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Sweat dripped her brow. She smoothed her skirt over
her nylon-clad thighs. Slender legs led to fuck me pumps underneath a
cream-colored business suit tailored to show off her every curve. She
looked one last time in the mirror, tugging her brown curls. She tucked
one behind her ear before walking out of the bathroom and down the hall
towards Bruce Callahan’s office. Her nerves were fluttering butterflies in
her stomach, but she had to do this. She needed a new place to live after
next week.
Walking past the blonde secretary popping gum, Lindsey sashayed into
Bruce’s office, still amazed that he’d amassed so much wealth in such a
short period. His black leather chair sat against a large ocean view
window behind a large lacquer desk. Two smaller chairs sat in front of his
desk. The walls to her left and right were bare, except for a bookcase
that had several file folders scattered about.
“I’d rather be out there,” Bruce turned to face her.
“Wow,” she let out a breath. His pale skin and hair were gorgeous. His
clean-shaven face was even more handsome, his rugged chin and sea blue
eyes, captivating. Realizing that she was already damp between her thighs,
she stepped cautiously forward. Unsure, she stumbled over the plush
carpet, tripping only to catch herself on the back of one of the black
chairs.
Her cheeks flushed.
“You okay?” He leaned over his desk, offering her a hand.
His hand was huge compared to hers. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.
I was up late studying last night.” She smoothed her skirt again,
fidgeting with the hem before sitting down.
“What can I do for you?”
Looking directly at him, she frowned hard. “Bruce, not even a hi? Or a
hello short stuff?”
Bruce turned his head away from her.
Settling her hands on her hips, she pushed her shoulders back. “Do you
hate me?”
An eyebrow rose. “What?”
“It’s a fair question, Bruce. You’ve avoided my phone calls, put me off,
kept me away from your office and made me beg you to get this appointment.
I practically had to cut class just to make it here.”
“I don’t hate you, Lindsey. You know better.”
“Then what’s the deal? I thought we were lovers.”
Lindsey put her hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips.
“I’m sorry,” She leaned forward, even more heat rising. She was sure her
cheeks were flustered now.
“I like your freckles.” he laughed.
Her lips formed a pout. “It’s not funny Bruce.”
“You’re right. It’s not. And we are lovers. Always.”
Crossing her legs, she watched Bruce stare open mouthed at her thighs.
His expression changed back to the same solemn face he’d worn when she
first came into his office. “First, I know what you’re trying to do. It
won’t work. Money and my sex drive are not the same.”
“Here’s to hoping that could change.” She winked and licked her lips.
Bruce turned a computer monitor towards her.
“See this?”
Leaning farther over the desk, Lindsey nearly had to get out of her seat
to see the tiny print on the screen. “Yeah. That’s my credit report.”
“That’s the report I pull for every prospective tenant before I even meet
with them.”
“Yes. And that report looks clean.”
“It is. But you have very little credit history. For God’s sakes honey,
you’re barely twenty-two years old. How much do you make an hour?”
“I’m in college and, wait. Why am I telling you this? You gave me that job
at the coffee shop. You know where I work.” More sweat formed at her brow.
She fanned herself with a hand.
“Exactly.”
He pointed to another figure on the monitor. “Your credit history isn’t
very long. Running some numbers in another program I use,” he turned to
the keyboard. Another program came into view showing things like income to
debt ratio, average risks and other numbers Lindsey wasn’t familiar with.
He smirked. “You’re too high a risk.”
Her frown deepened. “Damnit Bruce, you can’t just do me this one favor?”
“Look Lindsey, you know how much I love you, but I can’t predict the
future. What if a tidal wave comes and wipes out the island. What if you
lose this job and can’t find another one, or you do and it’s closer to
Houston. Then what? I lose my passive income. Besides, you don’t want to
live out here while they’re developing. Prices are skyrocketing as it is.
How are you going to expect to afford to stay here with an average rent
increase of five percent a year?”
Lindsey shrugged her shoulders and slumped back in the chair. Looking at
Bruce made her hate her body for betraying her by getting wetter. She
hated her predicament too. It wasn’t her fault for being born almost eight
years after him.
Her nipples tightened into little buds beneath her white blouse. Her body
ached for him to touch her. The pool of liquid at her thighs seemed to be
trickling down her leg.
“I’ll give you that date you’ve always wanted.”
Bruce glared at her.
Her lips curled upwards in a smile. “I’ll get that cute guy to come with
us.”
Bruce’s eyes widened. “You know that I know better.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I guess you’re right. I’m sorry to have bothered you,
Bruce.”
“No trouble, babe. Bother me any time you want. Just don’t come looking
for a place to rent from me until you’ve got a better paying job.”
Standing, Lindsey ran her hands down her skirt, smoothing it over her
sticky thighs. Walking around the desk, she hugged Bruce, despite feeling
upset at him. His large body enveloped her, making her feel safe,
protected and loved. Beads of sweat slid down her brow. “It’s hot in
here.”
“It’s just you, doll.” Bruce smiled.
With her body molded to his, she felt how aroused Bruce was. “You’re so
tiny,” Bruce pointed out, shifting his weight so that she slid between his
powerful thighs.
She glared at him. “Don’t remind me, you shit.”
Bruce’s arms slipped away from her. He turned, hiding a smile. “Get that
grin off your face, damnit!”
The truth was, she wanted him. Bruce was so busy working all the time that
he didn’t realize when Lindsey was sending him signals.
How many times had she lay awake at night and finger fucked herself to an
unsatisfying orgasm? How many nights had she spent, covered in sweat
thinking about Bruce’s soft touch and hard thighs?
Too many to count.
Sighing heavily, Lindsey spun around, her curly hair whipping around in
her face. Brushing away the lose strands, she parted her lips to speak.
“What?” Bruce had returned to his chair.
“I’ll give you a call in a day or so, all right?”
“Yes. Pleas do.”
Turning, Lindsey sashayed out of his office, shaking her hips with each
step. Bruce didn’t seem to notice.
The sun was blinded her when she walked outside. Lindsey slipped on a pair
of shades. It was too humid outside. Bruce was right; she didn’t want to
live on the island. Galveston’s weather fluctuated from hot to worse and
made her hair curl tighter. She shouldn’t be sweating profusely after
seeing Bruce. He was hot, all of 6’1 and hard in all the right places.
Of course, it was July in Texas. That could explain the heat.
Right.
Arriving at her car, she put the key in the ignition and slammed her hands
on the steering wheel. Lindsey adjusted herself and the sticky vinyl
creaked beneath her. Unsatisfied, frustrated and wet as a river between
her thighs, she picked up her cell phone.
“Hello? Yeah, Lane? Lindsey here. I need a favor.”
* * *
A few days later, Lindsey primped her auburn hair and made sure her curls
were just this side of cute. She applied eyeliner, lipstick and puckered
her lips, making sure they were ever so soft and kissable.
Bruce would be here soon. She’d invited him over for coffee and to see her
current shit hole of an apartment in Texas City. Hopefully he’d see that
she wasn’t just some dumb twenty one year old hoping to mooch off a
friend’s good luck. She really was trying to get out of this rat hole. And
if showing him the holes in the walls, the empty food cabinets due to the
fact that she’d saved up numerous paychecks just for a down payment on his
property, and the fact that the abusive couple next door drove her mad
with their fighting, didn’t convince him, she had a backup plan.
Her cell phone rang and she picked it up. “Hello?”
“Hi Lindsey. I’m on my way. I’ll see you in ten minutes.”
“Okay Bruce.” She flipped her phone shut.
Checking herself in the mirror one last time, Lindsey realized she was
being silly. If she wanted Bruce bad enough, she only needed to go for it.
He’d come for her.
Walking out of the tiny bathroom, she shut the door. Didn’t need Bruce to
see her cluttered mess.
On second thought, Lindsey pushed the door open slightly. She intended on
leading him down the hallway back to her tiny bedroom anyway. He was
staying the night. She was that determined.
She walked over to the stereo, turned it on and switched the volume down.
Picking up a lighter off the wooden table to her left, she went around the
room and lit various candles, the scents of sandalwood and vanilla
immediately improving her mood.
She grabbed a bottle of wine off the counter, hoping Bruce enjoyed merlot.
Setting it down on her particleboard coffee table, she pulled the
corkscrew out from underneath the couch. A cheap plastic pipe that reeked
of resin sat beside the empty space next to the cushion. “How’d that get
there?”
Probably the last stupid party she’d thrown.
She was really going to have to give up a lot of her bad habits if she
were going to impress Bruce.
She hated not knowing what his tastes were, but he’d been so cryptic about
personal details over the years that it was difficult to anticipate his
likes.
Other than fucking her brains out. That much she knew from the way he’d
looked at her in the past. Except that lately he didn’t seem interested.
She glanced at the clock above the bar. Lane would be here in forty-five
minutes. Perfect.
A knock at the door startled her. “Coming,” she yelled back.
Traipsing over to the door, she unlocked the bolt and started to open the
door. “Shit,” she muttered and decided she was overdressed.
Reaching beneath her short purple skirt, she slid off her panties and
tossed them down the hall. “Won’t need these,” she reminded herself.
Running a hand frantically through her hair, she opened the door. Bruce
stood, his head tilted to one side. His blond hair feel over his
shoulders, his blue eyes sparkled.
“What happened to your beard?”
“Not even a hi?”
“I’m sorry,” she backed away from the door. “Come in.”
“It smells pretty in here. Vanilla and—“
“Sandalwood,” she cut him off. “I’m sorry, I’m…”
The scent of expensive cologne wafted towards her nose. He was already
overwhelming. She felt Bruce’s warm palm on her shoulder. “Honey, it’s
okay. This is just us, hanging out.”
“Right.” She looked at him standing in front of her, blue dress shirt and
pleated khakis. Even his shoes appeared polished. “Except you’re
overdressed.”
“Am I?” He cocked a brow and smirked.
“God yes!” Sighing heavily, she turned around, “Come on in. What am I
going to do with you?”
“What do you mean?” She heard the door click behind them.
“Nevermind. Have a seat. Want some wine?”
“Sure.”
Lindsey walked into her kitchen and stood on tiptoes, stretching her arms
to reach the wine glasses in the open cabinet. Her midriff brushed the
counter. “Eek!” she screamed when she felt the warm hand on the small of
her back.
“Let me get those.” His fingertips were a whisper against her skin.
She turned around, stared into his tantalizing blue eyes. He didn’t know
what he was in for, the poor bastard!
“Here we go,” he set them down on the counter. “Mind if I help you open
the wine?”
“No, the corkscrew is,” she glanced around the kitchen quickly.
“In my hand. I picked it up off the table.” He turned away for a second
before setting the corkscrew down. “Look,” he let out a breath.
“Yes?” It was hard to remain calm with him standing so close to her, but
his arms wrapping around her tiny body helped. Her pert breasts crushing
against his chest didn’t help the temperature of her body any.
Slowly, she slipped her arms around his waist, shudders running up her
spine from his fingertips tracing patterns beneath her shirt.
Pulling back from their embrace, he held her at arms length. “No bra.
Lindsey, what are you up to?”
A smirk crossed her lips. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on, Lashway. I know you better than that.”
Wrapping both arms around Bruce’s neck, Lindsey stood on tiptoe, pulling
his head toward hers. Fingers gripping his tousled hair, her lips sealed
over his. Muttering into the kiss, “You know what I want Bruce,” a hand
caressed the small of his back before running up over the V of his
shoulders.
He tasted of scotch and mint. Firm lips brushed against hers, biting her
lower lip. She felt a hand groping her ass, squeezing her cheek.
“Mmm, no panties. I like that.”
“I knew you would Bruce. You’re such a whore,” she uttered again, running
her fingers through his blonde hair. “Oh,” she felt herself being lifted
onto the counter. Spreading her legs, she felt her skirt bunch up around
her hips. Bruce positioned himself between her thighs. “Do you have any
idea how mad you’ve driven me, little girl?”
She looked at him, his eyes half open. The sparkle of lust glimmered
brightly.
“Kiss me again,” she pulled him to her but he resisted.
“What do you want from me?”
“Bruce,” her tiny bud began to sweat. Her fingers interlocked around his
waist and she pulled him to her. “Give me what I want.”
“Lindsey…”
A soft press of her lips against his caused him to sigh, slowly. His body
language, the way lust danced like flames in his eyes, told her that he’d
bend to her will.
“Please,” she begged, her breath growing ragged now. Her breasts ached for
his touch. Her taut nipples rubbed against the fabric of her top until
Bruce reached out, cupping her tender flesh in his hands. Rubbing his
thumbs over her sensitive flesh made her moan and he smiled.
Closing her eyes, she felt the buttons pop off her top.
Bruce’s hands crushed her breasts, sending shivers down her spine, signals
racing towards her nether regions. A fire started low and deep in her
belly, the urge to strip him and jump on his cock was nearly overwhelming.
She couldn’t.
Lindsey had to stick to the plan.
Stall Bruce long enough to get him buzzed enough to lower his inhibitions
and control the situation.
His tongue darted between her lips, she sucked the organ inside her mouth,
letting it roll around, feeling its velvety surface explore every nook and
cranny of her mouth. The way Bruce kissed made her see fireworks.
His hands pulled her into his large body.
Her fingers roamed the vast expanse of dark, taut muscle that made up his
chests playing over his nipples and bringing them to tight peaks.
Emitting moans into her kiss, Bruce tangled his fingers in her hair and
pulled her mouth to his.
“What are you up to?” he demanded to know.
“Nothing Bruce, just…oh just like that.” His hips arched into hers and she
cried when he pinched a nipple and licked her ear at the same time, “fuck
me you little shit.”
His chuckle against her chest rumbled something low inside her. “Odd you
calling me little.”
He pulled back. Looking into his eyes, Lindsey had trouble forming
sentences. Her body was on fire, her pussy ached for his touch and several
times his cock had brushed against the bunched up fabric barrier between
her flesh and his.
Her thighs were so damp, so incredibly wet right now. Bruce could slip
himself inside her and that would complete her, would sate her desire. But
she was losing her grip, her control over the situation. Her breathing
picked up, lungs filling and releasing oxygen quickly, slowly and then
quicker still.
Exploring her thighs, the inner most portion of her skin just below her
skirt, his hands trembled.
Lindsey looked into Bruce’s wanton face, saw the lust in his eyes and
nearly creamed herself when he slid two fingers inside her sopping pussy.
Arching into his hands, she felt the heel of his hand against her pubic
bone when his fingers sank completely inside her, spreading her lips apart
and learning her flesh. Flames danced over her skin, starting low in her
belly and spreading throughout her body.
Lindsey shuddered, riding Bruce’s rough fingers. Her cries became louder,
her fingers gripped his shoulders, nails dug into flesh and sensation took
over her thought.
Orgasm welled up like an ocean swelling, then it hit, like waves slamming
into the shore, crashing against the rocks.
With a deft stroke of his fingers, he hit her hot button.
Shaking, gripping, Lindsey jumped and locked her legs around Bruce’s
waist, her muscles clenching together on his fingers.
Her breathing slowed, returned to normal. Lindsey wiped her brow.
Bruce set her gently down on the counter top.
“Wow,” was all she could say.
“That’s right. Now, before I give you what you want, tell me why I’m here
Lindsey.”
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she looked away, closed her eyes, and
then looked back at his cock, bulging beneath his trousers. A small wet
spot appeared where the head of his cock rested.
Lindsey licked her lips. “What do you think I want, Bruce?”
Snaking a hand around the front of his pants, she fumbled with the zipper
and watched Bruce close his eyes.
He hissed at the mere touch of her hands on his cock. Gripping the
countertop, his knuckles turned white.
Her tiny fingers massaged his flesh up and down, his swollen member
pulsing in her tiny hands.
Bruce opened his eyes and stared hard at her. Through gritted teeth, “Are
you going to do something with that?” His eyes were narrow, very menacing
to anyone who didn’t know better.
Lindsey was playing with fire.
Yay for her!
“I intend on it, Bruce. But…” she looked at the clock above the stove.
“It’s almost time for my surprise.”
“What are you ta--,” he started but she squeezed his cock and ran a
delicate fingernail against the underside of his scrotum. He was shaved.
Yummy!
The doorbell rang. Lane was here.
Lindsey slid off the counter, pushing Bruce away just enough to lead him
to the door by his cock. Her skirt fell back into place and she managed to
straighten up her top with one hand. “Come along,” she giggled.
Her breasts bounced beneath her top, nipples rubbing against the fabric.
She moaned.
Walking to the door, she felt her slickness between her thighs.
“What are you thinking, you little shi—” His jaw dropped when she opened
the door. His cock jumped in her hand when she gave it a little tug.
A tall, blonde stood in the doorway, dressed in tan shorts and a blue
polo. His eyes sparkled arousal and his lips pouted just slightly.
“Lane, what a surprise. I didn’t expect you here tonight.” Lindsey glanced
at the astounded look on Bruce’s face. She couldn’t stifle a laugh.
“Well, you know Lashway. I couldn’t drop by without checking on my
favorite little whore. What’s this you’ve got in your hand?”
“He had a hand in the bush earlier,” she snickered.
Lane laughed. Pointing at Bruce’s cock, he smirked. “It figures. Has he
had a chance to dip that beautiful thing inside the bush yet?”
Lindsey gave his cock another squeeze.
Bruce ground his teeth. “What’s going on here?”
“You always had hot taste in men. Let’s see what fun we could have, shall
we?” Lane pushed past them, slipping his beach sandals off at the door.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“As a matter of fact—” Each word came out slowly.
Gripping Bruce’s cock, she put two fingers to his lips.
His tongue darted over her fingers, slowly tasting each one.
Giggling, Lindsey glared at Bruce. “Hush.” She turned to Lane, “No I don’t
mind. Lane, the more the merrier.”
“Oh goody!” Lane clapped his hands together. His eyes lit up like a kid in
a candy store.
“And I am in control, right Bruce?” She gave another jerk on his cock. She
laughed when the pleading look in his eyes became that of lust once again.
Lane dropped his shorts, unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of the pile
of clothes to reveal a fully nude, tanned and well muscled build. His cock
sprang to life instantly when Lindsey shoved Bruce’s pants to his ankles.
Bruce’s cock hardened in her hands. The cold air circulated, drawing his
balls up against his body
She led him over to stand in front of Lane.
“Why hello there,” Lane reached out, touching Bruce’s cock
Lindsey lifted up her skirt and dropped to her knees. Staring at both the
luscious cocks, she took them both in hand, enjoying the velvety stiffness
of Bruce’s cock compared to the almost rigid feel of Lanes. Licking her
lips, Lindsey gave both cocks a tug, enjoying how Bruce’s scrotum drew
against his body.
“So,” Lindsey looked into their eyes, both men’s mouths open partially,
“Which gets my hot mouth first?”
Looking up into both sets of eyes, it became obvious that Bruce wanted her
so much that he’d do anything to slide inside the warmth of her mouth.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I know what Bruce wants,” Lane reached a hand to
cup Bruce’s balls, giving them a gentle squeeze that almost got a groan
from Bruce.
Lindsey’s tongue laved the smooth flesh of his cock up and down once,
twice. Popping his swollen head in her mouth, she sealed her lips tightly
over his flesh and drew him out.
Bruce cried out, sighing heavily. His hands went to Lindsey’s shoulders.
His hips jerked forward. “I can’t believe—ah yes. Just like that.”
Lane’s mouth locked onto Bruce’s.
Enjoying the feel of Bruce’s hands on her shoulders, Lindsey took both
cocks in hand. Kneeling between them, she licked the head of Bruce’s cock,
then Lane’s. Both men moaned but Lindsey focused her attention on Bruce.
His cock flinched in her hands. Glancing up, she saw Lane’s tongue slide
between Bruce’s when he tried to speak. Too bad, his body reacted first.
Reaching a hand around Bruce’s thigh, Lindsey pinched his ass. The muscle
there was defined, sculpted hard and strong.
Slowly, his leg flexed before her.
Lane lowered them both to the couch.
All three sat down, with Lindsey in the middle. Stretching her body over
Lane’s, she lowered her head to Bruce’s cock. Breathing warm air on his
skin, she watched goose bumps appear. His nipples tightened. Sweat was
starting to form on his brow.
“I love this thing,” Lindsey mouthed.
“What thing?” Bruce asked.
His hands tangled in her hair. Stroking her shoulders, his caresses ran
down her small frame to her ass.
She wriggled her ass, feeling the heat of Lane’s legs beneath her.
Lane spanked her ass, “Don’t forget, I enjoy blowjobs too!”
Lindsey sat up and straddled Bruce. Reaching for Lane’s hand, she placed
his hand over Bruce’s cock. “Play with this for a moment.”
With eyes wide open, “Okay.” Lane responded.
He slid his hand up and down Bruce’s wet cock while stroking his own. His
fist bumped gently against Lindsey’s ass.
“Give me what I want, Bruce,” she mouthed before leaning into a kiss.
Their tongues wrestled. Still tasting the wine in his mouth, she drew his
tongue into her mouth. His hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples.
She cried pleasurably. Lindsey trailed a hand down her flat stomach and
between her spread thighs. Heat from Bruce’s cock and her sopping pussy
warmed her hand. The apartment smelled of sandalwood and sex.
Breaking from their kiss, Lindsey looked at Lane, stroking his cock
slowly. With his head thrown back against the couch, she watched him pump
himself and Bruce.
“Lane,” she paused just enough to bat Bruce’s hand away, “where would you
most like your cock?”
Glancing at Bruce’s tight ass, he motioned with his head. “Bruce’s
beautiful ass needs a good stuffing.”
“Lindsey,” Bruce protested, but a hand covered his mouth. The intoxicating
scent of pussy filled his nostrils and he licked her hand.
“Do you know where I want this,” she gave Bruce’s cock a squeeze?”
“In your ass?”
“Maybe later,” she giggled. “But I want you in my pussy. Can you show me
how well you can eat me?”
All he could do was nod.
Sliding off Bruce’s lap, Lindsey lay on the floor, spreading her legs.
“Come on Bruce, on your knees.”
Bruce stood, his cock bobbing proudly forward. Lane stood beside him, the
contrast of the two of them a hot sight to see. Lane was tall, thinner and
tanned, his usually well kept dirty blonde hair a mess. His forehead was
soaked in a thin sheen of sweat. Clean shaven all over his body, he looked
like a male doll with a really big dick.
Bruce’s shaggy hair was also usually well kept, but it was longer than
Lane’s by an inch or so. His 5 o’clock shadow came in, giving him a much
older, more rugged look. His eyes didn’t twinkle, they glowed one big neon
sign of lust. His body was more defined than Lane’s, his stomach a
washboard which Lindsey ran her fingers over.
Kneeling before her, Bruce blew softly on her thighs. Her nipples perked
up, the hair on the back of her neck stood. Placing chaste kisses on the
inside and out of her thighs made her tense. His large hands covered her
legs, spreading them further apart. Blood flowed all the way to her hot
cunt.
“Will you let him have what he wants, Bruce?”
Dipping his head into her shaved wet spot, his tongue pressed against her
opening.
She moaned. Reaching for his head, she pulled him up with chagrin.
“Bruce,”
“Yes damnit! I want him to fuck me as long as I get to eventually be
inside you.”
“I don’t have to be told twice,” Lane chimed in.
Lindsey watched Lane kneel behind Bruce. Reaching out with both arms, he
spread Bruce’s ass cheeks apart. Taking his cock in one hand, he covered
his fingers with Precum and pushed his way past Bruce’s tight asshole.
Bruce’s face relaxed when Lane’s fingers invaded him. Sighing blissfully,
Bruce lowered his head back between Lindsey’s spread thighs.
Just seeing down the line of her body was a sight! Bruce ate, lapping and
sucking her flesh until she neared orgasm.
His ass tightened visibly and his groans became louder.
Lane pulled out his fingers and spread Bruce’s ass cheeks apart farther.
Looking directly at Lindsey, he mouthed “now?”
On the verge of an orgasm, Lindsey’s head thrashed from side to side. “Yes
Lane, fuck him.”
Lane thrust hard into Bruce’s ass, his balls slapping against the other
man’s body.
Bruce cried out, his rigid cock bouncing against his belly. His tongue
swirled around her pussy in circles, sliding in and out of her wet
opening.
“Bruce, oh Bruce,” Lindsey moaned, “Lick more. To the left, just a little,
oh god yes!”
Jerking forward, his tongue brushed repeatedly over her clit, bringing her
higher and higher. With her body wound so tightly, she knew if she didn’t
stop this just long enough to make Bruce surrender what she wanted, then
they’d both come and she’d have to start the seduction all over.
“Oh yes, you have such a tight asshole,” Lane pounded against Bruce.
Lindsey loved the sight of two men. “Lane, wait.”
Lane’s thrusting stopped.
Bruce nipped her labia.
“Ouch,” Lindsey swatted his cheek, “Bruce you bastard!”
“Why’d you make him stop?” His breath came out in heavy pants.
“Because I want something from you.”
Lane slapped Bruce’s thigh.
Bruce grunted. Looking into Lindsey’s eyes, wanton lust showed clearly on
his face. “What do you want, Lashway?”
“Pull out, slowly, Lane.”
Lane withdrew inch by painful inch until just the head of his cock was
inside.
The pained look on Bruce’s face wasn’t enough for Lindsey. “Push into him,
slowly.”
Gripping Bruce’s hips, Lane pushed forward.
Bruce wriggled his hips back and forth, trying to shove Lane’s cock deeper
in, but he was only able to get what Lane gave him.
“What do you want, Lindsey?”
She closed her legs around Bruce’s head, aware that he could smell her
arousal. “I want that apartment.”
“Out of the ques—oh god damnit I love just where you hit.” Lane’s balls
bumped Bruce’s ass..
Bruce grabbed Lindsey’s legs and spread them apart again.
Resting her legs over his shoulders, she crossed her legs behind his back,
trapping him between her and Lane. “If you want to come, you’ll hear me
out.”
All three of them were sweaty now. It had grown rather humid in the
apartment. The fan kicked in, sending shivers though Lindsey.
“I want something too, Bruce. I want to come, but I can wait. I can go
find a boyfriend.”
Bruce’s face flushed red. “You wouldn’t.”
Lane’s hips jerked into Bruce’s.
Bruce pushed back to feel the contact but Lane held his hips firmly.
Lindsey saw Bruce reaching for his cock and immediately forced his head
down with her feet. His face slamming against her pussy made her body
spasm. She was so close. “Bruce, please,” she purred.
Bruce’s tongue laved her flesh. “Oh god,” he muttered, sending vibrations
through her body.
“Please,” her voice dropped a note lower.
Lane ran his fingers over Bruce’s spine and cupped his ass. “Just give in.
You can have all this, all the time if you do.” With a grunt, he thrust
his hips upwards.
Bruce’s body jolted. “Lindsey,” he panted, “I’m so close. Let’s talk
afterwards?”
The begging look on his face was priceless. “No.”
“But,”
“Yes, your butt is oh so warm. And tight. And hurry up damnit! I wanna cum
too!”
Throwing her head back in laughter, Lindsey forgot that Lane hadn’t gotten
off either. “Just give into me, Bruce. You know me. Besides, if you do,
I’ll not only let him finish fucking you, but I’ll give you a nice, soft
and moist place to put your own cock. You do want to sate your own lust,
don’t you?”
“Yes but damnit! It’s because I know—oh god,” he nearly choked on his
words when Lane slammed into him.
“Fine damnit! I’ll sign the lease over to you tomorrow. Now fuck me,” he
growled.
“Certainly.” Lindsey slid beneath Bruce and gave him a warm place to sink
his cock.
Lane pulled out of Bruce’s ass with a pop. Reaching for pillows, Lane
handed them to Lindsey for support.
Sliding them beneath her ass, she was now raised up at just the right
angle for both men. “Fuck me, Bruce. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Bruce sank himself inside her. The feel of his steel cock drove her to the
brink of pleasure.
“Bend over, bitch!” Lindsey’s commanding tone sent a shiver down Bruce’s
spine.
Pulling out, Bruce knelt and waited for Lane. “You coming?”
“In just a second,” the other man snickered.
“Hurry up,” Bruce growled.
“Boys, both of you can get what we want.”
Bruce smirked. Bending over, spreading his legs, he waited. Lane took his
cock in hand and gave one good hard shove into Bruce’s ass. Both men
groaned loudly.
Lindsey arched her hips up to reach Bruce’s delicious cock. The feel of
him plunging in was heaven!
The three of them established a quick rhythm. Screams echoed throughout
Lindsey’s tiny apartment and a neighbor banged on the walls.
Ignoring the noise, the three of them fucked harder, faster, their bodies
moving in waves like a sea of sex until Lindsey came first, orgasm rocking
her body beneath Bruce’s.
Grunting, Lane shot his load deep inside Bruce’s ass and that sent Bruce
over the edge.
His cock quivered and his body shook violently before firing his seed deep
within her pussy. “Goddamn,” they echoed in unison.
* * *
The next day, dressed in a white top and blue mini skirt, Lindsey got out
of her car and walked up the steps to Bruce’s office. When she walked in
the door, he stood, half grinning, half annoyed. The lease was in his
hands.
“You’re mine if I give this to you.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “You mean you want a relationship?”
Sighing heavily, Bruce looked squarely at her. His 5 ‘clock shadow from
last night was thicker now. He looked handsome standing before her in his
black slacks and gray shirt. “That’s exactly what I want. It’s the only
way I can keep track of you.”
Lindsey snatched the paper from Bruce’s hand and folded it up. With a
large smile, she looked at Bruce. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she gave him
a wet, sensual kiss.
“Done. Lane will be over tonight.”
“Good.” |
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