by Lori King
“Don’t stop Doug, she wants your mouth on her,” Killian said.
Without hesitation, Doug dropped his mouth back onto her spread pussy and resumed eating her out. He knew what she liked. Soft circles on her clit with the tip of his tongue, then a hard shove into her passage with a couple of fingers, and…
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Alana…
Alana cried out as she orgasmed for the first time in front of an entire room full of people. Her pussy throbbing, and her skin tingling, she shuddered and struggled to keep from collapsing to the floor. Doug’s hands gripped her waist firmly, and she eased into his chest as he rose to hold her. Keeping her eyes shut tightly, she rode out the remaining ripples of climax, all the while wondering what she’d been thinking.
After a few moments, people began to murmur as the conversations around them resumed, and her eyes opened to find only Killian still focused on the pair of them.
“That was beautiful, love.”
His words eased her conscience, and she lifted her head to meet first his and then Doug’s eyes, his mouth still wet with her desire and his full cheeks flushed bright pink. She could feel his rock hard erection pressed against her stomach, and a flame of lust burned in her belly.
“You are absolute perfection, Alana.” Killian’s hand brushed her hair away from her cheek, and she turned to face him. Dark and dangerous, that’s what he was to her. Blonde-streaked brown hair, and dilated pupils, paired with a powerfully built body in that black and white tuxedo. As if he could hear her thoughts, his lips curled up in a smile. “But the night isn’t over yet, is it Alana?”
A rush of anticipation filled her chest. He wanted her. As much as she loved her husband, she had been smitten with Killian since the moment she was introduced to him. How many times had she caught herself leaving one of his parties with the desire to ask him to join them burning on her lips?
Unable to speak, she shook her head and received a sexy smile from both men as a reward. Killian moved in close to her bare back, sandwiching her between their two bodies, and she shivered with anticipation.
She held her breath when Killian’s arms came around her midsection, pinning Doug’s against her sides. Doug’s hand became caught between Killian’s hips and her ass. She felt him squeezing her cheeks when his partner’s hard cock came into contact with his knuckles, and she instinctively shifted her pelvis backwards to increase the friction.
God, she wanted that cock inside of her so bad…
“Now that we’ve proved you’ve got a wild streak, you need to tell us how far you’re planning on taking this scene, sweetheart,” Doug said. She could see the flexing muscle of his jawline, and she wondered what was going through his head. He had to know it was Killian’s cock he was touching. If he could be that open-minded, then she could be as well.
Determined to ask for what she wanted, she swallowed hard, and said out loud, “I want you. Both of you.”
The two men both reacted, squeezing her between their steely cocks and firm bodies. Killian pressed his nose into her hair, and she heard him inhale as he gently kissed the skin behind her ear. Doug kissed her forehead at the same time, completing the triad in an unusually intimate connection.
“Do you want to take this somewhere more private?” Doug murmured to her, and she quickly nodded.
Even though it turned her on to feel all of those eyes on her nude body, she was desperate to be fucked, and she wasn’t quite ready to share that with the group yet. Killian held them in place when they would have moved to leave the room, and she turned to look at him over her shoulder.
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Killian…
The Dominant in Killian fought with his inner voyeur for control of the situation. As much as he wanted to protect his new toys, he also wanted to show them off. He was a dirty, perverted man, with wicked fantasies that he chose to embrace, and he loved watching sin almost as much as he loved committing it. All around him, friends and business acquaintances milled around seeking to fulfill their fantasies for the night, or just getting off on the one happening in front of them. It was important to give the partygoers a show, without revealing too much of oneself because, come Monday morning, they would all put on their ties, and button up their pressed shirts as they returned to the corporate world.
Everything changed for Killian when Alana asked for what she wanted. The moment he heard her say the words, he realized she meant them. It inflated his ego and dampened his enthusiasm for exhibitionism at the same time, but he wasn’t quite ready to let her run away from her darkest desires like a scared little bunny. In fact, he wanted to see how far he could push her.
Tipping her head back with a tug on her long blonde locks, he met Doug’s eyes in question. This was her husband’s last opportunity to dictate the situation, and the moment he nodded the go-ahead, Killian captured Alana’s moist lips with his own, finally tasting the sin on her tongue he’d dreamed about for months. She was a wicked combination of honey, scotch, and woman. If he was a weaker man he might have taken her right then and there without the necessary dance of foreplay.
Forcing his mouth away from hers with a sharp nip to her bottom lip, he stared down into her clear blue eyes. Shifting his body, Killian purposely grazed Doug’s hands and her ass with his cloth covered-cock as he spoke to her.
“Just a minute, love. I think Doug deserves a reward for indulging you tonight. What do you say?”
His words filled the air around them with heavy tension, as she debated how to respond. He could see her reservations, as well as the bonfire of desire they lit as she bit that succulent bottom lip and turned back to Doug.
To Doug’s credit, he managed to keep his mouth shut and let her think through all of the possibilities without swaying her one way or the other, again reassuring Killian that he’d been right about their dual submissive desires.
Training them was going to be a delight if they continued to be so responsive to each other and to him. He could already see matching collars adorning their throats at the next Lusty Fantasies party. Just the thought of placing his collar on either one of them made his heart and his cock twitch. How would they feel about a permanent threesome?
To his surprise, Alana nodded to herself and gave him a bright smile before she began sliding down his body.
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Alana…
Alana could feel Killian’s hot breath on the side of her face, and his huge hands blanketed her softly rounded tummy. For once in her life, she didn’t worry about the rolls or stretch marks there. All she could see was the desire that lit up her husband’s eyes. Doug still wanted her, and now Killian wanted her, too. When was the last time she truly felt desirable? It had been years.
For fifteen years she had slept with the same man, in the same bed, in the same home, never asking for more. But tonight, there was something special in the air, and she felt completely reckless. It tempted her into asking Doug for this foray into exhibitionism, and now it taunted her with the sexy man pressed against her back.
Killian was everything that Doug wasn’t—confident, rugged, and dangerous. She loved Doug with all her heart, but he was more submissive than she at times and, although he wasn’t out of shape, he certainly wasn’t as taut and lean as his business partner. She wondered silently how far apart they were in age as she felt Killian’s lips brush the back of her neck and Doug’s fingers kneading her fleshy ass. It wasn’t an important fact, so she let the curiosity fizzle in light of the burning embers of desire that were sizzling in her stomach. She needed this.
Slowly, and without pushing them apart, she slid down their bodies to her knees. Doug was average height at five foot ten, and Killian only topped him by two inches, so she was very comfortable resting on her haunches between the two of them. In fact, they were at the perfect height. Twisting, she angled her body until she was sideways between them, and with one reassuring glance up at Killian, she reached for Doug’s zipper first.
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Doug…
Alana�
�s fingers trailed over the ridge of his cock, making him burn for more, and he watched in stunned fascination as she released his dick to view. He might not be as powerful or have as many connections as Killian in the business world, but Doug knew he had an advantage in the cock department on almost every man in the room. At nine inches fully erect, and almost three inches across in thickness, he had never disappointed a lady. Scared one away, yes, but disappointed? Never. Hell, if they measured it at that very moment, he guessed it was a half-inch longer than normal, because it was stretching to reach her perfectly pursed lips like it had a mind of its own.
Fisting his hands at his sides, he looked up to find Killian watching him instead of his wife, and a wave of nerves washed through him. They were supposed to be doing this for Alana, but the look on Killian’s face certainly wasn’t for her. When he dropped his head down, he saw Killian do the same out of his peripheral vision, and he caught the look of surprise as his friend took in his erect shaft.
Ego thoroughly inflated, Doug felt his chest fill with pride before he realized that Killian was fully focused on Alana again. Surely the look hadn’t been anything more than a voyeuristic interest in Doug’s reaction to his wife’s new-found free thinking, a momentary lapse, he guessed. The nearly tangible lust in the air was getting to him.
At that moment, Alana gripped his thick cock, and delicately licked the sensitive tip. Hissing out a breath, he forced himself to stay upright, as she began to give him the best head of his life in a crowded room. He felt every pair of eyes turned on him, and watched his nearly nude wife on her knees as she serviced him. The eroticism was intoxicating, and he fought to hold onto the tendrils of his control. Fuck, he didn’t want to embarrass himself by shooting off before he really enjoyed this moment.
Grasping her long hair in his fist, he jerked her head off of his cock with a loud pop. Her lips remained parted in an O of surprise, and her heavy-lidded eyes flipped up to meet his in question. “Don’t thank me too much, sweetheart. I want this to last.”
She smirked up at him, as though confident she could break his control without a second thought, and he felt a shiver of lust skip down his spine. It had always been this way between them. A shared dialogue of submission, first one and then the other would take control, but never a true Dominant/submissive partnership. Just mutual desires being fulfilled with an emotional connection.
Killian’s hand suddenly laced itself over and around Doug’s in Alana’s hair, surprising them both, as he gently exerted pressure so that her mouth went back down to Doug’s cock. “Don’t stop her; it was just getting good, D. I want to know if she swallows or not.”
Doug’s eyes met Killian’s over Alana’s bobbing head, and Doug felt like he’d been gripped by the nutsack. If it wasn’t for the steady pressure of Alana’s hands braced on each thigh, he might have glanced down to check. There was an intense look of hunger in Killian’s eyes again, and there was no denying who it was directed at when he made eye contact with him.
The realization that his best friend and business partner really was sexually attracted to him, broke his control, and without warning, Doug shot a full load of cum down Alana’s throat. He heard her squeak of surprise as she nearly choked on the mouthful, but he could feel her relax, so that she could take it like a champ, while he maintained eye contact with the first man he’d ever wanted to fuck.
Chapter Three
Killian…
Without thinking, Killian reached out and drew his thumb across Alana’s pursed lips, stealing a dribble of cum from the crease. He took his time as he licked it from the digit, maintaining eye contact with Doug the whole time. Heat flared in the other man’s dark eyes, and his jaw flexed with tension. Satisfied that Doug was interested, Killian released him from his visual hold and turned back to Alana, who was still kneeling at their feet.
“That was beautiful, love. You’ve made your husband proud.” When Doug didn’t immediately agree, Killian frowned at him pointedly.
“Yes, of course sweetheart. I, uh, well…my brain just isn’t functioning yet. I think you fried it with that blow job,” Doug said with a sharp chuckle. His pants were still open and his dick hung limply just to the left of his zipper, the shimmer of saliva and semen catching the light and making Killian’s cock throb.
“While I’m down here…” Alana said quietly. Her eyes zeroed in on Killian’s zipper, but her hands stayed splayed on her thighs. She was completely relaxed as she sat in the submissive pose without realizing it.
Killian heard Doug’s sharp inhale, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead he stroked his hand over her golden hair, and drew her head closer to his hips. When her nose made contact with the hard length of his erection she shivered against him, and he felt a smile stretch his lips.
“Is there something you’d like to ask me, love?” His voice deepened, and her eyelids grew heavier at the gravelly sound.
“Um, can I, well… that is…do you want me to…”
“Say it, Alana.” Doug demanded gruffly. Killian saw him stroke his cock as he watched Alana.
She flushed bright red, and dropped her head away from him. Killian hurried to reassure her, “Easy, love. Doug just wants you to accept yourself and ask for what you want. That is what you’re here for right? And you’re already brave enough to come this far. Ask me.”
Her swollen lips parted as she took a deep breath, and mumbled, “Killian, may I suck your…cock? Please?”
The last word was the only reason Killian didn’t make her repeat herself. She said it as a final plea to end her discomfort, both mental and physical. Need burned in her eyes when the blue orbs finally lifted to meet his. “You ask so prettily, love. Of course you may.”
With shaking hands, she managed to release the zipper and button on his tuxedo pants, and his hard cock popped free. It wasn’t nearly as thick as Doug’s, but he only had him by an inch in length. Killian knew he was more than adequately endowed, and he stood proudly with his erection jutting from the nest of dark-haired curls between his thighs. Both Alana and Doug were fixated on the purple length, and under their twin gazes, it thickened even further.
“Don’t make me wait, Alana. I’m not much for teasing.” There was just enough of a threat in his voice to have her moving quickly to grasp his cock in her small, pale hand and stroke him firmly. Her technique needed refining, but she certainly made up for it with enthusiasm as she engulfed the head of his dick and sucked him to the back of her throat.
Taking a chance, Killian braced himself with a hand on Doug’s bicep and used the other to grip the back of Alana’s head. He was ridiculously pleased when neither resisted the intimate touch. Doug planted his feet, and used his opposite hand to cup his cock and balls, while he watched his wife suck Killian off. She relaxed further, allowing his prick to slide farther down her throat. She gagged a little, tears welling up in her eyes, and spittle leaking from the corner of her mouth. Killian eased his hold, and wiped the escaping tears from her cheeks with his thumb.
“Easy, love. I’ve got all night for you…two.” He let the last word linger on his lips without looking up at Doug. He wanted to make sure he allowed the man plenty of room to stop the inevitable if it freaked him out.
Alana’s tongue undulated against the underside of his shaft, and he felt a familiar tingle at the base of his balls. Sliding his hand under her chin, he gripped her jaw firmly and pulled her off of him. “Doug, move over here, and let’s give her a challenge.”
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Doug…
Killian directed him and Alana where he wanted them, like an erotic puppeteer, pulling their strings as they danced for him. Before he really understood what was happening, Doug was hip-to-hip with him, and their cocks were slapping against each other. Precum dribbled from the twin mushroom heads, and Alana looked like a cobra entranced by a lone flute. She opened her mouth, but her lips only stretched so wide. There was no way that both dicks were going to fit in her small mouth.
Instead, she
took turns, sliding her lips over first one, then the other. She pumped her fist up one length before she sucked her way down the next, with both cocks smashed together in her hands. It was a feast of kinky proportions and Doug was all in. He had never imagined having another man’s junk so close to his, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Killian’s cock. It was perfectly shaped, and it curved upward slightly in offering.
Mentally slapping himself, he swallowed back a lump of shame. Surely it wasn’t right for him to stand here fantasizing about tasting another man’s cock while his wife had her lips around his own erection?
She vacuum-sealed her lips tight around the crown of his cock and he shuddered, reaching a hand out to steady himself without realizing he had placed it on the small of Killian’s back. When it hit him, it was too late to remove it without looking odd, so he left it there. There was something comforting about the heat that filtered through Killian’s tux jacket.
Any other night, it would have taken Doug an hour to recharge his battery enough to come again, but the sexy tableau and the taboo of fucking in front of people he knew, had his cock vibrating with pent up desire again.
“Fuck, I’m going to come again, sweetheart.”
“Do it,” she whispered seductively. Her eyes met his then moved to meet Killian’s, as she gripped both of their dicks in her hands and stroked them firmly. “Please, come for me.”
The demand was sweetly erotic, but Doug waited. It wasn’t until Killian firmly nodded his head that he realized he had been waiting for permission to come all over his own wife.
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Alana…
She felt each twitch of the cocks in her palms. Killian’s spurted harder, but Doug’s went on for what seemed like an eternity, covering her cleavage in spunk and leaving her sticky and wet with her own desire.
It wasn’t that she had forgotten they had an audience, but she had managed to block them out and focus her mind entirely on the two men in front of her. So when someone suddenly began to clap, it was a loud sharp sound that ricocheted through her brain. Embarrassment flooded her, and her eyes popped open as she shot to her feet, swaying on numb limbs that had been bent too long.
