Profit & Lace: A Dark MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  While Carter’s tongue travels up and down Derek’s back, Derek is hitting all of my right spots and I feel like I’m about to cum.

  “Cum,” he whispers against my neck, before kissing me there. I run my hand through his hair and love him and he loves me.

  “Cum baby,” he says, nibbling on my ear.

  “Mmm…” I pull at his hair and feel him sink into me. He pulls out and cums all over my tits. Carter runs his finger through the gleaming lake of semen on my right tit.

  “You taste so good,” Carter tells him before smearing some on my lips. I am so sticky and the smell of man is all over the room. And all over me.

  They turn me over, and I think Derek is gazing at my backside. He runs his hand over my luscious ass before spanking it.

  “Look at those perfect cheeks,” he says, his voice taking on a pleased tone that honestly makes me beam with pride.

  I keep my eyes open even as cum shoots near them as they both cum all over me and start kissing each other as my tits are glazed in their cum.

  Carter runs a finger over my nipple where there’s cum hanging from it, dripping. “You look perfectly glazed, Eliza.”

  Derek moans and runs his fingers through the cum, spreading it all over my face.

  I start to move and he grabs my wrists and pins them down again and gets on top of me. Carter’s mouth starts to clean up some of the cum coating my body. His tongue makes me shiver with his every lick.

  “Ohhhh,” I moan at Derek’s fingers in my mouth, letting me suck some of the cum off his fingers.

  “Close your eyes,” Carters says, and I obey because I’m turned on by being their little toy.

  When I shut my eyes, they’re both touching me, and I don’t know which finger belongs to whom. I feel a tongue slide along my inner thigh, cleaning me of a sticky mess. I think it’s Derek’s tongue. I feel it glide back up to my pussy.

  I feel someone start to touch me again, with two fingers sliding up inside of me and I hear his voice.

  “I got you, baby.” I love his voice, it keeps me wet. I think Carter is kissing him now, they’re both over me kissing and touching each other, stroking each other.

  “You look so fucking hot covered in our cum,” Carter says and I feel them both lick the cum off of my face, clearing up the sticky parts on my eyes where I was totally drenched.

  “Open your eyes,” Derek says in a low purr.

  I do and they both are sucking my nipples and the cum that was all over them. When I’m good and clean, Derek pulls me over to his lap, over his knee, and spanks me sort of gently, but I’ve got that full body tingle going on, too.

  Carter slides a finger in my mouth and I suck on it, tasting the cum and my pussy on him. It turns me on that the three of us seem to be covered in each other’s sex right now. This is the sort of over the top play that even my wildest fantasies couldn’t conjure, and the idea of this being the future is heady enough to make me giddy even though my champagne buzz is wearing off.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Good Day, USA

  Kim:

  Hello, and welcome to Good Day USA. I'm Kim Lubbers.

  Megan:

  And I'm Megan Wright, your co-host. We're diving right into the news today because quite frankly, there is too much of it and we're going to have to go fast if we want to get it all in before we go to commercial.

  Kim:

  Because they won't let us stay on the air without going to commercial.

  Megan:

  So let's start with the major news of the day. Wanda Seymour has been formally arrested by the NYPD and taken into custody where she is now being held without bail on the charges of extortion, blackmail, and sexual coercion.

  Kim:

  The sexual coercion charge was a surprise to some until Mandy Johnson, the now infamous intern from the Derek Stackford office sex tape video charged that she was being forced by Wanda to act in the role and seduce Derek in the hopes of putting him in a compromising situation. But authorities were stunned when she made the declaration that Wanda Seymour herself had had a sexual encounter with Mandy Johnson, which was being surreptitiously recorded. Apparently the elder Ms. Seymour then threatened to disclose the tapes to the general public, destroying Ms. Johnson's credibility and integrity amongst her family and friends if she did not immediately attempt to secure a job working for Derek Stackford where she would be in a place to seduce him.

  Megan:

  If convicted, Wanda Seymour could face up to 50 years in prison, which would effectively be a life sentence for her. Observers believe that had the revelations from Mandy Johnson not come out, Wanda Seymour could have perhaps negotiated a 10-year reduced sentence. But the revelations from Mandy Johnson established a woman who was bitter to the core, looking to get revenge on not just her ex-stepdaughter, but her ex-husband as well.

  Kim:

  Sources also confirm that Eliza Seymour and her two now openly disclosed lovers were seen at dinner last night. A media circus ensued, but it was one that was welcomed by the trio, who presented a much more relieved, happy, and engaged group. When asked to comment, both Carter Blake and Derek Stackford commented that they were happy that they were at last able to have a normal relationship with the other two members.

  Megan:

  It seems that Eliza has finally gotten her happily ever after with both of these two alpha males. I bet every woman in the city is burning with jealousy.

  Kim:

  I know I am.

  Megan:

  Me too. Have you seen these guys with their shirts off? Oh. My. God.

  Kim:

  Although it looks like Eliza has grown up too, you know?

  Megan:

  It's like the two men have finally shown her what love is.

  Kim:

  That's all we can really hope for, at the end of the day.

  Megan:

  To be wealthy, with two men with large, uhm, members, who love us and take us to paradise? Yes, that's totally what we can hope for.

  Kim:

  Well here's to hoping. Anyways, New York, we're officially ending Operation Eliza Watch as of this moment. We thank you for joining us. Who knows, we might have a new update in at some point in the future. You never know where we might pop up, maybe buried between some books in the back. But right now as we switch to commercial, we thank you for watching. And gossiping.

  Megan:

  Stay sexy New York!

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Eliza

  Epilogue

  The Money Making Trio, that’s how the newspapers label us. I think that’s an apt nickname for the three of us, don’t you agree?

  After Wanda was taken down, it was only a matter of time until I blossomed into a true Seymour, a veritable captain of finance. Derek and Carter merged their companies two months after Wanda went to jail, and together they're both stronger than they could have been by themselves. They had help of course. The large Seymour estate was managed entirely by their new company. And, with Carter and Derek by my side, that happened sooner than later. In just a matter of one year, they’ve helped me turn $250 billion into $303 billion and then some change. Not bad, huh? And I’m only talking about my net worth. Both their companies have also grown exponentially and, if you pool together all the money we have… Well, let’s not go there, alright? So much money is simply obscene.

  Not that I’m worried about being labeled a robber baron or some bullshit like that. In fact, we’re making an effort to spend the bulk of our fortune on where it matters most. Eradicating diseases, poverty, and what have you. You know, just doing what we can for the world we live in.

  But you didn’t come here to read about all the philanthropy I’ve been doing, right? You’re probably more interested in the kind of sex I’m having now that I live with my two daddies… Yeah, I still use the word daddy from time to time (it just keeps things spicy) ... and yeah, I’m living with the two of them.

  I mean, what did you expect? There
’s a strong bond between us, one I think to be even stronger than love. Sure, society would have liked us to play nice and not raise any waves … but you know what I think about bullshit like that, don’t you?

  A month after what happened with Wanda, the three of us bought a huge penthouse (cost us $300 million, which makes it the most expensive condo in New York) and moved in together. Sure, the tabloids loved to run all these stories about the “perverted antics” (as they so eloquently put it) of Eliza Seymour and her two stepfathers but, in the end, society as a whole came around.

  That probably had something to do with all the billions we spent on charity but, hey, beggars can’t be choosers!

  Right, I’m getting distracted now. Derek and Carter are going to be here soon, and I still have to take the meat out of the oven.

  Putting my mitt ovens on, I kneel in front of the oven and open it, taking the tray from the inside. I gaze at the roast beef and, happy with its color, I hurry toward the living room and set the tray right on the middle. Taking a step back, I place my hands on my hips and glance at the dinner table.

  A red tablecloth, fancy silverware, and candles to set the mood. Looks good, I think. God, I hope it does.

  Alright, back to you again. If you’re wondering why the richest woman on Earth is busy cooking dinner for the two men in her life, don’t worry; I haven’t thrown in the towel and resigned to be a stay-at-home wife while they manage my money. Far from it, as a matter of fact, Carter is the one doing most of the cooking nowadays. But today’s a special day. Want to know why? Well, you’ll have to wait. You didn’t think I’d tell you before them, did you?

  Oh, fuck, did you hear that? They’re already here! I can already hear their voices coming from the hall. Rushing toward the kitchen, I throw my oven mitts on top of the counter and, grabbing the bottle of champagne sitting there, I bring it with me to the living room.

  I get there just as they’re walking inside the living room, and they stop dead in their tracks as they see the homemade dinner I’ve prepared.

  “Alright…” Carter whispers suspiciously, looking at Derek with one cocked eyebrow before turning his attention toward me. “Please tell me you’re not apologizing for giving away all of our money.”

  “Oh, are we going to be living under a bridge now?” Derek laughs, closing the distance between him and I, and pressing his mouth on mine. “What’s all this about, baby?”

  “I’ve got something to tell you,” I tell them, anticipation making my heart beat faster and faster.

  “Something good…?” Carter tries, coming up to me and kissing me as well.

  “I’m pregnant,” I blurt out, speaking so fast that I mash the words together.

  “You what?” Derek asks me, turning around so fast to look at me that he almost stumbles forward. I take two deep breaths to calm myself and then repeat my words, slowly this time.

  “I. Am. Pregnant.”

  “Holy fuck,” Derek cries out, rushing toward me to take me in his arms. He stops a few feet away from me and, instead of locking me into a bear hug, he wraps his arms softly (and rather comically) around me.

  “I’m not made of glass, you know?” I laugh and, acting as if they’re one, both men go down to their knees in front of me. They reach for my belly and rest their hands there, a delicious smile on their faces.

  “I guess we’re about to become daddies for real,” Carter says, turning to Derek. He reaches for Derek’s hand and takes it in his, squeezing it softly as both men go up to their feet.

  “I love you,” I breathe out, one hand on my belly, over theirs, as my gaze shifts from one to the other. “You’re my life, the two of you…”

  “Well, now we’re four,” Derek says, lacing me by the waist with one arm and kissing me deeply. Our tongues dance around one another and, the moment we pull back from each other, Carter’s lips land on my own.

  Before I know it, Derek has picked me up from the floor and is carrying me in his arms, turning toward the master bedroom.

  “Dinner’s going to get cold,” I laugh, but truth be told, I couldn’t care less about dinner right now.

  “We’ll reheat it,” Carter offers casually, grabbing Derek by the hand and dragging us toward the bedroom. “We need to celebrate,” he says as he pushes the door to our bedroom open, pulling us all inside and not even bothering to turn on the lights.

  Yeah, that’s what we’ll be doing all night long—celebrating. And by God, if there’s anything that needs celebrating, it’s this.

  Can you believe it? We’re going to be parents! And to think that one year ago I was just landing in New York, a knot in my stomach as I prepared to face the real world for the first time in ages. And look where I’m now … more than being rich, I’m happy. And believe me when I say it: nothing beats being happy.

  Specially when being happy means the two most gorgeous men on Earth love you.

  Feel free to envy me.

  I’ve earned it.

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  UNNGGH!

  That’s the sound that Carla is making as I fuck the living daylights out of her. I raise my face to a nasty sneer and bring up a hand and slap her ass. Not hard enough to make her yelp, but just hard enough to make her fucking yelp as well as moan.

  “That’s right, you like how I’m fucking you, baby?” I ask her crudely, holding onto her hips as I fuck her doggie style. I’ve got her bent over a couch and all around us looks like your average upper middle-class suburban home. Some crocheting work in the corner where the woman of the house sits
. A copy of the New York Daily Journal near the Barcalounger. Giant 52” flat screen TV on the wall. Nice little fireplace going. Pictures of the family all over the place.

  It’s so fucking sweet it makes me fucking sick. But that’s what makes this shot you’re watching so fucking hot.

  “Yes, oh my God, yes!” Carla yells out through clenched teeth as her pussy lips wrap themselves around my thick, hard shaft. You know the size by now, babe. Ain’t no way you’re gonna turn the fucking page if I’m any smaller than 12 fucking inches. Well, I have news for you. When I’m fully engorged, I’m closer to 12 and a half fucking inches.

  Think half an inch doesn’t make that much of a difference?

  Watch this.

  I pull back, bringing my tip near to the exit of Carla’s pussy and give her one second to catch her breath. Then I come out just a little. Enough for the big, bulbous head of my cock to exist half way. She’s whimpering. She knows what’s coming next.

  And without another word, I push myself back in, in one swift stroke. She’s frothing at the lips and her fucking cunt wraps itself around me like a long lost fucking lover. She’s shaking.

  “Yes, what?” I sneer. She needs to say it, goddamit. I increase my strokes.

  “Yes, Daddy, it’s so fucking good!” she yells. “Please keep fucking me!”

  “You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since your mother married me, haven’t you?” I ask her back, thrusting and groaning.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’ve been a horny stepdaughter ever since I first saw you,” she moans. I don’t even think she knows what she’s saying anymore.