Sharing Her: 10 New Erotic MFM Short Stories, page 10
Both of them are muscular and powerfully built, with abdominal muscles that could cut glass, and arms that could throw me around like I weigh nothing. They stand over me, and immediately I remember my dream. Only this time, I can see their faces. This time, the men of my dreams are real. Warren climbs onto the bed and lowers himself down to lick my slick pussy, working his finger inside of me while I squirm and writhe with pleasure. Meanwhile, Wilson takes two cords from his coat pocket on the floor and ties my wrists to the bed posts. It’s exactly like my dream. I can hardly believe this is happening!
Wilson kisses me and fondles my bare breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers and eliciting moans from me. “You’ve never been touched like this, have you?” he growls.
“Never,” I answer breathlessly.
“Good,” he says. “We want to break you in.”
Warren pushes a second finger inside of me, hooking his fingers so that he strokes against that sensitive spot deep within that makes me whimper and sigh with pleasure. Wilson stands up on the bed, bracing himself against the wall, and pushes his cock into my mouth. I suck him off while Wilson fingers my cunny, and the stimulation pushes me over the edge. My pussy convulses and cums all over Warren’s hand.
“Fuck yes,” he snarls. “So nice and wet for me, baby. But you need something bigger than my two fingers, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan earnestly. “Please.”
Wilson shoves his cock back in my mouth just as Warren slides his massive cock into my slick pussy. I tremble and whimper at the mingled pain and pleasure. He wastes no time in fucking me, pounding into my virginal hole so hard that I’m seeing stars. Meanwhile, Wilson doesn’t let up either, fucking my throat until I can hardly breathe.
“You love this, don’t you? Two cocks inside you,” Warren hisses through gritted teeth.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Wilson groans as he pounds into my throat. Tears are burning my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Warren’s cock beats against my g-spot again and again, until finally I’m shuddering and screaming with another climax.
Wilson pulls his cock out of my mouth and gets off the bed, untying my wrists so I can move a little more while Warren fucks me hard. “I love the way your sweet little cunt feels, gushing honey all over my cock,” he says, his voice low and rasping. “I’m going to make you cum again, Emma.”
He reaches down to rub my clit while he slams into me, sending me into gasps and mewls of pleasure. I’m so overwhelmed I can barely stand it. Wilson watches, stroking himself, waiting for his turn to fuck the virgin. Warren picks me up and carries me over to the desk in the corner of my room, laying me back and pounding into me with my legs hooked over his shoulders.
“I’m--I’m not on birth control,” I gasp.
“I don’t care,” he replies, and that only turns me on more. Somehow, the chance that he could put a baby inside me makes it hotter. The riskiness, the pure animalistic need these men have to pound into my cunny and pump me full of their hot, sweet cum. I’m ravenous for it. I can’t wait to feel them fill me up.
“You want two cocks again?” Wilson growls in my ear.
I nod vigorously. “Oh god, yes.”
Warren carries me back to the bed and lies down, picking me up like I weigh nothing at all and turning me to face away from him as I ride him, rolling my hips and bouncing up and down on his hard shaft. Wilson comes back over and stands in front of me. I tug his cock into my mouth and suck him hard, moaning with pleasure as Warren grabs my hips and thrusts up into me from below. He fucks me harder and faster, and I can feel him losing control.
“Fuck yes. Just like that,” he groans, reaching up to smack my ass. I whimper in delicious pain, riding him faster, feeling his cock strike against my g-spot while he loses himself. I’m bobbing up and down on Wilson’s dick, nearly gagging myself in my need to fill myself up. I love the sensation of my mouth and pussy stuffed full with cock. I never want it to end.
But when Warren grabs hold of me and shoots his hot, sticky cum deep inside me, I realize how amazing that feels, too. I moan around Wilson’s cock, squeezing my pussy to eke out every last drop of Warren’s cum. When he’s done with me, he gets up off the bed and Wilson pushes me down onto my knees, grabbing a handful of my hair as he shoves his cock into my dripping cunt before I can even react. He fucks me hard from behind, his balls slapping against my ass as he yanks my head back slightly. I feel so used, so fucked out of my mind, and I love it.
“Cum inside me,” I whisper. “Please. Fill me up. Fuck that little pussy.”
I’ve never said words like this out loud before, but Wilson seems to appreciate it. “Oh, you like that, hmm? A huge fucking cock shoved inside your sweet little cunt? Gonna pump you full of my cum, Emma,” he purrs.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I murmur. Just as he picks up the pace and slams into me again, I’m cumming with a cry of intense pleasure. “Fuck!” I cry out, tears in my eyes from bliss.
Wilson fucks me harder, slapping my ass so hard that I know it’ll leave a mark. Finally, after a few more sharp thrusts, he cums inside of me, pumping my cunny full of his seed. When he pulls out, I can feel both men’s cum dripping down my thighs to stain my childhood bed. It feels so dirty, so wrong, and yet I don’t feel bad at all. In fact, I feel better than I ever have before. Wilson scoops me up in his arms and the three of us head down the hall to shower off together, warm and cozy and exhausted.
As I stand there between them in the stream of hot, cleansing water, I ask meekly, “So? Do we have a deal?”
Both men chuckle, and then Warren says, “We have a deal.”
I’m sitting on the front porch, watching as Jake mows the lawn and Travis carries in groceries from the car. I have my hand resting on my pregnant belly, a laptop next to me on the coffee table. In my lap is a letter from my editor, thanking me for my last manuscript, raving about how fantastic it was. Travis comes up the steps and leans down to kiss me on the lips, caressing my cheek. I smile up at him happily.
“What’s that?” he asks, pointing to the letter.
“Just notes from the editor,” I answer. “She loved my story.”
“Well, of course she did. You’re an amazing writer, sweetheart. I hope the baby gets some of your creativity,” he says with a wink. “So, what sounds good for dinner tonight? Jake was talking about making his famous mac and cheese, but I was thinking maybe Italian.”
“Oh god. Right now, both of those options sound amazing,” I groan, patting my belly. I’m seven months pregnant, and just about any food is a welcome food in my book.
Jake comes up to us, wiping the sweat off his brow. He’s shirtless, in his jeans and boots, looking every bit the sweaty, sexy handyman he’s turned into since we all moved back into my house together. There have been lots of little things to fix here and there, and both my men have been amazing at helping keep the place tidy and functional while I’m wrapped up in being pregnant and a bestselling author at the same time.
“So, how’s that mac and cheese sound?” Jake asks, beaming at us both.
“Or Italian takeout?” suggests Travis.
I bite my lip and think about it, then answer, “Hmm. Both,” with a smile.
Travis laughs and nods. Both of my guys will do just about anything for me these days. He says, leaning down to kiss me, “That works for us. Why choose when you can have both?”
Stealing Her
“Anything to keep your job, Emily?”
Max Armstrong, CEO of the company I work for, throws my words back in my face with a tone dripping with hunger. He stands up from his desk and walks toward me, all six and a half feet of him looking even taller the closer he gets.
I bite my lip and take a lock of my dark hair in my hand to play with nervously. Why did I say that?
I was at least a head shorter than Max, with straight black hair that hung past my shoulders, pale skin, full lips, an upturned nose, and soft brown eyes that were sparkling with nervousness. I wore a blouse and pencil skirt that showed a little more of my long legs than I needed to. My perfume made me smell like lavender--work was stressful, so it was a scent I liked to keep around. My heels made me a lot taller than I was, but Max still dwarfed me.
He was an intimidating guy on a normal day.
But this isn’t a normal day.
I’m standing in his office because he caught me stealing company money.
It wasn’t much, considering how much the company rakes in. I should know, I’m one of the girl working the books. I thought a little change here and there wouldn’t go missing--I have bills that need paying, after all.
Too bad Max Armstrong is a very hands-on CEO. He personally noticed the discrepancies in the books and called me into his office.
And now, he’s ravishing me with his eyes.
“Anything at all?” he repeats, slowly pacing around me. I swallow.
“Yes, sir,” I say softly.
“I like the way you say that,” his deep, husky voice rumbles. “Did you know, before all this, your CV was on my desk for a promotion? You’ve caught my eye, Miss Andrews. I would have liked having you as my personal assistant.”
What?!
“I did a little investigating in your internet use while I was at it,” he says, and my face goes cherry-red. “Pornography at work, Emily? Really? I expect that from the men, but…”
“Please, Mr. Armstrong,” I gasp, turning around and putting my hands on his chest, and I almost jump back as I realize just how rock-hard those pecs are. My instinct is to run my hands further down, but I take them back as if burned by fire. “I-I mean…”
He smiles and touches my chin with his finger and thumb, lifting my gaze back up to him. “It’s okay, Emily,” he says in a deep, reassuring voice. “We all have desires like that. It’s what makes us human.”
He brings his other hand around to my ass and pinches it.
I yelp, and my eyes go wide. Is he really doing this?! What would HR think? But I know that wouldn’t matter. I’m a thief, and he’s going to punish me any way he wants.
And if I’m honest with myself...something inside me wants to be punished.
“I’ve seen your pay, Emily,” he growls as he pulls me closer to him, and my stomach bumps against his groin. I feel his rock-hard shaft under that tailored suit, and I realize he’s hard for me. I never thought someone like him would want me, but the way he’s looking at me is downright lustful. “You don’t need the money. You weren’t even stealing much. Why would a nice girl like you do something silly like this?”
“I…” I breathe, words lost.
I nearly jump out of my skin when a third voice speaks.
“Could it be that she just wanted to act out for attention?”
The voice comes from the CFO of the company, Taylor Barr. Where Max has short, black hair, Taylor has medium-length dark auburn hair that I’ve always wanted to run my hands through. I didn’t even notice him entering the room.
“Ah, Taylor, you’re here,” Max remarks without looking away from me or moving his hand from my ass. “Good.”
“What are you two doing?” I ask with short breaths.
“I found something very interesting in your porn history, Emily,” Max says, and when I realize what he’s talking about, I feel so petrified that I want to shrink away into nothing and be as far away as possible. “A menage fetish isn’t something I expected from you. But you have good taste, at least.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Armstrong, I shouldn’t have-”
“Please,” he says, “call me Max. And Mr. Barr is Taylor. We should get a little comfortable with each other if you’d like to hear us out.”
My eyes go wide. They...they can’t possibly be suggesting what I think they are.
“Max and I were talking about some of our shared interests,” Taylor says as he approaches me from behind, and I feel his strong hands on my shoulders. He starts massaging my back and neck slowly. I’m so tense that it actually feels pretty incredible, but I’m too nervous to show it.
“We were going to hire a professional to cater to some of our unusual tastes,” Max says, nodding down at me. “But your situation gave us an idea.”
“One night,” Taylor says. Max takes his hand off my ass, and Taylor holds my hips to pull my ass into his crotch. When I feel his hardness too, I know exactly what these two huge men are getting at. “One night where anything goes. You, me, and Max. We all make our dreams come true, and we can forget this little incident.”
I don’t know what to say. My heart is pounding, and my pussy is getting warm at just the thought of that. But this is so...just so wrong that I don’t even know where to begin.
But if it’s so wrong, why am I excited?
I look both of them in the eye, biting my lip.
“Well, Emily?” Max asks, casually squeezing my breasts as if I’m just another piece of his property. “What’ll it be?”
I cannot believe myself.
My eyes are blindfolded, and that’s the only piece of clothing on my entire body.
I’m kneeling on the conference table in the very room where Max and Taylor interviewed me for this job a year ago. I remember them sitting there and drinking me in with their eyes, but I never thought that would lead to this.
The smooth wood is cool on my knees and feet. My arms are behind my back, held together by soft yet strong handcuffs.
This is all part of the contract I signed to make this happen. The second my pen touched that paper, I knew I was in way over my head.
It’s cool in the room, and my nipples are so stiff they feel hard. My makeup is perfect, but I’m not going to be able to see it until one of them decides to take the blindfold off.
Just when I’m starting to wonder if they’re even coming or if this was some elaborate joke to humiliate me before firing me, the door swings open.
“Fuck,” I hear Taylor groan, laden with desire, and I know he’s talking about me. “She looks better than I could have hoped for.”
“I was having second thoughts about this deal,” I hear Max say, “but Emily, as always, you exceed expectations.”
“Thank you, sirs,” I say, barely above a squeak.
I smell their cologne as they get close to me, and their heavy footsteps move around the table like sharks circling prey.
That’s all I am to them right now.
This is just for a deal, Emily, I tell myself. That’s the only reason you’re doing this.
But I know I’m lying to myself.
I’m going to love every second of this.
The deal is just an excuse.
I hear the sound of something unzipping in front of me, and my heart skips a beat. I’m kneeling right up next to the edge of the table, and I have no idea which of the men is in front of me.
“Let’s start with something simple,” I hear Max’s voice in front of me. My heart flutters again. I don’t know why, but I hoped he would be the one I get to taste first. The sound of fabric tells me he’s pushing his underwear down, and suddenly, I feel something warm, soft, and firm gently slap me on the cheek.
It’s his cock, and it’s so much bigger than I expected it ever could have been.
I feel a strong, firm hand in my hair. His fingers run through my raven locks and squeeze into a gentle fist for a few moments before relaxing, but he doesn’t let go.
“I’m a very hands-on CEO,” he says. “You should know that by now if you’ve been paying attention, and I know you have. You might find me to be a bit...controlling.”
As he says that, he forcibly turns my head to the left, and I feel the crown of his cock touch my soft lips. My face is red as a rose. This is tapping into my deepest, darkest desires. Everything about it is wrong, but my body wants it so badly that just waiting for them got me wet.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” Max commands me, and I softly nod my head, feeling his warm cock grace my lips.
I open my mouth and let my tongue out.
My lips hold the bulging crown in place while I lick the opening of his cock, and I hear him draw in a sharp breath. With my eyes blinded, I feel all my other senses just a little bit more intensely, and having my hands behind my back really makes me helpless before them. I don’t even know where Taylor is.
What I didn’t tell them is that I’m a virgin. Everything I’m going on is pure instinct. I hope it serves me well, because my job depends on it.
My tongue starts at the base of his bulging cock, where I feel the crown’s ridge meeting, and I move my tongue around at that soft base. I never thought my first time would be like this, but it sends ripples of excitement through my body.
I feel out the underside of his cock before I let my tongue go up his slit again, and this time, I feel him give a subtle but powerful pulse. It’s faint, but it promises so, so much power in the cock behind it. I don’t even know how long it is--but I’m going to find out soon.
I open my mouth a little more and take the whole crown of his cock into my mouth like a lollipop. And just like something sweet and delicious, I start turning my head and moving my tongue all over it. I let out a soft moan as I run my tongue around the whole girth of the crown.
I’ve seen cocks in porn before. I know how big they can get. But the sheer size of Max’s crown promises something bigger than I’ve ever imagined.
