She nodded, but could not help admitting, “I’m embarrassed.”
“Why?” Ralph asked, “You spend all your time exposing yourself on stage.”
“This is different, I sounded like an animal, and I was so overcome.” She blushed again, unable to hide her awkwardness at the intimate direction this conversation was taking. Their cocks were still hard and ready jutting towards her lips. Anne automatically licked each by turn, trying to change the subject.
With a groan, Jake responded, “My dear, fucking is primal and raw. It’s about returning to our most primitive selves. The sounds you made cause me to want to cum inside you even more. Trust me. Now,” he said, his gazing heating up. “Time for the main course.”
Anne shuddered and nodded. Jake bent down and pulled her to a standing position. He kissed her mouth roughly. He smelled and tasted of her musk that made the whole thing even more arousing to her. His tongue tangled with hers almost roughly, fucking her with his tongue as thoroughly as Ralph had been fucking her mouth, making her nearly breathless with need and desire, writhing against Jake as he pressed his cock against her. He moved behind her again and pushed her back down onto all fours, caressing her spine and dropping to his knees behind her. She opened her legs and the head of Jakes hard length butted against her soft slick folds. He gently trapped his member between her legs and used her juices to stimulate them both. Gently rocking, Ralph came forward so Anne could gently lick and suck at his protruding cock. He did not push all the way in to her though, just enough so that between the rocking in front and the rocking in back all three of them were being stimulated. Jake started pumping sending spikes of ecstasy through her as he rubbed against her clit. Anne pushed back against him and His Grace praised her saying, “Yes, beautiful like that.”
It felt so good. Wicked and perfect, to have Jake’s cock between her legs. He fucked harder. Faster. His cock wet with his arousal and hers, flicked across her belly each time he thrust. His breathing got ragged; it only made Anne more excited. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on Ralph in her mouth before giving herself over to the incredible pleasure pulsing through her body, lifting higher and higher. Suddenly Jake backed off, nudging the head of his cock against the silkiness of my soft folds. Anne wanted this- desperately- but her head was spinning with everything that had already taken place. Jake must have sensed her thoughts drifted and quickly caught her attention by pushing himself inside her, inch by lovely thick inch. She gazed up at Ralph as Jake slowly penetrated her with the single-minded focus of a man on a mission. God, they were amazing. She could stare at both of them all day. Jake adjusted their position. Ralph began thrusting closer to her throat sometimes hitting the back but not moving in any further. Jake began a slow sensual grind in and out of her slick sheath. She groaned around Ralph’s member as a new sensation tingled in the pit of her stomach. “That’s it, darling,” Jake said with approval as Anne began to move with him, almost mindlessly in time with her body’s needs. It all felt so good. Too good. A wildness overtook her and she took Ralph deep within her throat and began a sort of see saw action between the two men. Ralph had a hold of her head as Jake grasped her hips. They thrusted in an opposite rhythm bringing her closer to climax. Suddenly she let out a shriek around Ralph’s member. Just as Jake groaned and his hip thrusts became erratic as his eyes rolled in his head with pleasure, she spiraled into her second orgasm of the night, though this one was deeper and more fulfilling then the last one. She nearly sobbed around Ralph but he pulled out as waves of pleasure rocked her body, causing her to forget everything else around her. She was sinking into an all-encompassing sensation of pleasure from being fucked completely and thoroughly, and knowing this was not the end.
Anne felt almost bereft as Jake finished and disentangled himself from her body. As Jake stood, Anne turned to Ralph. “Fuck me,” she said reaching out to touch him as Jake flopped down onto the bed. She didn’t even have time to stand before Ralph moved behind her and without any preamble and using Jake and Anne’s juices as a lubricant he mounted her and immediately began rutting like a stallion in heat. Ralph held on almost to the point of pain as he thrust against her like a piston. He rode hard, shocking her when he brought his hand down on her ass cheek as he pumped into her. She squeaked at the contact but quickly realized that the sudden shock brought not pain but pleasure. Anne arched her back and Ralph growled with approval, which warmed her with silly happiness at having pleased him. “Do you like being fucked like this, sweetheart?” he asked, he voice tight and low. The grip on her hips tightened when she moaned in answer and he chuckled. “That’s right, you like it rough,” he said, burying his cock into her so deep she thought she could feel it in her belly button. She felt desired and cherished; two feelings she craved her whole life, but had given up on ever experiencing. Jake’s face was suddenly in front of her. “Tell me you like this,” Jake said, pushing some of her hair behind her ear.
“I love it,” she admitted without shame, gasping as Ralph hit her most sensitive spot inside, causing her to shudder with desire. “Fuck me harder!” she practically screamed.
“My pleasure,” Ralph said, reaching up to grab some of her hair, forcing her to arch her back more. His cock plunged in and out, the sounds of sex echoed in the richly appointed room as they fucked like animals. Anne couldn’t see Jake as he returned to the bed but she felt his eyes on her the whole time and heard the heavy raggedness of his breathing.
Anne cried out with each jarring thrust, mindless with lust. It was as if the person she had been before, the singer with no personal life to speak of never existed at all. His Grace and Ralph made her feel sexy and desirable and it carried her to new heights of her own desire. She was not ashamed of her full figure before, but now it felt like the biggest part of her was the best part of her and she could do anything. Suddenly Ralph pumped his load deep inside her causing another shuddering eruption to roll over her like hot lava through a town, crashing down on her nerves and turning her inside out with pleasure. Ralph withdrew and fell onto the bed. Anne stayed on all fours trembling as she fought to come down from her orgasm. It was several moments before either could speak; their breathing hard.
When she finally came back to herself, Anne felt a blush blooming into her cheeks but forced herself to smile as she stood and turned to look at her new lovers. Both were adorable in a post-sex haze, their eyes at half-mast as they smiled lazily at her. There was new sway to her movements as she sauntered to the bed and stretched herself out between them. “Did I do good?” Anne asked with a worried frown that brought a wrinkle to her forehead.
“Hell yes,” Jake said, tracing his finger down the column of her back, causing her to shiver. “We are going to have so much fun. By the time we are through with you, you will never be the same.”
Anne would not be the least surprised, she already felt different. She like it. There was no going back to the woman she was.
Anne sighed and rolled to her back, loving how both men flanked her. Their spent cocks twitched as if eager to return to the soft, wet core where they seemed to belong. Their gaze darkened and she knew it would not be long until one or both of them were inside her once again.
Chapter Five
A week later, she arrived at the theatre to be greeted by yellow tulips along with the wild roses in pink and red she got from Ralph and Jake each night before her show. She was not sure whom the yellow tulips were from since she had never gotten flowers from an admirer other than Jake and Ralph. They smelled wonderful if not as intoxicating as her beloved roses which she immediately stuck in a vase until after the show.
Jake was trying to get Anne to move into a house instead of staying in her apartment, which was too small for visitors, but so far, Anne had refused. She felt too indebted to them already with all the fine gowns and the accessories to go with them, both necessary and completely unnecessary such as the 32 carat diamond pendant necklace she received from Jake the previous night. They were trying so hard to woo he
r that she was not sure if she was comfortable with the whole mistress thing. She loved the finer things in life, but Anne was used to living alone, her parents passed away when she was sixteen and immediately taking to the stage to feed herself. She was twenty-three now. She loved the devotion and pleasure they gave but was not sure of the showering of gifts that came with it. She loved being part of something.
Turning back to the yellow tulips, she wondered once again whom they were from. Little did she know she was about to find out.
Tonight’s show was fun. She was able to play a wicked villainess who sang a lament at the end before she dies. Laments were soulful, they were the best thing to sing when feeling down, not that she was feeling down exactly. Just contemplative. Anne was curious about the tulips among other things. Like whether she should move like her handsome and sexy men wanted. She was sure they would get their way eventually but she was not sure how long she should draw this whole thing out. She did not want to seem eager for them to spend money on her for in truth she was not. She wanted the soul deep connect of their little tête-à-tête. If only they could be like a family, taking care of each other instead of only a relentless pursuit of pleasure. However, that was not meant to be, Anne thought as she gathered up her hair into hairpins to head home. Today she was not seeing either Jake or Ralph because they had plans so she was headed to her lonely house, which she had not seen in days. Standing from her vanity, she donned her navy pelisse and left out the stage door. Not expecting to see anyone. She had not had any admirers since she started seeing her men, which was a relief since they were not worth her time. Tonight however she was surprised to see Baron Edgecroft waiting at the door, a solitary yellow tulip in hand. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was loneliness after so many nights of devoted attention but she approached the Baron and said hello.
“How are you this evening Baron?” she asked, plastering on a smile.
“Better now that I have spoken to you,” he said, holding forth the yellow tulip for her to take. She added it to her bouquet, the three colors of yellow, pink, and red not exactly contrasting but looking strange to her just the same.
Wishing to leave at once, a small feeling of dread appearing in her stomach, Anne stepped back from the Baron, but he only followed. “Would you like an escort home, Ms. Van Rae? Or should I call you Anne?”
“Ms. Van Rae is fine,” she said with a wane smile. “And I would enjoy the company, thank you,” she said, despite the growing dread.
They left together, Anne leading slightly as they turned toward her home. It was only a quarter hour’s walk, but it felt much longer. The walk was quiet while neither of them spoke. This was obviously because they had nothing in common. When they drew up in front of her apartment, she began to turn toward the Baron in order to bid him goodnight when he was suddenly upon her. A smooth, clearly hardly worked hand muffled her terrified scream. She immediately began fighting, blindly thrashing against the iron grip that held her as she was swept into a small side alley.
“Shut up.” The Baron said as he jerked her, and then shoved her hard against the wall. He never seemed like an overly large man, wearing overly bright clothing, and walking with his mahogany cane. Anne heard it fall to the ground. Now he was everywhere, overwhelming her with his presence seeming giant like in stature.
She barely caught herself in time from sprawling head first into the wall she had been shoved toward. She looked up in wide-eyed terror to see Edgecroft’s glassy eyes. Clearly, he was not in his right mind. A sickening knowing promptly spiraled down the pit of her stomach, paralyzing her. She knew what was coming; this walk had been a ruse.
“You want this,” Edgecroft slurred as he pressed her up against the alley wall harshly. Struggling for calm, Anne swallowed hard. She was shaking uncontrollably. Her chest heaved with fear. She tried to back away, sliding along the brick wall. He stopped her, bracing his manicured hand on the wall to block her path. With his other hand, he stroked her hair. He smiled.
She sobbed out loud.
“You are sharing yourself with two friends on a nightly basis. It would seem only fair that you would share yourself with me as well. Everything will be just fine, as long as you give me what I came for.”
“No,” she uttered.
“Whore, like you have a choice. What kind of slut gives herself to two men at once?” he cried out hoarsely, lowering his stinking mouth and trying to kiss her.
Wrenching her face away from him, she shrieked but he stifled the sound by slapping his hand once again over her mouth. She fought against his surprising strength, her mind refusing to accept that this was happening. That she was really being attacked in the worst way imaginable. Then his hand, curled around her throat and he ground himself against her, his breath growing raspy in her ear. She grimaced in terror and her stomach churned with nausea as tears welled in her eyes.
“Nice and easy now, be still,” he growled in a gravelly voice. “You know you want this. You practically asked for it.” He pinned her hands above her head.
The details of the next few minutes she would never recall fully. The dark world blurred and slowed and all she could hear was her loudly beating heart roaring in her ears. She sobbed and stared up toward the stars, the tiny pinpricks of light the only light in that dark alley. His thrusting pierced her wild, black hysteria as he pinned her against the cold, cutting brick. Tearing her clothing, grabbing, and hurting her. Then suddenly pain beyond any horror she could imagine, pain such as she had never known flashed before her stricken eyes, blinding her sharply like a knife in her belly. The baron thrust erratically before suddenly sagging against her, gasping, and his grip slackening. She fought her way free with a scream and ran towards home.
“You tell anyone and I’ll take it out on you worse than this,” he shouted, grabbing hold of her again and lifting his cane from the ground. He brought the cane down repeatedly, causing blood to cover her face and body. Suddenly he released her, walking away into the darkness without a care in the world. As if, he had not just ripped her apart from the inside out.
Blind with crying and the blood that trickled down her face, clothes torn, hair disheveled, she ran to her apartment using the street lamps to guide her. She ran up to her room, shut, and locked the door behind her, sagging against it. What was she to do? Where was she to turn? All she knew was that she could not stay here, so close to where she was attacked. She grabbed a bag and packed two outfits and a nightgown before walking out the door. She just needed a few days. A few days to heal and figure out what she was going to do next.
Chapter Six
She wandered the streets, blind with crying on the crowded street. She was not sure which square she had landed in, only that she was not sure where to go. She must have been mistaken in her wild, incoherent state for a drunken streetwalker because the next thing she knew she was in a bed. Apparently, an officer had escorted her to the Magdalen House. She barely remembered the women there who helped her. She only remembered spending three days sitting on a cot against a barren wall with her knees drawn up, and thinking repeatedly that she had no idea how to approach the Duke of Kelfield and Lord Ashford. She was truly a whore that was all she was good for now. Life as she had known it was over. She did not even want to sing anymore. Every time she tried she was hit with this overwhelming feeling of exposure. It was her life on the stage that did this to her, the stage which made her well known enough for this to happen. If she hadn’t been on stage, neither Baron Edgecroft, His Grace, or Ralph would have noticed her. She would have been lonely yes, but she would not have been hurt. Of course she missed His Grace and Ralph terribly, the sad fact was she wanted them back she just hoped they still wanted her. She would just wait a few days before she saw them, just until the small gashes and her face and arms to heal. If only her heart could heal that quickly.
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