by Daphne Dawn
She gasps as my thickness travels all the way inside her, and I close my eyes as I feel her tight pussy choking my cock. I start thrusting slowly, building up the rhythm more patiently than I thought would be possible, but it doesn’t take long for me to submit to a crazy frenzy of lust.
Pistoning into her hard, I smile as I hear the sound of flesh-on-flesh, her moans blending with it to create the most perfect song I’ve ever heard. Fuck, I’ve never been the kind of guy to go all lyrical and shit, but I just can’t help it when it comes to Kayla – sex with her is like fucking magic.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I opened my eyes and saw little unicorns frolicking around while rainbows shot up from one end of the office to the other.
“I love you so fucking much,” I whisper as I fuck her, my body moving so fast that I feel sweat trickling down my back. Her body feels warm against mine, and her pussy keeps on becoming tighter and tighter around my cock. Soon enough she’ll come undone.
“I love you too…” She moans, smiling and opening her eyes. She looks back at me over her shoulder and then back to Brad. Taking one hand off the wall, she reaches for Brad and curls her fingers around his cock, stroking him while I ravage her sweet pussy.
“Don’t stop, Scott, don’t you stop!” She pleads me, and I’m more than happy to fulfill her request. Hooking my fingers on her hips, I start ramming my cock into her pussy as I can, the sound of my thighs slapping her ass echoing inside her office.
“Is this how you want it?” I whisper into her hair, my movements furious.
“Yes, yes, yes…” She breathes out between thrusts, her voice quivering as she nears ecstasy. She hisses and presses her forehead against the wall, her eyes closed as the lines in her face deepen.
“Oh, my fucking God!” She gasps, her pussy becoming so tight that I wouldn’t be surprised if it broke my cock in half. It doesn’t, of course – but I do have to hold my breath and tense up to stop myself from coming right here and now.
Slowly, I slide my cock off her pussy and take a step back, my lungs and heart working overtime. Fuck, she leaves me spent every single time. I was the kind of guy that could go all night long (and I still do, of course), but Kayla never settles for anything less than my A-game.
“I’ve had the two of you already, one at a time,” she starts, turning around on her heels and pressing her back against the wall. “Now I think it’s time for the two of you to share me, don’t you think?” She continues, the words share me falling from between her lips like silk.
My cock twitches at the thought, and I just know that the next time my cock’s inside here there’ll be no way I’ll be capable of stopping myself from coming. No, this is the final stretch, and I’m more than ready to be torn apart by pleasure.
“Sharing you seems like the best thing I’ve heard all day,” I whisper, and then take one step toward her.
Brad
“You want to be shared, you’ll be shared,” I say, looking at Kayla as my heart kicks inside my chest. I never thought I’d be in a situation like this, where I’d have to share the woman I love with another man, but here I am. And the weird thing is, I don’t give two fucks about that.
As long as we’re together, the three of us, things will be alright.
“Oh, you’ll be shared alright,” Scott adds, walking up to her and pushing her against the wall once more. Leaning in, he kisses her softly, brushing his lips against hers. I walk up to them, lean back against the wall by Kayla’s side and then grab her hand. Stealing her from Scott, I pull her into me.
“Oh,” she gasps, pressing her naked body against mine, her breasts pressed against my chest. I feel her hard nipples against my skin, and my cock twitches hard, eager to have more of her.
“Is this what you want?” I ask her, grabbing my cock with one hand and angling it down. I brush the tip of my cock up and down the length of her wet pussy, and I have to use all of my willpower to stop myself from thrusting right away.
“That’s exactly what I want,” she purrs, biting on her bottom lip.
“Then you’ll have it,” I reply, taking both my hands to her ass and pulling her up and into me. Reacting fast, she laces her legs around my waist and throws her arms over my shoulders. I bend my knees just an inch, angling my cock so that it’s pointing straight at her pussy, and she lowers herself over it.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans as my shaft slides deep inside her.
“Now, now…I want in,” Scott says, walking up behind her and running his fingers down the side of her body, his fingertips going over the curve of her ass. He runs one finger along her crack, lingering on her hole, and then he just grabs his cock and presses its tip there.
Kayla goes from biting on her bottom lip to gritting her teeth, her eyes closed as she prepares for the onslaught of pleasure that’s about to come her way.
“Do it, do it,” she asks Scott, her head still thrown back.
Scott doesn’t answer her with words. Instead, he simply starts pushing his cock inside her ass, taking his time as inch by slow inch his cock takes over her insides. The moment he’s deep inside her, both of our cocks claiming her body, Kayla sighs heavily.
“I love you, I love you so much,” she cries out, her fingernails digging deep into my shoulder blades.
“Then you’re in good company,” I chuckle softly.
“You are, because you’re everything to us. You’re the world to us, Kayla, never forget that,” Scott adds, and I can’t help but feel happiness wash over me as a bright smile takes over Kayla’s lips.
“Then fuck me like you mean it,” she manages to say. And we don’t waste a single second. We start slowly, sliding our cocks in and out of her ass at a steady tempo, but we keep on increasing the pace. I keep on holding her close to me, her legs still locked around my waist, and I feel like never letting go.
I want this, whatever you can call this relationship, for the rest of my life.
We deserve all this pleasure.
We deserve all this happiness.
We build the pace for a few minutes, but soon enough we’re fucking her as if our life depended on it. Her moans and screams of utter pleasure fill the whole office, but I’m not even sure of how loud she’s being.
My brain is too busy trying to process all the pleasure I’m feeling right now, and it has shut down all secondary functions. All I know is that Kayla’s having the time of her life – and so are we – and that’s all that matters. As long as Kayla’s happy, we’ll be happy.
“As hard…as hard as you can,” she begs us, her voice trembling as she drags her fingernails across my back. She’s exhausted and spent, but she seems to want to go out with a bang. Well, we’re happy to provide exactly what she wants.
I grit my teeth and start fucking her as relentlessly as I can, sweat pouring down my muscles as I push my body past the point of exhaustion, working it to the limit. Thank fuck I like being active and spend a lot of time in the gym – I would never be able to fuck her like this if I wasn’t in top shape.
Scott’s probably thinking the same.
His eyes are closed, his hands on her hips. Rocking his body against her hard, I can tell he’s close to his breaking point, each and every line on his face telling me that he won’t be able to resist for much longer. Well, fuck it – it’s the same for me.
“Come for me...come for me, boys,” Kayla says, clawing at my back, and that does it for me. The moment I feel her coming, her pussy lips spasming around my cock, I can’t resist it any longer. I groan loudly and surrender to the fire ravaging my insides, my cock pulsing hard as I shoot all my load inside of her tight little pussy.
“Fuck,” Scott groans at the same time, and he stops moving all together, an expression of pure bliss taking over his face as he comes inside Kayla’s ass.
We remain like that for what seems like forever, the three of us surrendering to the way ecstasy has blanketed us. Only when I feel my knees buckling under my weight do I allow Kayla to climb down from my bo
dy.
We slide our cocks off her and, moving as if the three of us are in sync, we lean back against the wall and slide down to the floor.
Sitting down on the floor of her office, all of us trying to catch our breath, I realize something I had never understood before.
Love isn’t about feelings, chocolates and roses. It isn’t about music, poetry, or any of that bullshit.
Love is about a connection, a mingling of souls. And it’s rare…very, very rare.
I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I found love now.
Kayla
“Hurry,” Brad calls from the living room. “You’ll miss it.”
I roll my eyes and stifle a yawn.
“You want coffee don’t you?” I call back and press the button on our new shiny beast, the latest and greatest coffee machine money can buy.
“Food?” Scott comes into the kitchen and turns on the oven.
I shrug. It’s a bit early to be thinking about eating and I will need at least one strong caffeine hit before I can make decisions of importance.
“Voila,” Scott produces croissants from somewhere.
“Yum.” My stomach now growls even though only a few minutes ago I could have sworn I’m not hungry.
“What are you two doing?” calls Brad from the living. “You better not be doing something I should be part of.”
We giggle.
“Don’t worry Brad,” I reply. “We’re just getting food.”
Just at that moment Brad’s head appears in the kitchen.
“Just checking,” he grins.
Several minutes later we are all huddled around our new oversized extra large television screen.
“Turn it up.” Scott complains. “I can’t hear anything.”
“You don’t need to,” Brad gives him a friendly punch in the upper arm. “It’s not like you’re going to win anything.”
“Shh,” I say to both of them as the announcer of the Emmy Awards welcomes everyone to what she says will be a night of surprises, or early morning for us since for some reason it is being held outside the USA, somewhere exotic, somewhere where the time zones don’t match ours.
We smile at each other.
Our show - it has become known as our show in the last few weeks since…well, ever since I took over, really - has several nominations.
Scott is nominated for outstanding supporting actor and Brad for outstanding lead actor. None of us are sure who determined Brad as lead and Scott as supporting actor, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is, they both are nominated.
The show itself is nominated for outstanding daytime television drama. I, together with my writers am nominated as outstanding drama series writing team. And best of all I’m personally nominated as outstanding producer of daytime television drama.
The last few months have been amazing. Life has been kind to all of us.
With my talented team of writers and supporting lead actors, the show has gone stronger. I have even been approached by a couple of other network heads to write for them.
I have been headhunted.
A month ago Scott, Brad and I decided to move in together and since we each owned small apartments it was time to upgrade.
House hunting was fun. Some of the agent’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when they saw me walk up with two blokes. The women seemed to take it better than the men.
The lawyer who had to draw up the paper work was priceless. It took him quite a long time to work out we were a threesome.
Our house is in the hills alongside some of Hollywood’s other super stars. On our first night Scott stood on the balcony and raised a toast to everyone.
“This is where we belong.” He announced to no one in particular.
“More coffee?” I ask and look at Brad and Scott.
“I know what I want more of,” Scott’s hand reaches under my flimsy nightdress.
My pussy instantly responds, like it always does when either one of them touch me.
“Not now,” it takes all my strength to resist. “We don’t want to miss the announcements.”
Scott pouts. “What about a quickie.”
I leave him without another word.
Once I’m in the kitchen I hear yelling. I poke my head back into the living room.
“Quick,” Brad shouts. “Supporting actor is about to be announced.”
I hear just the tail end of nominations and Scott’s name.
With three quick steps I’m next to him and hold his hand. Brad is holding his fists tightly shut.
Drum roll. The announcer smiles and pulls the name out of the envelope in snail’s pace.
“Hurry up,” I urge him, bouncing up and down on my seat.
“Scott from The Kings.”
We hug and cry with each other, almost missing the announcement of lead actor.
“Shush,” I hold my hand over Scott’s mouth. We listen to the nominations and again my heart is beating so fast I feel as if I’d just run a marathon. With Scott having won an award it would not feel right if Brad didn’t.
The camera zooms in on the announcers face. She holds the paper in front of her eyes as if she needs glasses. I can see she’s reading silently. Come on, just say it, I mouth.
“Looks like our new show is going to be cleaning up tonight,” she says and I’m already squeezing Brad’s hand.
“The winner of outstanding lead actor is Brad from The Kings.”
I can’t believe it. We hug, we kiss, and we hug again. I’m crying and laughing at the same time.
When they announce our writing team as winners of outstanding writing I feel as though I can’t take much more.
“And now ladies and gentlemen, viewers,” a handsome face says from the television “we come to outstanding daytime television producer.”
Brad and Scott crowd around me. Both of them hold me as tight as possible. If they squeeze any more I won’t be able to breathe.
“It’s a tough field this year,” says the blonde assistant to the announcer smiling broadly into the camera.
“Like every other year,” agrees the announcer. The names are read out. Goosebumps crawl up my arms and back when I hear my own name. It feels surreal.
I close my eyes and put my hands over my ears. I don’t think I can listen.
“You’ve won!” shouts Brad.
“You’ve won!” shouts Scott and both of them kiss me.
I fall back on the couch. They pounce. Their hands are all over me as are their mouths.
Oh my gosh. This is amazing.
Almost at the same time both of them pull back.
I sit up.
“What?” Suddenly all feelings of happiness disappear. They look so serious. Do they have bad news? Are they leaving me?
“Kayla,” Scott takes my hand.
“Kayla,” Brad takes my other hand.
Has someone died?
“We want you to know,” Scott starts.
“That you mean the world to us.” Finishes Brad.
They are leaving me. I can tell from their faces. I brace for what comes next.
“Kayla we love you and we want to spend the rest of our lives with you. Will you marry us?’
I blink. What? Did I hear correctly?
“Will you?” they repeat and now I start to cry.
No words pass my lips and so I simply nod.
We melt into each other’s arms and Scott kisses me. Brad’s mouth is traveling downward where my wet pussy waits for him. And both my hands are busy with needy dicks.
I can’t believe it, but this is my life now.
I’ve been blessed.
Thank you for reading!
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