The feeling of deep satisfaction that gave him surprised Toby a little. “Glad you liked it. Ever eat a cum-filled pussy?”
“Nope.” Lance’s lips curled into a lascivious grin. “But I plan to.”
“Oh, me, too,” Toby said eagerly. “I was thinking about it just now, but she’s probably lost most of it already. We’ll have to remember to ask her to wait next time.”
Lance’s cock twitched. “Well…if you really want to eat my cum, I’ve probably still got some on my dick.”
Toby exhaled with a whoosh. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Lance spread his legs apart and wiggled his butt against the sheet, setting his stiff cock swaying. “Might be some on my balls, too.”
Toby’s erection hit him so fast it made his head swim. “When did the thought of licking your dick get so fuckin’ hot?”
“About the time Renee told me to suck yours.”
“I guess we owe her one, huh?”
“We might have figured it out eventually,” Lance said with a shrug. “But she certainly helped.”
Toby crawled up between Lance’s legs. “Oh, my God, your dick is huge.”
Lance rolled his eyes. “Tell me something I don’t already know.”
Toby smiled up at him. “I’ve seen it before, but from this vantage point it’s, well…it fuckin’ awesome.”
Lance grinned sheepishly. “Thanks, Toby. Glad you like it.”
He studied it carefully, pushing it sideways and then pointing it toward his lips. “Don’t think I can suck it, though. Licking it or jacking you off is probably the best I can do.”
“I’m sure we’ll figure out something.” He nodded toward the bathroom door as Renee exited. “In the meantime, Renee could probably give you a hand.”
Renee sat down on the bed. “With what?”
“This thing is humongous!” Toby replied. “I can’t figure out what to do with it.”
Renee yawned. “I’m afraid I’ll leave that up to you, Toby. I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve had enough for one night. I’m going to bed.” She leveled a stern glare at Toby. “To sleep.”
“Oh, all right,” Toby grumbled. “I just wanted to taste his cum.”
“Don’t let me stop you.” She yawned again. “I’m sure it’s very tasty. Probably tastes a lot like yours, though.”
“What makes you think I’ve ever tasted my own cum?” Toby demanded. Actually, he was beginning to wish he had. At least that way he’d have known what to expect. He’d eaten pussy and knew what that tasted like, but he’d never tried Renee’s—a tasty treat he was anxious to sample.
Renee shrugged and reached for the blankets wadded up at the foot of the bed. “And from that I suppose we can assume you’ve never licked the cum out of a girl you’ve just fucked.” She lay down beside Lance, snuggling up beneath the covers.
“Well, no, I haven’t,” Toby admitted. “But I plan to.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” she murmured. “Gotta sleep now. You guys have worn me out.”
* * * *
Renee wasn’t lying, but she’d have been willing to go again if she hadn’t walked in just as Toby was about to go down on Lance. The realization that they didn’t need her hit her like a brick between the eyes. After all, they’d known each other for years and she was a total stranger. Toby didn’t need her help figuring out what to do, either. Neither of them did. She might’ve gotten them started, but they’d do just fine without her. C’mon, Renee. Did you really think that two men might need you?
The urge to simply get dressed and go home was so strong Renee had to force herself to remain where she was. It got a little easier when she reminded herself what she would’ve missed if she’d given in to those urges. It won’t kill me to stay for the rest of the weekend. Then I can go home and never come back. If that’s what I want…
And not knowing what she wanted was the crux of the matter. Sure, she was having fun, but if anyone other than Jackie ever found out about this, she’d never be able to show her face at the office again. The repercussions would be horrendous. Her reputation would be completely shattered, and all the years she’d striven to avoid the blonde bimbo label would have been for naught.
There had to be a logical a reason for her strange behavior, a breaking point that everyone reached eventually. Perhaps this was why there were so many wayward politicians. After a while, the strain of maintaining the perfect public persona took its toll and weakened the resolve, allowing the baser instincts to rise to the surface.
Somewhere deep within the heart of every human being lurked an animal waiting its turn for dominance. Sooner or later, it had to be appeased, or it would take over. That was what she’d allowed tonight. She’d unleashed her own sexual beast, and it frightened her a little. Not only that, she’d helped Lance and Toby to unleash their own inner desires—something she hadn’t anticipated.
Or had she?
Lance had said they needed to get to know each other better. And he was right. She couldn’t possibly understand what it all meant until she did, which was the only reason she had for staying the night. That and the fact that she truly was exhausted.
Even if she hadn’t been wiped out, feigning sleep was the best way to give herself time to think—and see if the guys went on without her. Would they, or wouldn’t they?
Unfortunately, she fell asleep before she learned the answer to that question.
Chapter Eight
Renee awoke to the heavenly scent of waffles and brewing coffee and the sound of her own growling stomach. Sitting up, she blinked the dregs of sleep from her eyes and glanced at the clock. Eight thirty, and she was alone in the bed. She hadn’t slept that late or that soundly in years, if ever. Score one for the guys.
She found her clothes and dressed before following her nose to the kitchen, which was well-designed and spacious, but still comfortably homey.
And staffed by two naked slave boys, complete with collars and cock straps. The little one was manning the waffle iron and the big guy was frying sausages. Holy shit…
Clearing her throat with an effort, Renee had to take a couple of deep breaths before she could even trust herself to speak. Or to walk. The rush of heat to her pussy made her knees wobble. “I take it we won’t need to make a run to the toy shop.”
Toby glanced up from his task, grinning at her openmouthed reaction. “You didn’t really think Mr. I Love Black Leather wouldn’t have a whole box of this stuff, did you?”
Score two more points for the guys… “It never occurred to me to ask.”
Lance put down his tongs and pulled out a chair at the polished oak table. “Have a seat. Breakfast is almost ready. Coffee or tea?”
“Coffee now, tea later,” Renee replied. Once seated, Lance poured coffee into the mug in front of her, his dick bobbing right next to her cheek. “Or you could just give me some of that.”
With a wicked grin, Lance pressed his cock to her lips, slowly caressing them with the blunt head.
Closing her mouth over the shiny, purple glans, Renee lapped up the juice oozing from his slit. Slick, salty, warm… “Damn, that’s good.”
“We aim to please, ma’am.”
Toby set a plate in front of her, the aroma of sausages and Belgian waffles hitting her like an orgasm. “Would Madame prefer strawberries with whipped cream or butter and syrup on her waffle?”
For someone who normally ate plain grapefruit for breakfast, this was over the top. “You guys are killing me,” Renee groaned.
Toby snickered. “Got a problem with that?”
“No, but unless you want me to get as big as a house, you’d better not feed me so much.”
“Don’t worry,” Toby said. “You’ll work it off later. Besides, you need a good breakfast to keep up your strength.”
Lance’s shuddering moan left no doubt as to what he wanted her to do with all that excess energy. She took a sip of her coffee. “Should I have brought a whip with me?”
“I’ll go
get it for you,” Lance said.
Renee nearly choked as he ran from the kitchen. “I can’t decide who’s got the best ass.”
“He does. Definitely.” Toby set a bowl of strawberries beside her plate and stood waiting with a bottle of Mrs. Butterworth’s in one hand and a can of Reddi-wip in the other. “Have you decided?”
Oh, what the hell… “Make it half and half,” she replied. “You know how I enjoy variety.”
Toby cracked up. “Good thing, too. Of course, if you’re worried about counting calories, you could just have the strawberries on your waffle and save the whipped cream and syrup for us.”
There were two ways to take that. Renee looked up to find his eyes twinkling with mischief, making his meaning quite clear. “Maybe. But Lance tasted pretty good plain. Not sure either of you need any flavor enhancement.”
“But I have this terrific idea.” He put down the syrup and squirted a dollop of whipped cream on the top of his stiff dick before adding a slice of strawberry. “Suck that off and then take a bite of your waffle.”
And cream my jeans with wild abandon… “Don’t think I can resist that.” She leaned closer.
He put out a hand. “You, um, might want to cut up your waffle first.”
“Good idea. Glad one of us has given this some thought.” Using the side of her fork, she cut off a small portion, speared it, and held it up. “Ready?”
“Oh, yeah.” He stood on his tip toes, thrusting his cock toward to her face. “Suck my dick, Renee.”
Bending down, she took the whole thing in one bite, pressing her lips around his shaft before slowly sliding back to the flange at the head. “Mmm…” Renee wanted nothing more than to forget breakfast and suck him until he came in her mouth, but since they’d made the effort to cook for her, she didn’t want to be impolite. Not that she wouldn’t take her sweet time about eating it.
She slipped her lips over the head, sipping up the droplet of his own syrup at the tip. Then, with her mouth full of cream, she popped the waffle in her mouth.
“Good?”
Renee nodded. Chewing it slowly, she swallowed. “Sublime.”
“More?”
“You bet.”
Toby garnished his dick while Renee stabbed another bit of waffle. “Open wide, Renee.”
She took a little more of his penis this time, moving with excruciating slowness, savoring every inch of him before adding the waffle. She was in the process of swallowing it when Lance returned with an armful of whips and the strap-on.
He laid them next to her plate along with a stack of condoms and a bottle of lubricant. “I couldn’t decide which one to bring.”
She stared at the pile of whips. “Does this mean I have to use all of them on you?”
Lance’s reply was unintelligible, but the spurt of fluid from his cock said it all.
Selecting a whip at random, she grinned wickedly. “But if I do that, you’ll spew cum all over the place. And we don’t want to make a mess, do we? I think Toby should suck your cock while I whip your ass—which is what you deserve for interrupting my breakfast.”
Lance almost came in her face, while Toby let out an appreciative whistle. “Damn, Renee. You’re really getting good at this.”
“She’s a natural,” Lance gasped.
The last thing Renee wanted was to cause him any pain, but he was so obviously turned on by it, she couldn’t resist. “Bend over the table, big guy.”
The whip she’d chosen was long and slender with a tassel on the end and looked like it could draw blood. She would have to be careful. Lance was already in position, hands gripping the table, feet apart, and balls dangling. Suddenly, all Renee wanted to do was to forget the whip and slather him with butter and syrup and fuck his ass.
But that was the sort of thing Toby would like, wasn’t it? Or should Toby be the one to do it to him? After all, he had a real dick. She only had a fake one. Confused, she turned away, pressing a hand to her mouth.
Toby touched her shoulder. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Just give me a second.”
“We’re not grossing you out, are we?”
She shook her head vigorously. “Mmm…no. I just…” She paused, blowing out a pent-up breath. “I don’t know.” With a deep inhale, she stood up straight, squaring her shoulders. You can do this, Renee. Whip this one, fuck that one. Simple, right?
She turned and swung the whip, giving Lance three good, hard licks before collapsing heavily in her chair. She’d probably left welts on his ass, but she didn’t want to see them right now.
Lance looked a little disappointed, but Toby still seemed concerned. “Maybe we should hold off until we finish breakfast. You’re probably starving.”
Renee nodded gratefully. It wasn’t the real reason for her discomfiture, but it was much easier to explain. “I think you were right about me needing to keep up my strength.”
With a shaking hand, she picked up her fork and began eating a sausage, figuring if she acted like a starving woman, they’d believe her story. “This is delicious. Thanks, guys.”
Unfortunately, when she spread butter on one side of her waffle and then began dousing it with syrup, she couldn’t help imagining doing the same thing to Lance’s butt. And when she tried to block the image by squirting whipped cream on the other half, it only took the addition of a few strawberries to make her want to eat it off of Toby’s cock again. This is really getting weird…
Lance and Toby loaded up their own plates and sat down at the table. She was fully clothed and eating breakfast with two naked men. Of course, once they sat down, they might not have been naked. At least they had on collars.
“Do you still want to go to the toy shop today?” Toby asked.
He sounded so nonchalant Renee almost laughed, but caught herself in time. “Not sure we need to. You guys seem to be pretty well equipped.” The collar Toby wore had diamond-shaped studs on it while the other was plain leather. She’d have bet money there was a matching leash or two in Lance’s box of goodies.
If his smug smile was anything to go by, Toby apparently took this as a compliment. “I didn’t really want to leave the house today anyway. We can have loads of fun right here.”
Fun? What on Earth would they say if they knew what she was thinking? That she was even stranger than they were? Though they didn’t seem to consider themselves strange at all. That was the odd part. But she was getting so turned on by them. Renee had never considered herself to be the sensuous type, or the wanton type, or anything of that nature. Sex was… Face it, Renee. Sex has always been just plain boring.
But was this what it took to make it exciting? Whips and strap-ons? Syrup and whipped cream? Two men? Or the fact that they were both strangers? They’d never worked with her, had never met her outside this scenario. Was that it?
“About that toy shop,” Lance began. “Something’s been bothering me. I mean, I know why Toby was there, but why would a gorgeous woman like you need a dildo? You should have men waiting in line begging to fuck you.”
Ha! If he only knew… “I honestly don’t know why I was there. I heard some women at work talking about that store a few days ago, and I spotted it as I was driving by. It seemed like the thing to do at the time.”
“So it was fate!” Toby exclaimed. “Cool.”
Toby might have been satisfied with her reply, but Lance obviously wasn’t. “That only explains why you were there, not why you’re here.”
“I…thought Toby was cute.”
“I’ll grant you that, but why are you here with the two of us?”
Renee frowned. She couldn’t have misread them that badly. “It was what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, but what about what you wanted?”
Toby hadn’t been kidding when he said Lance was smart. He may have been blinded by the sexual excitement before, but his vision seemed to have cleared—which was probably her fault for getting so freaked out. Killing the mood was another of her areas of e
xpertise, though she usually did it by being too bossy.
Lance was still waiting for an answer. She’d told Toby she wanted to bend him over and fuck his ass. Why was it so difficult to say it now? Because it sounds downright perverted, that’s why. Then it occurred to her that she was talking to a man wearing a collar and cock strap at the breakfast table. And she’d just whipped his bare butt. “You guys make me want things I’ve never even thought about before. It’s making me feel really weird.”
Lance snorted a laugh. “Join the club.”
Her quizzical expression must’ve tickled him because he burst out laughing. A moment later, Toby joined in.
Renee was completely baffled. “What’s so funny?”
“You think you’ve got problems?” Lance scoffed.
Renee shook her head, mystified. “What are you talking about?” She looked to Toby for enlightenment.
“Renee, sweetheart,” Toby began. “Last night I begged my best friend to suck my dick. How the hell do you think that feels?”
“But I thought you liked it.”
“I did! That’s the whole point. He’s a guy. I’ve never wanted another man to suck my dick before. And he’d never done it. C’mon, Renee. You may want to fuck me with a strap-on, but at least you aren’t fucking other women with it.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Okay. Got it. Obviously we’re all in the same boat here—sort of.” It was now or never. Renee took a deep breath and looked Lance right in the eye. “A few minutes ago, I wanted to butter up your butt, pour syrup on it, bite it, lick it, and fuck you like I fucked Toby. Or get him to fuck you for me. Either way, I wanted to watch you getting your ass nailed. But that wasn’t what you wanted, so I used the whip on you instead.”
Lance blinked. Obviously he hadn’t expected anything quite that graphic. Or that direct. He glanced down at his plate. “Just let me finish my waffle real quick and then you two can gang bang me.”
Ten seconds later, his plate was clean. “Where do you want me?”
Renee grabbed the syrup bottle. “On your hands and knees, big guy. And Toby, you bring the butter.”
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