She Does It His Way

by Jasmine Chaletra

  She rode him faster as he grabbed her tightly and kissed her breasts.

  Amanda’s cum ran down his dick and onto his balls.

  “Put it into my ass, please. I want to see it’ll fit”

  “You’re gonna get wrecked”, he said pulling his wet dick out of her pussy before pulling her ass cheeks wide apart. He pushed his wide tip into her asshole for minutes before it finally went in.

  Gbenga grabbed her ass and pushed her down letting his dick go deeper into her ass.

  “Yes! Deeper! Nobody else can give me this!”

  “Call me daddy”, Gbenga said laughing deeply and fucking her harder and deeper while squeezing her breasts hard.

  “Make me cum first. Make me cum”

  Gbenga stuck his fingers into her pussy and rubbed her inner walls until she squirted onto his hands.

  He didn’t stop rubbing until she had squirted all over his abs.

  “I’m going to cum”, he said as he slammed his dick harder into her very loose ass. His warm cum dripped out until it fell onto the car seat.

  “You’re the best stepdad anyone could ask for” she said breathless on his lap with her breasts on his chest.

  “Your mom is going to kill me”, he said as it dawned on him.

  “Who said she has to know.” She said smiling at him.

  ******

  Gbenga rushed downstairs with his gym bag and picked up a cup of coffee.

  “Going to work already?” Amanda’s mom said as she fried some eggs.

  Gbenga looked at his phone and smiled at the message he just got.

  “Yeah babe, don’t worry I’ll be back by 6”

  “Alright nothing more than 6. We’ve got a lot of loving to do before Amanda gets home from her friend’s place.

  Gbenga almost choked on his coffee as he laughed.

  “Don’t worry babe. I got you”, he said before kissing her forehead.

  He walked to the driveway and pulled off before checking his message again. It was from Amanda.

  “Hey daddy, I’m there”.

  STORY THIRTY-FOUR

  Chapter 1

  Every Christmas started out the same way. I would have to take time off of work and buy an outrageously expensive train ticket from New York City to Boston. During the holidays, that gets expensive. After a few years of that, I found out that making the trip at an obscene hour in the morning helped to cut costs, but it was still a pretty penny to shell out, just to be uncomfortable for three hours in order to meet with the whole family for the holidays. Family Christmas always turned out to be uncomfortable, for an entire week.

  I loaded my suitcase into the overhead rack, grateful to have found a train with the smaller compartments. The passenger cars always ended up feeling too agoraphobic with so few passengers. And if there really weren’t going to be that many people, I could spend the ride alone, in silence, watching the landscape fly by out the window. I allowed myself a small smile before remembering just how stressed out I was to see the folks again.

  Every other year had been the routine of putting in for time off, doing favors and pushing my schedule around, finding a temp to cover me if there were still too many tasks left unfinished. You’d think that secretary work was easy, but I happened to be the office assistant of the most finicky man alive. I know that everyone claims that their boss is the most difficult, the hardest to please, but Vincent Groff could put them all to shame. Groff was pushing seventy, but he was one of the most successful lawyers in the state of New York, and he loved reminding everyone about it. All the time.

  But it was more than that. It was the hours he kept, the constant belittling, the demands that never stopped, the strict dress code, the inappropriate comments about my appearance, the small cough he would make when he wanted to get my attention rather than just saying my goddamn name.

  ‘Valerie. It’s three syllables. Jesus,’ I thought uncharitably.

  I took a deep breath and let it out slow. I was too spun up. This was my vacation, and dammit, I was going to enjoy it, even if it was entirely out of spite. With a shake of my head, I reached into my bag and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. Only Groff could give me a headache without even being in the room.

  I blew a stray strand of hair away from my face. The tight bun that I had been wearing all day had finally given in, coming loose and falling apart. With a sigh, I pulled out the bobby pins that had stopped performing, holding them in my mouth as I wound my hair back into place.

  Almost laughing at myself, I stopped. I didn’t have anyone to impress, didn’t have anywhere to be for the next few hours. I slumped down in my seat, wondering why I was even bothering to leave my bra on.

  ‘Just relax, Val,’ I told myself, releasing my hair. I rocked my neck back and forth to relieve some of the tension in my shoulders. ‘Relax.’

  I was still shaking out my hair and massaging my scalp when the sound of raucous laughter echoed down the train car. I looked up to see three men before the door of the compartment. It slid open and all three piled in. They were in the midst of some rather lewd banter, and I didn’t catch too much of it—enough to figure out that they were either really good friends or hated each other viciously. From the smiles on their faces, I assumed it had to be the first option. Each of them only carried a small suitcase and a garment bag apiece.

  ‘It must be a weekend trip,’ I thought, biting back the afterthought that they were lucky. Again, I found that I had to remind myself that I loved my family and they were good people, even if they happened to be the most stressful thing in my life at the time. With a small sigh through my nose, I turned my attention back to the men, none of whom seemed to notice that I was there. All three of them were very well dressed, and obviously made enough money to be that well-dressed while on vacation at three in the morning.

  The first was very slender, with long fingers. He had a tan that was so out of season it almost seemed ridiculous, but it looked good with his dark hair and pearly white teeth. It was early enough that his hair didn’t seem to have product in it, but I would have bet more money than I made in a year that it was usually impeccably maintained. The tan also accentuated a pair of bright blue eyes that could have made me melt back in my school days. These days, a pair of eyes like that put me on guard. He looked like a player; definitely bad news. At that thought, I found myself biting my lip. I tore my attention away from him to look at the other two men.

  The second guy could have been the first one’s brother. Well, maybe a half-brother, but my instincts told me that it wasn’t the case. He had a slant to his hazel eyes that implied that he was of mixed race, though I couldn’t be more specific. His hair had a wave to it that screamed “Mediterranean” to me, but his skin was a gorgeous olive tone without any artificial help that I could pinpoint. But he had the same flashing smile as the first man, all pearly white and thin lips, and they shared the same defined jaw line that I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire.

  The last guy was taller than the others, but he slouched a bit. I could feel that his energy was different, much more natural. He didn’t seem as composed, and I could feel the tension in my neck ease as I continued to study him. He had softer features, blond hair, and big blue eyes. He reminded me in a way of a younger brother, though I didn’t have one of my own. I decided that he was probably a good balance for the other two. Even in the short time that they had been in my compartment, the two of them seemed to exude this powerful aura of blatant masculinity. I must have been more exhausted than I realized, because the sudden entrance had me completely aware of myself: disheveled, stressed, exhausted, and completely out of it. I didn’t even notice that they had all been staring at me for God knows how long.

  “Ah, do you mind if we keep you company for a bit?” the second guy asked, his hazel eyes almost completely distracting me all over again.

  “Oh,” I blinked, shook my head, and tried to remember how to have manners. “Right, sure, not at all.” The words were a surprise. I did mind. I
wanted to relax, have a few hours to myself before being bombarded with all kinds of family problems once we reached Boston.

  “Thanks,” the first guy said. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

  “I’m, um, okay, wow,” I had forgotten that people could be so blunt. “Um. Valerie, hi.” A hand appeared in front of me to shake, and I took it without a second thought. “I’m Valerie.” I wondered how red my face was.

  “My name is Owen,” said the second man, his hand grasping mine firmly, “and this is Cameron.” The first one with the tan—Cameron—offered his hand, and I took it with a tight-lipped smile.

  “And this is Howard,” Cameron said with a wry smile, gesturing to the blond. “But you can call him Howie.”

  “No, no you may not. Only my mother and complete assholes call me that,” Not-Howie said, a surge of red rising to his cheeks. I hid a smile behind my hand. “You can call me Ray.” As my eyebrow raised, he looked away, flushed more, and said, “Howard is my middle name.”

  “Cameron, Ray, Owen,” I said, pointing to each of them. They got their bags stowed overhead and took their seats, Ray next to me and the others on the other side of the compartment.

  “So, Valerie,” Cameron said, tasting my name in his mouth. “What is it that you do?”

  “I’m a paralegal,” I replied. “No more than a glorified secretary if you ask my boss.” My sardonic tone wasn’t lost on them, and we shared a small laugh.

  “Don’t sell yourself short,” Owen said, “We also happen to be slaves to the bureaucracy.”

  “Stock brokers,” Ray explained as my face went completely blank. “But yeah, don’t worry. Everyone’s boss thinks they’re completely replaceable.”

  “I mean, that’s what they get paid to do,” Cameron said with a shrug. “It’s gotta’ be tough, being such a soulless douche bag all the time.” We all shared another laugh.

  “So,” I said after the laughs had died down. “What’s in Boston for you?”

  “Ah. My sister’s wedding,” Owen offered with a small sigh. “Big family gathering, right before Christmas. Who the hell knows what she was thinking, but hey.” He shrugged, a pained expression on his face. “Family is family.”

  I nodded in agreement. “Yep. We do a big Christmas get-together every year.” I tried not to sound dead inside as I said it, but apparently I didn’t do a good enough job. Ray broke into a surprised laugh, and the others followed suit. I couldn’t help but join in.

  “You sound like you could use a drink,” Cameron said, standing and reaching up to his bag. “I was saving this, but what the hell.” He pulled a bottle of red wine down and handed it off to Ray to open.

  “You have a corkscrew on your keychain? Isn’t that a bit extreme?” I said with mock horror.

  “How about you shut the hell up and show some gratitude?” he replied in a serene tone. I should have been shocked, but just from the tone and levity of the conversation, all of the stress that I had been building up completely melted away. I laughed whole-heartedly, completely relaxed for the first time in weeks.

  Chapter 2

  The train pulled out of the station, and one of the guys procured glasses from an attendant. I drank slowly, savoring the conversation and atmosphere more than the wine, though it was probably the most expensive wine I’d ever had and certainly tasted like it. The banter continued, and the wine eased us into more personal conversation topics. I found myself animatedly telling the story of my first time giving head without any hint of embarrassment or shame.

  “And I mean, I had no fucking idea what I was doing,” I said, shaking my head at the memory of my teenage self, on my knees in front of my first boyfriend. “I didn’t know what would feel good, so I just started sucking it like a lollipop. Which was fine…until I bit down.” Sounds of horror and sympathy echoed across the train car.

  “Tell me the story has a happy ending,” Cameron pleaded, hand hovering in front of his groin as if to guard it from me. “Tell me you did learn at some point not to go around biting guys’ dicks off.”

  “I mean, if you have another bottle of wine, you could find out for yourself,” I teased. The wine had long since been gone, and it didn’t seem important to find more alcohol. I felt warm and completely at ease.

  “What about threesome stories?” Owen asked as Cameron hastily pulled out a bottle of water to offer as a substitute for alcohol. “A gorgeous girl like you, you must have some kind of naughty side.”

  “My ex wanted to,” I admitted, rubbing my neck. “I was less…enthusiastic about the idea. I don’t really like the idea of sharing.”

  The guys shared a look that I didn’t fully understand.

  “You know, we’re very…open to the idea of sharing,” Ray said, looking at Owen and Cameron in turn. They both nodded. The three of them were sharing a moment that I was suddenly not a part of.

  “Sharing,” I echoed, tilting my head to the side. “I don’t follow.”

  I did though. Somewhere, I knew what they were about to propose, and all of my senses kicked into overdrive. I could suddenly feel every single inch of my skin, could feel goosebumps crawl across my legs where my pencil skirt didn’t cover them.

  “We could all have a bit more fun on this train ride,” Ray continued, still looking at the two men in turn, but now I could feel them turn their attention to me, to gauge my reaction.

  “Sex,” I said, deliberately making it into a statement rather than a question. I needed to be blunt, needed to make completely sure that I wasn’t misunderstanding.

  “Sex,” Cameron agreed.

  “With all of you?” That part came out as a question no matter how I tried to sound confident.

  “That’s the offer. No pressure, we’re not about to make you do something you don’t want to. You can say no and we can keep on talking for the rest of the ride.” Owen’s voice was low and calming, completely different than just moments before.

  “I’m…flattered, but…” I trailed off. But what? Where was the hesitation coming from? As I let the silence drag for a few seconds, I saw definite disappointment cross over their faces.

  I chuckled, low in my throat, and dropped my face into my hands. “What the hell,” I said. “I’m in.”

  “Fuck yeah!”

  I looked up to see Cameron and Owen high-five, and quickly added, “As long as you don’t do that again.”

  I wondered how red my face was. It had to be glowing. Just imagining what was about to happen, I couldn’t help but press my thighs together. I had to admit to myself that I had imagined what it would be like to sleep with each of these men, but it had definitely never crossed my mind that I would be doing them all at the same time.

  “I don’t really know how this is gonna’ work,” I said quietly. Ray put his hand on my shoulder.

  “Just relax. We’ve done this before, so just follow our lead, okay?”

  I had to laugh again. “You fuck strangers on every train you take together?” Cameron laughed, but Owen was already pulling down the shade of the compartment door’s window. He locked it, and then started unbuttoning his shirt. They were all wearing button-ups. I was too. It became something of a race to see who could get theirs off first. Ray won, stripping down to his boxers faster than I’d ever seen a man undress. I couldn’t laugh, though. The humor was gone from the moment. I stood and let my skirt fall to the floor, revealing my matching lace underwear. Everything in the world stopped as the men stared at me.

  “Goddamn,” Cameron said appreciatively, the beginnings of an impressive erection building in his hand. He pulled his boxers off and laid them on the seat, sitting on top of them. I couldn’t even smile. I was still caught in some state of disbelief. It was happening so fast. Did people really do this? Was I really going to do this?

  “Let’s see if you ever learned how to give a proper blow job,” Cameron said, leaning back in the seat.

  The chilly December air was enough for me to crave closeness, and the imminence of hot, kinky sex s
ent fire through my chest. I knelt down and ran my hands over Cameron’s muscular thighs, staring up at him as I inched closer. I don’t know why, but I had to draw it out. I had to stretch this moment, the precipice, make sure that I was completely ready.

  ‘I’m fucking ready,’ I thought, taking him into my mouth. His sigh of relief and pleasure drew me in. I was ready. It had been a long time since I had last had decent sex. Months, even. I didn’t even realize how badly I’d missed it until the taste of cock in my mouth brought it flooding through me. The heat I had felt became a driving need, and the feel of Cameron’s cock growing hard in my mouth sealed it. I needed to get fucked, and found myself needing it to be with these men.

  I let Cameron’s erection slip out of my mouth and ran my lips and tongue down the underside of his shaft.

  “What do you think?” I murmured into his only patch of pale skin. “Did I figure it out?”

  “Yeah you did,” he said with a hummed note of pleasure. “Do you want to show my friends what you learned?”

  I stood, reluctant to leave my job unfinished, but they had said to follow their lead. Ray was already seated directly across from Cameron, so I turned and descended on him in a similar fashion. He was already completely solid; his dick was shorter than Cameron’s, but was definitely thicker. I made a tight ring out of my first finger and my thumb, using it to guide my lips as I took him deep into my mouth. He groaned, sliding his hands into my hair. He didn’t guide me though, just held on as I bobbed slowly up and down the length of him.

  “Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “Yeah, it’s good.”

  Cameron’s fingers traced over my spine, and I shuddered, gagging slightly on Ray’s member. It was strange, being with more than one man. I liked it more than I expected, but it did take a bit of getting used to. The fingers found my bra clasp and unhooked it with a snap. I released Ray to let it fall to the floor.

  “Damn,” Owen said approvingly, looking at my breasts. “Piercings.”