I slide my cock into her ass hole, trying to be very careful. Still, she flinches and whimpers.
“Ouch. Owww. Oh, my God.”
“Are you okay, Baby?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she says, as I slide the rest of the way in. “I like it now that it’s in.”
“I knew you would.”
I slowly push in and out of her, while Martin fucks her pussy like crazy.
“This feels so wet and tight and good,” he tells her.
“Do you like when my cock is in your ass while Martin’s is in your pussy and Kevin’s is in your mouth?” I ask her.
She nods, and Kevin takes his cock out of her mouth long enough for her to say, “Yes. I love how all three of you fill me up, and stuff my ass hole, my pussy hole and my mouth. I love that I’m your little slut and your girlfriend. I’m yours for the taking at all times.”
I pull her hips further back against me, and she lets go and starts riding my cock with her ass hole, and also pushing up and back on Martin’s cock in her pussy. The friction feels amazing, and we grunt and groan while we fill her every hole and fuck her fast and hard.
“I’m gonna cum,” she groans, her mouth full of Kevin’s cock. “I’m gonna cum with your cocks in my pussy, and my ass, and my mouth.”
“Good, darling,” I say, starting to feel a twinge at the base of my ball sac myself. “I’m going to cum too. I’ll flood your ass with my cum.”
“And I’m going to cum in your pussy,” Martin adds. Kevin starts grunting, and moans as he dumps his semen into Melissa’s willing mouth.
She swallows and laps up every last lick. Her eagerness excites me and I start shooting my load into her ass. Meanwhile, Martin’s emptying his cock into her pussy.
“We’re both filling you up with our cum,” he says. “All over you. All inside you.”
Now Kevin’s rubbing his cock all over her tits, and Martin and I pull our cocks out of her and start rubbing our cum all over her ass and back. We’re all three claiming and marking her as our own. We never plan to let her go now that we have her. Not now, not ever.
We are all spent and exhausted now, and we collapse onto the bed, encircling all our limbs all around each other. We’re panting, and sighing.
“That was amazing,” Melissa says. “I really loved how I was completely filled up by all you guys.”
“Good,” Martin says. “Because we really do want to do it forever.”
“Oh yeah, we never got that morning after pill,” Melissa remarks. “Is it even available here in South Korea?”
“Hell if I know,” Kevin says, and starts laughing.
“Me neither,” we all laugh.
“It doesn’t matter, though,” Kevin says, giving her a passionate kiss. He’s the only one who can right now, since his cock was just in her mouth.
“Yeah, because we really do want to put a baby in you,” Martin adds. “Don’t we guys?”
Kevin says “sure” and I surprise myself by saying the same thing, and meaning it.
I had no idea I wanted to be a father. But then again, I had no idea I wanted to share one girl with my two best friends, either. I guess life throws us some curve balls sometimes. Or, some curvy slopes we have to maneuver.
“I don’t know,” Melissa says. “I’m still young, and want to be a reporter. Don’t get me wrong,” she adds quickly. “I meant what I said when I said I love you all and want to be with you. I just don’t know if I’m ready for kids yet.”
“That’s okay,” Martin says. “Whenever you’re ready, don’t you worry at all. You’ll have three fathers happily ready to take on fatherhood with you. I think you’ll be ready sooner than you think. We do seem to have a way of getting you to do what we want.”
“Oh yeah, with three million dollars.” She pauses, then adds, “Hey, are you only saying I can be your girlfriend and baby momma so I’ll have to share the money with you?”
“Very funny,” I tell her, kissing her on the cheek. “But no. You’re welcome to keep the money. And there’s plenty more where that came from.”
“Well, that’s good,” she says. “Because I’ve been wanting to take an economic journalism course that cost more than my required coursework, but is taught by some of the best names in the industry. Not at Northwestern. Off campus.”
“There you go,” I tell her. “You can take that course and anything else your heart desires. And don’t worry about being able to go back to work after you have that baby of ours—I volunteer to be on dad duty any time.”
“And so do I,” both of my buddies quickly add.
“Let’s just take things one day at a time,” she says. “You’ll have to marry me before you can expect me to have any of your babies.”
“That’s a good idea,” Martin says.
“I agree,” says Kevin.
“How could we even make that happen?” Melissa asks. “It’s illegal.”
“We’ve found a way to do lots of things already,” I tell her. “After all, we took your regular virginity, your anal virginity, and won three Olympic medals, all in one day.”
“And fell in love,” she says, winking. “You fell in love with me. Don’t forget that.”
“I never could,” I tell her, as we all lay back into one relaxed, content mix on the bed. Exactly the way things were meant to be.
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Four Billionaires for St. Patrick’s Day: An MFMMM Ménage Reverse Harem Romance
Copyright © 2018 by Sierra Sparks and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
Published by Sizzling Hot Reads.
Chapter 1 – Claire
It was a few days before St. Paddy’s Day, and my bar was on the bubble. Again. The Bad Penny was living up to its name and becoming just that, financially speaking. Oh, I had my regulars, who loved the place, but you can’t run a bar on what McCleary and Stetson drank, even if those two old codgers could drink most of Ireland under the table.
“Another beer, Claire,” ordered McCleary.
“You’re in here a bit early, aren’t ya?” I asked, pouring from the tap.
“Aye, but ya have to be here early to get an eye opener,” countered McCleary as he took his mug.
“If she didn’t close, you’d never leave,” said Stetson.
“You stole that joke from The Simpsons,” said McCleary.
“It’s the best place to steal jokes,” he admitted.
I smiled and shook my head. How many times had this conversation happened? Five? Ten times? The phone rang, and I picked up.
“Bad Penny, this is Claire,” I answered.
“Claire, it’s Harriet,” said my night waitress on the other end of the line. “Listen, I got a job downtown as a hostess. I hate to do this to you, but I have to quit.”
“Oh, well, I’m happy for ya. We’ll celebrate your new job tonight when you come in for your shift.”
“Actually, they’re really insistent I start tonight,” said Harriet carefully. “I’m really sorry. But I need the money.”
“But how am I— Ya know, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“You’re sure?”
“No, it’s good. I wish you the best.”
“You, too,” said Harriet, sadly. “You were a really good boss.”
“Thanks, I gotta go,” I said, rushing her off the phone.
“What’s wrong, lass?” asked McCleary.
“Harriet just quit,” I revealed. “Guess I’m working the night shift as well.”
“Sorry,” said Stetson. “I liked her. She was the one with the boobs, right?”
“What kind of description is that for a woman that brought ya drinks for two years?” scolded McCleary. “Ya gonna work both shifts, Claire? When will ya sleep?”
“When I’m dead,” I quipped. “But no, this is a blessing in disguise. I won’t have to pay her.”
“
The bar’s still in trouble, is it?” asked McCleary with narrowed, worried eyes.
“Yeah, I’m in the red quite a bit,” I admitted.
“What about your boys? Your brothers,” suggested Stetson. “Surely they could help. This was their dad’s legacy, too.”
“Yeah, three generations,” I said. “But no, they’re not cut out for the bar business, just drinking in one.”
“Amen to that,” said McCleary, clinking glasses with Stetson.
“I’d invest in this bar,” offered Stetson. “But you already have most of my money.”
This banter could go on all afternoon, however, banter doesn’t pay the bills, so I can’t simply stand around listening to it. I started washing glasses. Maybe I could get far enough ahead on the glassware that tonight wouldn’t be so bad.
“What are ya going to do for St. Paddy’s Day?” asked McCleary.
“I hadn’t thought of that!” I said, suddenly remembering.
Saint Patrick’s Day was only a few days away, and there was no way this bar wasn’t going to be packed. I would see customers that hadn’t been here for years. Every Irish man and woman would be stopping by for a drink, but I was going to be shorthanded. Jesus, no wonder Harriet quit ahead of time!
“Oh, my God,” I muttered. “I haven’t even bought decorations yet.”
“I could run to the shops and get them for ya,” offered McCleary.
“Yeah, we both could go,” Stetson added.
“Aw, you guys are the best,” I said.
I got some money out of the register, but McCleary declined.
“Keep it. I’ll do it for a beer,” he said, finishing his drink and standing.
Stetson finished his beer and started to walk out, too.
“Wait a minute,” I recalled. “You guys had at least three beers.”
“A deal’s a deal!” said McCleary, skipping out the front door.
I did the math in my head. It probably wasn’t a bad trade, assuming they didn’t come back with the absolute cheapest green tissue paper decorations they could find at the Dollar Store. Even if it cost me a few bucks, it was worth it since it saved me the time, and time was something I never had enough of.
The bar, as always, was a mess. I tried to keep on top of the cleaning, but it had needed the kind of deep cleaning only a professional team could provide. Maybe Robert Irvine would show up to help me. Who knows?
I went back to trying to balance the books. Just below the bar top, I had an iPad with my ledger on it. The phone rang. It was Jasper.
“Hey, sis,” he greeted. “How’s it going?”
“Fine, terrible, either one,” I said, knowing I sounded depressed.
“What happened now?”
“Harriet quit, so I’m a bit shorthanded. St. Paddy’s Day traffic will be insane, and I’ll have to handle it all by myself, because after that, it will go back to how it always is, with almost no one coming in. So it doesn’t make sense to hire someone new for just one day.”
“Aw, no!” said Jasper. “You gotta sell the bar.”
“Don’t start.”
“What choice is there? I mean, at this point, you’ll be working all day!”
“It saves on overhead.”
“Overhead? You need to be making money! Overhead doesn’t matter if no one goes to the bar!”
“I’m not giving up the bar,” I insisted. “It’s not what Dad would’ve wanted.”
“Fine, then take a loan. From us. Spruce the place up. Do some advertising or something,” he suggested.
“I can’t take a loan from you guys,” I countered. “The tattoo parlor just opened. You need the cash flow. Don’t worry. I’m gonna make this work.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Stop worrying. Just come here and drink later. That’ll be thanks enough,” I assured.
“Well, you don’t have to ask that twice. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
Jasper was sweet to offer, but I wouldn’t pull his business down, too, if the worst happened. Besides, once I started taking money, bars had a strange way of spiraling down financially sometimes. I had to get more feet through the door. If I could just survive Saint Patrick’s Day, I’d be flush. For once, the only green in here wouldn’t be the shamrocks on the walls.
An hour later, my two best customers came back with the decorations. They hadn’t gone with the cheapest options, but they did pick the laziest. They went to the drugstore and picked up a bunch of decorations that were sparse. Fortunately, they had eight sets of them, but they actually seemed to brighten up the room when tied together. Now the only other thing I needed was some green food dye for the beer.
Chapter 2 – Jax
We were in the back of the limo. It was another Thursday night full of clubbing. Ho-fucking-hum. The boys were ready for their usual bottle service and overpriced smiles from the staff.
I wanted something different. I was wearing a D&G suit, a watch that probably cost more than most people’s houses and I was looking very Clooney. People said I looked like George Clooney, but I didn’t see it. He was gray and old.
My brother, Brax, was the original stuffed shirt. Not only was he my non-identical twin, he was also not like me in most other ways. I always liked to play things loose and never plan, but I’m sure he was sitting in his bespoke Armani suit planning everything from what he would drink to when he would leave.
Kenner was part of our crew. We were, as usual, trying to get him laid. Kenner never got over his girlfriend’s death three years ago. We still never even mentioned skiing around him. Maybe this would be the night he wouldn’t launch into that sad story, trying to make time with the waitress. He didn’t need to, anyway, since his curly blonde locks and blue eyes could do all the work for him.
Finally, there was Travis. Travis was his own man, which I totally respected. Unfortunately, it usually meant you couldn’t talk him into anything that wasn’t his idea. Fresh from the gym today as every day, Travis worked out like a beast and had muscle on top of muscle underneath his Hugo Boss original. However, tonight, I had the perfect suggestion, one that he would actually support and go along with.
“Gentlemen,” I announced. “I propose that we slum it tonight. Our regular spot has gotten old.”
“I don’t like that term. Slum it? Seriously?” said Travis.
“Don’t take offense,” I assured him. “I’m just saying our usual club has gotten so staid. We all know what’s going to happen, right? Brax is going to spend all night looking at his watch. Kenner is going to— sorry, not sorry— tell his sad story. I’m going to hook up, and Trav is going to hit on everything in a skirt.”
“And you’re going to go home with the woman that has the lowest standards,” joked Brax. “How could it be any other way?”
“C’mon, I’ve been to this place I’m suggesting we go to now. It’s a bit of a dive, but it has charm, ya know? Bottle service is great, but what are we really getting for two grand a pop?” I pointed out.
“Tits,” said Travis dreamily. “A chick with amazing tits to pour us the drinks.”
“The waitress at this place was pretty nice,” I said carefully.
“Wait a minute,” said Kenner, realizing. “Are we just going to this place to be your wingmen?”
“Yeah! How many wingmen do you really need?” asked Travis.
“Well, maybe she won’t be into me,” I countered.
“Oh, yeah,” said Brax dripping with sarcasm. “So many blue collar girls in dive bars see young billionaires and go, ‘No, sorry, not for me!’”
“Can we please just try it? If it’s lame, we can always hit the club up later. Right?” I offered.
“Fine,” said Brax, relenting. “I honestly find the entire enterprise boring. The club girls are so shallow. Are there any women out there not absolutely obsessed with themselves?”
“That’s the spirit, brother,” I encouraged. “Try something different.”
Brax hi
t a button and told the driver we wanted to go to the Bad Penny. The driver was a bit shocked and asked again for confirmation. I gave him the address.
***
When we pulled up, I had to admit, the place looked more run down than I remembered. Kenner got a little nervous.
“Are you sure this neighborhood is safe?” he said, looking a little worried.
“Oh, grow a pair,” I teased. “This is the life blood of the working man. We’re about to rub elbows with the common clay.”
“Or get our asses kicked,” say Brax dourly.
“Not a chance!” Travis responded, kissing each bicep. “I got your backs!”
We went in. The place was pretty dark. Here and there, someone had hung Saint Patrick Day’s decorations. The decorations were so new and shiny that it made the rest of the bar look more run down and sad. The place was about one-third full with two old guys at the bar drinking and talking animatedly. I pointed to a booth, and the crew and I sat down.
“Woah, seriously?” said Kenner. “This looks like the kind of place they would pull our bodies out of after the fire trapped us.”
“Yeah, really,” agreed Travis. “This is like, old school depressing, where dudes come to drink themselves to death.”
“I should call the club and reserve our usual spot,” suggested Brax.
“Now hold up,” I insisted. “You have to give this place more of a chance than that. At least get a drink and relax a few minutes. C’mon.”
“Fine,” said Brax already bored. “Just pick up the waitress and we’ll take her with us.”
“Well, she’s not going to be dressed for the club,” pointed out Travis. “She’s like, a waitress.”
“We’ll stop somewhere and buy her some clothes,” assured Brax. “It’ll be a rags to riches story… with tits.”
“Where is this chick, Jax?” asked Kenner. “Let’s at least put our drink order in.”
I looked around, but I didn’t see Harriet. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, someone walked up to the table. She was a tall redhead with curly hair that went past her shoulders. Her smile was like a bolt of lightning hitting my brain. How did I not see her the last time I was in here?
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