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by Jessie Dame

  She had spent a long time getting ready for this date; a turquoise shift dress that was on just the right side of business-like-no panties, of course- her long dark hair curled slightly so it tumbled in waves down her shoulders and breasts. With a slick of vanilla lip gloss, she had heard the doorbell ring, and, when she went to answer it, there they were- both dressed impeccably, in the sort of evening suits she could never convince her boyfriends they would look good in. She had barely blurted out her overheated greetings before Ethan had held up one of his ties and wrapped in round her head. It was beyond exciting, beyond erotic, and Anna couldn’t wait to see where the story lead them next.

  The taxi pulled to a halt, and Anna heard the rustling of money as it changed hands; she imagined a large tip had been handed over to make sure the driver wouldn’t ask any question about the blindfolded woman they had with them. Tucking a hand under Anna’s elbow, Michael led her out of the car, quickly hustling her through some doors and into a room that was silent except for the sound of their feet tapping on the wooden floor. Her body felt like it was on fire, as if every single nerve ending was begging to be touched. Her ears pricked up at every sound, and her nipples hardened every time Michael or Ethan brushed her with some seemingly casual or helpful touch. She was trying to keep her cool, but it wasn’t working very well.

  She heard the ping of an elevator as a hand found her waist and gently pushed her forward; stumbling a little, she made her way into the small, airless space and stood, waiting. She felt a movement behind her, a rustling, and then the blindfold fell away just as the elevator started to move.

  “Okay, I think you’re allowed to see what you’re getting into now,” Ethan grinned at her, his eyes shining with a mixture of pride and anticipation. The elevator doors pinged open, and Anna tried to stifle her gasp.

  The place was amazing- a penthouse apartment with giant windows that allowed the glimmer and glow of the city to pour into the room, gently lighting the wooden floor which was scattered artfully with carpets and rugs. It was old-fashioned in the best possible way, looking like the kind of weekend hunting lodge the British nobility might have stolen off to for a casual weekend’s debauchery. But maybe that was just Anna’s bookishness talking-whatever the design had been for this place, they had pulled it off. All gilded golds, rich reds, and polished mahogany, this was the kind of place that was built for fucking. She giggled at the thought, the notion alone making her giddy with excitement.

  “Well, I’m glad you like it,” Michael laughed, amused by her childish glee. “Can I get you a glass of something?”

  “Sure,” Anna nodded, trying to catch her breath as she took the place in, “A glass of white wine, please, if you have it.”

  Michael exchanged a look with Ethan. “If we have it. What does she take us for, Ethan? A pair of terrible hosts who can’t take care of their lady’s utmost desire?” Anna looked up at him, readying a witty comeback, but the look in his eyes snatched the words from her. Damn. If there had been any question about where this night was leading, the look in those eyes should have permanently put paid to it.

  While Michael wandered over to the kitchen, Ethan extended a hand to Anna and led her to the lounge area, where a bunch of luxurious sofas and loveseats were scattered artfully around a fireplace. Ethan lifted a remote control, pressed a button, and the fireplace roared into life. He looked at Anna, seemingly apologetic. “Only electric, I’m afraid. We’re busy men.”

  “Of course you are,” breathed Anna, taking a seat a few feet away from the roaring flames. Even sitting this close to the fire, she still felt a shiver run down her spine as she considered what the evening was going to bring.

  Michael appeared from the kitchen, clutching three glasses that he distributed amongst the guests before him.

  “Scotch for you, Ethan, Merlot for me, and a glass of Montrachet for Anna.” Michael sat down next to Anna, leaving a few agonizing inches between their legs. “So, what were we talking about?”

  “I was just admiring the view,” Anna explained, gesturing at the luscious cityscape that lay before them.

  “Yes, it really is something, isn’t it?” Michael nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “Ethan and I decided on this place specifically because of the view. There was something about watching the city, and being watched by the city, that we found quite appealing.”

  “I can see why,” Anna smiled, her heartbeat picking up pace.

  Ethan picked up where Michael left off. “We’re not usually into places that are quite as… blatant as this. But there was something about having a really decadent place to come and fuck that sounded like such a neat idea.” He and Michael exchanged a look, their eyes glinting as they met. “You should see some of the stuff we’ve got in here.”

  “What kind of stuff?” Anna inquired, sipping on the chilled wine.

  “There’s a BDSM dungeon just past the bathroom, a mirrored bedroom down the hall-you know, so you can watch yourself fucking…” Michael explained, attempting to seem nonchalant but evidently excited to be talking about it.

  “How very modern of you,” Anna replied, trying to steady herself. What kind of things were these two men planning to with her tonight? More importantly, what did she want to do? As she took another sip of wine, her mind spun- what had happened in the library was beyond erotic, and she knew that she wanted more. But what would be expected of her?

  Michael seemed to read her mind as he placed a hand on her knee and reassured her. “But tonight, we won’t be doing anything out of the ordinary.”

  “I’d say fucking a pair of kinky billionaires in their upscale Manhattan apartment is pretty out of the ordinary,” countered Anna, all too aware of what Michael’s hand on her knee was doing to her. She couldn’t help but notice that Ethan had been quiet for a while, apparently watching the scene unfold.

  “Well, when you put it like that…” Michael leaned in towards her, pressing his lips against hers in a familiar kiss, and she melted into him. Her body arched against his, her tongue opening his mouth and exploring in scenes she had imagined while she played with herself ever since that night at the library. She was practically purring as he ran his mouth up her neck, stopping to nibble on her earlobe.

  “Mmm, I think she likes that, Michael,” Ethan commented, standing up and coming towards me. “But I think I know what she’d like more.”

  Anna opened her eyes just in time to see Ethan kneel down before her and part her legs, using his hands to spread her knees. He looked up at her. “It’s the one thing I didn’t get a chance to do in the library, and I intend to make up for it twofold right now.”

  Anna thanked her lucky stars that she had chosen not to wear panties. As soon as he made it clear that he was planning to go down on her, she felt every nerve in her body respond, and she needed his mouth on her pussy right now. Distracted, she moved her head away from Michael so she could watch as Ethan peppered kisses along the inside of her thighs, running his tongue closer and closer to her pussy.

  “Oh, so it’s like that, is it?” Michael scolded with a smile, pulling away from Anna’s neck and moving behind her. Positioning himself so his legs were on either side of her waist, he sat up behind her and pushed at the straps of her dress, revealing her long neck and shoulders. “Well, if you’re going to ignore me so callously, I suppose the best I can do is make sure that Ethan gets you properly soaking by the time I fuck you.”

  Anna shuddered at his words, feeling his hands come down on her shoulders as he began to gently massage the muscles, sending shivers all the way to her pussy. Or maybe it was just tingling in anticipation because Ethan’s mouth was so close; the man between her legs stopped for a moment and looked up at Michael. Is this what he meant? Was Ethan waiting for instruction? Then Michael’s voice cut through her confusion.

  “Ethan, push up Anna’s dress and let me see her pussy.”

  Ethan did as he was told, pushing the dress high enough that her pussy was on display for anyone who cared to see i
t. The cold air acted as stimulation in and of itself, and Anna moaned gently, desperate for some real relief.

  “Good. Now, flatten your tongue, and lick from the very bottom of her slit to the top of her pussy. Slowly. Do it slowly.”

  The sound of Michael’s commanding voice describing exactly what she could expect from Ethan’s hungry mouth was almost more than Anna could bear, and she let out a long, relieved groan when she felt Ethan’s tongue on her pussy. He indulged her with long, lazy licks that stimulated every single inch of her sex, waking up any nerve endings that were not already standing to attention. She could hear Michael’s breathing getting heaver behind her, and she remembered what he’d said about fucking her. She squirmed at the thought. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back her orgasm this time, as the pressure began to build deep inside of her.

  “Spread her lips open with your fingers and suck on her clit. Hard. Make her scream.”

  Michael seemed just as into the activity as if it had been him knelt between Anna’s legs. Ethan looked straight into Anna’s eyes, which were slightly hazy with arousal, as he salaciously spread her pussy wide open, then dove in. His mouth was hard and relentless on her pussy, sucking the small bead of flesh into his mouth and using his tongue to slide all over it. Anna couldn’t hold back her reactions any more, and she threw her head back and moaned, loudly. The feeling was exquisite; Michael’s hands waking up every muscle and inch of skin on her body, while he dictated in no uncertain terms exactly what needed to be done to Anna’s horny pussy. The sight of Ethan- enthusiastic, passionate, hungry- was good enough on its own, but his occasional selfish moans sent vibrations up her pussy and all the way to her nipples, which by now were straining at the material of her dress. Michael leaned down to tweak them, hard, and Anna let own a cry- she knew her orgasm wasn’t far away.

  “You want to come now, do you?” Michael asked, leaning down to her ear so that his hot breath tickled her.

  “Yes!” she gasped, unable to think of a witty retort as all the blood in her body seemed to rush down to her pussy.

  “Then do it.”

  His words were all that Anna needed- matched with the constant, delicious pressure between her legs, her body let go, exploding in every direction as she felt the orgasm tremble at its peak, then break and wash over her. Every limb was shaking as she tried to regain her breath; how was she supposed to do anything after having an orgasm like that? She was far too exhausted to even move, let alone pleasure these two men. But there was a voice deep down inside of her that demanded that she do more, that she see how far she could go, and she would be damned if she was walking out of here without having fucked at least one of these incredible men.

  Michael climbed down from behind her, sliding his hand down her back and unzipping her dress as he did so. The material fell away, revealing her still-writhing, naked body as Ethan and Michael both looked on with fascination. Anna managed to peel her eyes open, looking at them both, taking in their expressions of total arousal. She felt so powerful and so in control- she wasn’t any old romance heroine, she was the dirty, deviant, slut, the kind who had sex with powerful men for pleasure, just because she could. The feeling was intoxicating, and Anna knew in that instant what she wanted to do. She eyed them both with unbridled lust.

  “Both of you, take your clothes off.” It wasn’t right that she be the only one who was naked. Besides, she wanted to get another look at them, outside the dim light of the library’s adult section. They stripped, and Anna grinned; two large erections sprang free, hers to do with what she wanted.

  “Michael, get on your back,” she ordered, deciding to take a little bit of initiative. Raising his eyebrows, Michael did as he was told, lying down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace. His face was lit with a warm glow, and Anna took a moment to admire how handsome he was. Then she climbed down, and positioned herself over him, facing towards his feet; she wanted to make sure that he could admire her ass as she fucked him.

  “And Ethan, stand here.” Anna tugged on Ethan’s hands, bringing him in front of her so his hard-on was level with her head.

  “Good,” She grinned, slowly lowering her hips onto Michael’s cock. He gripped her waist, steadying her, and let out an appreciative moan as she engulfed him. She was already soaking wet, and the sensation of his cock pushing deep inside of her was almost enough to make her come again then and there.

  “Damn, Anna, your ass looks so good,” Michael groaned approvingly, sinking his fingertips into her ass cheeks as she picked up a pace. Trying to remain focused on the task at hand, she opened her mouth, and pulled Ethan towards her so his erection was just resting on her lips. Fluttering her tongue along the tip, she took one of his hands and placed it on her breast, listening to the sound of his labored breathing as she just barely teased the head of his cock.

  “Oh yeah, just like that,” Ethan sighed, his eyes closed, as Anna began to ever-so-slowly pull him further into her mouth. She took his mushroom-shaped tip between her lips, and swirled her tongue around and around, feeling his hard grip tighter on her breast as she did so. She continued to circle her hips on Michael’s cock, enjoying the leisurely sensation of it, as Michael thrust up to meet her with every downswing. Anna felt so in control, so sexy, as she pushed even more of Ethan’s cock into her throat, swallowing as much as she dared, much to his delight. The sensation of being spread wide by two dicks was so utterly filthy, so depraved, that Anna couldn’t help smiling to herself. Here she was, a good library assistant, hungry, taking a pair of dicks at once? Who would have thought it?

  Michael began to pick up the pass below Anna, holding her hips still so he could slam into her at his own pace, a sensation that spread through every inch of her body. Anna focused on keeping Ethan in her mouth, reaching down to caress his balls as she did so; she assumed his gasp meant that he liked that. Sucking and licking at every millimeter of his erection, she knew that he wasn’t far from coming, and the thought started the build of another orgasm deep inside her. Reaching between her legs, she started to run her fingers over her clit, moaning a little as she did so, putting on a show for the lucky Ethan. He stared down at her, eyes wide, mouth open, until suddenly-

  “I want you to come on my face, Ethan.”

  Those few words were all it took, as Anna took him out of her mouth and allowed him to finish himself onto her waiting face, her tongue stuck out to catch any excess. Never before had she felt so depraved and dirty, as when Ethan spunked all over her pretty face while Michael, tipped over the edge by her words, did the same to her pussy. She felt her pussy tighten once again, spreading an orgasm all through her body as she cleaned the cum off Ethan’s cock. Slowly extracting him from her mouth, she looked up at him with wide eyes.

  “Same time next week?”

  Two Billionaire Boys

  “The mysterious stranger glanced at her in a way no one ever had before. She felt beautiful and naked all at once. It reminded her of the first time she had ever made love. A fractured beam of light pouring through the painted glass in her family’s barn, the hay, bunched up and scratching at her thighs, and of course, his. The memory of his face, chiseled and brawny, made her quiver with anticipation. She wondered if it could be the same man peering over at her this very night that hung heavy with disillusion. It had been long ago, after all, but his scent was still as strong as ever and clung to her in all the right places.”

  I slam my book shut and look up at the clock. 7:03pm. Monday nights are always the slowest. I start my shift at 3:00pm and things are hectic for about an hour, but then it all just ebbs away. Once the sun goes down and nightlife picks up, everyone forgets about the public library with the yellowish overhead lights and the warped windows. I’ve been working here since my freshman year at Montclair University. I was a photography major. I had been accepted to a few schools across the country, but after all was said and done, Montclair was the farthest I wanted to be from my parents in Millville and the closest I wanted to be to Ma
nhattan.

  I’ve always found Manhattan to be a romantic city. Everyone there seems to have a love/hate relationship with it. What is romance without conflict, anyway? I’ve never trusted myself to live there, though. Apart from the monumental rent, I worried I’d fall in love with the city so much that I’d never find the time to fall in love with a man. I go across the bridge when I can, but never stay too long. Like diving into an ocean, I fear I might not know when to come up for air.

  So I sit here behind the large, L-shaped, composite wood desk at the dusty Bellevue Avenue library reading romance novels until my eyes bleed to keep my mind off of the romance missing from my own life. And the sex. Oh God, do I miss sex. It’s been three years since I’ve had great sex. It was my junior year of college and with my TA. Now, the fact that he was my TA was reason enough, but he was so spiritual, so selfless. He made love the same way he took pictures. Every shot was more than what it seemed, told a story, and captured a moment that seemed to live on the longer a person looked at it.

  He had asked me to pose for him as part of his master thesis. It only took three photos for him to join me on the velvety leather couch, our hips moving to the beat of our own hearts, fluttering like butterflies in the wind. He was in impeccably good shape, tanned and muscular. My creamy white skin meshed well with his. He clutched my hand, our fingers intertwining with every thrust. I took every inch of him inside of me and felt completely and utterly whole. I climaxed three, maybe four times, and each time a coy smile stretched across his face. I felt free.