Heat: Curvy First Times (Three on One BDSM Book 1)

by Q. Zayne

  “I’ve got another treatment for her right now. Flip over Brie, and rest your head over the edge of the table.” The older shrink took me by my hair.

  “Yes, Dr. Wright.” I obeyed as quickly as I could, considering I could barely move and felt turned inside out.

  I marveled at his cock’s bulbous purple head, and its wide base surrounded by silver pubes, but I didn’t have time to savor the sight.

  He pressed below my jaw on each side and my mouth popped open. He crowed with pleasure and pushed his cock inside.

  I got the distinct impression he liked the feeling of doing it without my cooperation. I pretended more reluctance than I felt.

  He responded with fervor, holding my head, adjusting me so my mouth and throat made a straight line with my spine and cramming his entire cock into my face and down my throat with one hard shove.

  I choked and gagged, but there was nothing I could do. He mauled my breasts and dug his nails into my nipples. Perversely, it felt amazing. I was so turned on, these studs could do damned near anything to me. Filthy thoughts played through me of all the nasty things I’d let them do. Sorry, Lorenzo, but I thought this was all nasty as hell, a freaking shrink older than my dad was skull fucking me!

  He did it good. Controlling my head and using my mouth like a pussy to get off. My choking and turning colors were beside the point, he was out for one thing, to take a good hard ride on my face. My arms and legs flailed. I lay there and took it. He slapped my breasts. One at a time, then both together, becoming more and more enthusiastic as he drilled my face.

  “Good fuck hole. You know what you’re for. Just take it, girl. Take my cock all the way through your body. Imagine it reaming you all the way. All the way, girl. I’m ramming this cock all the way through you. Take it, take it all.” His balls slapped my chin in rhythm. I breathed the distinguished man’s musk as he reduced me to a fuck toy.

  Lorenzo got between my legs and drove his cock back into my pussy. He pushed my knees into my breasts, making my pussy even tighter and less deep. He punched into me. He didn’t have to tell me this fuck was for him, too. He let loose, giving my recently virgin pussy a punishing punch fuck, pulling all the way out and ramming back in full depth on each thrust. I’d read about it, but had no idea how intense a punch fuck was. I howled. I burned inside. The force shook me from my teeth to my toes. My clit stuck out eager for more. Damn him, damn them, they made me love being treated like nothing but fuck holes.

  “I need in on this. Lift her up.”

  Oh, oh, he couldn’t.

  Dr. Wright and Lorenzo pulled out. They raised me above the exam table and Keene got on it on his back. They lowered me onto his lubed cock, making me scream as it stretched my sore butt ring. Damn, oh damn.

  I didn’t think he could do it, but Lorenzo stuffed his cock back in my pussy, making me stretch to fit both of their over-sized cocks. Dr. Wright tilted my chin back and resumed his deep face fuck, thrusting like he was trying to shove it all the way through me.

  I surrendered. There was no me. Just cock sockets, the way the men liked. I jerked on them, my body shaking, my throat, pussy and ass taken with pulsing ripples squeezing the cocks inside me and working them good, in pleasurable rhythms I couldn’t control. Lorenzo grabbed my throat and squeezed.

  “Give it up, Brie, give me everything.”

  Colors swirled. My vision went black. My toes curled. My throat choked on doctor Wright as he pumped his hips against my swollen mouth and shot his load down my throat. Dr. Keene held my hips with bruising strength, grinding all the way up my ass with his huge black cock. Lorenzo released his grip, giving me colors and breath. He sank his teeth into my nipple and unloaded in my pussy.

  I let go. Returning oxygen took me high, and Lorenzo’s teeth and sperm released me. I cried out as I came, everything in me letting go and coming home.

  “Wonderful, Brie. I’m so glad you decided to help us. How do you feel? Do you think you’ll be up to continuing the experiments tomorrow?”

  “Oh, Yes, Lorenzo. Please. I want to help with all your research and take all the treatments you want to give me.”

  “Excellent.” He kissed me like we had all the time in the world.

  “Why don’t you spend the night with me, so we can continue first thing in the morning? I know I’m going to be raring to give you another treatment as soon as I wake up.”

  The other shrinks nodded in agreement. I rested content in Lorenzo’s arms, his potent sperm deep inside of me. As much as he shook me up with his nasty questions, I’m glad I agreed to the experiments.

  “You’re phenomenal, Brie. So responsive.” Dr. Wright smoothed my hair.

  “So good, so full of delicious desire. Thank you, Brie, for your delicious participation in our treatment.” Dr. Keene rubbed my ass with appreciation.

  “Did you measure my desire?” I searched Lorenzo’s eyes.

  “I felt you beyond anything an instrument could record, and I will remember it always.” Lorenzo pressed his lips to mine.

  The study didn’t seem as scientific as I expected. With Lorenzo’s arms around me, and basking in the approval of all the doctors, I let go of my questions. I was helping them with their research, that was what mattered.

  The three of them hugged me. I tingled all over. I wanted more treatments from the trio of hot shrinks.

  The End

  Mechanics

  Lin Gets a Surprise Lube Job

  by Q. Zayne

  Going in for Repairs

  I HATED TAKING my car to the shop.

  Living in a nowhere town, I was lost without wheels. And I was a Californian. We’re bonded to our cars.

  As I drove into the garage, I got a chill at how fast the big place cut out the light and heat of the day. I climbed out of my coupe and shivered in my sun dress. Despite the bay door being up, the place felt refrigerated, like no heat at all could get through that old cement structure.

  One of the guys grinned and patted a huge pillar that could have served in an ancient ruin.

  “Used to be an ice house. They built things right in the old days. Coolest place in the county, no air conditioning required.”

  I smiled at him. He had a great grin and sun-streaked brown hair that fell in a lick over his forehead. He seemed so, uncomplicated. His sun-kissed buff body magnetized my gaze. I could see his flat nipple the color of an old penny. A few chest curls showed above his half-hanging overall’s bib. He looked as though he’d been sculpted from clay by someone lecherous. There was a sensuousness to his defined muscles, his smooth skin that made me think of warm caramel dripping off a spoon and Michelangelo’s David shining in the sun. Only this David was hung.

  I threw back my hair. I kept thinking of getting it cut off blunt, but instead it hung to my ass in a tapered point the shape of a sting ray. Only black. I watched him stare at me.

  “I’m Lin. I have an appointment.” I gestured at the car. “It’s running rough.”

  “I’ll see what I can do about that. I enjoy getting a car purring again. You’re welcome to make yourself comfortable. This probably won’t take me long. We have coffee and donuts.” He nodded behind me at a surprisingly clean counter and big armchairs. A pile of magazines looked inviting. I rarely got a chance to handle paper reading material anymore.

  “Thank you.”

  “Oh, I’m Jud.”

  “Hi, Jud.” I couldn’t help it. My eyes gave him the kind of slow up and down caress he kept giving me. Yeah, the man was fine. His eyes were an unusual gold, like a lion’s mane. They went with the streaks in his hair and his buttery caramel skin.

  He stalked to my car, moving as fluidly as a giant cat. Damn.

  I worked in an office an hour away in the nearest excuse for a city. It was a temp gig, and every day I considered quitting. The car’s indigestion spared me a day of numbing boredom. The straight men walked like they had plunger handles up their asses. Handy for them, given that they were all full of shit. I liked going out with B
rian, the one gay guy, and Esmeralda, an older woman with bouffant hair and a great laugh. We roasted the place at lunch and over a drink after work.

  I poured a cup of the coffee. It smelled better than I expected, and the mugs were clean. I sat on one of the big armchairs and grabbed the first magazine. One of the rags about celebrities. I wasn’t that desperate for something to read. National Geographic, more like it. The next magazine stopped my happy foraging. Oh, wow.

  I glanced at Jud, but he had the hood up and seemed to be paying me no attention. I slipped the third magazine into the big celebrity one and opened them together on my lap so I could hide the nasty one. It was a dirty magazine. A super dirty one. Three big studs on one girl. As I flipped the pages, the action progressed from them undressing her, to licking her, to her sucking one of them, and then—oh. All of them in her at once. I saw a porno like that once. The girl acted like it was nothing. I guessed those actresses got pretty stretched out. I’d be challenged by one porn star cock. I couldn’t imagine taking two or three cocks at once. Well, I could imagine it, but I didn’t think I could do it.

  I pored over the magazine, examining each picture, the angles of entry, the holes stretched around the mammoth erections, her facial expressions. Unlike the porno actress, this girl looked like she felt those cocks. Maybe she was new to the business, and getting stuffed by three cocks, one so far in her mouth her drool ran down her chin, was still novel for her.

  I squirmed on the chair. In the last shot, they all creamed on her. She looked happy. Was it propaganda, or did she feel as good and fulfilled as she looked? It had been a while since I’d had one man. Speculating about three could put me into overload. I suspected my panties were in danger all ready. I didn’t look away from the magazine.

  A shadow fell over me. I looked up at a Black man so tall I wondered if he played basketball.

  “Oh hey, that’s a great issue. Check this one out.” He dug through the pile and handed me another dirty magazine.

  I was too shocked to do anything but accept it. Well, I’d just been caught looking at dirty pictures and the world hadn’t come to an end.

  The man’s grin was so forthright, and he was so handsome, I just went ahead and looked at the magazine as though I looked at hardcore fuck pictures with strange men every day. He must work here. He’d gone right for the magazine he wanted out of the entire pile of them.

  I let out my breath real slow. Like maybe if I didn’t move, the rattlesnake wouldn’t either. The woman in this magazine was sucking the biggest, blackest cock I’d ever seen. I almost gagged in sympathy. The big hand on the back of her head made sure she swallowed it. In the next shot his kinky pubes rested on her lips. That was hot.

  I turned the page. Two more black men joined in, squeezing her pale breasts, spreading her pussy, rubbing their huge erections on her belly and ass. Oh, no. Oh, yes. The three of them gave her the full treatment. Every inch of the three massive cocks penetrated her all the way. In one shot, she hung suspended in the air like a carcass on a spit. It was shocking, disturbing. They turned her on her back on a bed and continued, the three muscular Black men making the busty blonde look petite. One was under her, skewering her ass, one between her creamy thighs filling her pussy, and the third tilted her head back and fed her his thick cock, stretching her jaw wide open.

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah.” His dark eyes glowed. “Enjoy that. I’ll give Jud a hand with your car. I’m Ty.”

  “Hi, Ty. I’m Lin. Nice to meet you.” It felt surreal to go through the pleasantries as though my pussy wasn’t feeling phantom cock jabs.

  Did men get sensations like that? Maybe pussy-squeezing feelings? I got these intense stabs real deep, maybe a memory of a hard, deep fuck. It was crazy, so intense. Ty’s rear view didn’t ease the intense sensations rushing through me. That man was fine. Worn jeans rode so low on his hips I could see his crack and the tops of his firm ass cheeks.

  Jud still had his face under my hood. I blushed anyway, maybe a delayed reaction to Ty offering me his favorite magazine. Damn, that was something. Every scene had great close-up shots of her mouth, ass and pussy stretched by black cock. I took my time with it. It wasn’t as though I could get more busted than I already was.

  I liked the shot of her with the pools of cream and the spent cocks resting on her face and body. So hot. They got her good. Her smile looked real, and she looked wiped out. She looked like she just had a baby. I guessed having three huge cocks go in and then slide back out might be kind of like giving birth, only from three holes at once. Wow, that was extreme.

  I checked the before and after shots. I felt those intense jabs up my pussy. The difference in the woman was unmistakable. She looked relaxed and happy, blissed out, in the last picture. Those three huge cocks did her good. Maybe she’d needed to get fucked. Maybe it wasn’t just for the money, but she really got off on letting men use her. It was exciting to imagine bringing pleasure to three men at once. I couldn’t help wanting to try it.

  A door in the corner opened and a broad-shouldered man strode into the garage. He looked at me and nodded. He was older than the other two, with streaks of silver in his black hair and mustache.

  “Hello.” He nodded, checking me out as he walked by.

  “Hello,” I blushed. I had a thing for older guys.

  “Welcome home. I noticed you when you moved to town. I’ve been hoping you’d come in. I’m Blake. This is my shop.” He returned to me and offered his hand. His hand was so big, it swallowed mine.

  He was even more burly than Jud, and the tats running from his wrists to his shoulders made him look like he’d done time. The ultimate bad boy, a mechanic who refined his skills in the pen. One thing about cons, I could never help but wonder what they were in for. We had a jailbird in the family, my step-uncle Rock. Made me excited out of my mind every time he came for the holidays. I always thought about what those big-knuckled, thick-fingered hands could do to me. Kept my distance, though. I’d always been a good girl. Wouldn’t do to play around with someone so close. But the third mechanic, he was about step-uncle Rock’s age and the same big, muscular build. He gave me tingles like my pussy couldn’t help anticipating him doing terrible, dirty things.

  I shook myself. What was wrong with me? I didn’t usually go crazy over strange men. I didn’t really think I had anything to worry about from three mechanics in my small town. These guys lived here and worked here. Nothing bad was going to happen to me.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

  Jud turned on a bright work light. It cast highlights and shadows over their bodies. The older guy had the kind of chest that looked like big handholds. He had a sweet treasure trail down the waist of his low-riding jeans. He leaned over to look at my engine and I checked out the view of his firm ass. This was not fair. Too much masculine eye candy in one place. I wasn’t used to seeing even one guy that rated above a three on the masculinity meter. Now I was alone with three tens.

  It didn’t seem to matter that I couldn’t stop staring. They were all focused on my engine.

  Ty got into the driver’s seat. I got chills seeing the big guy in my car. It felt so intimate. And it gave me a clearer impression of how huge he was.

  I leaned back in the shadows, my nipples hard, my pussy creaming.

  My X-rated daydreams took me over, starring the three mechanics. Time raced. Being in that garage with the sounds of tools, the muscled bodies working, the smell of men and oil surrounding me—I felt like I was on a ship away from all the cares of my life. I wanted to stay for hours.

  Blake sauntered over. My breath caught. His body loomed at me, back lit by the powerful work light.

  “Nothing to worry about. The guys are getting your car ready to run smoothly again.” He gave me a crooked grin and ran his hand back through his hair.

  “Thanks. I appreciate it. It freaks me out when it starts running rough. I’m not used to living in such an isolated place. I’d hate to have the car break down and stra
nd me.”

  “Yeah. We can’t have that happen. Just relax and leave the maintenance to us. We’re happy to take care of you.”

  “That’s great.” I meant it. I was happy to give over my car worries.

  “You’re sure an improvement in the view in here.” He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “No offense to these guys, but I’ll take a pretty woman to look at over them any day. Any chance you could use a job?” Blake scanned me with his brows raised.

  I nodded, too stunned to speak. I’d save two hours a day if I didn’t have to drive to the sucky temp job in the city. Plus I’d save gas, which seemed to get more expensive every month, and I’d save wear and tear on the car. I bet I could get an employee discount on all the maintenance and repair stuff.

  “Um, job doing what?”

  A big smile made him even more handsome. He had those sexy squint lines around his eyes and the silver in his jaw stubble sparkled. He licked his lips.

  “I could use someone to help out here. I’m pretty old-fashioned though, if you can stand that. I don’t mean any disrespect by it, but some women get upset by what a man wants.” He shrugged, gave me slow, hot smile. “You’re not seeing anyone are you?”

  I shook my head, surprised. I didn’t think employers were supposed to ask personal things like that. My last boyfriend was such a dud, I stopped dating months back. He posted private pictures all over the Internet when I broke up with him. I was in no rush to be with another guy. My gaze brushed over Blake from his thick, silver-shot black hair, down his colorfully-inked bulging arms, defined torso, and excited-looking happy place. A mature man might be different.

  Trying to act nonchalant, I grabbed the coffee cup.

  “I would just want you to make the coffee, go out for the donuts, pick up our lunches, do the cleaning, run the register, and suck my cock. And get Jud and Ty off, too. They’re at their best when they can concentrate on their work. At their ages, they think about sex even more than I do, which is a hell of a lot.”