by Robin Gideon
But most of all she was aware of the cock, rigid as iron, seesawing between the lips of her cunt, forcing her to yield to its greater strength.
“I’m coming,” Lydia managed to say a moment before yet another climax shuddered through her.
So intense was the climax that, when Caleb drove into her and then literally lifted her off the floor, she did not at first realize he was unleashing a torrent of semen inside her. He held her there, suspended in space with her foot eight inches off the floor and her shoe with the evocative four-inch heel on the floor, as his cum flooded her tight sheath.
“Oh, dear God!”
Lydia opened her eyes, turning her face toward the sound of the voice. She found herself, filled to overflowing with cum and cock, literally pinned against a soda machine by her lover, looking at a middle-aged Indian man and a thirtyish, slender blonde woman.
“Oh, dear God!” the woman repeated, though now Lydia had the presence of mind to recognize the accent was distinctly British upper-class.
Lydia closed her eyes and asked, “Dear God, will you please, please kill me now?”
Caleb lowered Lydia slowly and gently until her feet were on the floor. She stood awkwardly because, during the vigorous fucking that she’d just been given, she’d lost one of her shoes. Her face was already flushed from passion, but the awareness of being watched while she behaved so shamefully brought a crimson hue to her neck, cheeks, and ears.
“I’m sorry,” Lydia said to the couple, not knowing what else to say after having been caught in thoroughly wanton behavior.
The blonde woman turned to her older male companion and said, in a tone that allowed for no dissent, “If you don’t take me back to our room this instant and fuck the hell out of me, I’ll kill you.”
* * * *
Lydia closed the door to her suite and made sure that she heard the lock click into place, then walked directly into the large and well-lit bathroom.
Lydia looked at herself in the mirror, and she wasn’t pleased with what she saw. Her blouse was unbuttoned all the way to the waistband of her skirt, and her bra was tucked beneath her breasts, baring them. Her coiffure had been thoroughly destroyed. There wasn’t so much as a hint of lipstick left on her mouth. She looked, she thought, exactly like what she was—a woman who had been thoroughly fucked by two men who knew what fucking was all about, and had the physical skills to back up the knowledge.
Lydia unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles in a heap of expensive designer fabric. Her suit coat followed, then her blouse, before she looked at herself once again in the mirror.
It wasn’t a pleasant experience.
No panties. I have, quite literally, lost my panties. I’ve also lost my mind. I always thought I was smarter than this.
Lydia closed her eyes at the revelation. She didn’t want to think too much regarding her own behavior on the evening, but there was nothing else to think about.
Suddenly, the sensation of fluid moving within herself became her most pressing concern, and with alacrity she found the toilet and sat on it.
I had the cum of two different men inside me. It was not a pleasant revelation. Two different men who are both gorgeous, hung like stallions, and fuck like barbarians. She smiled. It wasn’t such a bad revelation after all.
Chapter Four
Aboard a 747, Flying from India to the United States
The plane that was bringing Lydia, Caleb, and Nick back to the United States was a 747-400. They were in the front rows of the first class section of the Upper Deck Club World, with the men sitting beside each other, and Lydia in a seat on the opposite side of the plane, beside an elderly woman who was snoring gently.
They’re going to hate me forever. I should have let them into my room. Lydia closed her eyes against the pain. Only an idiot allows an office romance to start.
It was dark in the plane with almost all of the passengers sleeping. But Lydia wasn’t, and neither were the men who, in their own way, thoroughly and completely fascinated her.
The sexual tension is so thick in this plane I can taste it in the air. They probably want to hate fuck me.
Lydia closed her eyes, fighting against lusty mental images that kept coming back to her, playing in her mind like a tormenting movie that couldn’t be shut off. Never, ever had she felt so thoroughly coveted, or so thoroughly fucked, as she had with Caleb and Nick. They took her body, plundered it with such manhandling force it bordered on violence. But she wouldn’t have changed anything about the way they’d taken her. Her orgasms had been numerous and extremely forceful. They’d overloaded her senses to a degree that her climaxes were almost forced upon her. No, they hadn’t been gentle, but she hadn’t wanted them to be. They knew how to dominate without demeaning, how to slam fuck without hurting.
Opening her eyes, she looked at the men and found, to no surprise at all, that they were awake and looking at her.
Office affairs are always a mistake. Office affairs with two men only double the risk.
The awareness added fuel to Lydia’s determination to put an end to any romantic attachment she had for Nick and Caleb. Nothing good, and certainly nothing permanent, could ever come about because of it. And even if the short-lived fling did prove to have its merits, Lydia simply wasn’t interested in being anyone’s temporary sex toy.
Their cocks are gorgeous.
She flinched at the unbidden thought. That was definitely not the direction she wanted her thoughts to be traveling.
Crossing her legs at the knee, Lydia felt a slight twinge in her pussy, the hint of discomfort. The vigorous plundering that she’d taken the previous evening had left her tender. She gloried in the discomfort, reveling in the memory of how she had been fucked, for the first time in her life, while standing up.
Everything about that evening had been unprecedented. To be pushed and shoved into an alcove and then fucked in a public place by two men was something she’d never even fantasized about. To be held by the wrists so that she felt she was in bondage had made the cream ooze to the lips of her cunt, readying her for the lusty penetration she had ached for, was a taboo fetish she hadn’t realized she harbored. To be kissing one man while another man sucked on her nipple had been—
“Miss.”
The word was whispered. Lydia opened her eyes and found that the stewardess in the first-class upper section was standing near, bending at the waist to speak directly into her ear. Lydia guessed her age at about thirty, give or take a few years. She had noticed, when they’d first gotten on the big plane, the stewardess give both Nick and Caleb appraising looks, and smiles that were more than just professionally courteous.
“Yes?”
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
Lydia felt a tingling warning in the pit of her stomach. “Yes,” she said after a moment, not at all certain she wanted to answer a personal question.
“From the moment you boarded, you and those men over there have been looking at each other,” the stewardess said. “Have you got something going on with one of them?” She nibbled on her lower lip for a moment. “I know you’ve got something going on, I’m just curious with which one.”
Lydia felt her heart accelerate. Was it that obvious she was utterly enraptured with the men? Apparently so.
“Actually, I’m not—” Lydia began, but then stopped herself because she knew she was going to lie. “The truth is that I’ve got something going on, as you so delicately put it, with both of them.”
The stewardess’s eyes widened in surprise. Whatever she’d suspected, Lydia’s answer had obviously caught her completely off-guard.
“Both?” She turned enough to give one more look at the men, then turned back to Lydia. “You’re amazing. Listen, if you want some privacy with them, don’t take them to the lavatories. You’ll get caught there. But on the main deck, there are two galleries between the first Club World and the second Club World. Though people are nearby, you’re out of sight. I’ll stand lookout fo
r you.”
Lydia felt her palms suddenly get clammy. The stewardess was giving her an opportunity to have one last tryst with Nick and Caleb. Just on the face of it, it was a tempting offer, but given the added appeal of behaving lewdly in a semipublic place added spice to the offer.
The stewardess put her fingertips lightly on Lydia’s forearm. “Honey, haven’t you ever wanted to join the Mile High Club?”
I’ll always regret it if I don’t do this now.
“Lead the way. I’ll let you talk to the men, and I’ll follow a few steps back. By the way, I owe you a favor.”
“Perfect,” the stewardess said, her smile telling Lydia that she’d made the right decision.
Lydia waited in her seat as the woman went over to the men. Though they were only a few feet away, the stewardess’s words could not be heard by anyone other than Nick and Caleb. The men seemed slightly confused at first, but then when the stewardess headed toward the circular stairway leading down to the main deck of the 747, they both followed. Lydia waited for a count of three, then she, too, headed silently past sleeping passengers, more uncertain of herself and her behavior than she’d ever been.
Watching as the stewardess stopped and turned around to face the men, she held out a hand to indicate where they were to go. The men disappeared behind the galley, and Lydia hurried her stride a little to catch up.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she stepped by the stewardess. Nick and Caleb were waiting for her, their big bodies dominating the small space between the two galleries and the inner wall of the plane. “I know you’re both angry with me.”
Lydia had to stand very close to the men to keep her voice low, close enough that she could smell the pleasing tang of their aftershave. Nick was in a beautiful charcoal-gray suit with a red necktie and brightly polished wingtips, and Caleb wore jeans and a red and black checked shirt above well-worn cowboy boots. Their differences couldn’t be more plainly put on display. Lydia couldn’t say which one turned her on more.
“Last night was completely unexpected, and I know I disappointed you when I ran away to my room and wouldn’t invite you in. An office romance is always a bad idea, but my behavior made it even worse,” she said, feeling nervous tension pooling in her stomach. The gazes of the two men were hard, suspicious, even a little resentful. “When we get back to North Dakota, we’ll all have to pretend that nothing ever happened between us. We’ll have to forget forever what we did.” She raised her hands, putting one on Nick’s chest and one on Caleb’s. “We’re not home yet, so can you let me do one last thing to make up for my foolishness?”
Without waiting for an answer, Lydia sank slowly to her knees in front of them. Their expressions were not quite neutral, their anger with her just below the surface.
Don’t chicken out now. They’ll hate you forever and ever if you disappoint them once again.
She touched their cocks through their trousers. While fondling them, she looked over her shoulder at the stewardess. She was, as promised, standing lookout, ready to warn them should someone walk by. But she was also watching very carefully what Lydia was doing.
“Are you going to watch me or keep a lookout?” Lydia whispered.
The stewardess made a gesture with her hand indicating Lydia was to continue. It was a bit unsettling for Lydia, since she’d never intentionally behaved wantonly with a stranger watching her.
She turned her attention to the men. Neither man helped her, keeping his hands on lean hips as she unzipped trousers and jeans, and then wrestled two semierect cocks out through gaping flies. The speed with which both men, despite being in their forties, achieved an enormous erection, was astonishing to Lydia.
She stroked the twin columns, watching her hands move from the base all the way up to the rim of the heads, then back down again.
“Such a bounty in my hands,” Lydia whispered, then leaned forward and kissed the crown of Nick’s cock, then Caleb’s. “It’s a shame we have to work together.”
She pushed her lips over Nick’s knob, then put her tongue in motion on the underside, where she knew there was a high concentration of nerves. She felt Nick’s pulse against her tongue as he grew swiftly to full dimensions. As soon as she got Nick fully aroused, she turned her attention to the cowboy, taking his cock to the back of her mouth, then rotating her face around his flesh. Caleb let out a low groan of arousal as his cock instantly became rigid as stone. As she bobbed back and forth, sucking the cocks skillfully but in no particular hurry to put an end to the acts, Lydia’s thoughts began to wander.
I’m on my knees giving blow jobs to two handsome men while a stewardess with a fetish for voyeurism is watching me. I’m on a 747 somewhere over the ocean, about to swallow two heavy loads of cum. I’m thirty-five years old, and I can count the number of times I’ve swallowed on the fingers of one hand, but I’m going to swallow two loads, one after the other. What the hell has happened to me? My panties are going to be dripping wet by the time I finish here.
* * * *
A muscle in Caleb’s jaw momentarily developed a tic, but then he forced himself to relax, at least a little. It was difficult relaxing when he was looking down at a truly beautiful woman who, at that moment, had the head of his cock wedged against the opening of her throat.
Lydia leaned back enough to take his cock completely out of her mouth, then turned her attention to Nick, pushing her lips over his knob and taking him as deep as possible. Caleb was amazed that he could stand there and watch Lydia sucking on another man, and not feel in the least bit jealous. Typically, he wasn’t the type of man who would even consider sharing a woman with another man.
But Nick isn’t just another man. For a man coming from the big city of Dallas, he’s got a cowboy soul to him.
He’d never seen Lydia look more beautiful, more appealing, more sexy than she did at that moment, with her lips wrapped around the shaft of Nick’s cock. For the trip home, she had chosen a simple but elegant navy-blue skirt suit with a white blouse, with tan stockings and open-toed pumps with four-inch heels. She’d pinned her hair up and back in a loose version of a French twist, exposing her small, delicate ears with the two-karat diamond stud earrings.
As she sucked on Nick’s cock, Caleb leaned down and lightly stroked his palm over Lydia’s silken hair, then reached lower to squeeze her breast through blouse and bra. The soft moan he drew from Lydia sounded like music, and Caleb’s cock got a little harder in response. She directed her charms back toward him again, tickling the slit at the tip of his crown with such skill that a shiver rippled through his body.
She’s young, but at thirty-five she thinks she’s old. My God she’s got magnificent tits. I’d give a month’s salary just to watch my cock slide between those tits.
* * * *
Nick watched as the head of Caleb’s cock disappeared into Lydia’s mouth, and he felt the tingling in his balls get just a little stronger. He usually had incredible orgasmic discipline, but Lydia’s beauty and sensuality had stripped him of his ability to be cavalier.
The memory of watching Caleb throw himself at Lydia as he fucked her against the soda machine slithered snakelike over the surface of his mind. He remembered thinking that he should tell Caleb to be a little less forceful with the short, voluptuous woman, but hadn’t he fucked her just as hard only seconds earlier? Lydia seemed to be able to take the harsh loving. In fact, she seemed to relish in it, taking glory in the fact that she had stripped two grown men, both known for their detachment when it came to matters of romance, of any semblance of sophistication.
She makes me feel I’m as inexperienced as a wet-behind-the-ears teenager. He smiled at the thought, watching intently as the most beautiful woman in his life nodded to and fro, sucking another man’s cock with obvious relish. If she got on her knees for anyone other than Caleb, it would cause the nastiest fistfight on my life. Seems natural, somehow, to be sharing such a fascinating woman with Caleb.
* * * *
Lydia’s nipples felt
as hard as pebbles, rubbing lightly against the cups of her bra, her breasts wobbling tautly and heavily as she turned her fellatio expertise on Nick, then on Caleb, then back to Nick.
Suddenly aware that the stewardess was behind her and very near, Lydia’s heart seemed to seize in her chest, and she froze in place, her mouth filled with Nick’s cock. Had they been discovered?
“Do you want some help with that?” the stewardess whispered into her ear. “Either one is fine with me.”
Without taking Nick’s cock out of her mouth, Lydia shook her head and made a slight sound of negation in her throat.
“Are you sure? I won’t get him off for you, I’ll just get him close, then you can make him come.”
She’s hungry for my men, but I don’t need any help with them. Their lust is all mine. It’s directed at me and that’s the way I want it.
“It’s no trouble,” the stewardess continued. “I really don’t mind helping you out.”
Lydia released Nick’s cock from her oral embrace. Though she wasn’t at all certain she’d like the answer, she looked up at the men and asked, “Do either one of you want her to suck your cock?”
Both men shook their heads immediately, without the slightest bit of hesitation. Their instant action made Lydia more determined than ever to give them the most satisfying blow job they’d ever experienced.
To the stewardess, she said, “I’m sorry. I guess they’re all mine.”
