“The truth is, Ursula,” Zaiden responds, “we both like you very much. We adore how your mind works. You’ll fit in here no problem, if you decide to take our job offer.”
I already know my answer, but decide to keep them waiting as I exaggerate a frown on my face, like I’m trying to work out the pro’s and con’s.
“How generous?” I ask, “the remuneration package I mean.”
“Very,” Imran replies. “With your skills and talent, you could pretty much write your own pay check.”
I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. All those years building up my blog, hoping that one day I would make a decent living from it, and here I am, being offered a job with a salary I can only dream of. Ye, it isn't the money that really interests me, sure it’ll help, I’m getting to do exactly what I love, be creative, and I’m going to get two handsome dudes into the bargain.
“Of course I’ll take the job, and the extended benefits,” I jump up and grab a hold of Imran’s cute face and kiss him. He smiles at Zaiden, like they’re both big kids, which in truth is what they are.
“But from what I’ve seen, it seems you two don't need me to have fun?” this time it‘s their turn to blush.
“Imran and I have a special relationship, one that no one else knows about, you understand.”
I nod back at his question, confirming my confidentiality and trust in this relationship.
“We feel relaxed in each other’s company, and we know how to make each other feel special. But, we are very much into women too, if fact, we are both very much into you. Is that a problem for you?”
“No,” I quickly respond as I didn't want them getting the wrong idea “I have absolutely no problem at all, it just makes you two guys even hotter.”
The tension seems to relax a little now that the decisions are made, but Imran’s words suddenly come to my mind.
“You said a couple of propositions, what’s the other?” I query.
“We’d like to make our virtual sex session into a real session, would you be willing?” Imran asks hopefully.
That question was easy to answer.
“Would I? Damn right I would, I thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter 7 Unvirtual Reality
Imran makes the first move pushing me down on the couch and onto my back, before leaning forward and kissing me, passionately. This is a completely different situation to the game, this is real and if I behave slutty, then it’s most certainly the real me they’ll see. What’s more, I don't care. Whilst I am grateful for the opportunity these guys have given me, and I’d probably do anything for them, I don’t need to pretend because these guys make me hot as hell.
As I’m busy kissing Imran, Zaiden joins in on the action and I can feel my leggings being pulled down, my panties along with them. All the way down to my ankles before they’re free of my legs. He certainly doesn't mess around. I like a man who knows what he wants, and takes it.
I feel his firm hand pressing on the inside of my thigh, forcing my legs open. For a moment I feel self-conscious, knowing my most intimate of places is revealed to his gaze, but when I feel his lips on my labia and his tongue probing my wetness, I lose all sense of decorum and push my mons into his face, gasping my pleasure into Imran’s open mouth.
I pull my lips away from Imran’s wet kiss to moan out my appreciation of Zaiden’s oral pleasuring of my pussy, “Ohhhh, that feels so fucking good,” I murmur, bucking my hips up and down and pressing my mound into his face.
Imran moves from my lips, planting wet kisses down my neck and opening my blouse as he passes by. Once my cleavage is exposed, he continues to kiss across the milky white flesh of my breasts, pulling one of the cups of my bra to one side and exposing the already erect nipple, before instantly engulfing it into his warm mouth as he flicks at it with his tongue.
Now I have a mouth on my breasts, and one on my pussy, and I’m being driven wild with desire by these two men. Imran’s teasing of my nipples sends me crazy and I arch my back and thrust my breasts up, pushing them into his face.
Suddenly he nips hard on my sensitive nipple and I can’t help but whimper slightly, at the pain.
“Should I stop?” he asks, lifting his head and looking me directly in the eye, almost challenging me.
“No, please, no,” I’m almost begging him and he obliges by sucking my nipple back into his mouth, his hand now wandering over to the other one. He reaches into my bra grasps the unmolested nipple between his finger and thumb, then starts to cruelly twist and pull on it, just like he did in the game
It seems that Zaiden knows exactly what his friend is doing and he adds to the burning sensation by biting down on my clitty. The pain is indescribable, but so fucking exquisite. I never realized how much pleasure could be derived from pain and I love these guys for showing me this new tingling awareness. I’m not sure I can stand much more of this, already I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm building deep inside, and if they don't stop soon then I’ll be past the point of no return.
Again, the guys move in unison. It’s almost as if they can read my mind as they both pull away from me, together. My mons and breasts feel a little bereft of attention, but I don't have long to be disappointed. Zaiden moves up my body and between my legs, until he is face to face with me, I can feel his stiff erection probing at my labia and in my highly aroused state, I can't wait for him to penetrate me. My desire is out of control and I press my hips down, forcing his cock into my wet pussy. Despite the thickness of his erection, I’m so wet he slips into me easily. His cock is completely embedded deep inside, pressing against my cervix and hitting my pleasure spot. His wiry pubic hair is scratching at my sensitive clit, raising my arousal levels to new heights. He stays in that position, his erection deep inside of me as I revel in the pleasure it gives, a fullness between my legs, a sense of being overpowered and pinned down.
Zaiden slowly withdraws from me, almost all the way out, I squeeze the muscles between my legs to increase the sensation for both of us. I can feel every single inch of his shaft as it slips through my pussy, until just the very tip is laying against my labia. I give a little shudder as his cock end is resting at my entrance, waiting for the inevitable, when he suddenly drives deep inside of me in one swift stroke. Once again, I am speared by his powerful cock and our groins are pressed together. He repeats this action, picking up a steady rhythm as he fucks me.
I nearly forgot about Imran, but a movement catches my eye. I see him just over Zaiden’s shoulder, his face lined with lust. From the way his body is swaying, I realise that he must be fucking Zaiden, while he fucks me. This is such a turn on, two hunky guys who seem so macho, and yet, they like to fuck each. Do I care? Those expressions inform me that they also like to fuck me, and that makes me one happy girl.
All three of us are acting in unison with a mutual rhythm. Imran's thrusts into his friend, which causes Zaiden to press deeper into of me. Again, the pain is so delicious and erotic that my body is a sea of lust, and I’m drowning in it. The room reverberates with the sounds of our coupling, as our increasing passions becomes louder and louder.
I’m so close to a climax now that I know it won’t be long before my body explodes as I reach the pinnacle of desire. From the noises the two men are making, I feel that they must be very close too. The sensation, almost electric, of Zaiden’s powerful pounding, sends jolts of pleasure right through me, and I’m suddenly tipped over the edge as my orgasm thunders through my body like a hurricane shocking every nerve ending. I can't help but scream out in ecstasy, not really caring if anyone can hear me. The two men atop of me are also grunting like rutting animals, with Zaiden’s erection swelling even thicker as he cums deep inside of me, and from the look of unbridled lust on Imran’s face, I know he must be coming deep in Zaiden’s ass.
All of us, now fully satiated, collapse in exhaustion. Just as in the game, their combined weight pins me down only this time to a bed. I don’t complain, these two guys give me so much pleasure and have shown me a
side I never knew existed. After a few moments they both move to either side of me, draping their arms across my body as we lay there, completely satisfied.
Well, the dream games may have been an amazing experience, but it still can't quite replace the real thing. The new guys in my life have taken me to new heights in sexuality, leaving my whole body a quivering mess of erotic sensations.
Chapter 8 A Shocking Proposal
It’s a week before I finally go home. Only I don’t go home alone, Zaiden accompanies me because he wants to meet my family. I think we’re just on the same wavelengths and I’m truly looking forward to working with these two guys. The stuff they write is really ingenious and I will now be a small part of that.
After a week of tying every up at my home, I finally set off back with Zaiden, to go and join his amazing world. They want me to live on the complex, but I want a place of my own. Well, it’s not like I can't afford it now. Initially I stay at a local hotel, waiting for the perfect apartment to come up. The boys don't approve, they want me close to them, all the time, but I need my space. Then, they threaten to move in with me.
“No way,” I say. “This is mine. I work hard for my pay, and this is all mine and I’m staying here. What’s more, I refuse to move in with you two. I see enough of you as it is. Remember your own rule of not mixing business and pleasure, well, I’m business now.”
“Are you dumping us?” Imran cries out, as he stands pouring the wine for the dinner I’ve cooked.
“No, I love you both too much, and each day, I fall more and more in love with you. However, I have to draw a line and tell you I need my own space.
We sit and eat together and I can see my billionaires are sulking.
“Well,” Zaiden says eventually, I can tell he has something to get off his chest. “Then one of us will have to marry you, that way you’ll have to share your space with your husband.”
I look up from dinner, stunned, my fork half way to my mouth. Even Imran has a look of shock on his face.
“What?” Zaiden says, shrugging. “What did I say?”
“You’re crazy,” I tell him, but deep down inside I’m pleased. I have no intention of marrying either of them, but the proposal is a wonderful compliment and makes me believe that they feel the same about me as I do about them.
“Well,” Imran joins in the fun, “What’s the answer, Ursula, which one of us will you marry?”
“You know I love you both, and maybe one day, who knows, but for now we have a good thing going on and I don't want to do anything to put that in jeopardy.” I pause, watching them both closely and not wanting to hurt their feelings. “So, dear sirs, I must decline your proposals and say that we are very special friends, and long may it last.”
Imran and Zaiden smile and pick up their drinks
“Here’s to Ursula, the cleverest and sexiest woman we know,” we all take a drink from our glasses before Imran adds, “and here’s to special friends, may the special bit last forever.”
I nod in agreement and take a long drink from my glass, I am one very lucky woman.
THE END
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