ENSLAVED BY SHIFTERS

by Astrid Lee Donovan

  Mark dove back in to the kiss, this time more needy and hungry, and Celia rubbed his crotch through his silken exercise shorts.

  With her other hand, Celia reached for Trent but found he was already rubbing his length through his suit pants, turned on by watching Celia.

  “Wait, wait, wait,” Celia pulled away, “Let me give you a blowjob Mark, and Trent can start fucking me, then we will switch, yeah?”

  Mark and Trent’s eyes lit up with anticipation, but before they could answer Celia was off the couch and on her knees in front of Mark, pulling on his waistband.

  Pulling the shorts down, Celia saw Mark’s cock for the first time. Their only rendezvous had been in a candlelit setting where Mark had been randomly selected to fuck a tied-up Celia. Now, her eyes took in the length. There was a long vein that ran down the middle, and a tangle of them to the side near his dark pink mushroom head.

  Celia grasped the cock and starting from the base of his shaft licked her flat tongue up the length before swirling the flared ridge.

  Mark flinched and groaned, and Celia repeated the lick and swirl from another angle, before parting her thick soft lips and easing just the tip into her salivating mouth.

  Celia bobbed her head slowly up and down, focusing on his swollen head before Mark threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her mouth further down his shaft.

  Seeing his brother fucking Celia’s mouth, Trent unbuttoned and dropped his pants, fishing out his pulsing cock.

  Trent knelt behind Celia and slid two of his fingers into her wet slit, making her cream and moan. Trent pulled out his fingers, wiped her juice over his tip and eased himself into Celia.

  Never before had Celia felt so full, the sensation was addictive. She was beginning to deep-throat Mark’s delicious length and trying not to explode as Trent’s thickness was plunged inside.

  Celia ran her tongue around and up Mark’s cock, pushing the twitching head into her throat. Celia gobbled up her new boss’ cock like an ice cream, pressing and flicking with her tongue until she milked a bead of pre-come. Savoring the saltiness, Celia’s pussy responded in kind by going into meltdown.

  Trent moaned and plunged his prick into Celia’s now squelching pussy, causing a stream of juice to trickle down the back of her thigh.

  Mark gave his hips a thrust and watched his older brother fuck Celia from behind, “Celia you are one naughty girl, who taught you how to give such a good blowjob,”

  “I did,” Trent growled and thrust with newfound fervor, turned on by sharing a woman with his sibling.

  As Celia slurped the delicious prick, both Trent and Mark ripped off their clothes to reveal glistening, sweaty bodies. They were prime men with rippling six-packs, thick muscled arms and ironclad legs from gym sessions and careful eating.

  The brothers fed of each other’s energy, with Mark turned on by Trent’s wet thrusts and Celia’s moans, while Trent felt his prick harden by listening to Celia’s hungry sucks and Marks ecstasy-driven facial expressions.

  As the pace quickened, Celia pulled her head up and slipped Trent’s cock out, “Hang on boys, we’re only halfway there; swap positions,”

  The brothers moved around Celia, with Mark quicker than Trent. In moments, Mark had slipped his veiny cock into Celia and a shiver of recognition rippled up her body.

  Trent eased into the couch and chuckled, “Go easy brother, can’t have her cum too quickly,”

  “Yeah,” Mark gasped, “But it feels just,” he groaned, “So good,”

  Trent looked down at Celia’s beautiful face, and looked lovingly into her eyes, “You ready?”

  Celia gasped Trent’s cock and slid it easily into her mouth, sucking up her juices with a tasty slurp. Trent eased back into the couch and closed his eyes in rapture as Celia’s full lips and firm tongue gobbled up his length.

  Meanwhile, Mark had started to focus on making Celia cum. He had stopped his regular thrusting for teasingly slow slides into her center and out. He found, to his amusement, that the complete withdrawal of his cock and reinsertion would send Celia’s pussy into spasms as the ridges of his prick squeezed into her slit. Mark’s careful thrusts were making Celia whimper with pleasure, she wasn’t used to having multiple men pleasure her so hungrily.

  Every moan that escaped her throat drove Trent insane with desire, particularly as caught a glimpse of his brother’s pussy-juice drenched cock.

  “I think we need to finish this before we all collapse,” Trent growled.

  Mark conceded and began to thrust a little faster into Celia’s snatch, the slurp and pop of her wet hole and mouth sucking onto the pricks sending the brothers crazy.

  Faster and faster Mark plunged his length into Celia, a force that drove Celia’s mouth down onto Trent’s cock.

  “Faster Mark, I’m fucking her mouth good,”

  Mark groaned and locked eyes with his brother as he fucked Celia harder and harder. Trent gasped and writhed under Mark’s directives, while Mark felt his cock swell even more knowing that his brother was enjoying the fucking.

  Celia’s gasped between swallows and felt a white-hot heat grow inside her pussy. Her clit had never been harder, and it rubbed deliciously against Mark’s swollen ball sack. Celia fought to steady herself, but her attempts to slow down were admonished by Mark, who would slap her rump playfully and pump harder into her.

  An animal cry started to build in Celia’s throat, her pussy was dropping, tightening and clamping on Mark with such ferocity that she thought she’d collapse. Bucking wildly, Celia’s slit clamped and pulled on Mark’s veiny cock, sucking Mark’s cock inwards so he couldn’t help but blow his thick load as her pussy milked it.

  Seeing his brother scream out and thrust madly into Celia with the throes of an orgasm, Trent dug his hand into Celia’s hair and held her head still has he fucked her mouth with savage need.

  Celia’s slippery mouth polished Trent’s swollen plum to a painful cum which rippled through his body and tightened his balls, delivering several hot shots of cum rocketing down Celia’s hungry throat.

  Gasping for breath, Celia pulled Trent’s engorged cock from her mouth and rolled onto the floor, spent and exhausted.

  Mark sat on his heels, watching his rigid cock drenched in pussy juice slowly deflate.

  “Oh… My… God…” Celia breathed.

  “That was the greatest fucking thing I have ever done,” Mark said, wiping a thick layer of sweat from his forehead.

  Trent perched forwards and smiled down at Celia’s exhausted face, “So… you’re still in right?”

  “With sex like that, how can I refuse?” Celia gasped.

  “Looks like I’m going to need a bigger bed.”

  NAMELESS IN THE CITY

  1

  Slamming the trunk of my car, I knew that it was finally time to make my escape.

  It had been three weeks since I was dumped- long enough that the initial sting, the pain, the grief, had faded, but short enough that I was still sometimes knocked off my feet by how much I missed him. Kieran and me had dated for just over a year, and I was starting to wonder about our future together when I got a phone call from a busy bar. Kieran was out drinking with his buddies, one of whom had later told me that he had broken up with me so he could hook up with a hot girl who was buying him shots. Gross. As soon as I found out the reason for his leaving me, I felt a whole lot better about not being in a relationship with him anymore.

  And anyway, it gave me a good excuse to get out of this place. Jackson Falls wasn’t a horrible place, by any means, but it was small- less than 5,000 people, total population- and I often found myself getting angsty when I got stuck here without a break for a few months at a time. The breakup, plus a few extra bonuses in the form of commission from the boutique salon I worked at, had led me to deduce that the best thing to do was head into the city for a weekend, by myself. I had booked myself into a gorgeous spa-hotel, and was looking forward to a couple of days getting pedicures and drinking plenty of the c
omplimentary champagne. Hell, maybe I would sneak in some flirting with the hot bartender I knew worked there. I needed the ego boost.

  Hopping in to the front seat of the car, I put my foot on the pedal and pulled out of my driveway. Farewell, tiny, no-romantic-prospect town where I’ve been on way too many shitty dates, hello, big, shiny, city, where I spent most of college getting laid. It was a two-hour drive, and I slid in my usual travel CD- basically all the cheesy scene kid music I listened to when I was a teenager- and sang along at the top of my lungs. That was the one good thing about this town- there was no one around to notice when you were acting like a crazy person.

  By the time I pulled up in front of the hotel, I was already feeling substantially better, and had formed the beginnings of some plans for the evening in my head. I wanted to get dressed up to the nines, and go flirt with whoever would flirt back to me at the bar. Maybe get a few cocktails, a couple of glasses of wine, see where the evening took me…

  A frisson of excitement pulsed through me as I hauled my bags from the trunk and made my way to hotel reception. The one bad thing about working in the quirky boutique I did was that I was constantly coming home with any number of cool discount clothes that I barely ever had the chance to wear. So yes, I was totally going to take the chance to show off some of my more formal dresses this weekend. And I was going to look banging.

  As I approached the desk, a pretty blonde girl looked up at me and smiled widely. “Can I help you?”

  “Yes, I have a room booked for this weekend, under the name Roberta Johnson?” I replied. I could already feel myself beginning to unwind.

  “Of course, Ms. Johnson, here’s your keycard-” The girl pushed a thin sheet of plastic across the counter to me- “And your room is 203, on the second floor. Enjoy your stay!”

  I nodded my thanks, grabbing the keycard and heading for the elevator. It pinged open as soon as I pressed the button, and I hopped in and made my way up to my temporary home. The hotel was non-descript, but in a really fancy way- with sandstone this, and minimalist that, I knew I’d picked the right choice for my weekend away.

  I pushed the keycard into the slot, and the door to my room clicked open. I tried to take it all in as I went inside; a giant double bed opposite a big TV, exactly the sort of thing I needed for my breakfast in bed tomorrow morning. A bathroom filled with tiny, expensive-looking sample products and a view that looked out onto the highly touted garden. Light streamed in through the window, casting everything in a warm, soft glow, and I immediately felt the muscles tense from driving unwind. Yes, this is exactly what I needed. Dropping my bag, I flopped down on my bed, opening the room service menu so I could pick something to have for dinner. I ordered up a cheeseburger, flipped on the TV, and munched down my dinner as some vapid reality show flickered in front of me. It was just what I needed to switch my brain off.

  When I was done with my meal, I slid the plate on to the desk that held up the television, and reached into my bag for my toiletries. I wanted to spend time I didn’t usually have on getting ready, on making myself look hot as hell. Wandering into the bathroom, I began to run myself a hot bath, picking out some of the citrus-scented shower gels from the shelf next to the sink, before I sank beneath the water, letting out a loud sigh as I did so. Man, that felt good.

  It was awesome to be able to take the time to shave my legs, to really wash my hair, to let the soft bubbles soak away all the stress of my shitty ex-boyfriend. I guess it was kind of a blessing, really because Kieran had been shockingly bad in bed, but I had never seen that as a reason to dump someone before. Now, I would never ignore my gut again. Bad in bed probably meant crap in real life too. I had never even had an orgasm with Kieran, and had spent most of our time in bed figuring out how to convincingly fake it to make him feel better. And I would never be doing that again. No, a guy made me come or he didn’t; I wasn’t going to flatter his ego by pretending any more.

  Climbing out of the bath, I towel-dried my hair before blasting it with the hairdryer, brushing it so it fell in gentle chestnut waves over my shoulders and down to my breasts. I picked out the pretty dress I’d chosen for the occasion- emerald, in a light, airy chiffon, the kind that brushed over my body and then hugged it in the right places. It made my legs look super-long, despite my short frame, and gave me some amazing cleavage when I wore it with my date-night bra. Panties were impractical, as they gave me crazy VPL, and there was also something super-sexy about going about your business with no underwear on, knowing you could give someone a show at any minute. Slipping on a pair of heels, I picked out some deep plum lipstick to pop against the color of the dress. After a slick of mascara and eyeliner, I stepped back and admired myself in the mirror. Yeah, this was prime down-to-the-bar-to-flirt material. I looked like a wet dream, and I felt like one too. Placing my keycard in my purse, I made my way back to the elevator; time to make myself feel good.

  2

  The bar was handsome, and looked surprisingly retro in comparison to the modern aesthetic of the rest of the hotel; mahogany wood and red velvet gave the whole thing an old-fashioned appeal, like it was plucked straight from an old spy movie. I liked it straight away.

  Approaching the bar, I ordered my usual- a porn star martini- and perched myself on a stool next to the bar, surveying my fellow bar-goers. There were a handful of couples exchanging sweet looks in discreet booths, a couple of older businessmen knocking back scotch like their lives depended on it- and then there was someone else -someone else entirely.

  He was dressed in a pinstripe navy suit, the sort that took real confidence to carry off. His hair was brushed back into a chaotic quaff, his face angular and striking, and the sort that you’d want to photograph if you were into that kind of thing. Sitting at the other end of the bar, his eyes met mine, and he cocked one of his eyebrows slightly. My heart leapt into my throat; Jesus, he was really cute. I wanted to do more than just flirt with him.

  But I tried to keep my emotions in check, wrapping my lips around the straw to my drink and taking a deep sip. This weekend wasn’t about validating my attractiveness with some hot guy. I already knew I was hot, and I didn’t need some cute dude from the bar to fuck me to let me know that. But if that’s just where the night organically led, then who was I to complain?

  It was hard to ignore, too, the burning chemistry between us, so strong I was surprised the whole bar hadn’t caught fire. Usually this kind of chemistry came for a second between people you glanced at in the street, but never got a chance to talk to again, but here we were, exchanging those muted, laden looks, with the whole even stretching out ahead of us to do with what we would. Maybe I would even go over and buy him a drink. I was single, I had money, and something about the thought of taking the initiative made me pretty happy.

  But for now, I just wanted to exchange some flirty glances and see what happened. I met his eyes across the bar once again, and my heart fluttered when I realized he hadn’t looked away from me. And it wasn’t just my eyes, no- he was scanning all over my body, his face intent and interested, taking in my legs and my breasts, and the way my dress hugged me like an old friend I hadn’t seen in months. Then an idea hit me.

  Was I really about to do this? I squirmed in my seat. He would be the only one to know, after all, and it wouldn’t do any harm…I adjusted my posture on the chair so that my body was angled towards him, and slowly parted my legs, making a show of it. I didn’t look at him till I was certain my legs were wide enough that he could see my pussy. The thought was insanely arousing to me, and I nonchalantly adjusted my dress so I could give him a better look. Yeah, there was no way he wasn’t going to notice that.

  I glanced back over at him, lifting my drink to my lips once again, and the look on his face was a treat- filled with lust and desire, and also a little bit of surprise. He looked even better than ever, if that was possible. I didn’t think it was, but here we were. His eyes lingered on my exposed pussy for a moment before I pulled my legs back together, shielding myse
lf once again. I turned away from him, my heart pounding wildly- what had I just done? Showing a hot stranger my naked cunt was one of the dirtiest, and hottest, things I’d ever done.

  “Excuse me, Miss…?”

  A voice snapped me out of my reverie. I turned, and it was him- standing next to me, his hand on the back of my chair, only a few inches from me. He was even better close up- his nose crooked, his eyes cat-like and brown. I wanted to run my fingers through his messy hair, to bite his thin lips, but instead I answered in as controlled a voice as I could muster.

  “Roberta. Yes?”

  “I was wondering if you’d like to come up to my room.”

  The directness of his proposition was staggering, and arousing-did I really want to fuck a man whose name I didn’t even know?

  “I’d love to.” The words were out of my mouth before I really had a chance to process them. They seemed to take us both by surprise, judging by the look of shock on his face. But, without missing a beat, he offered me his arm, and I downed the rest of my drink then took it. My heart was beating wildly, the pressure between my legs growing into something quite unbearable. I needed relief.

  We stepped into the elevator in silence, knowing that the hotel staff had watched us perform our little courting ritual downstairs in full view of all the bar’s patrons. As the doors dinged shut, I turned to him.

  “So, do I get your name, or…?”

  And suddenly his mouth was on mine; his tongue was hot and insistent, parting my lips and melting me into him. He cupped one hand behind my neck to hold me still, and the other skimmed up my thigh, pushing the flimsy fabric of my dress out of the way. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were inside me; I let out an irrepressible groan against his mouth, my body arching against his as two fingers pumped in and out of my soaking pussy. The feeling was so urgent and so passionate that I thought I was going to squirt right there, in the elevator, with his fingers inside me, but the doors pinged open and he returned to normal almost immediately, leaving my lips swollen and my pussy aching with desire. Okay, this was going to be good. This was going to be really good. Offering me his arm once again, he answered my question.