Woman of the House: A Dark MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  As I come, Liam reaches for my tits and squeezes them harshly; at the same time, I feel a spasm going through his cock. As if it were contagious, Carter’s cock starts to pulse harshly inside my pussy. They’re close; no, fuck, they’re already at the point of no return.

  Moving with the urgency of impending doom, I push my body forward, forcing both cocks out of me. My heart drumming a song of lust, I climb down from the bed and go down on my knees.

  “All. Over. Me.” I say between hard breaths, my ribcage feeling as if it were about to explode with each breath I take. I throw my head back and look up at the mirror, seeing everything unfold through our reflections: Liam and Carter get out of the bed and stand over me, their massive cocks pulsing harshly as they grab them. Without me needing to tell them what to do, they start to stroke themselves, their ravenous eyes devouring my naked body. I feel my own fluids dripping down my thighs and onto the floor, and that just makes me want what’s to come even more.

  As if the three of us were in sync, I open my mouth at the exact same moment thick ropes of cum start to gush from their cocks. White strands hit me straight in the face, coating my skin and tongue in semen. They keep cumming as if they had a never-ending fountain inside of them, their cocks spurting a raging river all over me.

  I grab my own breasts and start to run my fingers back and forth, smearing their warm cum all over my tits and chest. With two fingers, I scoop some of the cum that’s dripping down between my breasts, and then I take them to my mouth; parting my lips, I slide my fingers in and suck them dry, Liam’s and Carter’s raw saltiness coating my mouth.

  Their cocks still spasming, they start to aim them at my chest; my face is already covered in cum, and they want to cover all the rest of my body. It drips down my neck and chest, down to my stomach and then further down, my already drenched pussy turning into a wet mess of fluids.

  “Look at the mess you’ve made, boys,” I moan and purr, looking down from the mirror at them. I smear their cum all over my chest, an invitation flashing in my eyes. They exchange a glance, almost as if they were communicating telepathically, and then go down on their knees. I lean back, supporting myself with just my elbows, and part my legs wide. Knowing what I want, they lean in at the same time, opening their mouths as they reach for my pussy. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel their tongues running along my folds, scooping the mess of fluids that coats me.

  They devour everything, licking every single drop of semen in my pussy, and then they start running their tongues up to my stomach. Laying flat on the floor, I arch my back as they kiss me all over, their lips sliding over my glistening skin. They go all the way up to my mouth, their hungry lips reaching for mine; I kiss them both, my tongue sliding inside their mouths one at a time and scooping up the cum they hold there. Our mouths brimming with cum, we look at each other and swallow at the same time. Just like that, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. A perfect ending to a perfect fuck; sorry if I’m crass, but I’m way past being shy. After meeting Liam and Carter, I’ve locked away all of the decency a woman should maintain between the walls..

  Looking up at the mirror, I smile at my own reflection. The world might not understand, but it doesn’t matter—we’re here, we’re together.

  And we love each other.

  66

  Epilogue

  I feel Carter’s hand squeeze my ass through the thin material of my skirt. He soon just loses patience and lifts it up. I whimper and bite my lip to stay quiet. If anyone caught us, it would be another scandal. And say what you will, hun, but I’m done with political scandals after the last one that almost took us all down last year.

  Although, to be quite honest, ever since we had that scandal, a lot has changed.

  Like what, you’re probably wondering, huh?

  “Oh, yes,” Carter moans as my hand travels inside of his pants and grabs his cock. His trousers are unbuckled and I’m jerking him as quietly as I can. I wonder briefly if anyone can hear us, but the roar of the crowd on the other side of the curtain is too loud. My hand uses his own precum to lube his cock, and I wonder if I’m going to make him cum or not. It might be kind of a mess if I got Carter Andrews to cum right now. There’s not really a bathroom in sight, and he’d have a giant wet spot when he gushed out a gallon of his semen onto his pants.

  But then he sticks a finger inside of my pussy and I forget everything. I close my eyes as Carter starts kissing my neck and working his finger in a come hither motion against my G-spot. This is so good. Just the perfect pick me up that I needed this morning.

  So, you know about stuff changing; this is one of them, by the way. Carter is now a lot more comfortable getting frisky in public. He’s often the one suggesting it. I mean, Carter being Carter is never going to actually come out and say it. But the way he touches me. Or the way his eyes smolder I know what he wants.

  And who would blame him? One year since the deal that Liam, Carter, and I put through the job of being Governor has become infinitely easier. A few amendments to the environmental legislation that Liam and Carter and I worked out mean that factories and industries don’t just shut down anymore. Businesses are no longer discouraged from investing in the state.

  No, rather, they receive tax credits that allow them to upgrade and refit their factories to be less polluting. The businesses aren’t saddled with huge costs, in fact they’re saddled with no costs. The environmentalists are happy because with more people using them the technology gets cheaper and cheaper. And the jobs—the jobs keep pouring in. Not just the assembly line, factory, and manufacturing jobs, but the industries that have sprung up virtually overnight that specialize in retooling and refitting these factories.

  It’s hard to believe, but the state is going through something of an economic rebirth. It’s got politicians across both sides of the aisle talking about copying what’s going on here.

  But probably more important than anything else, it’s got both sides talking. The era of hopelessness, where people couldn’t get past the arguments of the other side seems to be declining. People are realizing the power of the American spirit that by working together and standing together we can be more united.

  Sure, we still have problems. They go on and on. But we’re making progress finally. And it’s infectious.

  And to think, all it needed was a threesome.

  Speaking of threesome, where is…

  That’s when I feel another pair of hands reach over and pull down my thong as Carter takes his fingers out. Before I can respond, I feel the tip of a cock pulsing against my ass cheeks. I grimace in pleasure as I feel it pressing against me. Into me.

  I bend over slightly onto Carter to give Liam an angle. And I feel his cock, parting my pussy lips. I’m already wet; that’s not a problem. In one swift stroke, he fills me up.

  “Ungh,” I grunt, and bite my lip again.

  The state and the nation was a lot more accepting of whatever Carter, Liam, and I got up to once we proved to them that we could bring back jobs and save their environment—something that because of special interests not many politicians were able to do.

  And the fact of the matter is…I’m in love. With two men. A strong and silent alpha who I look up to, as well as a bad boy who drives me crazy with desire. Both men have something unique that I couldn’t ever find ever find in just one man. I guess that’s why I never settled down. I was always looking.

  But I can stop now.

  The roar of the crowd continues and I know we can’t keep doing this forever. This can’t be like the five-hour sex sessions that we’ve had in the past, where each man takes turns fucking me before both of them please me simultaneously.

  It’s true, hun. I really am the center of both their relationships. They pleasure me and throw me into an orbit that I’ve never been in.

  I turn to Carter, jerking him harder. I pull his cock out and spit onto it, a fierce urgency in my eyes. He grunts. I can tell he’s close.

  Liam can sense the
urgency in my body too, and he increases his thrusts. This is going to be…

  Oh, my. I feel Liam’s cock throb inside of me and all of a sudden, with Carter’s hands twisting my nipples, I feel weightless.

  I close my eyes. They roll back into my head. I’m losing my grip on reality. Every sense is feeling sharp bursts of pleasure amid a slow boil that’s getting hotter.

  “Fuck,” Liam breathes out harshly and I can feel his cock spasm inside me.

  That’s enough to push me over the edge. With their two hard bodies pushed against me, I bite my lip from crying out as an orgasm washes over me.

  I shudder, moaning into Carter’s neck as I feel his cock start to spasm. Liam’s slid my thong down to my legs and I’d stepped out of it and I feel Carter’s cum hit my pussy lips. Through my wracking shudders of orgasm, I feel the interior of my pussy contract around Liam’s cock, and he lets out a grunt and within moments I can feel him spurt.

  Pleasure clouds my sense of time. All I can feel is Liam squirting inside of me. All I can feel is Carter shooting onto me.

  Eventually, after I don’t know how long, my eyes adjust to my surroundings. I hear the crowd again. They’re still cheering.

  My breathing is ragged, and my heart is racing, but I bend over as Liam pulls out and put my thong back on.

  Carter uses his finger to smear some of his own juices on my pussy.

  Good, I want them both inside me when I go on stage.

  It’ll be something only the three of us know. And you too, babe. But you’ve been with us from the beginning, so you’re like a sister to me in a way. We can have a drink and laugh about it later. How Liam and Carter’s semen are mingling inside of me, dripping down my legs as I stand and gave a speech to 15,000 people.

  We sort of got lucky when this section of the backstage area was uninhabited. A quick word to my staff and they made sure no one came in or out or bothered the three of us until it was time to go on stage. They’re good like that—giving us privacy.

  By now, Carter and Liam have put their cocks back in their pants and we’re trying to get as cleaned up as possible. There’s a mirror next to us (why didn’t we use that?) and I make sure my hair is okay.

  Listen, I know Alexis told you at the beginning to suspend your disbelief so you’re just going with it watching us have sex at this rally, but let me just tell you there is almost nothing like knowing your about to cum with this many people around you.

  Or knowing that you’ve been filled up with obscene amounts of another man’s spunk and then talking to people and they have no idea. As the two men stand by, looking innocent.

  Okay, there is no way they look innocent of anything. But no one would believe what we did.

  That’s my life. That’s our life. A happy life, I’ll be the first to admit. One where we support and help each other. Where we love each other. We take care of each other.

  A family unit—unconventional—but nevertheless a beautiful one.

  Something worth fighting for. Something that gives me hope.

  At long last, Joyce and Ida, my campaign manager and press secretary, walk back stage.

  Joyce sniffs the air a bit. I bite my lip. Does it smell like sex?

  But if that’s what she thinks, then she keeps it to herself. “They’re ready for you, Senator,” Joyce says.

  I nod and follow her to the edge of the curtain. I can hear myself be introduced.

  Yes, it’s been a good year. All of our political careers are on the rise. Liam is going to run for Governor next year. Carter is going to run for my Senate seat. And I’m…

  Oh wait…they just announced me. I walk out on stage and take the podium.

  The cameras flash. But this time to capture history. The people look up with attention, but this time with love.

  “Thank you all,” I say into the microphone and pause. Thank God I met Liam. And Carter. “Ladies and gentlemen of Iowa, I am here today to formally announce my candidacy for President of the United States.”

  Like I said. It’s been a great year.

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  Mr. Billionaire Boss thinks that he’s going to own me? Well, you wanna know what I say? Let the buyer beware…

  So what if he has more money than God?

  So what that he’s so handsome that he can halt New York City traffic as people stop to stare at him.

  At those gorgeous eyes, that ripped physique, and that huge bulge in his pants that can only be his…wait, can it even be THAT big?

  Whatevs. As he’s getting admired, I’m stealing his cab. Sorry, bub. This is the big city. You snooze, you lose. Right?

  Wrong.

  Because Apollo Kane is more than just some hapless New Yorker who lost a cab to me.

  He’s my new boss. Oh no!

  That only leaves one thing unanswered…

  How badly is he gonna punish me?

  And how much am I gonna like it?

  *** It’s the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Boss in this second installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sexy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happy Ending? Always, babe ***

  67

  Ashley

  I wake up slowly, surfacing in a groggy fog. My head is pounding and I’m not sure if I want to be awake, but there’s some reason…

  Something I need to…

  There’s this nagging worry at the back of my mind…What the fuck am I worried about?

  I shoot up in bed, shoving my hair out of my eyes. The guy lying next to me—Mike? Dave? Troy?—is snoring away.

  “Wake up,” I say, shaking his shoulder.

  “Wha…?” he asks blearily.

  “I have to go to work,” I say, swinging my legs out of bed, heading for my bathroom, “and you need to get out of my apartment.”

  “Oh,” he says, disappointed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. “Are you sure you aren’t up for a little morning fucking?”

  I poke my head around the corner of the bathroom and glare daggers at him. “I am late,” I say, enunciating every word, “and you need to get the fuck out of my apartment. Pronto.” I run through a sponge bath that barely covers the basics, and then hit my closet. I rummage through my clothes, trying to find something that I can throw together that won't look like I threw it together.

  Morning fucking. Is he fucking with me right now? I brought him home last night, hoping to finally get some, but nope, he just fell asleep on me, too drunk out of his mind to fuck. Now my six-month itch is six-months-and-one-day old, and I have to go to work horny.

  Again.

  I peek my head around the corner, making sure he's moving his ass, and he is.

  Slowly.

  I consider throwing a shoe at him to hurry things along, but then decide to hold back.

  For the moment. I’m not above chucking the shoe if need be. A nice stiletto would get his attention, right?

  I finally settle on my low-cut lilac silk shirt and black pencil skirt, ‘cause I know it’ll emphasize my curves just right. My immediate boss, Dick Henningford, is a lecherous old man who forgives his female employees almost anything, as long as they wear the right clothing. I’m not above using this to my advantage.

  And anyway, I have a feeling that this morning, I’ll need his forgiveness because I check my iPhone and see that I only have 65 minutes to get to work, and it takes 60 minutes to get there.

  On a good day.

  Oh yeah, I’m fucked-not-actually-fucked this beautiful Monday morning. Ugh.

  I stick my head around the corner again and spot Dave-Mike-Troy sprawled out on the bed, snoring.

  Stiletto time!

  I pick up my red paten
t leather pair—my favs—and chuck them across the room, one after another.

  “WHAT THE HELL?” Dave-Mike-Troy roars, jackknifing into a sitting position.

  “Awww…you’re awake. How sweet,” I purr sarcastically. “Now will you get the fuck out of my house?”

  Dave-Mike-Troy mumbles a string of swear words under his breath as he shoves his arms back into his shirt and begins buttoning it up—using words that even I don’t use very often—but I don’t care. He can call me a cunt all day long if he wants, as long as he’s leaving as he does it. Now I'm kinda glad I didn't fuck him last night.

  I pull the closet door shut and begin stripping and dressing in the confined space, and not for the first time. I struggle to zip up my skirt as I bat hanging clothes out of my face; I make the resolution to clear out my closet of everything I don’t absolutely love and give it away to Goodwill or whatever.

  The problem is, I love it all. I don’t work at a fashion magazine for nothing. It’s my life.

  Finally dressed, only makeup and hair left, I exit my overstuffed closet to find an empty apartment. Dave-Mike-Troy has exited the building. Or, at least my part of it, and really, that’s all that matters.

  After only 30 minutes in front of the mirror, which I consider to be nothing short of supersonic speed, I tap on my iPhone and check the time.

  Fuccckkkkk…I only have 35 minutes left until I’m officially late to work, so by time I get downstairs, down the block, take the next train, and run down the two blocks from the subway station to Blush Magazine…

  Well, I’m not sure even my push-up bra can save me today.

  As I begin my hike down the three flights of stairs, I pull my iPhone out of my Kate Spade purse. Fuck this. Yeah, rent is stupidly expensive in Manhattan and I probs shouldn’t be spending money on a cab to get to work, but sometimes, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. If I don’t take a cab, I may not have a job to get to. I may as well have stayed in bed and taken Dave-Mike-Troy up on his morning fuck. At least then I wouldn’t be as horny as hell right now.