by Viva Fox
Teresa's pussy tingled uncontrollably; she had to do something about it. She pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side as she began to please herself with her fingers.
Simon pulled away from the kiss. Both men gazed into each other’s eyes. Marcus clenched his grip over Simon's cock and stroked him harder. And in turn, Marcus picked up the speed with curled strokes.
Teresa gave into the sight. She had never been in anything like this in her life. She was a voyeur who relieved herself before a shared moment between two horny men. Two men, she loved. She wanted to watch, but she also wanted to join in on the fun. All that conflict zeroed in on her clit- her body washed in fire.
Marcus and Simon kissed again, their bodies getting closer that it wasn't long before the tips of their cocks touched.
Teresa couldn't take it any longer. She wanted them already!
She stepped off the couch and approached both men. Marcus and Simon stopped what they were doing and welcomed her. And almost instinctively, the three came close and shared a kiss.
Three pairs of lips and the three sets of tongues collided upon each other. It became hard to tell who was who as the three of them savored the way their tongues locked.
Teresa grabbed both their cocks. They were so different from each other, still yet the same in the way they throbbed as pre-cum dripped from the hole.
She pulled away from the kiss and got down on her knees. Teresa would have been lying if she didn't admit that at that moment, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world. She looked up at them as she continued to stroke them both, gazing into their eyes.
She opened her mouth and gave Marcus cock a much-needed lick. He quivered at her at the touch and lost himself in Simon's kiss. She took the head into her mouth and sucked, still paying close attention to the way she stroked Simon off. She wanted to make them both feel good.
Teresa slowly pulled away from Marcus cock and began work on Simon, sucking the head right away as she stroked Marcus off. With all the pre-cum and saliva, it was easy to give him the kind of stroking she knew he liked.
She pulled Simon's cock out of her mouth and brought both cocks together and soon began to stroke them both off in one hand. Simon and Marcus released their kiss and pulled Teresa up to meet them once more.
At the same time, Marcus and Simon invaded her body with kisses. Marcus took her lips, moving her now towards the bedroom as Simon kept behind, decorating kisses all over the back of Teresa's neck, working his way down to her shoulders.
They took to the bed and kept Teresa as the center of attention. Marcus and Simon traded place; Simon taking control of her lips as Marcus positioned himself between her legs. Simon and Teresa's tongues coiled as he played with both of her breasts; kneading them hard as both his hands tugged and squeezed her nipples.
After a few short yet savory kisses all over her thigh, Marcus started to suck her clit. There was no need to beat around the bush, she was soaked. Teresa drowned in all the sensations that went all over her body- lips, hands, fingers that touched her everywhere, exposing her to the whim of their desires. She felt safe to let herself go completely.
Marcus' cock twitched; it pulsated in a passionate urge. He could feel it. He wanted in. He withdrew his hold from her pussy and a moment later, he shoved his cock into her tight, dripping pussy and started to fuck her.
Teresa's eyes were closed; one moment the sucking stopped and the next, his cock was inside her. The sudden change of sensations sent a jolt all over her body. Teresa let out a long moan as she threw both her hands into the mattress as her fingers dug into the sheets. She had never been fucked this hard in her life!
Simon leaned upwards and kissed Marcus again. This wasn't Simon's first time with another man. He was aware of the way men looked at him and didn't mind taking advantage of the advances when it came from a worthy man.
Simon was aware that this was Marcus' first time. Earlier in the evening, long before Teresa came home, Marcus had confessed to him that he often fantasized about the touch of another man more than we wanted to. And as such, Simon wanted to give him a good time and show him what a real man could do.
He held Marcus by the neck as he pulled away from the kiss. He worked behind Marcus now as his hand slid down the billionaire's firm, smooth backside. He cupped his toned buttocks and gave it a slap.
Marcus let out a moan; he too lost in all the sensations that were sweeping all over his body. Simon stood back and stroked himself for a moment, allowing his pre-cum to collect all over his fingers.
He moved close to Marcus and spread his cheeks apart. He licked his thumb and moment later he pushed it against Marcus' tight hole. Slowly, he pushed his finger inside, fucking him slowly as he got the billionaire used to the sensations.
It was different from anything Marcus was used to, but he just loved the contrast between the sexes before him; pleasure and pain, it just went together so perfectly well.
He continued to fuck Teresa, curling her beneath him now that her legs dangled off both his shoulders. He was in the perfect position for Simon.
He pulled his thumb out of Marcus's ass and then slid his index finger inside a moment later. For Marcus, it was an intrusive sensation that took a little while to get used to. But there was no denying that he liked it. Once Simon knew Marcus was comfortable, he pulled his finger off and assumed the position.
Marcus felt the tip of Simon's cock press up against his quivering bottom. He was momentarily mortified, but the sensations were just too great for him to ignore.
He knew it was going to hurt but he wanted it. Simon started slow, but once he felt the head of his hard cock perfectly inside, he pushed forward and thrust every inch of himself into Marcus' tight ass.
Marcus moaned.
Teresa opened her eyes and saw the change in Marcus' expression as Simon penetrated him. She was held down by the weight of two strong men, contained by the natural violence of their union. She loved it.
Marcus grabbed Teresa's hand and held her, pinning her lower as Simon's thrusts guided his; fucking him as he fucked her. Simon was giving the couple what they wanted: a fresh and even start.
Simon struck Marcus in the ass and grabbed his hair as he shoved his cock further into him. The pulsations, both inside and out, were all too much for Marcus to bear- he knew it was going to happen, but he was held in a perpetual state of pre-orgasm.
Teresa buckled her hips and thirsted upwards, feeling her orgasm on the verge of burning right through her. She let out a moan and not a moment later, her orgasm erupted. Her pussy swelled so tightly around Marcus' cock that she felt the pop of his orgasm as he let out a final moan, deep and long.
Simon picked up the pace, thrusting even harder into Marcus now as he felt his own orgasm break through; filling Marcus with his seed as Marcus spilled his into Teresa's sore, yet satisfied cunt.
They had cum in perfect succession and it left all three of them feeling absolutely exhausted.
Marcus was the first, collapsing into Teresa as his cock slipped out of her pussy. Teresa took him into her arms and received him. Simon tumbled down next; a pop resounding as he pulled his cock out of Marcus' ass. He fell between the two of them and within moments, the mountain of tangled bodies fell fast asleep.
***
Teresa didn't know what time it was, but with the way the sky looked outside her window, she knew that it was somewhere close to sunrise. It was a beautiful view. The dark blue of the evening gave way to a gentle shade of pale as streaks of sunlight broke through whatever was left of the night, capping off the blue with a touch of magenta.
Simon left. She didn't even notice he was gone until she woke up.
Teresa closed her eyes and turned over sideways, getting herself comfy as she positioned her head above the pillow.
"Hey," Marcus said. "You're awake."
Marcus rolled over to her side of the bed and wrapped his arm around her. He kissed her on the shoulder and held her tight.
Teresa h
eld his arms and snuggled herself into his body.
Marcus kissed her softly and hushed. "We got through it."
"We did," Teresa whispered as she kissed his arm.
For whatever it was, Marcus and Teresa were finally even. In fact, if she didn't think so herself, they hadn't been this even in a long time. Simon made good on his word, he made things right.
He made things perfectly right.
*****
THE END
Bad Boy Heat
Alex
I sat back in my chair and looked around the club. Beside me Evan blew out a sigh. I knew how he felt. Even the shadowed corners of the room held no surprises tonight.
It maybe wouldn’t be so bad if this was the first night that happened, or even the fourth or fifth. But it seemed like more often than not we would leave alone. Together, but alone.
My suit began to feel tight, my patience growing thin. It wasn’t too long ago that I would race here from the office to relieve some stress and go home satisfied. I needed that, to feel wore out in the best way.
The public rooms beyond the attractions offered in the main room would give me a sample of the best kink this place had to offer, but it was the private rooms that I was more interested in. The ones in which I could release a need that being a voyeur would never satisfy.
Movement caught my eye, drawn to the bar on the far side. A group was moving away from the bar, moving toward the empty table beside us. Without thought I assessed them. Two women, one man. Not together romantically judging by the one woman hanging off of the man’s arm and the other lagging a step behind.
The couple was loud, intimate, but the other one, the one following behind them was interesting. She carried herself with a confidence that I liked, but her eyes discreetly darting eyes belied her anxiety. Her innocence.
She was beautiful with her long legs exposed, her blond hair curving down her back, and an elegance that couldn’t be bought. My body, the primal part of me, was giving me the go ahead, but the logical part of me knew that going after a vanilla girl was rarely worth the hassle.
Chancing a glace to my side I could tell Evan was interested. He always was. I wasn’t too sure, though. We’d been with her type before, the kind that was looking for a new experience, a break from her usual party scene. Being someone’s experiment lost its appeal long ago.
“You see what I’m seeing?” Evan asked as they crossed the floor in our direction.
“I see her. And I’d leave her alone if I were you.”
The answering smirk on his face told me he wasn’t convinced.
Her friend’s razor vision turned to Evan, sensing his stare like a predator. In a less than subtle nudge, she got the attention of the object of Evan’s stare. Who in turn ignored Evan and her loud friend. It wasn’t until the three of them gathered at the table next to ours did she chance a look our way. It was brief, but enough to see the trepidation there. Picking up a vanilla girl was one thing, but a vanilla who wasn’t even here to put herself out there was something else altogether.
None of that seemed to deter Evan. He never got too wrapped up in the details. As much as he wanted to find a woman that would stick with us longer than a night he was happy enough to take what came his way and worry about the rest in the morning.
I wish the same could be said about myself. No matter how much I tried to adopt his attitude, I found myself caring too much about those details. The details were the difference between something and nothing.
None of that stopped Evan from reciprocating the conversation that her loud friend had struck up.
“Slow night, isn’t it?” She asked.
“We were thinking the same thing.” Evan said.
“I’m Jamie. This is Patrick.” She said indicating the bored looking man beside her. “And this is my friend Maddie.”
She met our eyes, nodded her head with a modest smile. So proper, so pleasing. It tugged at my dominant side, made me curious to see how subservient she could be despite my reservations.
“Short for Madeleine?” I asked, preferring the way that sounded, the feminine roll of it across my tongue.
“Yes. But no one ever calls me that.” She said with a hint of a real smile on her pink lips. “I didn’t get your names.”
“Alex, and this is Evan.”
“Clearly the more handsome of the two.” Evan said, his easy going nature had a way of putting people at ease.
She smiled for real this time, her spine relaxing into the back of her chair a little more, nerves already starting to dissipate. I could think back to my first time at the club where everything was new and a little intimidating.
It seemed almost otherworldly until you spoke to them and they were just your average stock broker or lawyer or CEO out for a good time. Like I was. Like maybe she was.
With the reflected crystal light shining on her skin I could convince myself to assume she was. A lady doesn’t come to an establishment such as this completely naive to what’s offered here. At the baseline there has to be a hint of interest. A desire to learn more.
I let the conversation drift around me. And while Evan’s charm worked its magic I watched Madeleine unwind a bit, her smile coming freely now. It was a beautiful smile. But when her friend announced that they were going to take in the public rooms, the tension slid back up her body like steel in her spine.
“Watching isn’t your kink?” I asked.
Her eyes cut to me, searching for a political answer. When none came she finally puffed out a defeated breath and admitted, “No, I guess not.”
“Mine either.” Without breaking eye contact with her I said to the other two in her party, “Go on ahead. Madeleine can stay here with us.”
With a tentative glance our way and a minute’s hesitation, she gave a small nod to her friend. Compliance. Jamie quirked her face in a kind of smile and moved in to peck her on each cheek before taking Patrick’s arm and heading across the room to the darkened hallway ahead, leaving just the three of us.
“So, if watching other people scene isn’t your kink, what is?” Evan asked.
She took a sip of her drink, taking a moment to think. “I’m not sure I have one.”
“Bullshit.” Evan said, shaking his head at her and flashing his easy smile. “Everyone has a kink.”
“Maybe within your circles.” She said, “But not mine.”
“Or maybe you just haven’t explored all the possibilities.” I said.
Madeleine turned her eyes to me, the playful smile slipped from her lips. She licked them, no doubt realizing that maybe this wasn’t the place to be joking about kink. That maybe she wasn’t as safe with us as she had thought. She was probably right.
“Maybe so.” She said, sipping at her drink again.
“Well there’s no time like the present to find out, and that’s one challenge I just can’t turn down.” Evan said, sitting back in his own chair and stretching his long legs ahead of him.
“Let’s see, we’ve already determined that you’re not a voyeur, and if I had to guess you’re probably not much of an exhibitionist.”
She wrinkled her nose, “No, I can’t see myself being into that one.”
“Good girl. Me either. Ever do any role play? Bondage? Been spanked?” Evan rattled them off and I watched her for a reaction, good or bad.
“No, I can’t say that I’ve done any of those.” She shook her head as she spoke, sending her golden hair dancing along her shoulders. “I don’t seem very exciting, do I?”
“There’s a difference between having done something and wanting to do it.” I said, needing to know where she stood before we went any further. “Given the opportunity would you want to?”
The pause.
That single detail, the hesitation before her answer, was all I needed to know. I didn’t have to even wait for the words.
“Finish your drink, Madeleine. I’m not sure what your friend has shown you is doing this place justice.”
“What does
that mean?”
“It means, gorgeous, that we’re going to show you around this treasure trove of excitement.” Evan said, leaning into her. “And maybe by the time we’re done you’ll have discovered something that you do like.”
“Like a tour?” She asked.
“Right.” He smiled. “Like a tour.”
She took one last sip and set the glass down on her table. She looked from him to me and nodded her head once.
“Okay. Lead the way.”
Evan stood and offered her his arm. I followed behind them, happy to let Evan lead us in a slow circle of the room, pointing out the shows on display. The raised platforms throughout the room each showed an illuminated scene, each one a mild version of what someone could expect when they ventured further into the club.
I watched her eyes move slowly over the scenes, watched Evan lean in close to her ear as he talked. I watched her wet her lips with her tongue and shutter against his touch.
Once we had wound our way to the other side of the room Evan paused.
“So far so good? See anything you like?” He asked.
Madeleine shrugged. “It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s more like I don’t understand.” She said, licking those cherry lips again.
“What don’t you understand, gorgeous?”
“Well, take that woman over there.” She said nodding towards a petite woman with a blunt haircut. She was naked save for the long tail she wore and matching ears on her head. “I can appreciate that everyone views sexuality differently, but I just can’t see the turn on of being on display like that.
