Warm and Sweet, Vol. 1

by Jolene Avonn

  What I’m saying is, everything Irina was doing made me come. I cried and gasped in shock and embarrassment. My pussy swelled tight around her fingers and I could feel my own juices running between my legs, covering the bedspread, and soaking her skilled hand.

  Irina sighed deeply, and then she withdrew.

  I turned back toward her, furious, my face burning red, my body still quaking. Irina was tracing her slick index finger over her lips.

  “Now, now Rachel,” she said. “You see how we can grant you amazing pleasures if only you would relax and consider my offer. I know you find us both attractive. I’ve felt your eyes on me, no? Your body tells me so.”

  I glared at her, then Calvin. He looked away.

  “All I’m asking you to do is join us on this night. And in the future, maybe you will be accepting a few...assignments. In exchange, well, you will get anything you want. We’ll make your career, right here, something that would take you years to accomplish. If ever.”

  I felt Irina lean forward on the bed, then her lips met my stomach just above the thin patch of hair above my pussy. She kissed me softly and moved down, pressing her lips into the hair, then her tongue met my wet lips and I gasped again. She was so soft, so gentle, her tongue so warm and tiny and light and...perfect. I made noises I won’t attempt to transcribe. I felt another rush of heat in my center and my juices seeped from my lips to hers as she lapped twice, three times, drinking my post-orgasm runnings as if they were an elixir. I almost passed out.

  Finally, she lifted her head.

  “Do you understand what I’m offering?” she said, her voice husky.

  I was still staring at the lamp on the bedside table.

  “Yes,” I said softly.

  “Do you still want me to let you go?”

  I took a deep breath. Her hand slid up my stomach, along my side, and stopped on my breast. The compression was electric. Every rational thought was overwhelmed by lust.

  “No,” I whispered. I turned back to look at Irina, who was kneeling between my legs and smiling.

  “Excellent,” she said, her voice harder again. “Then we shall begin immediately. I know Calvin is eager to get started.”

  Calvin stood up and pulled his shirt off. He dropped his pants and boxers in one quick move. He was ready, alright: his large cock was stiff and aimed right at the bed. His face was serious, his eyes dancing between Irina and me.

  “What shall we do first?” he said.

  “She will ride you,” she said. “And then I will join.” She crawled forward on the bed, hovering so close above me that her lace bra brushed against my nipples. Then she untied the velvet ropes holding my wrists and pulled me to a sitting position. Calvin untied my legs.

  Irina guided my arms behind my back, holding them tight.

  “Just in case,” she whispered. To Calvin, she said, “On the bed.”

  Calvin laid flat on the bed, his cock ramrod straight and quivering. Irina released my hands and said, “Fuck him with that wet pussy. Now. Straddle him and ride him like you wanted to before I walked in here. Fuck my husband. Fuck him hard.”

  I crawled along the bed until I was next to Calvin, then eased one leg over his torso and sat on his abdomen. I held my hands on his shoulders and couldn’t help throwing my head back and moaning. His abs were hard against my pussy. I could feel my wetness coating him. I slid down until I felt his cock rub against my ass and slide between my cheeks.

  Calvin grabbed my wrists and held them tight, pulling my face close to his.

  “She might get rough,” he whispered. “But it’s only because it’s your first time. She’s testing you. Don’t give in. Now...fuck me, Rachel. Don’t worry about her. Just fuck me.”

  He kept his grip hard around my wrists so all I could do was press my chest down against his, raising my hips, and wait for his cock head to slid against my sopping opening. I adjusted myself and then eased down slowly, savoring his girth and the delightful flashes of pain and pleasure as his cock slid home. I ground my hips as my clit found the base of his cock, then I shuddered.

  It felt good. I know it sounds crazy. I know I should have found a way to run for the hills. But Calvin was inside me. Deep. And it was good. To this day, no man has filled me like he did.

  I rolled my hips, twisting this way and that as I ground against Calvin’s pelvis and held his cock deep. He blinked hard, his breath coming in quick bursts.

  “You’re so tight,” he whispered. His eyes closed. “So good.”

  He started to thrust up into me, desperate to begin fucking. I wanted to hold out, to keep my slow grind going as a way of paying back his deliberate, torturous movements, but I couldn’t. I rose up and threw myself down, impaling myself on his cock with abandon.

  Calvin quickly wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug. I was crushed into his chest and pummeled by his dick. He threw himself in to me harder and harder. His breathing was ragged in my ear. He bit down on my neck and dug his nails in to my back and ass. We were like crazed beasts; or, he was. I was completely immobilized by his strong arms. I had to let myself go. I let the rush of endorphins flood me and I closed my eyes and my vision went white-red as pleasure took over.

  I think I growled. I know I shouted nonsense into his neck as the wet slaps of our bodies pounding together filled the room. That inner voice, my inner whore voice, was finally sated.

  YES YES YES OH GOD YES I LOVE THAT THICK COCK I WANT IT TO FILL ME UP AND SPLIT ME AND TWO.

  Then, just as I felt Calvin’s cock swell even more, I felt her climb on to the bed.

  Irina.

  I tried to turn to see what she was doing, but Calvin held me even tighter. Like he knew what was coming. He squeezed me so tight I could barely breathe. He slowed his pounding until we were almost still, trembling slightly, breathing in huge gulps of air. Sweat ran down my lower back. Irina’s hands gripped my ass hard. I felt Calvin’s pulse in his cock.

  “Be still, my darling,” she whispered. “This will only hurt for a moment.”

  “Wha – ahhhhh!” I cried out. She was pressing what felt like a giant cock right up against my pussy. Even with Calvin buried inside me, she was trying for more. I had no idea what was happening. I tried to twist right and left but Calvin’s grip was unbreakable. Irina pushed her cock slowly against me. My pussy stretched, a new kind of pain filling my core as she leaned forward and gripped down on my ass.

  “Yes, yes,” she moaned. “That’s very good. Only a little more now.”

  I couldn’t believe I was taking two cocks...or whatever it was that Irina was fucking me with. And she lied. There wasn’t just a little more. In the course of two or three slow, painful, brutal minutes, she pushed more and more of her huge, hard member in. Finally, she stopped. She leaned over me and whispered, “That’s it. Now you learn to take it.”

  Then she started to work her hips back and forth. Calvin resumed a slow rhythm of fucking, too, timed perfectly with his wife. They fucked me like that, both burying themselves deep, as I struggled to breathe under Irina’s weight and the wide, heavy grip Calvin’s muscular arms. The pain made me squeeze my eyes shut. I started to beg them to stop.

  “No more, please, please,” I moaned. “It hurts.”

  “It will get better,” Irina said calmly. “Trust me, Rachel. Take our two cocks. Take them. Submit. Take them.”

  And to my surprise, after the couple had worked themselves in and out of me a dozen times, I began to feel my pussy adapt and react to their fucking. I could take them. Yes, I was stretched wide and there was still pain, but the pain was...delicious. I felt my hips twitch in response, pushing back at Irina as she fucked harder. Calvin released me a tiny bit and as my nipples slid across his sweaty chest the sensation was electric.

  I could turn slightly now, and I saw our reflection in a large mirror across the room. Irina was kneeling behind me, nude except for the strap-on harness and dildo with which she was fucking me. She was beautiful. Her nipples were erect, her chest flushed
, and her thighs and ass flexing with each thrust. I was in a trance as I watched the image of my body being used so thoroughly by the couple. I stared into my own eyes and saw a raw, savage lust.

  I cried out, “Yes!” and surprised myself.

  “Take that cock!” Irina yelled. She slapped me hard on the ass.

  “Yes!” I shouted again as she grabbed at my hair. “Fuck me, you fucking assholes! Fuck me harder!”

  That spurred on Irina and Calvin, and soon we were all completely overcome by the fucking and making noises like rutting animals. Calvin was thrusting so hard that both Irina and I were bouncing up off the bed. I heard my voice like it was far away – a steady “Unh Unh Unh Unh” in time with the cocks bottoming out in my pussy.

  “I...I’m going to come,” Calvin groaned, right before I felt his cockhead swell and release a huge spurt of come.

  “Take him deep,” Irina moaned, and from the noises she was making I knew she was close.

  I was so completely filled that every spasm of Calvin’s cock thrilled me, making my pussy throb at the same time, and I came hard as he filled me with thick streams. Irina yanked on my hair and screamed as she came, too, burying her strap-on cock along with Calvin’s real dick, pushing so deep that I yelped and collapsed once more on Calvin. I couldn’t move. I made strange guttural noises. My eyes were only half-open and most of the room was a blur. My orgasm seemed to last forever. My thighs shook and the mix of come, sweat, and my cream coated all of us. It was all sensation, no thought: heat, wetness, trembling bodies, deep breaths, and I eventually lost consciousness, gasping against Calvin’s hard chest.

  When I awoke minutes later, I was on my back under the covers. Calvin had an arm around me and Irina was between my legs. She was lapping at my pussy. She drank from me, still ravaging me with her eager mouth and tongue. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. I looked up at Calvin, trying to find the ability to ask him something, anything, but I couldn’t form words. Irina inserted a finger into my ass and stroked against the tight ring of muscle like she was summoning me. I came again even though I couldn’t even be sure I was truly awake. Soon she had fingers in both entrances and shockwaves pulsed along my spine.

  Irina was relentless. She allowed me no rest. She never stopped pleasuring me that night, whether with her mouth, her hands, or her strap-on. She didn’t let me sleep or pass out. She slapped me awake in time to watch myself get rocked by orgasm after orgasm. My entire body was on fire. I was exhausted and delirious. I laughed and cried at once. I squeezed my legs tight around Irina’s head, trying to choke her out, but she shrugged off my efforts. I was too weak. There was nothing I could do. Calvin stroked my hair and occasionally cupped my breasts. He kissed me, his hot tongue plunging against mine and sending me into a dream state. I couldn’t tell whose tongue was where. I thrust my hips at the mouth near my pussy and came again and again, my body flopping wildly, my mouth open in a silent scream.

  Finally, as the dildo penetrated me again and my body seemed about to shut down, I found the power to whisper:

  I submit. I am yours. I am your slave. Whatever you want, Irina. Whatever you want. I am broken.

  She slowly withdrew the dildo from my ravaged pussy and eased away. Her lips were plump and a deep red, the lipstick gone and the soft flesh enflamed. She smiled softly, and then left me and Calvin in the bed. I slept.

  At noon the next day I opened my eyes and both of the Rutledges were gone. There was a note on the nightstand, and a manila envelope.

  The note read:

  Rachel:

  You have acquitted yourself very well. Thank you for your service to the Rutledge campaign. Enclosed, you will find your first assignment.

  Congratulations on your promotion to Senior Campaign Advisor. We look forward to your continued excellence.

  Best,

  Calvin Rutledge

  Irina Rutledge

  I tried to get out of bed but I couldn’t stand. My entire body ached. I stayed in bed until I was forced to go in search of dinner. I took a shower before I left, pausing to sit on the edge of the tub when my legs shook too much to keep me upright.

  My assignment packet contained specific instructions for Calvin’s most important speech of the campaign. He’d be addressing a large town hall meeting two days later. I wasn’t sure how I’d manage, but I knew I’d find a way to meet Irina’s requirements. I’d gone down the rabbit hole. I no longer questioned her.

  ~~~

  The day after I was broken, I walked into campaign headquarters and saw that I had my own office. The other interns glared at me. They chattered in low voices as soon as I sat in my new chair. I didn’t care. I called one in and told her to buy me coffee from a coffee sixteen blocks away.

  “Not the one around the corner,” I said. “Go to the independently owned place, make sure they notice. We don’t do corporate chains. Now hurry!”

  It wasn’t difficult to assume the role. All I had to do was channel Irina. After what I’d done with them, the secret of our savage threesome gave me a sense of unlimited power. I knew something that nobody else did. I was the chosen one. It would be a long, long time before I learned how wrong I was.

  But that’s a story for another day.

  ~~~

  A minute to go before Calvin took the stage for his speech. I took a deep breath. Everything was set up properly.

  I was hidden inside the podium, which was more or less a tall, three-sided wooden cabinet with a platform on top for Calvin’s papers and water. There was plenty of room for me to kneel.

  Irina was the only person at the side of the stage. It had taken me thirty minutes to clear everyone else out and make sure they knew not to approach the area. All cameras, attendees, and staff were in the audience in front of Calvin. Irina stood near a small tower of spotlights and nodded nearly imperceptibly when I leaned out for a final peek.

  I glanced at my notes. There was a strict timetable.

  Calvin came out to loud applause. It was apparent that he knew about the plan, as well. By the time he reached the podium and leaned against it, I could see the faint outline of his swelling cock.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “thank you so much for coming out today.”

  On cue, I unzipped his pants and tugged his shirt tails out of the way. As I was told in the assignment, Calvin wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I pulled his cock free and placed my lips on the tip. I waited like that, occasionally swirling my tongue around the tip.

  Calvin paused.

  “Uh, excuse me.” He coughed, and then composed himself. “I’m here today to announce a major initiative.”

  I took an inch of his cock into my mouth, slowly.

  “This is going to change the race for Senate.”

  Another inch of the now fully erect member. I braced myself on Calvin’s firm thighs and moved my head up and down, my jaw slack and my lips loose on his shaft as I pulled back and pushed forward.

  Calvin continued with his talking points as I slowly relaxed my throat and consumed his full length. I pressed my lips against the base of his dick and breathed out slowly, a trail of spit dripping down along his balls when I slid back for a deeper breath.

  Irina would be watching. If I was positioned correctly, she’d see my face pressed hard against her husband’s crotch. Nobody else would know. I wanted to perform well for her. I cupped Calvin’s balls with one hand and squeezed them gently, again right on cue.

  He stumbled on his words and had to start over. Still, the audience was eating him up. He was warm, charismatic, and self-deprecating. I’m sure his face was a nice rosy red, too.

  His legs started to shake. My timing was impeccable.

  I bobbed up and down faster as Calvin approached the conclusion of his speech. A soft, sloppy slurp escaped my lips in the middle of a round of applause and I slid back and covered my mouth in reflexive reaction. I couldn’t help it – I giggled. This was crazy. Ludicrous. Just a thin piece of plywood separated me from five hu
ndred people, fifteen cameras, and the end of a politician’s career.

  When I reattached myself to Calvin, I sucked even harder. I let one hand slip under my skirt, and when my fingers brushed against my pussy (another instruction: no underwear of any sort for me), they came away dripping. I added my juices to Calvin’s shaft and jerked him while I sucked. It was time. His sweet-salty precum began to seep on to my lips.

  “And with that, I thank you all for listening to my little ol’ speech,” Calvin said, triumphant. “I’m truly honored – ”

  He came. His voice choked off for an instant as I sucked hard and squeezed the base of his cock. The immediate urge to swallow consumed me, but I held off, holding the head of his dick against my tongue and letting the jets of semen splash against the back of my throat and then pool there. The mix of spit and come sloshed forward and I tried my best to gather it in my cheeks. It was the most important part of the assignment: DO NOT WASTE A DROP.

  “— to have the chance to represent the fine people of Colorado,” Calvin finished. His voice cracked on the last syllable, but nobody noticed as the applause rained down. Calvin staggered backwards a half-step and his cock flopped free. I quickly reached out and zipped him up, then ducked down into the podium. He waved to the crowd and then hurried off to the side.

  I huddled, mouth full of Calvin’s load, for what felt like an eternity. I had to wait for everyone to leave the auditorium, and then I had to meet Irina and Calvin at a receiving line in a ballroom next door. I closed my eyes and steadied myself. After the hurried blowjob, it was hard to breathe only through my nose. A drip of spit and come fell from my mouth.