by Mia Mills
He looks at me, his gaze smoldering. “Spread your legs out more. For me.”
I bite my lip, although I’m tempted to tease him further, I decide against it and spread my legs out until I feel the cold air on my exposed pussy.
He slowly parts the lips of my pussy as he sees my hidden patch of petunias. Cole just continues to play with my nipples, alternately sucking between the two breasts. Inside me, it’s no longer just desire, it’s something that’s waiting to pounce on all forms of sexual pleasure.
It’s like I’ve been fed aphrodisiacs all my life and this is the moment that the effects finally show.
Every ticklish and tingling sensation I feel on my body runs through my veins like I’m high on caffeine. Suddenly, I feel an explosive concoction of tingling sensations between my legs rushing towards my head. When I look down, I see that Evan is licking my pussy. All I can do is rest my head back and let the pleasure take over me.
Evan sucks my cherry slowly and licks off my nectar. As he alternates in that action, he wets one of his fingers with my own juices and slowly pokes it into my pussy. As his finger enters, I begin to moan slightly louder.
Obviously, they did not mind that someone might hear me, I’m starting to think that they even like the idea.
Cole pulls away from my breasts and starts kissing me while slightly pinching one nipple. My mouth gapes in pleasure, he takes this moment to push his tongue into my mouth and ravish me more. Evan stops his deed and he pulls me by my thighs to make my ass extend over the edge of the couch.
Evan makes me fold my knees and presses it upwards. It makes me feel even more bare and exposed.
My pussy is right in front of Evan’s face, it is oozing with my glistening pussy juice. I hope he knows that I’m inviting his rock hard cock to pummel my insides.
Cole and I are busy kissing each other while Evan returns to kissing the hole gently. He kisses the lips harder, the more he does, the more it oozes with my juice. Evan licks all it off and sucks it from my pussy as if it is sweet nectar from a flower.
This sends chills all over my body, making my legs twitch involuntarily with pleasure. It’s like something in my head is sending signals to the rest of my body to get ready for more.
My eyes grow wide when I feel something new, something probing my ass. I’ve never been a fan of anal sex, yet I feel myself succumb more and more to the pleasure that it’s giving me.
Evan is rimming me and the feeling is overpowering, this only adds a new level of pleasure to the ones I’m already drowning in.
I try look down to see what Evan is doing to my ass. But my attention is disrupted when Cole pulls my face to his. His kisses are more aggressive, it’s like he’s angry that I lost focus on him. While Evan is playing with the rim of my ass, I feel Cole press his fingers over my clit. My body shivers with delight.
Cole unzips and takes off his pants. He lets out his long cock and puts my hand over it while we kiss. I am obedient enough to blindly massage Cole's hard cock and stroke it shortly with a slow phase. I’m satisfied in knowing that this makes him feel good as he pauses between our kisses to gasp softly. Fuck. I want his cock inside me. I wonder how good he’d feel, rubbing me up inside?
Evan sits down beside me. He takes off his pants and boxers in a single instance. My eyes drift towards his cock. I grab it without hesitation and begin to stroke it with the same rhythm as Cole’s.
Evan moans in pleasure as he rests his head on the back rest of the couch. I lean in and start licking the sweat off his neck. He tastes like the sweet oasis after months of being stuck in the desert.
Cole takes my hand off his cock and this time he takes on my pussy. He licks it and sucks clean the oozing pussy juice, sticks one finger inside and spreads my pussy lips to expose my cherry. It’s like he’s taking a mental image of it.
Hurry and fuck me already. I’m so close to begging.
As if reading my mind, he sucks it while fingering me with two fingers.
Evan turns to kiss me with his face all wet from my pussy juice. I don’t mind tasting my own juice; it’s kinky. As we deepen our kiss, I taste more of my nectar—it’s sweet and salty with a little tang. Evan sucks my tongue and I return the favor by sucking his.
He grabs my tits and gropes it. My body’s on the verge of exploding, if they don’t fuck me with their cocks I’m going to lose my mind.
Cole pulls my body a little more off the couch. Then he levels himself to my thighs as he is already in position. He holds his cock and begins to rub it on my pussy, lathering his shaft with the pussy juice mixed with both his and his brother’s saliva. Oh God. I can’t wait.
Cole puts my legs up and his brother is kind enough to assist and hold the leg so that he can adjust his position. He slowly rubs it into the hole making me gasp in pleasure and slowly, he enters me.
This makes me moan so hard that it could be mistaken for a scream.
“Yes, baby...don’t hold back, shout if you want to.” Evan tempts me.
Cole slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts it back in, building a slow pace. Cole's cock fits very well in my pussy, like it’s a sword finally finding its scabbard.
He spreads my legs out more and starts pumping into me faster. A moan escapes my lips every time Cole’s cock digs deeper into me. He’s filling me up so much. I start to feel numb as Evan continues to play with my nipples and make out with me harder. Cole pinches my clit and moves even faster as he hits my G-spot.
I am enjoying every moment with what the twins are doing to me, this is such a lucky day; getting the part from the auditions and now I have these godly men fucking me. As long as it is the twins, I am happy and overwhelmed with pleasure.
This is making my pussy produce lewd sounds and with just a couple of Cole's hard thrusts my legs start to buckle. I let out a scream filled with pleasure, making Cole grab my legs and claw his fingers into them slightly.
I can tell that I’m making him more excited as he starts pounding on me really fast and hard. As he’s doing this, I feel my pussy start wrapping around his cock even tighter.
Fuck, I’m going to come.
I arch my back and feel my mind enter a new plane of euphoria. He pulls out while stroking his cock fast until ropes of warm cum shoot onto my left breast. I take his cock and continue to squeeze out the remaining juice in his cock.
Cole is steaming hot with his own sweat all over his body, like his stamina is all drained after he ejaculated. He’s almost literally smoking hot.
Cole sits down on the far end of the couch to rest and catch his breath. Evan positions himself with his right knee on the couch and his left acting as an anchor on the floor to stabilize him. He puts his hand on my hips.
He doesn’t waste any time and steadies his cock to enter my pussy from the back. As he locks in the hole, he immediately shoves his monstrous cock inside my pussy. My mouth falls agape with pleasure and I try to look at Evan with delight. He bites his lip in delight as well, when he feels the tightness of my pussy from the inside.
I just came and yet I’m being fucked again. Oh my God. This is amazing.
As Evan plows away at my pussy, he also slaps my ass, making me squeal hard each time. He spreads my ass while thrusting into me hard. The reaction is almost immediate when I feel his finger push into my ass.
Bolts of lightning electrify every corner of my mind. All I can do now is try to at least keep myself from going insane as neon colors flash in my head from all the pleasure.
But I know it’s not only me who’s loving this, he does too. He wouldn’t be this rough if he wasn’t enjoying me.
He takes his cock out and slaps it on my ass. I know what he’s about to do. My fingers grip tightly onto the couch as he slides it in my ass and when the cock is fully inside, he gathers himself and holds my ass firmly.
Evan bends me down by pushing my back. I rest my face on Cole's lap. Mindlessly, I realize that I am holding onto Cole's cock, even though it’s not fully erect, it’s still huge.
I can’t believe something this big was inside me.
Fuck. Technically something this big is still inside me.
Evan doesn’t wait and immediately starts with hard thrusts inside my ass. He thrusts harder and faster. Moving his dick out and then shoving it back into me. His sweat is dripping now from his forehead and onto my back.
Every time he thrusts his hips at my ass and pulls out, I feel my ass desperate to suck him back in.
Evan grunts, I feel his cock get bigger inside of me. It’s pulsing along with my own body. I’m about to come again. I’m so sensitive from coming twice in a row.
He makes final rapid bursts, thrusting his hard cock into my pussy, and then I feel it, four final pumps and Evan lets out a deep short growl and pulls me up to face his large cock.
He strokes his hard cock while looking deep into my eyes and lets out his thick cum on my cheek.
This makes me squeeze my breasts together in pleasure. I positively satisfied both the twins, no doubt. Evan sits down to catch his breath. The room is filled with the scent of our fucking.
We’re all out of breath from the wild fuck when the doorbell rings.
Cole lets out a soft chuckle. “Pizza’s here.”
Willow
The ride to the apartment the Mitchells generously let me stay in is quiet; pop music played on the radio when I got in, but I had kindly asked the limo driver to turn it off. I feel like I have to think. I got the audition and went on to the private one, but I’m unsure if I’m even doing the right thing. I’ll be lying if I said I didn’t liked what we just did.
Suddenly the memories of how they tasted and felt washes over my body; the voices they made as they ravished me echoes through and brings shivers down my spine. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from smiling and looking like a lunatic. I keep reminding myself that the twins are probably used to doing those types of things. I bet they have been doing it for a while considering they just gave me the best sex of my life. I gasp for air as I look around the limo for something to do but when I glance out the window, I can see my own reflection looking back at me.
The emergency make-up I put on before the audition has already faded away, I’ll be surprised if it hadn’t. But I know I still look beautiful. I am confident that I am going to keep getting even more beautiful, especially with the extra special treatment the Mitchells has showered me with.
Now that I think about it, this isn’t the time for doubts. I have to seize this moment and turn it into something greater. If other people managed to make something big with far worse circumstances, I can. The limo comes to a stop in front of a tall apartment complex, and I let out an excited sigh as the chauffeur meets my eyes through the rear-view mirror and smiles.
“We’re here, Miss.”, he warmly informs me as he presses something to the side and after a click, the doors unlock.
I take a deep breath yet again, and give him a radiant smile, “Thank you so much.”
“Anytime,” I hear as I get off the limo and close the door.
The limo drives off shortly after and I bring myself towards the building, taking note of the shine on the windows. Once I get inside my suspicions are confirmed, this definitely isn’t “temporary living”, as the twins called it. If it was indeed temporary for them, it meant I wasn’t living back in Missouri.
Sure, it’s not as exorbitant and as well-adorned as their penthouse, but it is way better than most houses in my quaint town. This is so much of an upgrade from the hole I’ve lived in for three months too. Do they like me enough to let me stay here? I’m sure money is no matter for the Mitchells and treating me like a princess might be nothing special to every girl they like. Before I could fully process my thoughts, the elevators ding.
I walk briskly to the elevators and press 5, careful not to bump the other tenants riding with me. When the elevators hit the fifth floor, I exit and eye my surroundings. It wasn’t hard to find my new place as there are only two doors in the corridor. My eyes grow big at the idea: the floors below had more doors than this floor. Really? This lavish just for me? I head for my door. My door. Three silver-lined numbers decorated it, right above the peephole: 501.
I fish the keys from my bag to unlock the door. Once I turned the knob, a breeze catches me by surprise. It wasn’t what I expected. My aunt used to always scare me about the city, how it’s too suffocating and how things were always cramped. Matilda would tell me that I wasn’t cut out for the city, that my dreams are just childish whims and that I should be content selling fruit. But this apartment was enough to reassure me that this is the life I want. This is the life I’ve always dreamt of. I slowly walk inside my new apartment to take it all in, and that’s when I see a note on the floor; clearly slipped under the door before I got there.
A swift chill runs up my spine at the idea. I have a bad feeling about this but I bring myself to pick it up anyway. I carefully open it to read, as my stomach churns and my legs weaken. Be strong, I try convincing myself but I feel my heart start pounding. It’s from Marco. Shit, I knew it. The fact that he knows where I moved sent more chills down my spine. How could he have known? Were his connections that vast? If it is, then why couldn’t he just use them for scoring auditions for me?
I begin to read the letter, feeling my breath become rapid. Aside from the abundance of curse words he’s put into the letter—mostly calling me a bitch or a whore, telling me to go fuck myself and to go to fucking hell—he kept repeating that he’ll make my life miserable. That he’ll make sure no one would want to further my career only because I left him. This fucking asshole. My hands start to crumple the paper until I see that there’s more on the back of the note .Great, there’s more. I sigh. My heart skips a beat, as it read: You might want to turn on the TV. This is going to be fun, bitch.
I try to swallow the lump in my throat. My mind run amok, processing what he could have done, what he meant. I have so many questions. I crumple the letter completely and hurriedly march to the living room. The remote is on the coffee table, a widescreen television sat opposite the couch. I pick up the remote to turn the television on, going through every channel without knowing what I should be expecting. A dozen or so of channels later, and I see it. A picture of me, displayed across the screen, I flinch. Now I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I try to calm myself, and take a deep, shaky breath. I steady my hands and focus back to that channel.
It’s a paparazzi show, PMZ, a whole group of people making mean commentaries about me and speaking as if they know me on some level. They’re laughing, as if they’re not ruining someone’s life. The blond male host snickers and says, “Well maybe she’d do anything to get on a show.”
“Or get off on a show.” his colleague chimes in.
A woman is now on the screen, raising her copy of my picture, “Really? Her? I mean, is the bar really that low? Do we have a scarcity of actresses? Sure, she’s pretty… but there’s nothing more. It’s like a scout fished her out of the street! Does she even have talent?”
I can feel my stomach sink further and further at each of their comments, the confidence I had when I walked into the apartment now felt bare and empty.
“I heard nowadays all you need to land a role is a good set of tits, a firm ass and a willingness to use them. Are we really surprised she’s using her ‘gifts’ to get ahead?” The blond male is back on the screen again, shaking his head, “But you know, she obviously has a talent for sucking up to people.”
A new face pops up on screen, another woman, “We’re not even sure if she’s good at that.”
“Maybe we should try it out.” The blond looks right at the camera and smirks, “Hey, Willow, we would love for you to go here and do your ‘audition’ for us. Maybe a re-enactment? We’ll be very good actors.”
They all laugh. My cheeks feel warm and just then, I feel tears falling down my face. How quickly the tables have turned. I thought I was finally having Lady Luck on my side, but now I know it’s all over even before it even began.
After a moment or what feels to be an eternity, I bring myself to sit up straight and take slow, deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself completely. I tuck my hair behind my ears and walk to the bathroom to wash my face. The feeling of cold water against my warm skin feels good, refreshing, soothing. I reach for the face towel and dry my face. And there I see my puffy eyes from all that pathetic crying, my cheeks blotted with red staring back at me. I purse my lips and close my eyes.
You can do this. You’ve gotten this far. No one has the right to do this, especially not Marco.
I open my eyes and stare at my reflection in the mirror, “Especially not fucking Marco.”
I take a comb and brush through my hair. I can still feel my lips quivering, but I force myself to toughen up. I know that if I remember even just a little bit, I’m going to start crying all over again.
I make my way to the kitchen and pop open a bottle of wine, not bothering to get a wine glass. I take a few gulps down and exhale shakily. Wow, this is fine wine, right here. The warmth from the wine spreads from my throat down to my chest, extending to the rest of my body. I close the bottle and throw myself on the couch before I succumb to the tears again.
My whole body shakes a little, but I didn’t want to go through it all over again. Now I feel anger rushing through my body. No one can make me feel weak and powerless. No one. Especially not him. He has no right to threaten me after the horrid things he did to me.
Sure, the words of the paparazzi on the television might have scared me. I admit that they might be right. I am not denying it. Cole and Evan craved for my body. But I definitely did not get the part because slept with them. I am going to prove everyone wrong. I am going to make everyone eat their words.
