“It would seem we were both successful in our goal to deliver our good news.”
She wraps her hands around my neck and we share a kiss.
We break apart and she takes my hand and leads me to my chair.
“Why don’t you sit down?”
She says it suggestively and I wonder what she has in mind. I take my seat. Erin kneels in front of me, her body slightly under my desk. She unzips my pants and takes my cock out.
“And what are you doing?”
“Well, I always love to taste you and now seems like the perfect time.”
“As good as any time,” I tell her.
And before I can say anything more, she wraps her mouth around the head of my penis and, my God, it feels glorious. I’m not going to lie, this is one of my favorite things that she does. She sucks on my big cock and I have to grip the edge of my chair to keep from losing control. She licks up my shaft, when there is a knock at the door. She stills and I can hear a feminine voice on the other side.
“Jim!” It’s Katie, who opens the door without waiting for a reply. Erin is hiding under my desk. The thrill of almost getting caught is quite exhilarating, even if she and I are official now. “I just wanted to tell you I heard the good news, and I’m glad you took my advice.”
I glance down at Erin and see she has a mischievous look on her face. This might not end well. She takes her thumb and starts to rub my tip with it. My hands grip my seat tighter.
“Thank you, Katie, I appreciate your advice.”
I can barely concentrate on talking right now. Erin has begun to play with my balls and I’m afraid I’m going to come right then and there.
“No worries, no worries. I just wanted to say congrats!”
I just need her to leave. I’m about to explode.
“Thanks, Katie.”
Now, please go.
“You’re welcome, Jim. Any time. I’m very happy for you and Erin.”
I just look at her until she finally takes the hint and leaves my office. Once he’s gone, I grab the back of Erin’s head and turn it up towards me.
“And what were you doing?”
Trying to get us caught, no doubt.
“I was having fun…” I let go of her hair and she puts her lips back on my cock and brings it back and forth in her mouth. Her tongue swirls on my tip and I can feel that I’m on the edge.
“Dear God, Erin. I’m going to come.” She moves her mouth faster and I think she intends to swallow. My semen pours out of me and into her mouth and she sucks me dry, swallowing every last drop.
“Fuck!” I exclaim. It feels so good when she sucks me off like that.
When I’m done, she places my cock back in my pants and zips me up. Then she stands up and gives me kiss, so I can taste myself in her mouth.
“Am I still good?” she asks.
“You were amazing.” She smiles and sits in my lap. “Why don’t I take you home, so we can have a little more fun.”
She nods and we leave the office. Everything has fallen into place and I couldn’t be happier.
“I guess I am that lucky,” Erin mumbles.
“What?” She turns to me with a tiny smile.
“It’s just, I feel like everything is going well.”
I take her hand and give it a squeeze. Life is good indeed.
“Where do you think we should get married?” she asks me.
I shrug, and think about the church we’ve been going to. It’s a new-fangled liberal one, with no Pastor Nichols in sight, thank goodness. In fact, it has a female pastor—Jan Tarrington, who talks about how even though human beings are imperfect, God loves us and makes us whole. It’s kind of nice, doing wholesome things like attending church with Erin and her parents… even though it’s even better to get down and dirty with her later on.
“I don’t know,” I tell her. “But I think as long as Pastor Jan is officiating instead of Pastor Nichols, we’ll be off to a good start.”
“Agreed.”
She laughs that sweet, innocent yet hearty laughter that I love, the one that blends with mine so well.
“I love you, Erin Richardson.”
“I love you too, Jameson. And by the way, make that soon to be Erin Reed.”
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Twice the Fun: A Bad Boy MFM Menage Romance
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Chapter 1 – Dante
One of the best parts of my job is constantly having tits rubbed in my face by different women.
Sometimes it's multiple women at once. Like right now, for instance, Lucia has her perky little A cups in one part of my face while Ebony has her ample double Ds all over the rest of it.
"Ebony, your tits are great," I tell her for the millionth time since she's started working here at The Fun House. "A man can sleep on them like a giant pillow during a great night’s sleep or eat them like cake at a birthday party."
She hangs her head back and laughs as her delicious tits shake in my face.
"Thanks, Boss. Let's just say I was gifted these from a god who must have wanted me to be a stripper."
"Don't worry, Boss," Lucia says, pouting. "I'll get a boob job soon."
"What's stopping you?" My brother Marino calls out from his perch near the front door. Well, he’s not really my actual brother, but close enough. "You certainly make enough money here."
"Don't do it," I tell Lucia, kissing her tiny boobs. "Your tits are perfect too. Some of our best customers love them."
"That's right!" Bill Jenkins calls out, lining up some twenty dollar bills on the edge of the stage. He's a banker who spends a lot of his large disposable income at our fine establishment. "Like me over here. Come take my money. But not if you're going to use it to change your body in the slightest."
Lucia jiggles her tits one more time and then turns around to go treat her favorite customer to their tastiness.
"Marino, are we still clear?" I ask, nodding to my brother.
He peers out the small window from which he can see the street.
"Yep. The place is all ours."
I slap Lucia's ass and say, "Hold on. You forgot something."
She wiggles it in my face like she was just doing with her tits.
"Sorry, Boss. You're the man of the day. I forgot to ask. May I please go see Bill?"
I squeeze Ebony's tits as Nadia sidles over to take Lucia's place.
"Yes," I tell her. "And don’t forget, your tits are heavenly. All tits are. It's just that every man has different tastes when it comes to tits. And my tastes run large."
"Like these?" Nadia asks, removing her bra to let me get a glimpse of her generous D cups.
"Those are definitely my kind of perfect."
I grab a handful while keeping one hand on Ebony's beauties.
Ebony must get jealous, because she straddles my lap while Nadia stands, displaying the full glory of her tits.
"Happy birthday, Boss," Ebony says, grinding on my lap while I play with her tits. "I hope you're getting everything you wanted for presents."
She expertly bounces up and down, making my cock a little hard.
"There's that bad boy," she says, grinding against my package. "I was wondering when he was going to come out and play with me."
"Why don't you take her into VIP so that I can join in?" Marino asks from across the room.
"You just keep making sure no one comes in," I instruct him. "That's your job tonight."
I look down at Ebony’s beautiful body and then across the stage to where Lucia's crawling over to Bill, her tits hanging ou
t and her ass up in the air. She's wearing a small covering over her thong and I know that Bill’s about to take it off of her, so she can tease everyone by showing everything but the most important bits.
My cock gets harder.
Don't get me wrong. Ebony's body is fucking glorious and her moves are near master level. But owning a strip club comes with so many extracurricular privileges that things get boring after a while. Lately I've needed two or more women at once to even get to the point where I'm fully hard, and sometimes the chase is half the fun.
All I want to do is rip off Lucia's thong now and take her myself right here, maybe with Ebony and Nadia joining in. If Lucia’s favorite high rolling customer weren't right there expecting to be the one to get to do the exact same thing, I definitely would.
But right now I just fantasize about the thought while playing with Nadia's perfectly erect nipples and being ridden by Ebony. I know that after the customers leave, Marino and I can have our fun. With Lucia and whomever else we want.
There's a commotion at the door, and my head swivels in that direction as fast as it can escape from Ebony's and Nadia's tits.
"Everything all right?" I ask Marino.
There's a pause, as he's looking out the window, and then he says, "Yeah. It's just a girl."
I nod, and the funbags return to their rightful place in my face.
"We didn't schedule any new girls tonight, right?" Marino asks me.
I manage to get out a "no" that sounds more like a "nmph" because multiple pairs of tits are squishing my face and making it hard to talk.
"We didn’t schedule any auditions either?" he asks.
"Now why we would do that?" I respond, but it comes out as an unintelligible mishmash of words.
Tonight's not just any night at the club. It's my birthday. And that's why Marino's sitting at the door.
Because even though we've been scrutinized lately for allowing a little too much fun to occur at The Fun House, we're not the type to let that stop us. In fact, we've ramped up the fun tonight, inviting all of our big spender VIP clients for a private party to celebrate the birth of yours truly.
I squeeze Ebony's curvy ass while motor boating Nadia's tits.
No one can stop the party at The Fun House. Especially not on my birthday. That's why my little brother Marino is guarding the doors. Because things are going to get wild tonight. So wild that only the most trusted of customers were invited to participate in our celebration tonight.
"Ummm, Dante?" Marino calls out. "You might want to come see this."
"Come see what?" I ask, slightly annoyed with him for interrupting now that my cock is rising to its full nine inches.
I'm trying to decide which girl to fuck first and all Marino wants to do is talk to me.
"The fucking hottest girl I've ever seen in my life is out here asking for you," Marino says. "I think she might be your birthday present."
Chapter 2 – Marino
One of the best parts of my job is working with my big brother.
Well, he’s not my actual brother, but it always felt like he was, and still does to this day.
Sometimes I still can't believe how far he and I have come. We started off kids of two single mothers who were too busy chasing dick and smoking crack to properly care for us.
Our fathers— whoever they were— had never been in the picture. Just our two BFF druggie moms, who didn’t know what they were doing when it came to being parents and never should have had us. The state stepped in and removed us when I was just five years old and Dante was eight.
But the state didn't know how to care for us any better than our mothers did. We were tossed around from one house to the next, each of them seeming to get progressively worse— or maybe it's just that I kept getting older and more aware of my surroundings.
I always had Dante, though. He was like a father figure to me more than a brother when we were younger. The only one who cared about protecting me.
The state tried to keep us together as they moved us through the foster system but there was only so much they could do, since we’re not blood brothers and since apparently it’s hard to even keep blood-related siblings together all the time. Dante and I even started saying we had the same last name— Rossi, even though we obviously didn’t.
We tried to insist we were real brothers when we weren’t. The state was sympathetic but couldn’t always do much about our plight.
So there were times when we had to be separated. Those times didn't last long at all. Because Dante always found me and ran away from wherever he was supposed to be to wherever I was.
He would tell his foster parents, my foster parents, our social worker, our pathetic excuses of mothers whenever either of them was clean enough to visit us, whoever would listen at all— although no one listened to either of us very much— that he wasn't going anywhere his “little brother” didn't follow. That they couldn't keep us apart. And if they tried, they'd regret it.
Dante was as smart as he was protective. He said no brother of his was going to go to school with dirty rags as clothes. When we were really young he would steal all the latest name brand clothes from any store that didn't toss him out at first sight— which was most of them.
Then he realized he had to schmooze his way into the places that had what we needed. So he applied for a job at a name brand clearance store warehouse, really looking the part of a hard-working strapping young man even though he was all of fourteen at the time.
They'd put him to work moving crates, stacking boxes and fixing up rickety parts of the old warehouse. All of the hard grunt work that no one else wanted to do.
And they left him alone to do it. So no one was around to see him filch a brand new leather jacket or a pair of brand name shoes. They didn’t know he’d put them in his tool box and carry them out with him when it was time to go home— or to whatever place we were temporarily calling home.
They thought he did great work and began to trust him— or ignore him— more and more. So soon he was loading whole boxes into the work truck they gave him to drive, and driving it straight to whatever pathetic excuse of a foster "home" we were living in at the time.
Every day was like Christmas. I admired him so much. As soon as the higher ups at the warehouse got wind of missing merchandise and started sniffing around, Dante was out of there.
It was easy for someone like him— like us— to disappear and never be found. Disappearing was what our whole life was based off of whether we liked it or not, so Dante just learned early on how to capitalize on it and make it a strength instead of a weakness.
His ID was fake, his stated name and age were fake, his work qualifications were fake. And when he started to be discovered for who he really was or what he was really doing, he would move on to the next job.
He re-invented himself whenever necessary. And he taught me how to do the same.
As we got older, it became clear that street smarts weren't the only thing we had going for us. We were attractive. Apparently women liked to throw themselves at us.
So we enjoyed it as much as any teenage and then young adult guys would. We had our fun. We bragged about our conquests. We shared them with our friends.
Because these girls would do anything we wanted them to do. It was like they got off on pleasing us. And we, of course, got off on that too.
Soon, though, Dante had found a way to capitalize on that just like he had always found a way to capitalize on everything. And by that point it was a necessity.
He had aged out of the system and had gotten caught with some petty theft charges a few too many times. He'd spent some time in juvie but had always managed to bust out before I needed him too badly.
But now that he was an adult they were a lot stricter with him. They threatened to lock him up for a long time if he so much as looked at a loaf of bread and thought about stealing it for us to eat on those days when whenever foster "parent" we were with decided they felt like blowing the money they got for
"taking care" of us at the casino instead of at the grocery store.
He couldn't go to jail and be away from me, his minor brother who still needed him to look out for me. So it was time for Dante to find another way to support us: one that didn't involve the constant threat of criminal charges and time behind bars.
That's when the idea of The Fun House was born. That’s how we got to where we are today: having girls throw themselves at us, and getting money for having them do it.
Chapter 3 – Marino
Dante had thought up the original idea for what eventually became The Fun House one night when we were out celebrating his release from a short prison stint.
"I'm not going back there," he'd said, shaking his head as he’d pounded a shot. "There's gotta be a better fucking way. I've been thinking about it."
"Oh yeah?"
"These fucking girls just flock to us," he'd said. "And we need to capitalize on that. We've always made money off of whatever we have at our disposal, so why not make money off of our looks?"
"Cheers to that fucking fantastic idea," I'd responded, as we’d thrown back another shot.
"We can make all our dreams come true just by getting these girls to do what we want."
"How do you know?" I'd asked him.
It was a silly question. Dante always ended up being right. And he'd proven it, right there and then.
"Hey Bartender," he'd called out, motioning at the hot blonde behind the bar.
"Yes?" She'd asked, coming over to us and looking interested. "You need another shot?"
"Of course," Dante had said. "But we need something else first."
"What's that?" she'd asked, batting her doe eyes, all innocent like.
"We need to see your tits."
"Oh my God."
She'd blushed. She was a real goody two shoes, for a bartender. We'd been going to that bar for ages and she'd never seemed like the type to flash a guy her boobs. But then again, I guess no guy other than Dante had ever had the balls to ask.
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