by Vivien Vale
Scott jumps off the couch and joins Brad.
“It also says it means ‘wise one.’” Scott nudges Brad. “You have to agree, she’s definitely wise. The way she put Ian in her place and the stuff she writes, she definitely fits the bill.”
Both look at me, and suddenly I wonder if this really is a good idea.
“A name well chosen.” Scott walks over to my desk. He sits on the edge of it and picks up my stress ball. Slowly, he squeezes and releases it and squeezes and releases it again.
“Is that what you do for relaxation, Kayla? Play with balls?”
Scott’s eyes never leave mine as he asks the question.
It’s difficult to think of an answer quickly. Watching his fingers with the ball is almost tipping me over the edge.
Part of me wants to rush over to him and start freeing his dick and balls for a play, as Scott just put it.
Movement out of the corner of my eye distracts me.
Brad has moved next to my desk as well.
“I bet you have no shortage of balls to choose from.” It’s Brad’s turn.
I decide to play the innocent, sweet little girl.
“Did I mention you both work well as a team?”
They nod.
Scott answers first. “I think you said something about it in the reading.”
“You’re not worried by what Ian said, are you?” Brad leans forward a little, his elbows resting on the desk. His upper body is bent at the hips, and from where I’m sitting, I have a nice view of his ass.
I pretend to mull over the question, only to feast my eyes for a little longer on Brad’s delicious ass.
“I’m a little worried about him running off to Ed,” I admit. “There’s something going on between Ed and Ian, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
Scott laughs.
“By something going on, you don’t mean…you know, something going on between the two of them?”
“Please.” Brad holds up his hand. “Dude, I haven’t had lunch yet, and now I feel like puking.”
The thought is so silly it makes me laugh. I feel myself relax a little. This is good; this feels right.
“No.” I shake my head. “I definitely don’t mean that sort of going on.” I, too, find the image that comes to mind too disgusting for words.
It’s not that two men together weirds me out. I’m fine with it. I just can’t imagine anyone being that intimate with Ed.
“I can’t explain it.” I shake my head. I didn’t invite these two sex gods to my office to discuss Ed and Ian. “It’s for another day.”
“I agree,” Brad says and straightens up. I hide my disappointment. “We shouldn’t waste our time talking about those two losers.”
Scott nods.
“Back to teamwork.” I steer the conversation back to where I want it to be.
“It’s all fine and good to have teamwork on the set, in front of the camera.” I pause and lick my lips. “How are you guys with teamwork outside that environment?”
I watch the two men exchange puzzled expressions.
I leave the safety of my desk and make my way toward Brad, who’s still leaning on the other side.
Scott is watching us through narrowed eyes.
I level with Brad and rest my hand on his hand. My fingers trace his fingers. I look from one to the other.
Realization registers on Scott’s face. He comes over to stand next to me.
“You want to know if I’m a team player? With Brad?” Scott pretends to study Brad. “Of course I’m a team player, on and off the camera. And if I had to choose who I would want to be on my team, I would choose Brad, no doubt about it.”
I smile and nod.
“Good. How about you, Brad?”
I look up at him. My hand travels up his arm and draws little circles on his shoulders.
“Like Scott said. Of course I’m a team player, on and off the camera. And who wouldn’t want to be on Scott’s team? Particularly if you are the—”
He does not finish the sentence.
Smart man.
Feverishly, I try and think what I am on this team. Am I the referee, the ball, the judge, the player, or the coach? There are so many options, but I can really be only one of those.
“Especially when I’m the coach,” I finish for him.
It’s Scott who grabs me around the waist, lifts me off my feet, and carries me to the couch. Briefly, I’m taken back to the other day and the canyon run.
This is total madness and so unlike me. I feel lightheaded, as if I’m floating on clouds. Gone is the prim and proper girl who has never done anything slightly out of the ordinary.
Up until the other day, my sex life has been pretty ordinary.
Amazing how quickly my life has changed.
Brad doesn’t need a special invitation to come over to the couch. I’m breathing hard, and my nerve endings are on fire. If one of them doesn’t do something about quenching my sexual appetite, I think I might burst into flames.
With a sigh, I surrender to what is about to happen.
Angela was so right.
Be creative, and go with the flow.
I enjoy the attention of these two men who want to please me.
Brad
Are we really doing this?
Just an hour ago I was ready to exchange fists with Scott, and now here we are, alone with Kayla in her office. Now that’s what I call a good plot twist.
“Kayla,” I start to say, but she shuts me up fast. She closes the distance between us, grabs me by the shirt and pulls me into her. Next thing I know our lips are locked in a fiery embrace, and my hands are resting on her hips, making sure she keeps her perfect little body pressed against mine.
When I finally pull back from her kiss, I open up my eyes just in time to see Scott closing in on her. He places one hand on her waist and leans in, brushing his lips against her neck, his mouth tracing a straight line toward her ear.
Yeah, I guess we’re doing this.
“Is this what you meant by teamwork?” I ask her with a soft whisper, looking straight into her eyes. I feel my heart quickening – and my cock becoming as hard as a steel rod – and her lips slowly curl into a wicked grin. My kind of grin.
“What do you think?” She asks me, an easy laugh escaping her lips.
Taking one step back, she looks from me to Scott and then back. Reaching for us, she flattens the palm of her hands against our cocks, curling her fingers around our shafts as her grin widens.
“Seems like you’re also eager for some teamwork,” she continues, but I can barely hear what she’s saying. Right now, the only thing my brain can process is the way her hand feels on my cock.
“I’m more than eager,” I find myself saying, and then I just grab her hand and make her turn on her heels. Pushing her against the edge of her desk, I then make her sit up on it. With one hand, I throw all the documents and papers on top of the desk to the floor, my hand sweeping across the surface in a blind frenzy.
“That’s right,” Scott agrees with me, placing both his hands on her knees. Moving fast, he forces her to spread her legs and then goes down on one knee in front of her. Following after him, I lower one knee to the floor.
“What are you guys doing?” She breathes out, and I can tell she doesn’t want to hear a reply – she wants to see one. And we’re more than happy to oblige.
Moving at the same time, we take our hands to the hem of her skirt and push it up, only stopping when the fabric’s all bunched up around her waist. I run my tongue between my lips as my eyes meet her thong, a wet patch already showing on the fabric.
“This is what we’re doing,” I whisper, leaning in and brushing my lips against her right knee. Scott does the same and, working in tandem, we start making our way up to the wetness between her thighs.
I get there first.
I take my mouth to her inner thighs, and then I simply can’t help myself – I run the tip of my tongue over the part where her skin meets t
he fabric of her wet underwear, the scent of her pussy driving me completely insane.
“Fuck, I want it,” Scott groans, and without waiting for my reply he just dives in, pressing his open mouth against Kayla’s drenched thong. He sucks on her pussy over the fabric, and I do the rest – I grab the elastic band and pull it against her outer thigh, forcing it to snap. The moment the fabric rips apart, Scott pulls back from Kayla and grabs her thong, ripping it off her body.
“Now this is what I call a lovely sight,” I sigh, my eyes trained on her pink pussy lips, her skin glistening from how wet she is. Pushing Scott to the side with one shoulder, this time I take the initiative and dive into her. I part my lips and reach for her clit with the tip of my tongue while, at the same time, she rests both her hands on my head and grabs me by the hair.
I don’t even know what happens after my tongue touches her clit – she just snaps her legs shut, throwing them over my shoulders and pushing Scott to the side. Pulling me in, she starts swaying her lips from side to the side as she rubs her wetness against my face. I keep my mouth open, flicking my tongue at her as I allow her sweet taste to crawl all the way up to my brain.
I’ve always been the kind of guy that doesn’t mind about going down on a woman (if she earns it), but it’s different with Kayla. With her, I just can’t help but love every single second of it. Fuck, I could eat her out for hours and hours. Who cares about lunch when I can feast on the most delicious thing in the world?
I keep on devouring her pussy for what seems like an eternity – the good kind of eternity, that is – and, when I open up my eyes and look up at her, I realize she’s already kissing Scott. She still has one hand on my head, but her other one is busy with Scott’s cock. She has slid it inside his pants, and she’s flicking her wrist at a fast clip, stroking him as if she had no time to lose.
“Oh, fuck,” she suddenly moans, pulling back from Scott’s kiss and gritting her teeth. Her head is thrown back, and judging the way the lines in her face are deepening, I’d say she’s just a few seconds away from having her brains melt off.
Which I don’t mind at all.
In fact, I start working her with my tongue even more furiously than before, lapping at pussy with renewed strength. Using her hands like hooks, she yanks on my hair while she thrusts against my mouth, the sweet pressure of her pussy on my face making it so fucking hard that I can’t even think straight.
I have no idea what kind of sorcery Kayla worked on me and Scott, but damn – it’s working.
“OH GOD!” She screams suddenly, and I can almost feel an electric current taking over her pussy as she comes. I keep my mouth pressed against it as she surrenders to her first orgasm of the day, but I slow down the pace of my tongue. I want her to survive what’s to come…
After all, there’s so much more we can do.
Teamwork, right?
Kayla
The name’s Kayla, and I’m a bad girl.
Or, according to Angela, I’m still a good girl – I just seem to enjoy being with two men at the same time. And, really, what’s not to enjoy? Brad and Scott are the most perfect men I’ve ever encountered, and both of them want me. This is Heaven. Sure, outside this office, real life is waiting for the three of us, I know that.
But, right now, I just want to go with the flow.
“Oh, Jesus, that was impressive,” I moan, taking my legs off from Brad’s shoulders. I lean back over the desk, propping myself up on my elbows, and smile as I watch Brad go up to his feet.
His lips are glistening from my juices, and I can’t think of a more perfect sight right now. Besides, the way he eats me out…oh, God. I never even knew that I could come that hard just by having a man’s tongue taking over my pussy. But then again, Brad and Scott aren’t just any men – they’re in a category of their own.
“Seems like you enjoyed yourself,” Scott laughs, the flames of lust burning behind his eyes.
“I did,” I purr, pushing myself off the desk and resting my hands on their chest.
Without waiting for them to say a thing, I go down on my knees and hook my fingers on their belts. Working fast, I take their belts off and then unzip their pants, their cocks straining against the fabric of their boxer briefs.
Seriously, I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
“Let’s see what you got, boys,” I continue to purr, and then I tug on their boxers and the same time and free their huge cocks, both of them as hard as they’ve ever been. Reaching for them, I grip them tight and then start moving my hand up and down the length of their shafts, stroking them at a slow rhythm. Of course, that rhythm doesn’t stay slow for long – before I know it, I’m flicking my wrist so fast that I feel pain shoot up my arm. But I keep at it, looking from one to the other as I take care of their throbbing members.
“I want a taste,” I continue, tilting my head sideways and leaning in. Going for Scott first, I part my lips with the tip of my tongue and lay it against his cock. Then, I run my tongue down the whole length of his shaft, only stopping when my lips brush against his balls.
I do the same with Brad, and I keep at it for a few seconds, going from one man to the other and teasing them. Then, without a warning, I simply let go of Scott’s cock and open my mouth as wide as I can – I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and take his whole length into my mouth, the way his shaft presses down on my tongue making me even more wet than before.
“My turn,” Brad says, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me to take Scott’s cock out of my mouth. Directing my movements, he leads me straight toward his cock and, using one hand, he brushes its tip between my lips. I open my mouth by instinct and then he just thrusts, driving his huge member all the way to the back of my throat.
Now, I know every girl fantasizes about what it’d be like to be with two men at the same time…but this is completely surreal.
I always thought that fantasies such as these were supposed to be kept locked in a vault deep inside my mind. But now, I’m having seconds thoughts. Maybe these fantasies are meant to be lived. Because, really, this beats everything I’ve ever done before.
“More, I want more. I need more,” I suddenly tell them both, Brad’s cock popping out of my mouth. “I want it all,” I continue, my movements as lustful as they’re desperate.
I push their pants and boxers down to their ankles, and they help out by kicking off their shoes. Then, they take off their shirts as fast as they can and I simply gaze at their naked bodies, my brain suddenly freezing.
This is happening, this is happening, I repeat over and over again inside my head. This isn’t a dream.
Taking a deep breath, I let instinct take over.
I reach for Brad’s hand and push on it, forcing him to go down on one knee in front of me. The moment he’s level with me, I simply place my hands on his shoulders and push, force him to lay down. I go up to my feet fast, kick off my heels and push my skirt down my legs.
“I’ll help,” I hear Scott say, and then I feel his large hands pulling on my blouse. I raise my heads as he takes off my blouse and bra, and then I simply go for the kill.
I place my feet on either side of Brad’s thighs, and then I lower myself. Grabbing his cock, I angle it up; there’s no buildup this time. I simply ease myself down onto his cock, arching my back as I feel his thickness pushing its way past my inner lips.
“Fuck,” he groans, all his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my ass. Rocking my body back and forth, I start riding him as hard as I can right from the beginning. The time for teasing is over – now’s the time for action.
“Teamwork, remember?” I hear Scott say, and I open my eyes to see him standing by my side, grabbing his hard cock with one hand.
Before I even think of what I’m doing, I simply lean into him and take his length into my mouth. I start bobbing my head back and forth, using the same rhythm with which I’m riding Brad, and I can already feel that sweet pressure building up inside of me.
I don’t la
st long.
“Mmm,” I moan, the sound muffled by Scott’s cock. My pussy tightens up around Brad’s shaft, and I feel a firestorm making its way up my spine, a whirlwind of electric flames consuming every single thought inside my mind as I come for the second time today.
Had I known a threesome would be this good, there would have been no debate before.
Bad girl or good girl, I don’t care.
Scott
“Mmm,” she moans, and I feel the vibration making its way through my cock, her lips still wrapped tight around my shaft.
Fuck, I never thought I’d see Kayla like this – riding Brad with my cock deep inside her mouth. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that something like this would be possible. Hell, even if I knew it to be possible, I doubt I’d believe one day I’d be willing to share a woman like this. Especially a woman like Kayla.
I don’t know what it is about her, but I simply can’t see her as just a fling. No, there’s more to her than that. Sure, she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever been with, and she sure as hell knows how to drive a man out of his mind…but it goes beyond the obvious. She’s smart, funny, and I like the person I become whenever I’m around her.
Soon enough I’ll be writing love poems and shit.
“Alright, let’s kick this up a notch,” I find myself saying, and my voice sounds foreign to my own ears.
Right now, I’m not in control of anything I’m saying or doing. I’m just living in the present moment, enjoying the ride without thinking of the consequences. Not a good way to lead your life, I guess, but it’s the perfect way to do things when it comes to sex. At least that’s my philosophy.
“Please,” Kayla moans as I take my cock out of her mouth. Her hands are on Brad’s chest and, even though she just came, she doesn’t climb down from him. No matter, right now I’m in the mood for sharing.
“Stay there,” I tell Kayla, and she looks at me, her eyes wide with anticipation. Smiling at her, I stand between Brad’s legs and then go down to my knees right behind her. Placing one hand right between her shoulder blades, I force her to bend forward and I hold my breath as I stare at her perfectly shaped ass.
