by Bridy McAvoy
“No more pictures.”
Her voice was harsh, croaky, and she realized it was hoarse from desire rather than anything else. The situation, the fantasy made real, had gotten to her in a way Karen struggled to believe was possible. She watched through lidded eyes as Ben slowly turned and put the camera on the shelf normally used for toiletries before facing her again and closing the intervening space between them in a couple of strides. Simultaneously the other two closed in as well.
Ben gently touched her chin with his fingers and somehow it seemed so right for her to tilt her head back and look into his eyes as his face descended toward her to allow him to place his lips on hers.
Karen surprised herself once more as, without conscious control, her lips parted under his at the very first touch. She’d snogged him at the previous Christmas party at the club but only under the combined pressure of their group of friends, the level of alcohol and a convenient sprig of mistletoe. This time was, by comparison, electric. She felt the jolt of the contact flow through her entire soaking wet body as their lips met and hers parted. His body was pressing against hers as the tip of her tongue flicked between her lips to gently touch his lips in both a signal of passion and, in this particular case, complete surrender.
His hand left her chin and dropped to her shoulder as his lips parted and his tongue began to dance with her own. The kiss deepened quickly, the level of passion rising higher and higher. She felt the other two men move closer to her, their burning hot, fully erect members pressing against her naked, wet skin. All the time the water continued to drop down from the shower head above the three of them. Her hands, passive against her side until now, moved to curl her fingers around and grasp the two dicks pressing against her. After what seemed like an eternity she opened her eyes once more to find Ben staring down at her, watching as the passion mounted within her. She gasped for breath as their lips broke apart.
“I don’t think this underwear is doing much, do you?”
His whispered question caused her breath to catch in her throat. Karen glanced to the side, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The image of her body scantily and inappropriately clad in wisps of pink lace, surrounded by three naked men with rampant erections stared back at her. Wordlessly, her chest heaving from the exertion of breathing in such an aroused state, she nodded her ascent to him, knowing that in a moment that scant covering was going to be stripped, or even ripped away.
She continued to watch her reflection as his hands moved, first to her shoulders where they brushed the straps away, the thin fabric sticking to her slick wet skin. Karen felt another pair of hands move to the small of her back and start to work on the hook and eye fastening there. A third pair of hands rested on her hips, snagging the elastic of her panties and beginning to draw them down over her hips.
Suddenly the catch gave under the onslaught and the elastic released, allowing her breasts to fall forward into the cups which still stuck to her, held there by the surface tension of the water. The hands on her back moved to her sides and slowly drew the sodden remnant of her clothing down and away, freeing her nipples to their unobstructed eyes and hands for the first time.
Without stopping to consider her actions, she let go of the throbbing pricks to allow the straps to finally slide clear of her arms and the now useless bra to drop to the tiled floor with an echoing plop which brought a giggle to her lips. A giggle that quickly turned to a gasp as she felt Ben’s hands drop to cup her breasts. Meanwhile, behind and to the side, Steve dropped to one knee as he continued to pull her sodden panties down her legs. Mutely she watched her reflection as he lifted one leg after the other in turn to allow her to step out of the final pink item of clothing. Karen saw she was now standing naked except for her taupe stockings with the three completely naked men. She groaned inwardly at the lewd display, then aloud as the two men to the sides began to run their hands over her naked ass.
Ben dropped his hands to her flanks and then round to grip her ass. Immediately she felt both of the others move their hands up to cup her breasts that had been momentarily neglected. The feeling of so many hands touching the sensitive parts of her body was having an effect on her senses out of all proportion to the actual events. Ben leaned in and kissed her once more. As she eagerly returned the kiss he roughly pulled her forward, his hands gripping her ass checks hard as he mashed her lower body to him, pressing his hard erection against her naked stomach. She writhed under the touch, completely lost and at sea on a tide of physical and emotional feelings that coursed through her body.
This time when he broke the kiss, Karen could hear herself moaning almost continuously as the pressure on and manipulation of her breasts, nipples and ass continued to push her to the heights. Without a word, Ben spun her round so she was now facing the other two men who had moved to a position side by side behind her. Their hands disappeared from her breasts in mid-manoevre and then reacquired their targets. She could feel each of them holding a breast, almost pulling it toward them with one hand, while at the same time their other hand pulled and twisted her nipples. Karen closed her eyes and allowed herself to float away on the sensations as the two men played with and mauled her breasts. They weren’t being gentle either, not the way her fiancé always was. A pang of guilt darted through her as she thought about the way she was betraying him. It was extinguished a minute later as Ben wrapped his arms around her, his hands descending toward her pelvic bone, reaching the top of her sparse blonde pubic hair at the same time as his hot cock pressed against her ass, nestling into the crack between her cheeks. She gasped and moaned aloud as his fingers began to work through the fine and extremely wet hair.
Karen dropped her head forward and opened her eyes. Dancing in front of her were Dave and Steve’s long turgid cocks and she stretched out her arms toward them, yet again wrapping her slim fingers around them and beginning to massage the skin up and down as the torrents of water continued to cascade over the three of them. She glanced at the mirror again only to realize it had fogged up from the steam in the shower, preventing her from watching the scene as she had earlier.
A long moan escaped her as pressure from Ben bent her forward, until she was almost bent double. The other two men continued to fondle and grope her breasts as they now swung down from her chest. Her head was inexorably lowering toward the two rods in front of her and she instinctively knew what was wanted of her, and exactly what Ben would be doing behind her as she took first one and then the other in turn into her mouth. She gasped at the thought they might intend her to take both of them simultaneously and a visible shudder ran through her entire body, her legs almost giving out under the impetus of her licentious thoughts.
“Get her on her hands and knees.”
She heard Dave’s words and registered their import as she allowed them to manipulate her into the position they wanted her nude body in. She let go of the two cocks, her hands imprisoned as she allowed them to guide her toward the floor. A few seconds later she was where they wanted her, on hands and knees, her legs splayed lewdly apart, her head looking up at the legs and dicks of the two men standing in front of her. She watched as they too sank to their knees in front of her and shuffled closer so their cocks were at the same height and close to her upturned face. Behind her she felt Ben do the same and position himself such that his cock was now pressing between her legs, rubbing gently against her protruding labia as her own passion ground her hips back into him in a circling up down and sideways motion.
“She’s hot for it.”
Steve’s comment sent another shudder through her body as he pressed his cock toward her gaping mouth. Karen sealed her lips around it and began to tickle the end of it with the tip of her tongue as he held it there, barely penetrating her mouth. She felt Ben’s hand drop to the lower part of her ass cheek, then further, until she felt his fingers pressing on either side of her pussy, pulling the lips apart to allow him to steer his engorged prick into her. Karen gasped for air, trying desperately to breathe throug
h her nose as Steve slowly pushed his cock into her mouth and Ben, equally slowly, slid his into her gaping wet pussy, the breathing made even more difficult by the torrents of water still cascading down on them. Not to be outdone or left out Dave was now pressing his cock against her cheek, maintaining her sexual contact with the third member of the trio.
With her hands planted on the tiles, Karen could not mount any defense against what was happening to her, not that her soaring passions wanted her too. She merely struggled to keep her balance as Steve sawed his cock in and out of her mouth, while Ben slowly – so exquisitely slowly – buried himself to his full length inside her grasping pussy.
As Ben began the return stroke, slowly sliding out of her, Steve pulled out of her mouth and pressed his prick against her cheek, leaving the path clear for Dave to take his place. Take his place he did, plunging his prick hard and fast into her open and waiting mouth. She gagged slightly at the force but continued to use her tongue on the side of his cock as it slid toward the back of her throat. Karen sucked as hard as she could and was rewarded with the immediate taste of a drop of his pre-cum as he fucked his cock in and out of her oral cavity. Ben established a rhythm of his own behind her and the buffeting of her body between the three male bodies increased in severity moment by moment.
Despite momentary pangs of guilt, Karen continued to climb higher and higher, moaning around the prick that filled her mouth, alternately Dave and Steve’s as the two men swapped over. The next time Steve pulled out was extremely fortuitous for her as she crested the wave and screamed out her orgasm and her whole body shook as the powerful spasms racked her body. She fell forward onto her elbows, unable to stay in the more upright position as her strength gave way. Karen felt weak, barely aware the three men had stopped and let go of her, watching as the spasms of orgasm rippled through her body.
“Carry her through there.”
She was still barely conscious as the three picked her up and carried her soaking wet body through into the main part of the locker room, laid her tenderly down on a towel one of them had grabbed on the way to the bench. Her legs naturally fell to either side of the bench, exposing her gaping pussy to their eyes. Still in the aftermath of her powerful orgasm, she was still only partially conscious when Ben dropped onto the bench between her legs, lowered his body onto hers and re-inserted his cock deep into her sopping pussy.
With nothing filling her mouth as the other two stood back to observe their friend’s performance, she was able to be far more vocal now. Her moans and grunts echoed around the room, rising in both pitch and volume as Ben continued to piston in and out of her. Her feet left the floor and Dave and Steve were treated to the sight of her wet, ruined stocking-clad legs wrapping themselves around the rapidly sawing ass of their friend.
Karen screamed out even louder as another orgasm racked her body. The pulsing of her vaginal muscles as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body bringing him up to and over the edge as well. Once the mutual orgasmic wave subsided, Karen allowed her legs to fall away to either side of the bench and Ben pulled free and stood up. The three men were mesmerized by the sight of her gaping open slit as Ben’s cum slowly began to ooze out and then down into the crack of her ass.
“Who’s next?”
Karen’s words shocked her as much as the three men as she spoke for the first time in a long while. Steve moved first, quickly dropping down to occupy the position Ben had only just vacated. Quickly he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed home in a single thrust. Her legs came up to wrap around him, lifting higher this time and holding him in place. She looked at Dave once more.
“You want to wait for sloppy thirds?”
She licked her lips suggestively and ovaled her mouth. In a flash he was there, dropping to his knees beside her head as she turned to face him. With a couple of small adjustments she engulfed his cock in her mouth as Steve began to pump in and out. Unlike in the shower the two worked together, one pressing in whilst the other pulled out and then returning, making the process much more enjoyable for an already over-aroused Karen. Quickly her body began to climb the mountain once more. The sensation of one man fucking her already used pussy while another fucked her mouth, all three bodies still slick with water from the shower, was more than merely too much for her.
As Dave pumped his load into her mouth, making it difficult to breathe, and Steve pumped a second lot of cum deep inside her pussy, she orgasmed for a final time and promptly fainted.
* * * *
When Karen recovered her senses she realized she was alone. Her body wrapped in a cocoon of fluffy towels, she noticed she was dry and warm. Sitting up she took stock of her surroundings. She was back in the ladies locker room, the lights clearly working again. Her skirt and blouse were stacked neatly on the bench next to her. Just beyond them was her soiled tennis clothing and her racquet bag. Lying on top of the blouse was a card. Her eyes focussed on it just as there was a gentle knock on the door, followed by Chris’ voice.
“Karen? Are you alright?”
She read the card in growing wonder
Fantasies Incorporated – The Car Showroom
By: Bridy McAvoy
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Copyright © Mar 2010, Bridy McAvoy
Cover Art Copyright © Mar 2010, Brightling Spur
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The Car Showroom
“So, Joanne, what do you think to your new office?”
Joanne pursed her lips in a silent whistle as she surveyed the corner office, to which her new boss had theatrically opened the door a few seconds earlier.
“Well, Mister Rigsby, it’s certainly impressive. Far larger than I expected.”
“You’re the youngest person ever promoted to Manager within the Marketing Department here, Joanne, and we want you to feel right at home.”
The corner office on the seventeenth floor was minimally furnished at this moment, merely containing a stark glass desk with a black leather chair behind it and two matching visitor’s chairs facing the desk.
“Once you’ve settled in, take a few days to decide what you want. We’ll have our furniture people come by. I think a budget of around five thousand dollars would be appropriate.”
“Mister Rigsby, that’s far too much.”
“Don’t be silly, Joanne. You need to impress clients here, and we have a reputation to maintain. I expect to see this office comfortably and tastefully furnished in a way that reflects your own personality. That requires a budget, so a budget you will have. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Please, call me Charles. We’ll be working closely together from now on.”
Joanne glanced quickly at him. From any other man in the company it would have been a ‘come on’ line. A clumsy, even sleazy, attempt to chat her up, followed by the dinner invitation and hotel room. She knew Charles Rigsby better, though. There had been no ulterior motive, no intended move. He was the company go-getter, the high flier to whom her own career was now inexorably linked. Continuing to climb the corporate ladder on his coat tails meant they both needed to ensure there was no hint of impropriety between them.
“Speaking of budget.…”
“Uh-uh?”
Joanne had wandered over to the south-facing window, one of the two exterior glass walls that provided her new domain with so much light. She rapidly returned her attention to him as he continued to spea
k.
“Your car. It doesn’t quite carry the right image for a senior manager, Joanne.”
“It’s only two years old, Charles.”
“Nearer three, I think. Our manager’s cars are changed every eighteen months. We source all the cars from a single dealership, the Lexus one on Fifteenth and Main. You know it?”
“I’ve driven past it a few times. Wait a minute, did you say Lexus?”
“Stop playing with me, Joanne. You know full well our managers all drive a Lexus. I’ve taken the liberty of making an appointment with the head of sales there. Mister Winters is expecting you at two o’clock. He knows the budget and he’ll sort you out a deal. If you want to trade in your old car at the same time, he’ll give you the top price and a check, but that will be between the two of you.”
“Thank you, Charles.”
“Now, I’ll leave you to get to know your new secretary. Mary used to work for me. She’s very good, and I’m sure you’ll have no complaints…”
Joanne was quick on the uptake. Although they were business friends, Charles clearly had put Mary in place as her secretary to allow him to keep tabs on her. There was no way she would find anything to complain about regarding her new secretary. Rather, she would have to find a way to win her over. That would then give her the informal conduit back to Charles. Joanne knew she could play the corporate game just as well as the men.
* * * *
“I have an appointment with Mister Winters. I believe he’s expecting me. Joanne Archibald.”
