by Heidi Hunter
I had met him at a groundbreaking ceremony in Houston about a year earlier. We didn't hang out a lot, but I enjoyed the time I did spend with him. He was a bit older than me, but that was okay with me. And if I was honest with myself, him having money made up for him being an asshole most of the time. In my quarter century on the planet, I had learned that the ones who were pushy tended to succeed in life and get what they wanted.
After I dried myself completely, I put a bra back on. The image of my big breasts in the mirror made me think of Tom. He loved to tease me about my ample cleavage. I had known him for three months as well. He had come in the doctor's office where I worked behind the reception desk. The first time I met him, I saw his rippling muscles with his shirt off. I couldn't give him my number in the office, but he let me know what bar he was going to be at later that night.
Neither Tom or Jason had done more than kiss me, but I was ready to let one of them slide around third base and make it all the way to home plate. The thought of having them both at the same time had crossed my mind more than once, but I knew the chance of that ever happening were slim to none. The two men were different in so many ways. Jason offered security while Tom offered a nice body. I put on a green dress and finally made up my mind. I wanted Tom the fireman.
A day after I made my big decision, I sent Tom a text message and asked him to come over to my apartment to watch a movie. He agreed. I spent a better part of the afternoon making sure my meager living space was perfect. The highlight was over three dozen tea light candles spread throughout my bedroom. I had on my favorite pair of red panties and a red bra. I had been out to lunch with Tom a few times, but we'd never been intimate with each other at all.
I planned to launch myself at him as soon as he came through the door. However, he didn't show up. I didn't know why he'd blown me off, but I wasn't about to call him and ask. I turned my phone off and had a glass of wine in my kitchen as I tried not to think about Tom. Halfway through my third glass, I heard a knock at the door. I got up and went to answer it. Instead of Tom, I saw Jason standing in the hallway. He was holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Hello, beautiful.”
“Hey, I wasn't expecting you.”
“Obviously. Mind if I come in?”
“No, not at all. Thanks for the flowers.”
He walked in a few steps. “No problem. I was wondering if you would like to do dinner with me.”
“Sure. I had plans, but someone decided to cancel on me.”
“What an asshole.”
“I agree. Can you give me ten minutes to get dressed?”
He waited in my kitchen while I rushed to put together an outfit. As he was wearing a suit, I decided on a blue dress, the nicest one I had in my wardrobe.
“You look amazing,” he said when I walked back in the kitchen.
“Whatever. I could lose a few pounds.” I put my hand on my stomach.
“Nonsense. You look good the way you are right now.”
“Thanks. I'm glad someone thinks so. Where are we going to eat?”
“Someplace downtown.”
“I'm ready.”
We left my apartment and took the elevator downstairs. A black Town Car was waiting on the street. After we got in the back seat and settled, the driver took off. He stopped a few blocks away at the Roxberry Hotel, the nicest one in the entire city.
“I thought we were going to get something to eat.”
“We are, my dear. I thought we could get some room service.”
“Oh. Okay.”
I felt important as I walked next to him. We made it through the lobby and took the elevator to the top floor. The suite was amazing. After the bellhop left, I rushed over to the balcony. Everywhere I looked was an amazing view. I turned around.
“I love the views.”
“Me too,” he said as he stared at me.
I blushed, just a little. Jason was powerful and rich, but he didn't really turn me on physically. We ordered two steak dinners. A table had been set up on the balcony and we had the food served to us in the room. The entire meal was amazing. I had another couple glasses of wine while we ate. A buzz started to affect my brain.
“That was so good.”
“I agree. The best money can buy.”
I tried to smile. The way he talked about his money really turned me off. “I don't think I left any room for desert.”
“Well, I still have an appetite.”
He stood up and walked around the table. His hand stretched out and I took it in mine. When I was standing, he led me to the sitting room. I sat down on the couch, expecting him to join me. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands began running up and down my thighs as he looked me in the eyes.
“You look good enough to eat, my dear.”
I rolled my eyes, but I had to admit that his firm hands felt good running up and down my thighs. On one of the trips, he snagged my dress with his thumbs. I let out a soft moan as my dress was pulled up. He maintained eye contact with me as his hands moved in and latched onto my panties.
“Sit up a little,” he said. His voice was demanding. I felt I had to obey.
After I lifted my ass off the cushion, he pulled my panties down. Before I knew what was happening, he had pushed my legs apart slightly and bent down to begin kissing the inside of my bare thighs. I sighed and reached down and put my hands on his bald head. Gradually, he made his way higher and higher up my legs. Then he kissed my pink, fleshy lips directly.
“Mmm...”
His eyes looked up into mine. “You like that?” he asked.
“MmmHmm...Don't stop.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Taste me.”
“Not good enough. I want to hear you beg.”
“Taste me, please.”
He returned his attention to my neatly trimmed pussy. I pulled his bald head closer to me. His long and powerful tongue darted out of his mouth and began to lick me forcefully. With each swipe, I wanted more. He was so much better than any of the sex toys I owned. Just when I got accustomed to the way he was licking me, he changed slightly.
“Oh, fuck,” I said. “Don't stop.”
“I'll stop if I want to stop.” He looked up at me.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please eat my pussy.”
Instead of a lick or kiss, he reached up and inserted the middle finger of his right hand in me. My legs spread a little wider as he worked his thick digit in and out of my wet tightness. The sound of it going in and out was music to my ears. As he continued to fuck me with his finger, he bent down and unleashed his tongue on my clitoris.
I began to grind my hips, rubbing myself against his face. He knew just what to do. I was ready to do anything he asked as long as he didn't stop what he was doing. His tongue and finger continued doing their job as I reached up and grabbed my breasts. Then I pulled down the straps so my breasts were bared. He continued teasing my clit with his lips as he fucked me with two fingers.
My nipples were hard and sensitive. I pinched them – hard – while looking down at his bald head. He looked so ridiculous, but he ate pussy better than any other man I had ever met. I didn't want him to stop. My breathing quickened as he continued pleasing me. Then I felt my orgasm building up. I knew release was right around the corner. He seemed to sense it too as he increased his efforts.
With his head in my hands, I came. Just as I did, I heard my cell phone ring. The ringtone was the one I had given to Tom. As I heard the song play, my body shook as he slowly pulled his finger out of me. I looked down at him and saw him licking the two fingers that had been inside me. The afterglow of the orgasm washed over me as I reached into my purse on the couch and retrieved my phone.
The missed call was from Tom, but he had also sent me a text message apologizing for missing me. I suddenly regretted leading Jason on. While he was nice and obviously knew what he was doing, I wanted Tom. He had the type of body I craved. I wanted
to feel his muscled body moving over my soft, fleshy curves.
“I hate to do this to you, but I have to leave,” I said as I pulled the straps of my dress back up.
“What? You're kidding, right?” Jason stood up. I noticed a bulge in his pants.
“No. I'm sorry.”
“Can you tell me why you're leaving?”
I looked at him, not believing he had asked me such a personal question. “It's not really...”
“I'll give you a thousand dollars.”
“It was Tom, a guy I know.”
Jason smiled. “Great. Invite him over.
“What?”
“Sure. Why not? I'm a little curious at times.”
“I don't know if Tom will be interested.”
“If it's the Tom I'm thinking about, he'll be on board.”
“You know Tom Johnson?”
“The fireman? Yeah. He's a … friend.”
“Wait a minute. Are you saying...”
“Just once. I paid him ten grand for a night of sex with him. We ordered half a dozen high-end prostitutes and had a proper orgy.”
“Go on. Keep talking.”
He smiled. “By the end of the night, we had a sixty nine then I fucked him.”
“In the ass?”
“Yes, Chloe. I fucked him in the ass.”
“And he liked it?”
“He liked the money. I'm not sure of anything else.”
“You've not seen him since then? When did this happen?”
“About a month ago, I think. It was just that one time. But I bet he'd consider having a threeway with you and myself.”
“Sounds hot.” I tried to hide my excitement.
“If it happens, you need to agree to a few things.”
“Like what?”
“For one, I'm in charge. If I'm paying to set this play date up for the three of us, I have control over what happens. I want you to play a submissive. Can you do that?”
“Yes, sir.” I bent my head a little.
“Perfect!” He laughed. “But I am serious.”
“It's cool. I can submit.”
“Good. Let me make some calls. I'll set it up for this Friday.”
“Thank you, Jason.”
“No problem, Chloe. I hope you're beginning to see there's nothing I wouldn't do for you.”
“I do. You mean a lot to me. I appreciate all you do.”
“I need to get going, but keep your Friday open. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He left me naked on the bed. I watched his confident strides across the room. Then he was gone. I was alone again, but I had a lot to think about. Half of me didn't think our Friday menage would happen, but deep down I knew Jason would be able to pull it off. I'd never had a threeway before, but the idea intrigued me and made me more than a little wet between the legs.
On Thursday night, I received a text message from Jason letting me know everything was set for the next night. He also told me to not contact Tom for any reason. A room number for a familiar downtown hotel was also included. I read the message about four times to make sure I didn't miss anything. The rest of the evening was spent figuring out what to wear. I had to look perfect for the two men I had spent so many hours dreaming about.
I woke up Friday morning with a smile on my face. For one thing, I knew I didn't have to go into work. The fact that I was supposed to meet Jason in a hotel room at noon excited me as well. After taking a long, hot shower, I got dressed. No detail was forgotten. From my bra to my panties to my dress to my shoes, I was happy with how I looked. I knew the two men would also enjoy the time I'd spent to make myself look my absolute best.
Both men didn't mind that I had curves. I hated the term BBW. In my mind I was a beautiful woman with just the right amount of flesh. Others would call me large or even fat, but I knew how to move my body. I could make men feel happy without any problems. My mind drifted to what was going to happen later in the day as I put on my makeup. I wanted to look my very best, and that meant highlighting my eyes and lips.
The driver of the limousine that had been sent for me called my cell phone to let me know he was waiting downstairs. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. At twenty-six years old, I was quickly approaching middle age, but I felt and looked young. My skin had the glow of youth. Both men I was going to meet were older than me by at least a decade. The fact that they were older turned me on even more. I rushed downstairs and saw the limo parked outside the building.
Some of my neighbors saw me get into the black Cadillac stretch limo which made me smile. Once inside, the driver got back in. We were soon headed toward the hotel. A small part of me was nervous as I clutched my purse in the back seat and watched the buildings passing outside. In no time at all, we were in front of the hotel. I waited for the driver to open the door then got out. I thanked him then headed inside. The trip up the elevator was a short one that lasted a long time.
When I finally reached the top floor, I headed down the hallway to the largest suite in the whole building. I stopped nervously outside the door for a moment to collect my thoughts. I knew what was going to happen if I walked into the penthouse. My entire body felt weak with anticipation. The idea of having the two men of my dreams at the same time made me smile. I took a final deep breath then knocked on the door. It opened almost immediately, and I saw Jason. As usual, he had on a suit.
“Come in, come in,” he said then stepped aside while holding the door.
I crossed the threshold and looked around. The opulence of the room impressed me. Floor to ceiling windows covered every available wall space. I could see the Houston skyline when I looked outside in any direction.
“How are you tonight?” I asked once I was inside.
“I'm fine. Are you ready to begin?”
“What do you mean?” I was genuinely confused.
“You need to follow my directions. That means you don't speak unless you're asked to speak. Is that clear.”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“I'm a fair dom, but you need to take this seriously. What's your safe word?”
“My what?”
“Your safe word. What you're going to say if you want everything to stop.”
“Oh, I don't know. I've never needed one with a partner before.”
“You're going to need one tonight. Make it something you wouldn't normally say.”
“Cheetah camels?”
“That's a little long, but okay. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.” I curtsied.
“Good. Now take off your clothes.”
He watched intently as I began to take off the clothes I'd spent so much time picking out. His face let me know he didn't give a damn about what I was wearing. He wanted to see what was beneath my outfit. My sensuous curves were what turned him on. When my breasts were revealed, he stared at them as if they were just more of his possessions. The balance of power in the room had shifted to him.
I stood in front of him naked. My hands hung at my sides. Someone else knocked at the door to the penthouse. Jason went over and opened it. My heart fluttered as I saw Tom walk through the door. He had on tight jeans and an even tighter t-shirt. His muscles rippled and looked like they were about to burst free from the fabric when he walked into the room. As I stood in front of him naked, I realized how much I wanted him.
Jason closed the door. “Tom, why don't you go ahead and get naked.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied.
I was shocked to hear the words of submission come from his lips. At the same time, I was still very much turned on by him. In that moment I realized the attraction was more physical than mental. I watched closely as Tom stripped off his clothes. The moment I saw his cock hanging between his legs, I wanted to have him inside me. I could imagine his tight, hard body moving against mine as that monstrous cock of his moved in and out of my tight hole.
“Good,” Jason said. “Both of you go over to the bed. Tom, I want you sitting on
the edge. Chloe, I want you on your knees in front of him.”
Tom and I walked over to the bed and followed Jason's instructions. I looked up at Tom's face then back down to his massive cock.
“Go ahead, Chloe. I want you to touch it.” I reached out. Just before my fingers grasped him, Jason spoke again. “Stop. I changed my mind. Tom, get yourself hard first.”
Tom looked down at me kneeling in front of him. I could feel him devouring my curves with his eyes as he reached down and began pulling and tugging at his dick.
“Is that what you want, Chloe? Is that what you've been craving?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It's a nice cock. What you need to remember is that there's nothing behind it. Tom's a good fuck, but he doesn't have power. And that's what enabled truly memorably orgasms.”
I looked over at Jason. His bald head was strangely appealing to me suddenly. I looked back at Tom's cock as he stroked himself, but I couldn't keep my mind off of the billionaire in the room. His power was intoxicating. I remembered the way it had felt to have him kissing my clitty while he fucked my tight hole with two fingers. My hand reached down between my legs.
“Not yet, Chloe,” Jason said. “Why don't you give Tom some help?”
I bent forward and lowered my head. Tom's semi-hard cock was just a few inches from my face. Then I tasted the tip of him with my tongue. His massive mushroom head tasted salty and sweaty, but I knew I wanted more. I felt like a whore as my lips parted and I took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage. Then I felt a pair of powerful hands on my head pushing me down. I moved my head back up a little only to have it pressed back down.
The feeling of not having complete control was incredible. I felt the dick in my mouth get harder as I slurped and swallowed. When I had just got a good rhythm going, Jason grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back. I looked up at him. His bald head was glistening and he had a hungry look on his face. He surprised the hell out of me when he joined me on the floor in front of Tom. I watched closely as he lowered his head on that huge cock.
