by Hazel Parker
And then, Lord help me, Philip's lips were suddenly on Mark's, nearly knocking the fucking wind out of me, surprised as I was by the two men's apparently heretofore hidden bisexuality, and the sight of the two of them rolling their tongues into one another and their dribbling cocks jousting together entirely too much for me.
I stood back and watched the two of them ravish one another's naked bodies for some time, playing with my pregnant pussy to the sight all the while. And then, when the temptation became too strong for me to handle, I squatted down between the two men, my ass inches from the floor, and I seized hold of each wobbling penis as the two of them kissed up above. I began to masturbate the two of them simultaneously, my wrists stuttering along their engorged shafts and the sight of their bulging tips tapping up against one another almost entirely too beautiful.
Then, as jizz began to flow steadily from each man's tip, I leaned in, parting my jaws wide, and allowed my lips to dissolve around the shaft of Philip's engorged cock.
I took turns sucking each man off in tandem, deep-throating each immense shaft to the extent my neck would allow. Gouging my fucking windpipe with their monstrosities, and then switching to the opposite partner. Their penises became quickly coated with a thorough film of my saliva and the bile from my throat, and it didn't take long at all with my masturbatory efforts for the two of them to return their focuses rather promptly to yours truly.
Soon, Mark was sprawling his body out across the bed, and Philip was carefully laying my pregnant self out on top of him. Mark seized a hold of me, and began to kiss me passionately, my head spinning and my toes curling at the notion of what was going on down below. Philip was seizing a hold of Mark's erect penis, sliding and pumping the skin of his shaft in his grip, and then pulling it back, angling it just so, and pushing it into my body. I gasped as Mark's cock came grinding up, up, up, up into the deepest fathoms of my pussy, heat strobing through my anatomy and sweat beginning to pour along my overwhelmed body in torrents.
Then, once Mark was fully inserted, I was spared very little agony as Philip came clambering onto me shortly after, mounting me from behind, and adding his own cock to the collection now being pushed into my body. The long, curved blade of his shaft came sliding into my cunt atop Mark's the two of them vaginally double penetrating me, and stretching me out so fucking wide I could hardly stand it. Combined, the length and the girth of the two men's cocks were an absolute tour de force, and by the time Philip touched down inside of me, I felt as though I could scarcely breathe from the abundance of sensations.
The two men proceeded to tear into me, showing me very little mercy after having treated me with such excessive delicacy up to this point in time. I savored the sliding of their shafts up against one another through the hot pink medium of my cunt, the two of them grinding and thrusting and fucking me to a pulp. Slap after slap after slap of their pelvises up into me for minutes on end without pause, until after some ungodly period of time things were at last brought to fruition.
The two men crammed themselves into me at full blast, and began to ejaculate, pulse after pulse after pulse of their hot sticky sperm deluging my inner anatomy, coating every nook and every crevice, and setting me over the edge. The dual planting of their seed up into my pussy seemed as sure a sign as any of their willingness to share in the upcoming parenting responsibilities regardless of whom the real father happened to be, an as I shot through the heavens of orgasm, trembling from engorged tit to toe, I felt as safe and secure in these two men's arms as I could ever have imagined possible.
Compromise can be such a beautiful thing...
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THE END
The Maid Affair
Chapter 1
Life is a series of ups and downs, a cyclical process that we cannot escape. There are points in our lives where we find ourselves riding on cloud nine, where we feel like kings of the universe, and where we assume that nothing is capable of taking us down. Then, there are points where we hit rock bottom, where everything falls apart and it seems like nothing will ever be right again. Axel Brooks’ life was no exception.
His childhood was a traumatic one. He had grown up with an abusive father and an alcoholic mother, yet; he managed to motivate himself through school and get himself into a prestigious business university. In college, he experienced the four greatest years of his life. However, soon after college he found himself falling into a rut. For many years, he was unable to find himself a job and was very close to filing for bankruptcy.
Then suddenly, when he was 25 things picked up again when he launched into his business career. After that, he stayed on top for a long time. By the time he was in his mid-thirties, he had already made a name for himself in the world. Everyone knew about the great Brooks Empire. Everyone saw it growing exponentially year by year with the help of its CEO, Axel. It was amazing how he had started as a simple stock broker and was now the CEO of countless organizations, which brought him millions, sometimes even billions of dollars in revenue each year. He had even managed to get married and have kids. Everything about his late twenties and thirties seemed to be perfect.
Then, however, his 40th birthday came along and everything changed. Everything went downhill, fast. His beautiful wife, Gretchen, started to lose her luster around this time. Day by day she became unhappy, she gained weight, became distant and cold. Worst of all, she had lost her famous spark in the bedroom. She was no longer the sexy woman he had married, who would stay up all night fucking him. Now, all she wanted to do was go to sleep by nine o’clock. All he wanted to do was have some real sex, but all he could do was go into his study and jerk off while drowning in a bottle of whisky, trying to pretend that his marriage wasn’t falling apart.
For ten years, he tried to ignore what was happening. He tried to convince himself that it was nothing he couldn’t handle. He was a ruthless businessman who handled the stress of countless organizations each day, could he not handle some sexual frustration? He had tried everything, however, from strip clubs to toys, but they weren’t the same as actually pinning someone’s body to the bed and fucking their brains out. Axel longed for his younger, happier wife. Axel could feel himself rushing toward rock bottom.
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Today was Axel’s 50th birthday. His wife, surprisingly enough, had organized a party for him. Axel had almost smiled at the gesture, thinking she was trying to impress him. Hell, maybe he would get lucky tonight and they could turn their marriage around.
However, once the party started, he didn’t feel so confident. Even though the party was meant to celebrate him, when it was in full swing, he just felt like an outsider. It was his 50th birthday party, where he felt he should have been the center of attention, but he wasn’t. Instead, the younger entrepreneurs were stealing the spotlight, making him feel old. He missed his twenty-year-old days, where he could capture anyone’s attention with a simple glance, where he could fuck anyone he wanted, and where he could make a million dollars in one day with just his good looks alone. He missed those days like nothing else but knew, deep down, that he would never get them back, no matter how hard he tried.
Despite this, Axel tried to stay positive. Maybe tonight would be different. Maybe he would finally spend a night in his wedding bed. It was his big day, after all, and maybe Gretchen would want to give him a special kind of birthday present. Maybe she would wear nothing but a big pink bow on her head like she did for his 30th birthday. Axel smiled at the thought. Even though Gretchen was now 45, and her breasts weren’t as perky as they were twenty years ago and she didn’t have the animalistic lust she was famous for, sex was still sex. It would definitely be better than just jacking off in his study by himself that was for sure.
So when the party ended and everyone left, Axel eagerly made his way to the bedroom, hoping to find Gretchen waiting for him. He imagined her dressed in something provocative, in some sort of sexy position. Axel licked his lips in eagerness.
Axel opened up his bedroom door and found Gr
etchen. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the Gretchen from his fantasies. She wasn’t wearing lingerie but her stupid nightgown, a shapeless piece of fabric. Axel hated that damn nightgown. It transformed his once sexy wife into nothing more than a box of asexuality. He just wanted to rip it off her body, and maybe, tonight, he would. Axel smirked.
While smirking, he jumped onto the bed, crawling over to her, like he had done countless times before when they were younger. He had a sexy grin painted on his face before he quickly pounced on her. Quickly, he snatched the book she was reading out of her hands. She glared at him, unamused. If she had been Medusa, Axel would have turned to stone. He tossed the book away, smirking, oblivious to the death stare his wife was giving him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I was reading that.” Her voice was harsh as she got up, trying to retrieve the book. Axel took his chance, oblivious to her anger, and grabbed her, pinning her down to the bed, before kissing her hard. He smashed their lips together, trying his best to introduce his tongue into the equation, just like when they were younger.
He almost succeeded, but before he could sneak his tongue into her mouth, she managed to push him off of her, getting out of bed in a violent rage. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” She screamed at him. He looked at her, dumbfounded. It was his birthday. Was this too much to ask for?
“C’mon babe, it’s my birthday, can’t we just have a little bit of fun, you know, for old time’s sake? It’s been years since we’ve fucked properly!” He looked at her, his eyes pleading, trying to instill some sympathy in her. She just folded her arms over her chest, a habit that certainly accounted for the pre-mature sagging of her breasts. She glared at him, tapping her foot, exasperated as if asking for birthday sex was something out of this world.
“Get out,” She said coldly. Axel sighed. This had happened countless times before, why was he surprised? He could have argued with her but at this point he didn’t even care. He was exhausted. He got out of bed without a word before slamming the door behind him. Now, all he had to look forward to was a date with whiskey and his right hand. What a great birthday.
Chapter 2
Axel huffed his way back to his study, his safe haven. It was his birthday and here he was thrown out of his own bedroom. Sure, he could have slept in one of the guest rooms, but guest rooms don’t have bottles of booze waiting to lull him into a forgetful numbness. All he wanted to do now was forget all the sorrows his pathetic life had handed to him. Money doesn’t buy happiness. As cliché as that is.
Once in his study he slumped into the giant leather love seat waiting for him by the fireplace. He gazed into the ashes laying there. They were once a part of a roaring fire but now they were nothing but cold and meaningless. Axel chuckled a bit, thinking about how his life was nothing but ashes. He had once been a roaring fire, a businessman, feared by all, but now he was just some 50-year-old who couldn’t even have sex with his own wife.
He sighed loudly before pouring himself a drink. He looked into it, as if the honey colored liquor could tell him how to turn his life around, how to bring back the good times, and how to escape this miserable time he now lived in.
Axel’s head suddenly shot up as he heard a knock at the door. He had left the door open and standing there was Mia. What was she doing still awake?
Axel had two maids that worked for him: Mia and Mica. They were both impossibly beautiful women. They were both of Hispanic descent and were the epitome of sexy Latina women. Axel provided them with a fair wage as well as room and board at no charge. They were sisters, with Mica being about five years older than Mia. Mia was twenty and Mica was twenty-five, exactly half Axel’s age.
Axel stared at Mia now, his eyes slowly undressing her, layer by layer, until she was standing there completely naked at the doorway. His hand gently rubbed the front of his pants at the thought of Mia’s flawless cocoa skin displayed before him. What he wouldn’t do to be able to run his hands over her flawless body, to actually see it. Axel smiled a bit before the sexy fantasy vanished. He couldn’t have these thoughts, she was his maid, not a whore he could pay for service.
“Mia? Why are you still awake, is everything alright?” She smiled at him before her sister showed up in the doorway as well. The two women looked like angels, standing there, bathed in beauty. Axel wished, more than anything, to take the two women to bed, to ravish them, to make them scream his name.
Mia didn’t answer him. Instead, the two women started to approach him, entering the study. Mica closed the door behind her, locking it shut. They both had mischievous grins painted on their faces as they got closer to their boss. Axel noticed the grins and wondered what they were up to. He also noticed that they were wearing nothing but semi-transparent nightgowns, the kind he liked, the kind that was loose but form fitting. Sexy.
He watched them as they sat on the left and right of him, one on each arm rest. He looked back and forth between them, still wondering what they were up to. They stayed silent, still grinning. Axel looked at them once more before looking at the whiskey in his hand. How much had he had to drink? Was this all just some sort of dream?
Mica’s grin turned into a smirk before she said, “Why are you all alone on your birthday, Mr. Brooks? Is something the matter?”
“Yeah, why are you all cooped up here by yourself?” Mia chimed in.
Axel sighed loudly. They were right. It was his birthday. He should be enjoying himself, not moping in his study. He was a pathetic old man, and he hated it. He looked down at his alcohol, not knowing what to tell the two girls. Could he tell them the truth? What did he have to lose?
“Well… Gretchen kicked me out of the bedroom. She wasn’t in the mood, so here I am.”
Mia pouted at him, “Aww, that’s no fun, Mr. Brooks! Hey, I know! Maybe you could have some fun with us!” Mia flashed a sexy smile, as her slender fingertips caressed his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. Before he knew what was going on, she had leaned down and kissed him, hard, her tongue already skillfully inside his mouth.
She could taste the booze on his lips and smiled into the kiss, her hands pulling his face closer. She could feel his stubble against her palms and giggled at the feeling. Her thumbs gently caressed his cheeks, making Axel melt into the unexpected surprise.
Axel then felt his drink being taken from him. He pulled away from the kiss to find Mica taking a swig of his whiskey, downing the entire drink in one go. She put down the cup, the ice tinkling within the glass.
After her shot, she moved onto Axel’s lap, smirking as she wrapped her arms around him. Axel didn’t know what was going on, but he wasn’t about to fight it. There were two beautiful women all over him, there was no way in hell he was about to miss out on this chance. He was in heaven after all.
Axel looked up at Mica now, wondering if she would be as willing as Mia. To his joy, she answered his question by pressing her lips against his, kissing him hard before pulling away much too quickly.
She looked at him with a smirk before turning around and pointing to her sister. To Axel’s surprise, Mia had gotten up and was now standing in front of the fireplace. He watched as she started to take off her nightgown. He bit his lip, wondering if this was real. Was a sexy twenty-year-old really about to undress in front of him?
Axel groaned in pleasure when Mia finally shrugged off her nightgown. He looked her over as she stood there with nothing on but a pair of baby blue lace panties. His eyes fixated on her perky breasts. He couldn’t keep his eyes off them. He licked his lips. Axel wanted nothing more than to get up from his chair and wrap his lips around those perfect little nubs.
He was about to do just that when Mica grabbed his attention. She was still on his lap and he watched as she too pulled off her nightgown, exposing her chest to him. Her chest was even bigger than her sisters and Axel licked his lips in delight. He couldn’t help himself as he suddenly leaned forward and took one of her tits into his mouth. He sucked it greedily as his tongue wrapped aroun
d her nipple, teasing it. He smirked at the sound of her moan.
He hadn’t done anything like this for a long time and his dick was beyond the point of excitement. He could feel the fire burning in his pants now. He needed to free his member from its cage. Quickly, he started to fumble with his belt. Mica noticed and started to help him as if she was just as eager to see his dick.
Axel couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t sit down. If he was going to enjoy this moment, he would do it right. He got up, suddenly, wrapping Mica’s long legs around his waist. He might have been 50, but he was still in tremendous shape and picking up the lightweight Latina was child’s play for him.
He gripped her firm ass before smirking. “Mmm, I didn’t know my maids were so naughty… I love it. But I think I would love it more if you weren’t wearing those panties. They are cute, but they would be cuter on the floor.” Without hesitation, he ripped off Mica’s panties. She let out a sexy yelp into his ear which only fueled the lustful fire burning within him. He grinned ear to ear, adjusting her on his waist.
Once he had a good grip on her, he took one of her juicy breasts into his mouth, loving the taste of her. She had the softest tits he had ever felt. As he sucked, eagerly, he wondered where Mia was. He didn’t have to wonder for very long, however, because he suddenly felt someone tugging on his pants. He looked down to see Mia on her knees, taking off his pants.
