“I bet you were a cute kid,” was Kane’s remark. “Real cute.”
That comment made her blush while shaking her head.
“Hardly. More like I was awkward and unfortunate-looking. In school I was picked on and bullied all the time. But,” she said taking a deep breath. “All that’s over now. I hope, at least. I’m an adult, it’s in the past.”
Somehow, I wasn’t so sure. The girl’s pretty face still had some shadows, but I wasn’t going to push.
“If we’d been there, we’d have made sure no one ever made you feel bad, sweetheart,” I growled reassuringly.
“We would have been your knights in shining armor,” added Kane, half in jest, but half-serious too.
“Trust me,” rumbled Tyler. “My bros and I would have whipped all those fucking punks into shape.”
Katie smiled a little, taking a deep breath, boobs rising up and out.
“Thank you guys for saying that. I appreciate it. Because Elaine was actually the one who became my defender, my bodyguard. I know you think she’s crazy, but she’s stepped up more than once. That crazy blonde kept the kids from going to hard on me.”
Our expressions were probably priceless. Really, Bridezilla did all that? No way. It seemed impossible. Elaine was all about her, and no one else.
But the brunette nodded slowly, confirming the incredible.
“Yes, Elaine is a good person once you get to know her. I agree, the wedding wasn’t her best moment,” she said wryly. “Even I wanted to strangle her that day, but trust me. She has her moments, and she’s been a good friend for years.”
If Katie felt that way about her pal, then maybe, and it was a big maybe, we needed to give the girl a chance. Maybe Bobby wasn’t doomed after all to a life of screeching invective and ear-splitting complaints.
But Katie wanted to know about us too.
“What about you guys, what were you like growing up? I’m sure you weren’t just born billionaires, charismatic and commanding. Once upon a time, there were three little boys up to no good.”
A shout of laughter rose from the table.
“You’re right on the money, sweetheart. We were a bunch of fucking troublemakers growing up,” grunts Tyler. “This fucker,” he says, nodding at me, “practically went to juvie but dodged it at the last minute. And this fucker,” he says, nodding at Kane, “was cited for drunk driving, but got off scot free. Wonder how that happened,” he drawls.
The three of us shared a look. Clearly, the female police officer left happy as a clam, her lady parts sated once Kane worked his magic.
But then the mood turned serious.
“But we went to college and got straightened out. College does that to you, you know?”
“Oh really?” asked Katie curiously, small chin resting on her fist. “How did that happen? My college years were boring,” she admitted. “I didn’t do much but study,” she said with a blush.
Of course. Katie never would have looked at us back then, we were wild animals roving on campus, banging girls left and right. This sweetness wouldn’t have touched us with a ten-foot pole.
But the answer was easy.
“It’s simple,” I stated, shrugging my shoulders. “Our parents cut us off. We were living the high life on Mom and Dad’s dime, going buck wild because there were no consequences. Money solves a lot of problems, but after one too many fuck-ups, they cut the lifeline.”
Katie looked between us curiously.
“All three of you? At once?”
“All four of us,” corrected Tyler. “Bobby too. Although he didn’t deserve it, he was more along for the ride. The voice of reason so to speak, if he could get through to our ham brains. We weren’t too good at listening those days.”
Katie nodded, eyes wide.
“So what happened once you guys were cut off?” she asked quietly. “Did you start studying like crazy to get scholarships?”
A shout of laughter rang out again.
“Study? Hardly honey. Can you imagine us in the library?” I asked, gesturing to my buds. “Nothing could make us sit still back then. No sweetheart, we got jobs. We got jobs doing anything that would pay for food and shelter, not to mention books and tuition. I started working construction, and then going to school at night. Tyler was an intern at some Mom and Pop accounting shop. And Kane,” I said, smirking at my friend. “Worked in the cafeteria. That’s why the food today is so good. This asshole started cooking twenty years ago.”
Katie’s eyes were wide, but the neurons were firing now.
“So that’s how you began your careers, isn’t it?” she asked slowly, gaze flitting between our big forms. “That’s how you got started in property development, right Mason? By doing construction, working with your hands. And Tyler’s a CFO now, working at some international accountancy, while Kane owns a chain of restaurants, head of a major food conglomerate. That’s how you did it, isn’t it?” she asks, tilting her head.
We nod.
“Sure thing, sweetheart. We began at the bottom, working with our hands. People want to think that there were silver chariots taking us to the top, but naw, honey. It was grit, hard work, and a lot of sweat the whole way.”
Katie nodded then, eyes wide, that pink pucker slightly open.
“Knowing this,” she says slowly, voice trailing off. “Knowing this, I think ….”
A sudden pause.
“Knowing this, what?” I asked teasingly. “Does it make you want to do construction or food preparation?”
“No!” she smiles at my jest. “It just …” her voice trails off once more.
“Spit it out, sweetheart,” growls Kane. “What is it?”
She smiles once more tremulously.
“It’s just that,” she says in a whisper. “It’s just that knowing this makes me love you more.”
A pause for a moment as her sentence sinks in. Because shit, the words hit the spot. This female is ours. Her heart, body and soul belong to us. And we need her, hard, fast and now, branding that curvy form so that she never forgets.
Like predators, we pounce, stripping off Katie’s clothes right at the dining room table.
“Oh!” she squeals, eyes wide and shocked. But her body tells a different story. Those big boobies bounce, pink nipples hard and aroused. And her slit’s already dripping, a smear of fragrant pussy fluid on those creamy thighs.
“Aw fuck, honey,” I breathe, inhaling deeply of that female musk. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”
She trembles like a doe.
“I’m always like this around you,” the female confesses in a whisper. “My pussy’s always soft and gushy, it needs you.”
And shit, but who are we to say no? Because Katie’s getting it tonight, the three-way deep drill. There’s no way to stop the assault, no way to say no. She’s ours, and the female submits entirely.
“Yes,” she cries out as we lower her to the carpeted floor. “Yes, yes.”
The girl on her hands and knees, big boobies dangling and swaying beneath her narrow torso.
“Say it,” I grunt. “Say it, loud and clear.”
The brunette’s eyes are squeezed shut, but they open then, wide and giving.
“Yes,” she pants once more. “Yes, I need you. All of you.”
And moving in unison, we do it then. We plug all three of her holes with our cocks. Tyler slithers beneath that female form, seizing her mouth in a kiss while squeezing those giant tits. Then he fucks his cock upwards into her cunt so she’s riding him, spreading those sweet folds.
“Ahhh!” the female cries out. “Oh oh!”
But the squeals are muffled because at the same time, Kane’s pushing his fuckpole between that pink pout. So all that comes out is a helpless, “Mmmph, mmmph!” as the girl’s stuffed twice.
And shit, but there’s my job as well. Lining up behind that big white butt, I tease her asshole for a bit with the tip of my glans. Damn, my dick’s so wet already, the pre-cum running in a river from my hole. But it’s nece
ssary, damn necessary, given what I’m about to do.
“Stay still honey,” I growl. “Stay still while I push in.”
With two holes fucked already, Katie can do nothing but quiver as I pry her anus open with my cock. Oh yeah, it’s real tough this time, Tyler’s already in her vag, taking up some of the space. But I won’t give up, this girl is the answer to our dreams, and she can accommodate us all.
So grinding my hips a bit, I increase the pressure, and that anus opens with an audible pop, her sphincter giving way. Aw, shit yeah. My pole slides into her butt on one smooth stroke, balls quivering as they bounce off Tyler’s mansacks below.
“Shit, baby girl,” I grunt. “You’re such a butt slut. Took it in one stroke this time, like a real whore. You like that, sweetheart? You like fat cocks in all your holes?”
But how can the sweet girl reply? She’s stuffed full every which way and all that escapes is a plaintive whimper as her body trembles lusciously.
“Mmmph, mmmph!” comes the cry, torso shivering as her pussy and ass spasm on their own. “Mmmph!” she squeals, cheeks hollowing as she vacuums Kane’s dick into her mouth.
And we begin riding her in earnest. Tyler and I start up a syncopated rhythm down below. He goes in, I slide out, and then the other way around, so that there’s always dick in one of her holes. It’s dirty, I can feel his pole sliding against mine through Katie’s thin vaginal wall, the friction so fucking nasty.
Meanwhile, Kane’s fucking her mouth like a champ. I glance up for a moment and see his python edging its way down that sweet throat, the tip moving visibly downwards, choking the girl a bit.
“Ease up,” I gasp while humping her butt furiously. “She’s got too much goin’ on, it’s goin’ too fast.”
But Kane refuses, putting one big hand on the girl’s jaw.
“Open,” he croons like a man talking to a baby. “Open wide, concentrate on the fucking that’s going on below and your throat will relax on its own.”
His words do the trick because Katie’s pussy squirts hard then, wetness gushing over my balls. But at the same time, her mouth opens wider and Kane’s fuckpole creeps even deeper down that swan-like neck. I can literally see the tip of his dick moving downwards and it’s so disgusting yet amazing at once.
“Fuck yeah,” grunts Tyler beneath me. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”
Because the experience is incredible. How many girls can really do this? How many females who were recently virgins can handle three monster cocks attached to three demanding, possessive men? Just Katie. And even though we’ve only been fucking this sweet body for a matter of minutes, my balls go high and tight, ready to shoot.
What the fuck? This never happens. Usually it’s the opposite. I can pound a girl for hours without spurting, it takes a lot to bring me to the edge.
But with Katie, everything’s different. The old rules? Out the window like they never existed. A previous way of life? All gone, total history. Because yeah, I’m about to blast like a fifteen year-old adolescent living a wet dream. And like a firehose gone crazy, it happens with no warning.
“Aw shit,” I grunt. “Aw shit, aw shit!”
Semen jets out then, flooding the sweet girl’s rectum with bubbly white. Again and again, my dick jerks, unloading a hot deposit that’s all for her. Simultaneously, Tyler’s hips go crazy, the pounding relentless.
“FUCK!” he roars. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And I literally feel it through the brunette’s thin vaginal wall. His cock twitches and spasms in her puss before jetting hot streams of white up that sweet canal, painting those channels with his special brand of baby batter. The nastiness drives me to new heights, setting off another round of sprays, the girl fully drenched in male cum both ways.
“Mmmph!” Katie screams, pussy and ass milking us spasmodically. “Mmmph, mmph!”
But Kane isn’t gonna miss out on the fun either. Grabbing the brunette’s curls, he holds her head tight while those hips go crazy, pounding her mouth like a piston.
“Fuck,” comes a grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And with that Kane erupts as well, lash after lash of hot goodness spurting into the girl’s throat, a choking, sputtering sound accompanying the powerful blasts.
But Katie’s a champ. This sweet thing was made for taking three men and after an initial struggle, she swallows like a pro, gulping like a madwoman. At the same time, her pussy and ass give it up, shuddering around us, breasts swaying to and fro as that curvy female form finds its own ecstasy, soaring over the edge doing what it was made to do.
Pleasuring men.
Making us come.
Making us blast like cannons, milking our balls dry.
Because Katie’s perfect. Not many women can take three men simultaneously. A lot of ladies would buck and cry, saying, “No, no, I can’t!”
But not our brunette. From the very beginning, she’s been open-minded and willing, giving her virginity to us, letting us explore every soft curve and crevice of that precious body.
And as our relationship deepened, so has her understanding of men. Because willingly, wantonly, she shows herself to us now, offering up everything, body, mind and soul.
And we take, absolutely. We want this sweet filly, everything she has to give. But what happens next? We’ve got a plane to catch, business to run up north. Is she gonna be happy as our plaything? We’ll come back to Knox every now and then. But is that enough for the sweet girl?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Katie
Last night was magical with the guys. The way we talked and shared over dinner. I never knew they had difficult pasts, working their way up the corporate ladder. For some reason, they gave the illusion that success was simple and straightforward, almost like magic.
But that’s not true because Mason, Kane and Tyler work. They’re powerful billionaires, and they didn’t get this way without putting their nose to the grindstone. So I could feel myself spiraling, throwing myself off the cliff, like I was headed into rainbow-colored abyss where only good things happen.
Because I’ve fallen for the billionaires big time. Who wouldn’t? They’re powerful, assertive, with razor-sharp minds. Not to mention devastatingly sexy with the bodies of gods. And after the amazing dinner, we had a session right there on the living room rug. Holy smokes, but when you mix sex and love, the physical just gets better.
Because it was mind-blowing.
Fantastical.
Beyond my wildest expectations.
And as a result, I’ve given myself to three men. Completely and truly, I’m lost now, diving in free fall, and it’s the best thing ever. Whatever they want, I’ll do. I’ll transform myself into a doll for them. I’ll let them use me for their pleasure. I’ll let them take my body, releasing again and again.
But it’s more than that. Because all that doll stuff is dumb. Mason, Kane and Tyler want me to be me. Can you believe it? They want me, Katie Evans, to be my true self, the best version of me.
Because once we finished on the rug, I sat up, dazed, virile sperm trailing from three separate places.
“Umm,” I moaned, head still spinning. “Ummm.”
I couldn’t manage much more than that, completely overwhelmed. But the billionaires were on it. Kane grabbed a towel from the bathroom and immediately began sponging gently between my legs. Mason kissed me, lapping the spunk from my lips, and Tyler swiped a hotel bathrobe, wrapping my form in clean, terrycloth comfort.
“Oh,” I murmured, shaking my head. “This is better than the best spa treatment.”
“You got it, sweet thing,” growled Mason, licking his lips. “But we’ve got more coming. Being with us is a thousand times better than any massage or mani-pedi.”
I flushed immediately.
“Of course,” was my gentle sigh. “Of course, because I get to have you in me. That doesn’t happen during a massage.”
The men’s eyebrows raised.
“I hope not,” growled Tyler. “Otherwise, damn! I’ve
been going to the wrong places.”
And I laughed out loud then, loving their senses of humor. But Kane finished cleaning between my legs and blew a kiss down there before pressing my thighs together.
“Sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head. “We’re better than any spa because we want what’s best for you. Those places a way to let go and relax, but we want to take you to a higher plane.”
I nodded again.
“Of course,” was my soft reply. “I love being with you, you make me feel so good.”
“Physically yes,” growled Tyler. “But there’s more to it. We want you to quit your job honey, and start that non-profit you’ve always dreamed of.”
What?
My mouth opened, and then snapped shut.
They couldn’t mean it.
How?
Why?
I shook my head then.
“I don’t know what you mean,” came my soft murmur. “Because there’s no way it can happen. Knox is a middle-income town, and we don’t have enough donors for seed money. Even if I emptied my bank account,” I said, flushing and looking down. “It’s nowhere near enough. I would, but we wouldn’t be able to survive, not in the long term.”
But this is where having billionaires on your side makes a difference. Because the alphas’ eyes gleamed, the blue so startling that my breath caught.
“Honey, we’ve got it all set up for you,” Mason growled. “The bankers, the accountants, the lawyers, you’re gonna meet with them Monday to get this show on the road. We’re gonna help you start your own non-profit, doing good for kids in Knox.”
I gasped.
“Bu- but why?” was my stammer. “I mean, it’s for low-income children, yes, but why are you pulling out all the stops? There are so many worthy causes, what makes my idea stand out? Not that the children of Knox don’t deserve it,” I added hastily. “We appreciate your generosity so much. This is just out of the blue,” I managed in an emotional tone.
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