by Angela Blake
He then looked at me and I could see the wicked fire burning in his eyes. Even now, in the middle of work, he was aroused just by my presence. That was really reassuring.
I smiled and slowly slid my hand beneath the conference table. Taking my time I inched my way to Dick’s leg. He didn’t flinch or even emote when my fingers began to crawl up his pants. In mere seconds I was up grabbing his junk. Without unzipping his pants I slowly stroked his cock and continued to observe the rest of Johnston’s presentation.
Chapter Six
Dick and Victor were too busy with work to hang out with me when the day was done. However, they did give me a sign-on bonus for getting hired and I did give them a little gift as a sign of appreciation. By gift I mean giving them each a blowjob in the elevator.
This was going to be the last night I ever spent in the hotel room. I wanted to get the fuck out of here. I needed a new place to stay. Dick did say he would help me get a new place and Victor revealed he just stayed with Dick – of course they lived in the same mansion. I wasn’t even surprised to find that bit out. I just told them I’d consider the option.
Right now, however, I wanted some time to myself. I just wanted to soak all of this in.
In one week I was beaten up horribly by Matt, I quit my whole life in New York, had a one night stand, had a threesome and now I have a big position in a big corporation. It was all going by so fast and now I had to study all of these marketing terms and business strategies so I wouldn’t make a damn fool of myself.
“Stupid hotel bed,” I said out loud when I lay down and realized how uncomfortable this bed was. I didn’t really complain when I first got here but after spending time in the office loft that Dick and Victor work in – which, fortunately, no one else can enter unless invited or if they have a scheduled meeting – I kind of got spoiled. The sofas in their office were a million times better than the bed mattress in the hotel.
I had a lot to finish. I didn’t want to waste my time. I took a hot shower, changed into a pair of jeans and a white tank top, took all the paper work and headed across the street to the donut shop. As soon as I got in I ordered two donuts and the largest cup of coffee they had. I knew I was going to stick around for a few hours just to review all this stuff.
As it turns out, I didn’t really need to master all of it. Dick and Victor had everything so well planned out with their company. They had an excellent marketing division and a research team that did surveys and studies to see what female consumers wanted and what was trending. All I had to do was look at the results but there was no need to study the complex methods and calculations they made. Of course, that didn’t stop me from checking. I wanted to make sure they were doing surveys on women aged eighteen to forty-five and not below or above that line because then the clothes designs we were making wouldn’t be suitable.
Buzz!
“We’ll be out by six, will you be free?” Dick texted me.
I bit down on my lip, remembering how his cock tasted in my mouth and how mind-blowing it was to have it inside me. “Sure, where are we going?”
“Home,” he replied.
What the heck did that mean? Were they going to drive me around and help me find a new apartment? I still had to look around my luggage or in my car for the papers from my last home and see if my bank can transfer the loan I took for the house I had in New York. Ugh… even to this day, Matt’s existence in my life is a nuisance. I wish I never met that guy.
“Sure,” I replied. “Let’s meet up later. Same place.”
“Buy some donuts for the ride,” he then texted a few minutes later. “I’ll pay for it.”
That was fine with me. I still had a few hours. I could read through these papers, start devising my own plans now that I had a job and the responsibilities that went with it and get it done before they’d drive by.
Boy was I wrong.
***
It was five minutes to six and I just got the box of donuts from the lady at the counter. I paid for the food – I figured Dick or Victor could just reimburse me later. I didn’t feel all that excited to see them though. I spent the past few hours combing through so many papers and I didn’t even realize how difficult it was to plan out marketing events, designer schedules and more. I might take a week or two just to finish this one assignment I had.
“There she is,” a familiar voice called out. I turned my head to see Dick walking through the entrance with Victor right behind him.
“You look really tired,” Victor said as they walked up to me. They didn’t bother to sit down since we were leaving anyway.
I gave a sleepy nod back. “This is a whole lot of shit to sit through. How the fuck am I supposed to complete this? I’m a damn model, not some kind of business genius. I don’t have the training for this.”
“No, but you have the instincts for it,” Dick pointed out as he reached into the box for a donut.
I slapped his hand away, “Give me my reimbursement first before you bite. I paid for that with my own cash, you know.”
“Here,” he answered and handed me a whole hundred dollar bill. That was way more than needed but I wasn’t going to argue against it. I needed all the extra cash I could get, even with the sign-in bonus they gave me. All the sex and cum wasn’t going to pay my bills.
“Well, let’s go then,” Victor suggested. He was holding the car keys.
I got up, sorted all my papers into one large, brown envelope and took a moment to fix my hair. I then handed Dick the envelope and said, “Give me a second. I just need to retouch my makeup.”
Before I left the table I turned around, waved my hair a bit and gave them a naughty wink and stuck my tongue out them. They both looked at me like hungry beasts just ready to rip my clothes off. I headed to the bathroom giggling.
To be completely honest, I had to do more than just retouch my makeup. I had to wash my face, comb my hair, put on fresh lipstick and apply some powder, some blush, and a nice green eye shadow. I didn’t want to overdo my look but I also wanted to appear seductive and ready for some fun.
When I stepped out of the bathroom they were already out of the shop and waiting for me in the parking lot so I quickly followed.
“Wow, look at you,” Victor complimented me as soon as I caught up to them. They were by a large van which I could only assume belonged to Victor since I already got to ride in Dick’s elegant racing car.
“What?” I asked. I kind of already knew what he was going to say but I wanted to hear his praises anyway.
Dick grabbed my ass and gave an ample squeeze and said, “You looked like you were dead tired just minutes ago. Now you look you’re ready to strip, party and fuck.”
I just had to laugh and ask, “Do I really look like some kind of whore to you guys? Do I look like the kind of girl who would just drop her panties, spread her legs and let you fuck me whenever you like?”
They both looked at each other and then simultaneously said, “Yeah.”
My jaw dropped and I gave them my middle finger, “Fuck you. Fuck you both.”
“Sure, when and where?” Dick slyly shot back. He grinned and gave me his I-got-you-there look.
He then opened the van and hopped into the passenger seat in the back. I quickly followed and Victor got into the driver’s seat up front. However, I turned around and saw something was quite off: the other seats normally in a van were… gone. In their place, they had a comfortable mattress and redesigned the back portion of the van to resemble some kind of sleeping area.
“Turned this van into a mini-camper or something?” I asked.
Victor started the van and began to drive. He looked at me through the rearview mirror and shook his head. “Nope. We turned this van into a sex-mobile.”
Alarms started to flash in my head. Were they planning to fuck me right here while we were on the open road? I saw porn videos of guys doing that – luring girls into their van and then having sex with them while driving on t
he freeway. I guess that turned some guys on. I didn’t know if it would really be arousing for me. I’ve never tried having sex in front of an audience.
Dick must have sensed what I was thinking as he said, “Don’t worry, we’re not going to fuck you here right now. We’ve actually got something special for you tonight.”
“Candles and red wine before sex still means you’re going to fuck my brains out,” I told him sarcastically. “If you’re going to fuck me you might as well make it romantic with some chocolate too.”
Victor laughed but he didn’t say anything. He had his eyes on the road. It was Dick to answered my implied question and said, “Oh, we’re definitely going to fuck you. We’re going to fuck you even more than we did in the office. However, we also wanted to reward you for everything you’ve done.”
I frowned in confusion. “What did I do for you, specifically?” I asked. “I feel like I’m just burying myself here with more responsibilities that I can’t even handle.”
He shook his head, “Never say that. You’ve done a lot for us. You saved us from spending millions of dollars on products no one might like and you made the right changes that women would actually like and buy. You’re now working to design, produce and promote those products. You’ve also made me and my boy Victor here really happy.”
Dick reached forward and cupped my pussy when he said that last line. I could only gasp and moan, almost purr like a lustful kitten, when he did.
“F-fuck… why do you guys turn me on like this?” I asked. “I-I’ve never been this addicted to sex before. I used to slap Matt back when he kept on pushing to fuck me.”
Victor kept silent as he drove and allowed Dick to answer my concerns. “Your ex-boyfriend hurt you. Why would you feel aroused by his touch? We, on the other hand, want to let you be as pleased as we are. We want you to reach your orgasm and experience the Nirvana of fulfilling your sexual desires just as we do. We don’t just fuck you – we let you be the inner slut you want to become.”
I burst out laughing and said, “You’ve got some serious philosophies to explain being a pervert.”
“Are you not a nymphomaniac?” he shot back with a big smile.
That really hit me like a big rock against my head. He was right. Ever since the night I met him I’ve become so open to sex and now, just a day after moving in here, I was thinking about these two men and what they could do to me in bed more than I’d like to admit.
“Ah, she is silent,” Victor commented when I couldn’t say anything. “She knows it is true.”
I bit down on my lip but even then I began to purr and moan some more. I reached down and guided his hand down my pants and underneath my panties so he could slide his own fingers between the lips of my flesh. I let out a soft cry when I felt his index finger pierce through my lips and when it began to tunnel through my inner walls.
“Y-yes,” I finally admitted to them. “You’ve made me, aah f-fuck, r-realize how much I love t-this… how much I love to fuck!”
“Good,” Dick said as he began to vigorously finger my soft, warm and moist pussy. “Now it’s time for you to receive your gift. We’re almost there.”
I still had no clue what he meant. “W-where are you guys taking me?”
“Like we said earlier,” Victor answered as he pointed ahead of the van. I followed the direction and saw he was pointing at a gigantic mansion sitting atop a small hill. “Home.”
Chapter Seven
Dick slid his hand out of my pants and let me fix myself while Victor hopped out of the van, took his keys and opened the gates to the manor. He then drove the van a few feet inside the property and then hopped back out to lock the gate. Once locked, he then got back inside the vehicle.
“We really need to get that automatic system back up and functional,” he told Dick. “This is getting too tiring.”
“Yeah, we’ll get that done this week,” Dick answered him before he turned to me. “This actually used to be two separate lots. Victor and I grew up together as neighbors but then as we got older and our parents passed away we decided to just combine the two lots and build one manor.”
I raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “You guys grew up together, fuck the same girls and run a company. Are you sure you’re not gay?”
They both laughed when I said that. Victor just shook his head and continued to drive us up the driveway and began to park in front of a beautiful entrance that had its own fountain and exquisite mini-garden. It looked like the entrance to a manor from a James Bond movie.
“No, we’re not gay,” Dick answered. “If we were then we wouldn’t have a need for a delicious baby like you, now would we?”
“I guess so, daddy,” I told him. He loved it whenever I called them that. I then shifted the topic and asked, “Wait, so why are we here? Thank you for the tour of your house and all but I don’t see why. I’m going to look for a place pretty soon. I don’t want to stay in that hotel any longer than I have to.”
Victor turned around and told me, “That’s exactly the point. We’re letting you stay here.”
“Wait, what?” I got so confused with what was going on. “You’re going to let me live here? B-but you just met like a day ago.”
“Yeah and we fucked you a lot,” Dick pointed out. “It’s not like there’s anything secret between us. You work for us too and there’s the fact we want to have you around so we can just grab you and fuck you whenever we want.”
I still didn’t feel convinced. “What about all your staff and housemaids or whatever?”
Victor shook his head, “We don’t have any. We only had one butler but he died three years ago; he had a heart attack. I guess it was really just his time. He was getting old and sickly. So see, without anyone else here we’re free to be who we are.”
Both Dick and Victor then hopped out of the van and I quickly followed. We walked up the front steps and I waited patiently as they unlocked the big front doors. When we finally stepped inside I couldn’t help but gasp and marvel at the new home they were proposing I live in.
The reception room had magnificent marble floors and elegant white furniture as well as the biggest chandelier I had ever seen in my life. There was a small table to one side and cabinets filled with numerous porcelain and glass collectibles. To the back of the room, there were two hallways, one leading to the west wing and the other to the east. There were also three different doors and two flights of stairs leading to a second floor.
“Wow,” was all I could say. I was truly at a loss for words.
Victor noticed and with a simple hand gesture waved at everything in sight and said, “This can also be yours. All you have to do is say the word.”
“Can I get a full tour of the place first?” I asked. “This is a big decision to make.”
Dick nodded and asked, “Where do you want to start?”
I honestly had no idea. “I have no idea where to begin. This place looks bigger than all of my previous homes combined.”
Dick pointed to the three doors in this reception area, “Well, right now we’re in the entrance hall or foyer. The door to the left leads to the kitchen and pantry, the one in the center leads to the guest entertainment room and the one in the right is for the general gallery.”
“Gallery?” I had no clue what kind of gallery they had.
“Come, let us show you,” Victor said. They walked me over and opened the door, letting me peek inside.
As soon as the lights came on I realized the gallery was more like a giant museum in a house than just a simple square room with paintings. Looking in, I saw paintings bigger than the walls in my hotel room, large marble busts, and statues. There were numerous antiques on display behind glass cases such as ancient swords, jars and more.
“Where did you guys get all of this?” I asked.
Dick shrugged it like it was nothing, “We just collected this over the years. It just started to pile up.”
“Richard loves co
llecting old things and I prefer paintings,” Victor explained further. “We just put our collections together into this one gallery.”
This was just amazing. “I’ll want to go through all of this stuff later. Let’s go explore the other rooms!”
“She’s so cute when she’s excited,” Dick said as he gave me a sudden hug.
For that one moment, I felt so safe and warm when he embraced me. For the first time in a long while, I felt like someone actually cared for me. Sure, they wanted to have sex with me all the time but that just made me feel even more beautiful and hot.
“Well, where do you want to start? There’s the east wing and the west wing. We can venture into the upper floor later,” Dick suggested.
“Let’s go from left to right,” I answered. “Show me everything.”
The men agreed and they closed the gallery door. We headed down the west wing hall. The hall itself was filled with paintings, a few large porcelain jars and other exquisite – and expensive – décor. Down the end of the hall were five doors.
“Two of these rooms are bedrooms for maids and other service staff members,” Victor explained. “We don’t have maids so these rooms are somewhat wasted. The other two rooms here are storage rooms and a closet for cleaning equipment. The door in the center here leads to a small, separate kitchen and dining area.”
“Maybe we should get a few maids,” I suggested but when I thought about it more I couldn’t help but giggle. “Then again, they might get envious when they see you two sliding your cocks into my wet, anxious pussy.”
Just mentioning the word “pussy” got both men giddy. I could see the lust in their eyes, burning with each moment they looked at me.
Yes… I want you to want me.
“O-oh,” Victor stuttered. I found it so cute how a simple word could throw them off guard. “Well, we only want your pussy so if they get envious they’ll have to settle for someone else.”
I giggled and turned back to the doors. I opened one to my left and took a look at the bedrooms. What I found was a room that looked far more elegant than my own hotel room. This was quite shocking – I was expecting something more like a plain bedroom with a double-deck bed but what I found was a soft, queen-sized featherbed with expensive duvets and even a small vanity mirror and table.
