I came, hard, in his face, shaking and stuttering, and almost the minute I came down from that splendid high, I pushed him onto the bed in the spot where I'd just laid, cock upward. I reached into my purse, where I had with me some accessories- don't ask me why, I just did. Namely, a pair of handcuffs, with which I affixed my new young lover to the bedposts, and a fresh, brand-spanking new, veiny black dildo... His eyes went wide at this one, and I thought I witnessed him growing just a little bit harder at the sight of it.
He allowed me to insert it into him, despite groaning with difficulty as I did so, sliding the lubed thing up between his cheeks until it was fully buried. Then I climbed up on top of him, mounting him, and riding him, writhing my body back and forth on top of him with my hands on my jiggling breasts, slapping my cunt up against his cock with such devastating fury that it made my damn head spin.
I was dominating him, just as Harry had shown me how to dominate before, and I was riding that lucky young stud's cock like a motherfucking cowgirl...
He started to shake, and he started to cum, and I started to cum, and the two of us seemed to burst with pleasure, gasping and wheezing for several long minutes after those initial waves had subsided, and then smiling at one another, when at last we lay there sweaty and entwined on the hotel bed.
This, we knew, had been the start of something very, very wonderful...
And for the longest time it was wonderful. And I mean really, it still continued to be so. But it had been, I don't know... A hell of a lot simpler for the first several months- recently, a complication had arisen on my part, and that complication, predictably enough, came from a recurring figure in my past.
Mr. Johnson had renewed his interest in me, and at his invitation, I realized, perhaps my interest in him had never really went away to begin with- all the two of us had needed was some time apart.
And so, there I was. For the first time in my life, I was a two-timer, working double sexual duty, with two different men- my superior, and my subordinate.
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And so, here I was. Presently sandwiched inbetween the two men in what might have been the most awkward situation of my life, with neither of them aware of the other's romantic presence in my life as far as I knew, and both of them, I knew, thinking that they alone had access to my splendid pussy.
The elevator, at this point, had been out of commission for a good hour or so, and apparently, since the electricity had been knocked out, the intercom system was completely broke as well.
“Surely they'll be having someone fix this, won't they? Any minute now,” said Mark, optimistically, maybe, I don't know... Forty-five minutes ago or so? And then again fifteen minutes later, and again fifteen minutes after that, and then now...
Mr. Johnson, by contrast, had remained all but stone silent the entire time, not having all that much to say, it seemed, but seeming to look at Mark and I in a certain way that made me uncomfortable- yet which, I can't deny, did arouse me in the slightest bit, for a reason I couldn't exactly place my finger on.
God, was it stifling hot in here... The men had removed their suit jackets, and I was routinely dabbing sweat from my forehead. I think I was the one most affected by the sweltering heat given my present state of anxiety, and no matter how hard I tried to calm down, I couldn't help but envision the situation getting a hell of a lot worse before it came anywhere near close to improving.
But then, Lord help me, something very, very unexpected happened.
I started, recoiled, nearly slammed back against the wall at the sudden, unexpected feeling of Harry's touch, reaching gently over, dabbing a droplet of sweat from my forehead on my behalf- a gesture most intimate, unmistakably so. And as I might have guessed, it spurred Mark's attention immediately, his head jerking over protectively toward me. I could tell, by the way his lip was shaking uncertainly, that he wanted to say something, but that he didn't want to give away the connection he and I shared. I guess he thought it could get us in trouble, for whatever reason...
Mr. Johnson, seeing his reaction, smiled at Mark, and then looked down at his finger, rubbing the bead of sweat in his grip until it dissipated. I waited with held breath, not having a damn clue what was about to unfold, and my nerves shot to hell when suddenly Mr. Johnson spoke up, addressing Mark.
“So, Mark... Just to pass the time while we're waiting- I have a question for you.”
Mark looked dumbly at him, clearly not having expected to be addressed, and he turned to me, as though requesting my permission to respond- of course, I had no say in this, and he realized this quickly enough, turning back to Mr. Johnson, and swallowing hard.
“Yes sir?”
“Please,” said Mr. Johnson, smiling wickedly “Call me Harry... I was just wondering... It's none of my business, really... But how are you liking Emily's vagina?”
My eyes suddenly went wide. My ears rang. I tensed up, unable to move.
I surely couldn't be hearing this correctly... How- how the hell- he couldn't possibly have known... Could he? But apparently...
“Sir?” said Mark, clearly as confused as I was, not to mention uncomfortable.
“Her pussy,” repeated Harry, as though this was the most casual topic of conversation in the world. “You're nailing her, aren't you? I'm asking you, what is your opinion of her vagina?”
I blushed, beet red, ears ringing, feeling as though the end of the world was nigh, yet unable to do a damn thing in the way of stopping it from all falling apart before my eyes.
Mark, too, seemed flabbergasted, not knowing what to do, how the hell to react to this- of course, he had to react... He feared for his job, and he knew that Harry had absolute power over him- could practically nod his head and have him executed, were that his desire.
He swallowed deep, so hard that it must have been painful, I knew. But at last he managed to muster up an answer, very awkwardly, like he was responding to a simple interview question, “Well, um... It's very tight, pink, warm... I enjoy it very much...”
Harry simply nodded at this. “Yes... Yes, that's my opinion of it as well...” And at this, Mark looked up, wide-eyed, ears even redder than mine. “What?” said Harry, as though it was surprising to him that Mark didn't know he was sleeping with me. “Oh, God... You weren't aware? Emily and I- we have sex as well...”
Mark twisted his head toward me, astonished, not knowing what to do.
And, to make the situation even more bizarre, from that point onward, nothing more was said for some time. A thick, stifling silence threatened to drown the three of us, or at least Mark and I, as we struggled to figure out what sort of shape our lives would be in by the time the elevator doors slid back open again.
But then, as mercilessly as he'd sent things crashing down, Harry mercifully intervened, putting an entirely unexpected spin on this inherently unexpected situation. “I'm not mad, you two... I'm really not... I didn't know, exactly, how to broach the subject with you- I just felt as though I had to, to clear the air... And... Mark... I hope that you aren't angry, either... With either of us...” He patted Mark on the shoulder, just like you would expect a supportive employer to do to an employee, although of course the situation in which we found ourselves was far, far from an expected one.
Mark thought for a minute, and though he could have been lying, I thought he sounded sincere, when he said feebly, “No... No, I'm not mad...”
“That's good,” said Harry, his hand still on Mark's shoulder. “Because, you know... I can really understand what Emily here sees in you... You really show promise, I think...”
At this, Mark seemed surprised once more- but hopeful this time. He lifted his eyes up to Mr. Johnson, listening intently, and I, too, found myself more anxiously on edge than I might have expected.
“Really, sir?” Mark asked, sweating harder than ever, but waiting, waiting.
Harry, strangely, took Mark's chin in his hand, a bizarrely tender gesture, as he nodded his head. “Yes... In fact, I think that, maybe, we've been loo
king at the situation we're in all wrong... All three of us... Three individuals such as ourselves, each acting out of self-interest... Just think what could happen, if we decided to lower our guard- to pool our collective resources...”
And then he leaned in, and Mr. Johnson kissed Mark.
Holy hell...
Mark, for a fraction of a second, seemed uncertain, but then his body relaxed, and he pushed himself forward into Harry's warm front, sincerely getting into what it was they were doing, and I could see their tongues pushing through the walls of one another's cheeks as they did so.
I practically had to pick up my jaw from the floor of the damn elevator by the time the two new lovebirds had pulled apart. I had long been aware of a tendency toward bisexuality in Mark. I'd suspected it, ever since that first time, back when I'd shoved the dildo up his butthole, and we'd since incorporated prostate play, pegging, and what have you into our sexual escapades.
But Mr. Johnson, Harry, well- this was entirely news to me.
But now they were turning to me, and Mr. Johnson was beckoning for me to join them, participating in the fun, as it were- and how the hell could I even think about turning them down at this point?
And so, there the three of us were, trapped in an elevator, making out like fucking teenagers, and having the time of our goddamn lives. This was not at all the direction I had anticipated my day taking, and it seemed like a dream, entirely too amazing to be fully true...
Harry's lips were on mine, sucking, slurping, rolling through me, and then my lips were on Mark's. Their tastes, so similar, yet so distinct, their flavors so specific to them, and their combination, as occasionally the two of them would lean in to kiss me simultaneously, a cocktail that I couldn't even begin to describe. Finally, Mark's lips would be on Harry's, the two of them kissing, swapping spit, and their boners pressing up against one another through the fronts of their dress pants, succeeding in making me very, very wet, unspeakably hot and bothered, nearby.
Soon, the three of us were falling out of our clothes, article after article after article. I made the men undress first, stripping seductively down to their birthday suits before my oh so happy eyes. I requested that Mark keep his tie on and nothing else, just because it turned me on, and with me being his superior, he had no choice but to oblige me...
Then, once the two of them were naked, and I'd adequately compared their sexy nudity, the length of their wangs (Harry had more girth, Mark just a fraction of an inch or so more in distance,) I allowed them to undress me as well. They slid me out of my clothes, their hands sweeping over my anatomy as they did so, clutching my breasts, squeezing my ass, my blouse, my skirt, my bra, my panties, all falling to the floor of the elevator, and my high heels the only things I kept on, adding to the eroticism of the situation even further.
We reconvened in our sexy little circle, continuing to kiss for some time, making out passionately, until I realized that, as shockingly as ever, the two men were as enamored with one another as they were with me. I slipped discreetly out of the way so that they could kiss without obstruction, bodies pressed together, dicks crossed and grinding against one another's stomachs as they pulled tightly, tightly, tightly together....
As the two of them kissed, I proceeded to stoop between them onto my knees, seizing a hold of each man's penis in my fingers, and working them up vigorously. I slipped my lips around each man, and I began to suck, a double headed blowjob, slurping from cock to cock and back again as they continued to ravish one another up above, their shafts beginning to drip with my saliva as I struggled not to overwhelm myself, but at last I had to pull away, taking a breather.
It seemed as though the two men needed just such a break themselves, then, popping their mouths part in desperation, peering furiously into one another's eyes- but apparently, something far dirtier than a breather was presently flitting through their minds in that moment...
I watched, confused for a minute, as Harry reached down into the pocket of his shed dress pants, fishing for something- a condom, I suddenly realized, and I found myself leaning in, awash with anticipation. This was going to be one hell of a show, nothing I might ever have imagined being a reality.
Harry bent Mark over at the waist, lowering him to his hands and knees, then he hoisted his leg around his left side, his cock slapping against Mark's spine as it slowly bounced to a halt. Harry unrolled the condom along the long, veiny course of his shaft, then slowly brought his pelvis back.
Mark cringed, and then moaned with pleasure as my boss swept his immensity inside him, plugging up that tight ass of his with every splendid inch of his hard cock. Onward, onward, onward, onward he plunged, until at last he touched down inside him, and mark and I both let out a tremendous sigh of relief.
Maybe it was a very, very good thing that the power was out, so that the security camera wasn't able to witness all that was unfolding so unexpectedly during the elevator's shutdown...
I reached desperately between my legs, and began to rub my pussy with a fury that was almost violent, masturbating myself to the splendid sight as my dom proceeded to fuck my sub up his tight butthole, heaving his entire weight into Mark as he pounded that ass with a tremendous enthusiasm, pushing, hurling, thumping, fucking, Mark roaring wildly all the while, a smile spread wide across his lips, and the sweat continuing to roll in torrents along his skin.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” And, WHAM!
Harry heaved his way up inside him one final time, and held himself there, his entire weight pressed up against the lucky bastard, his arm around him as he braced himself, and the two of them shivering, until prostate orgasm struck Mark, and he proceeded to ejaculate across the metal floor of the elevator- TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP...
Lord, God almighty, what a sight... And they hadn't even gotten around to me yet...
Of course, though, we had plenty of time to kill, and given the almost absurd eroticism of the situation, I felt confident in my ability to get the two men hard in short enough order after they'd just finished draining their loads.
Harry pulled out of Mark, and Mark pulled out of the condom, and all three of us wrapped once more into a sticky, sweaty heap, a tangle of limbs kissing, licking, slurping, the horniness level of the room once again coming to ahead, and the subject of the lovemaking entirely me this time, as they squeezed my tits, and rubbed my pussy, and slid their hands all over every splendid, dripping inch of me.
The next thing I knew, I was draped over Mark's body like a blanket, dry humping him, kissing him madly, my head light with the strangeness of this all, and him, I could tell, hard as steel once again with the prospect of being inside me as I kissed him. I could feel Harry, reaching toward the two of us, and seizing a hold of Mark's penis, bringing its tip to the opening of my pussy, and pushing him inside. I groaned, and whimpered in a manner most feminine, as I felt the immense blade of his shaft curl up into the tight nook of my cunt, slid into my deepest, wettest fathoms, and touching down at last.
He was beneath me, as was his place, and I was dominating him, grinding, thrusting on top of him, getting him nice and settled into place inside my body...
And then, of course, it was time for the kicker. I braced myself, ceasing my thrusting, as I felt Mr. Johnson mounting me from the top, dominating me, in turn, and pushing open my body, penetrating me from the top, and treating me, in turn, to my first ever double penetration. The sensation of the two men's cocks grinding up against one another, their shafts rubbing turned me on like hell, and when at last Harry touched down inside me, his legs wrapped around me, and the lips of my cunt stretched out to their maximum capacity, I let out a tremendous, wide-eyed gasp of pleasure.
Lord help me, the two men began to push, to hump, to thrust, to fuck me wildly, and I realized the extent to which I'd become oh so thoroughly overloaded. And Jesus, did I love it... Mark, understandably, was limited in his movements, given the weight pressing down upon him, the pressure, yet he still managed to get in his fair share of good, hard stabs. Harry, by c
ontrast, was the one to get in the most lethal damage, pounding me vigorously, smashing that pussy like there was no tomorrow, overwhelming both Mark and I, causing me to moan, to cry, to shout out in ecstasy, as with a last few vicious thrusts, the two of them made their last efforts at pummeling, and pushed themselves firmly into place.
Both of them, almost at once, began to ejaculate inside me, pulse after pulse of their sperm drenching my insides in such abundance that it came dripping out of my body. I loved the feeling of them coating one another in their respective fluids, and the sensations swelled to a maximum, so that orgasm burst through my body uncontrollably, causing my spine to arch, my eyes to widen, and every tender bit of my anatomy to shake, to rattle, to become so overloaded with sensation that I couldn't fucking take it.
And as the last few pangs of ecstasy came shivering through my anatomy, the lights suddenly flashed on in the elevator, the floor began to move, and we all went wide-eyed, laughing at our predicament, but then the three of us swiftly extricating ourselves form one another, realizing there would be consequences if we ended up caught, and scrambling to dress, clean up, and make it seem as though nothing at all had happened over the course of our imprisonment.
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