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A billionaire’s daughter. Two hard bodied, cocky as hell, alpha bad boys. One major mistake. Talia Breitling’s about to find out just how dangerous a single night of doubles can be!
When I finally got promoted to president of my family’s company, I just had to find someone to celebrate with. Normally, I go for smart guys. Quiet. Kind. I’ve never been the type to go for the hard bodied bad boys. But when two former college football players, all muscled and tattooed, arrive at my party, I just can’t help myself.
I know it’s a bad idea to take them to bed.
But it gets even worse for me when I find out they work for my company.
Then when you add in our missing sex tape, and a mystery blackmailer, things fall apart even faster!
Now everything I’ve ever worked for is in danger of imploding, and I’m going to need my alpha bad boys to stop taking me from behind, and start having my back. Fortunately for me, they’re the type of men who protect what’s theirs…
One’s got me bent over a barrel.
The other’s got me on my knees.
It’s kind of hard to do what I have to, when I’m getting it from both ends. Fortunately, my blackmailer has no idea what I’m willing to do, or how far I’m willing to go, to win.
“You want to what?” my husband, Max, said.
“Come on… Just one more blow job. We’re letting him walk from here, I figure it’s a nice way to send him off.”
Max cocked his eyebrow. “Just head?”
I smiled. “Just head. After a shower.” I motioned to the bathroom door where Cody was waiting. Behind it, the sounds of running water were loud.
Max looked over. “I don’t know…”
“Come on, remember that weekend I let you spend with my friend Tara?”
He smiled. “Yeah. Fair enough.”
I kissed his cheek. “Ok. You bring the suitcases out to our car, pay the bill, and wait. I’ll be out in ten minutes. Fifteen tops.”
“Fifteen?” Max said.
“Fifteen. I promise.”
“Ok. But any more and I get to join in.”
“Done!” I threw my arms around my husband, gave him a big kiss, and ran into the bathroom.
Cody was standing there. Next to the hot, running shower. His hair was wet, but the rest of him was dry. “You ready?” he said.
“You have fifteen minutes,” I said.
“Then assume the position.” Continue reading “Renee’s Cross-Country Threesome (Part 3)”
“I can’t believe I graduated!” My student, former student, Nissa, was beaming. Mostly from the alcohol, partly from the graduation. “And thanks to your letter of recommendation I’ll be attending Uni in the fall!” Like most of her fellow students she was celebrating the last days of school. Graduation was still a ways off. But that was just a formality. She was a full fledge adult now, by Singapore standards at least.
She was a Malay by birth, which meant she had naturally dark skin, thick black hair, and soft curves that would make any man notice, all accentuated by a tiny skirt and tight top. But she also had slightly almond eyes, the kind accentuated with smoky makeup, giving her the look of a woman who just blossomed.
“Congratulations,” I said. “I told you it would happen.”
“I know.” She mulled about some, and looked at her feet. “But still, I wasn’t sure.”
“I was. You did incredible this semester.”
“Thanks, your extra attention really helped. As did all of those quiz retakes you let me have.”
“Nah,” I said. It was no big deal.”
She grabbed my arm. “No! Getting a retake is rare. Here, let me buy you a beer.”
“Oh,” I said, “I really shouldn’t. I feel strange drinking with students.”
“Then let’s head back to your apartment.” Continue reading “Graduation Day”
Last year a friend of mine named Margot had some work done to her house. The project took an extra two weeks, but even though she’s a stickler for punctuality, she didn’t mind about the overrun. I asked her about it for months, but all she did was shrug and smile. Finally, last week, she told me the whole story…
About halfway through the work on my home I was feeling especially thrilled. The two men who were doing the job were a pair of brothers, and they were practical twins. As I would find out later, Peter was a year older than Eric, but they were both young, ripped, and tan. Also, they both worked sans shirt, so I was always stopping for a chat. I said it was because I wanted to supervise, but really I was just getting their bodies down so I could get them right when I spent the night with my vibrator. But the thing is, a fantasy is only as good as its potential…
So, one Friday it started raining. The guys had to stop work. They could either go home, wait in their truck, or spend the storm inside. With me.
“Hey,” I called out from the back door. “You two want to wait out the rain inside?”
Peter looked over at his brother, then me. “Sure, sounds great!”
Eric nodded, and they both came in, just as the rain started to pour.
“Thanks, Mrs. Johns, we really appreciate it,” Peter said.
“Yeah, it’s coming down fierce,” Eric added.
“It’s my pleasure,” I said. “Go on into the living room, and I’ll grab you some coffee. Unless you want something else…” Continue reading “Margot’s First A2M”
“Pardon me, but your wife’s an asshole.” If I hadn’t been so angry I wouldn’t have said it. My boss, Mrs. Lang, had just sent me out to get a bottle of wine for her dinner party which was not in my job description. And not something I wanted to do at five o’clock on a friday.
“It’s not her fault your car died,” Peter said. He was crazy handsome. Tall and athletic with wide shoulders a square jaw, and full head of brown hair. We were in his black BMW, driving back towards the office.
“It’s her fault I wasn’t on my way home when it did.”
He laughed. “Yeah. I suppose. What were you doing this far out of town, anyway?”
“Getting wine for your dinner party. But even this store didn’t have any. Shit. Mrs. Lang’s going to kill me.
Peter laughed again. “Don’t worry. I actually have a few bottles of that vintage in my office. I’ll go grab them, and tell her it was you.”
I grabbed his arm. “Thanks so much, I actually really need this job.” Continue reading “Blowing the Boss’s Husband”
After that double fucking I’d received, we’d fallen asleep, and I was completely out. So out, I didn’t know what time I nodded off, or who was on either side of me. I figured my husband, Max, was spooning me from behind, and Cody was in front of me, on his stomach. But I couldn’t tell. And frankly, it wasn’t important. I was in a man sandwich, and couldn’t have been happier.
But then, around four AM I think, Max woke me up. By rubbing his hard cock against me from behind. But I wanted to be sure without waking up Cody, so I reached back, and wrapped a hand around his dick.
Yep. Definitely Max! It was pitch black, but I know his meat anywhere. So I whispered, “Hey…”
He nuzzled the back of my neck, then gently kissed around my shoulders and nibbled my ear. He whispered in a horse voice, “Hey…”
I smiled. And quietly, so as not to wake up Cody, said, “Do you want your present now?”
There was silence. And I kept pumping Max’s cock.
“You remember?” I said. “You can do anything to me… Anything?”
Max was quiet. But definitely excited. “Yeah.” Keep Reading!