by Ashlee Price
“Good girl,” I heard from behind my back, as I made my way through to my bedroom, trying to walk elegantly while stark naked, hoping my wobbly bits weren’t jiggling around too much.
I got into the shower, enjoying the warmth over my aroused body, and wondered at my own audacity. And Drew’s. Hell, I never knew he could make a girl feel that way. And take charge of things the way he has. I knew he was successful, but I never, in my wildest dreams, thought he would turn out to be such a… well…. Such a stud.
I was standing under the shower, rinsing off the suds, when I felt a pair of large hands encircle me from behind. I was pulled flush against a hard, muscled body, Jace’s. His hands roamed over me, touching, stroking, the warm water adding to the sensation. He started nuzzling my neck, nipping at the soft skin carefully, while his hands kneaded my overly sensitive breasts. “Relax,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath on my wet skin cooling and heating me at the same time.
One arm pulled me against him even more firmly, if possible, and he plunged two fingers into me, while his thumb circled my clit. I squirmed in his embrace, but he would give no quarter. I was held fast, and toyed with, helpless beneath his onslaught. He picked up his pace, left my clit alone, and drove into me, faster and faster, causing my orgasm, when it came, to be both painful and wonderful at the same time. He kept on at me, refusing to withdraw, until my last shudder and moan had left me. I was spent. Or so I thought.
Jace turned me around, picked me up as if I weighed nothing, pushing my back against the cold tiles, pulled my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and shoved his cock right on up into me, again. He forced my chin up so that he could look me in the eyes. “Hold onto me and don’t let go.” I wasn’t planning on doing so.
The first thrust went deep, filling me to my limits, and then he picked up the pace, faster and faster. I was pinned between him and the wall, being taken, used, and loving every moment of it. I came with a scream, he with a grunt, and then his arms were around me, holding me. “You okay?”
Not able to say anything, I merely nodded my head, my body satisfied, my mind struggling to think coherently. It had been that good!
Jace left me to towel off and get dressed in my own time. Naked, I walked through to my bedroom, and crawled into bed. I was asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I slept like a baby.
I woke a few hours later, got dressed, and walked through to the living area. Nobody was in sight, but propped against a vase, there was an envelope with my name on it. I opened it and had to sit. It was from Drew.
Mel,
It’s wonderful having you here. Jace and I are out for a bit. We’ll bring some takeout when we get back. Hope you have a good rest.
We both want you tonight, at the same time. Are you up for it? Think about it, and let us know when we get back. We promise, if you say yes, you won’t be sorry.
Drew
I have to tell you, I was worried. I’ve been with men, but never two at the same time. My sexual experiences at college were varied, and yeah, I had done anal, but never, ever with two men at the same time. The thought was disconcerting on the one hand, although on the other, I have to admit that it has been a fantasy of mine. I think I might have mentioned that. No? Well now you know. Anyway, there I was, all alone, with nothing to do except wait on their arrival. I looked around, and wondered what I could get up to so as to pass the time, but honestly, nothing came to mind. I could watch some T.V., of course, but hey, I was in Vegas! Who watches T.V. while in Vegas? I went back to my room and put on some make-up and got dressed to go out, leaving a note of my own for them in case they got back before I did.
The place was packed. Slot machines were ringing, and there was the occasional whoop of joy as someone won. The slots, however, was not my aim. I got some chips and wandered over to a blackjack table, it was a game that had always held my fascination, and took a seat. I was soon engrossed in the game, and had won some and lost some. It was about 30 minutes later that a cocktail was put at my side, blue in color, garnished with an umbrella and a slice of lime. “It’s from the gentleman at the next table, ma’am,” I was told. I looked over. I did a mental “Ugh”. The guy looked like a real sleaze ball. You know the type, right? Older, trying to look young by growing out his thinning hair, combing it over the bald patch, and tying it into a ponytail at the back of his head, his hair obviously dyed, clothes one size too small as if it would hold in the belly he was so desperately trying to suck in, the gold-plated jewelry aimed to impress but failing to do so, and the greasy smile! Hell no! I promptly waved the drink away, telling the waitron to say thank you, but no thank you. The lady was not interested.
I was back into the game again, landing a Jack and an ace, the perfect number, and hoping the house didn’t come up with a better hand, when I had another drink plopped down in front of me. Another cocktail, something minty by the smell of it. I once again waved it away, hoping the guy would get the message, and won the round. I felt proud of myself, for the hand, not the guy.
The cards were dealt again. I asked for a third, and landed with a total of ten points. I kid you not, but I felt this presence settle in beside me. You guessed it, Mr. Sleeze.
“Hi baby. Seems you doin’ alright” came the Texan drawl, although I had to wonder at the fakeness of it, as no Texans I had ever met had exaggerate their accent the way this guy did. I decided to ignore him. The idiot then proceeded to put an arm around me, and lay a fat, pudgy, sweaty palm on my thigh.
“Excuse me, please. Let me go.”
“Oh come on baby, a hot girl like you needs some lookin’ after!” He flashed me a toothy, over-white grin.
I needed looking after alright, but most definitely not by this sour-breathed wanna-be Texan with the fake tan, which I noticed on closer inspection; the inspection not of my own volition, but due to his close proximity. I tried shrugging out of his embrace and getting up, my game and winnings forgotten in the bid to get away from him, but he held me down, forcing me to sit next to him.
“Let me go!”
The dealer and other players, at this point, noticed what was going on, but, as is the want with people when they see something distasteful, looked away. The dealer, I have to mention, did nod in someone’s general direction. The next thing I knew, Mr. Sleaze was pulled to one side and smartly escorted outside, while Drew and Jace looked at me, a mixture of fury and concern on their faces.
“Did he hurt you, Mel?” Drew managed first.
“Want me to kick his ass to the ground?” it came from Jace.
‘No I’m fine, and no, leave him alone. It’s over. Thanks for saving me.”
“Yeah well, we got back and found you gone but saw your note and decided to come looking for you.”
“Mel,” Drew interjected before Jace could say more, “I suggest we go upstairs and have something to eat, okay? Pizza is going to get cold, and I hate cold pizza. And no, it’s not from room service but from a place down the road that makes the best damn pizza in this town. Come on. Let’s go.”
And there I was, walking through the crowd, squired by two gorgeous guys, aware of the admiring or withering glances of many a female; the withers being in my direction, the admiring ones being aimed at my two companions. I smirked. A girl could get used to this kind of thing. I liked feeling their jealousy, after all, it’s not every day you have two males like these two paying attention to you, is it?
We got into Drew’s private elevator, but the next thing I knew, I was drawn into Drew’s arms and soundly kissed. “Don’t do that when I am around! I don’t like it. Understand?”
Before I could answer, Jace had grabbed me from behind, one hand kneading my breast while Drew watched. “And that, babe, goes for me as well. Got it?” I felt his breath in my neck. It was hot and moist and minty.
Well now, what was a girl to do? I nodded silently, smiled to myself, and kept my mouth tightly shut.
Drew was right, the pizza was good. Damn good! The base was thin, the way
I liked it, yet not hard at all, and the cheese and toppings were cooked to perfection. Yummy! I have to mention, the chardonnay we had with it hit the right spot as well. I was well satisfied. Almost. The taste of Drew and the smell of Jace in the escalator had wet my appetite for sex once more, and I wondered what they had in mind.
I excused myself, had a quick shower, and changed into a revealing negligée which I covered with a robe; a girl doesn’t want to be too obvious about these things, and joined them in the lounge area. The lights, I noticed, had been dimmed, and both were seated on the couch with a space open between them.
“I take it, Mel, you have made a decision? An irrevocable one? You are willing to be our toy for the next few days? To do with as we will, with your consent, of course?” Drew was lounging back, his pristine white shirt undone to the navel, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of abs and a light smattering of hair to be drooled over.
“Yes.” My answer sounded timid, although my excitement was reaching its maximum level. I was both scared and worked up. I had come to Vegas for sex, to put it frankly, in an attempt to regain my confidence in my sexuality after the breakup of my marriage, and it would seem I had found a double dose of it. I was not complaining, and the idea of both of them taking me…well, it added the extra bit of spice I needed.
“Come here, Mel,” Drew patted the empty spot between him and Jace, “come sit down. But before you do, take off the robe and let us look at you.”
I licked my suddenly dry lips and undid the robe, allowing it to slip off my shoulders and puddle at my feet. I stood facing them in my transparent sexy little outfit.
“”Now take off the panties underneath.”
I hooked my fingers around the elastic, pulled the small scrap of material down, and kicked it aside.
“Turn around, Mel,” Drew’s soothing voice commanded.
I did as he bid me.
“Now bend over, Mel, we want to see your ass.”
By this time, my sexual need had reached fever-pitch, but I said nothing, turned and bent over, as far as I could. I felt someone’s presence behind me. It was Jace.
“Stand still, babe. This won’t take long.”
I felt something shoving at my pussy and up my channel. I almost fell over.
“Keep the position, babe,”Jace’s honeyed voice purred, “this is only the beginning. Now, don’t move, and take it, you hear?”
The next moment, my pussy was empty, and Jace was forcing a large butt plug into my small puckered ass, driving it in, inch by inch. I grasped my ankles, and bit on my teeth. It was not as much painful as it was uncomfortable, even though it had been lubricated by my own flowing juices.
“I’m readying you ups for some serious fucking. And you are going to like it, I guarantee it.” Jace kept on pushing and pushing until, unexpectedly, he stopped.
“Come here, Mel.” It was Drew again, who, it seemed, had stripped himself of his clothing while Jace was plugging up my ass.
I went over and sat down where he had indicated.
“Now suck my cock.”
I glanced in Jace’s direction, knowing he would be watching. His eyes were glazed by lust, and he was rubbing himself through the material of his jeans.
I dipped my head, and took him into my mouth, licking his shaft from bottom to top, before hungrily sucking at him again, my head bobbing up and down while my one hand held him firmly at the base.
My body was suddenly turned around so that I was on my knees, and Jace’s huge cock was rammed down my weeping cunt, hard, forcing my body forward with each thrust. I no longer had to bob my head to blow Drew’s dick; Jace’s movements was doing that for me. It ended in a deep throat penetration each time, with the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat.
“Stop.”
I looked up at Drew, wondering if he was serious, while Jace kept on fucking me from behind.
“The stool.”
I had no idea what Drew meant, but Jace disappeared, only to reappear a few minutes later with a strange stool, high at one end, low at the other. This he placed on a sturdy coffee table.
“Bend over the stool, Mel.”
Of course I did. My ass was now firmly up in the air and my body leaning forwards. Drew came around in front of me. “Now do it again.”
I held my upper body up with my arms, and started working at his cock again, while Jace went to work on my pussy once more. It was a spit roast, I remember someone telling me once. They were spit-roasting me! A guy in front and one from behind. The thought was just a momentary flutter, to be replaced by trepidation when Jace stop fucking my cunt, and pulled out my plug. I didn’t have the chance to utter a word as my mouth was filled by Drew.
The tip of Jace’s bulbous cock was at my ass, being pushed in by his weight, and not as gently as the invasion of the plug had been. I was aware of a burning, stretching sensation. I tried to squirm, but got a smart smack on the ass for my efforts.
“Take it, Mel, take his cock. Think how it’s going to feel inside you, when he fucks your ass, imagine me in your cunt, imagine us taking you and making you ours. You want that, don’t you?”
Fuck help me I did! I wanted him, them, both, at the same time. It was my ultimate fantasy, my ultimate dream, to be wanted and taken by two men. It has been a desire since my college days, but one that I had always felt guilty of, afraid of what society would know. But as the two kept saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and if no one was telling, I would be safe. Besides, my mother would never believe Drew anyway, she believed he was gay.
Jace started moving inside me, slowly at first, pulling right out and plunging it right back in. The experience was amazing, my groans were those of delight and lust, all mixed together. My orgasm was building and I didn’t want it to end. Through my haze of want and need, I became aware of Drew, his penis in front of me, and I grabbed it and brought it to my mouth, sucking on him, while Jace used my ass. I came unexpectedly, the shudders ripping through my body, while my scream was muffled by Drew’s cock. I lay over the strange stool, spent, and replete. However, it would seem the two of them were just getting started.
Jace picked me up as if I was a sack of potatoes, effortlessly, although, to give him his due, he didn’t throw me over his shoulder, but went and sat down on the couch, plonked me in his lap, hoisted me up, and lowered my ass onto his dick. Holy hell, the feeling! He leant over backwards, and started all over again. Jace watched for a bit, and came over to join in on the action. He pushed his dick into my pussy, and there I was, plugged from the front and behind, by two stunning men with huge dicks, every girl’s wet dream fantasy come true. I was filled to the hilt, one part of me being in awe of my ability to take them both, the other part screaming mutely for them to fuck me senseless. They did not disappoint me.
Drew, on his knees, started flexing his hips, driving into me, the motion enough to almost dislodge Jace. Jace pulled me down onto him firmly, and held me in place, allowing Drew to set the pace and the motion. My breasts were jiggling all over, much to Drew’s delight. His hands left my hips and grabbed my globes, and squeezed and massaged at them, the intermittent tugs on my nipples and the slight pain serving to add to my pleasure. Who knew a little pain could cause so much excitement in the recipient? Not me, let me assure you! My sexual encounters have all been decidedly…for want of a better word…vanilla, even the anal sex I once experimented with was nothing like I was experiencing now!
My orgasm was rising, again, my moans, intensifying in frequency, enough to let them know. Drew allowed one of his hands to go down to my clit; the slick nub was begging to be rubbed. He worked at it with his thumb, rubbing it, the sensation of my ass and pussy being fucked together with my clit being given a good work over, pushed me over the edge, and I came, a huge, squirting orgasm that ripped a scream out of me, but they gave no quarter. They carried on, fucking my holes through my orgasm, pushing me to the edge again. Drew came first, a huge deluge of spunk rushing into me, tickling my womb, enough t
o drive me over the edge once more. It was as I hit my peak, that Jace came as well, his sperm shooting into my ass. I was exhausted, Drew laying over me, and both of us on Jace. It was a meat sandwich, and I was the filling.
Drew was the first to come back to earth. He carried me into his shower, to be quickly followed by Jace, and the two of them cleaned me up. This was a good thing, because there was no way my wobbly legs could have kept me standing at that point.
Afterwards, Jace held me up while Drew dried me off and picked me up, laying me gently in the center of his huge bed. I drifted off to sleep with a man on either side of me; safe, secure, and well looked after. I think it was the best sleep that I have ever had.
The rest of the week sped by; too fast, in my opinion. I felt lethargic, well rested, confident in my sex appeal, and seriously well fucked. Drew’s limo dropped me off at the airport, and it was as if every male turned to look at me. I felt sexy. As the plane took off, I looked down at Vegas and smiled. I have had the time of my life, and I couldn’t wait for our next little encounter at Christmas, if Jace was able. If not, Drew promised, he would get us someone else to play house with. It would be strange not having Jace there, as I really like the guy, but Drew is in charge, and I like it that way. He would never get someone I wouldn’t like being a part of a fucking session. I smiled again. Whatever happened, Christmas would be another session to remember!
~THE END~
Seduced By The Gifted Billionaires
Chapter 1
Nikki was not looking where she was going and she almost ran right into a man. His shoulder length hair was blonde and pushed back behind his ears. For a moment, she wished that there had been some contact, so that she could have stopped and said something because he was gorgeous. There wasn’t though and she turned and walked away. His blue eyes may have followed her, but Nikki was unaware.
The restaurant that she lived above was busy and the crowd was more than she was used to in front of it. Struggling to get out of the throng of people milling around, she pushed passed as gently as possible and opened her stride up when she reached the other side of the human mass. There was not a cloud in the sky and as the sun went down, the many lights littering the sidewalks turned on. It wasn’t long before she left the bustle of the valley behind her and started to climb up a small bluff.
