Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
The illicit thrill of it, the sheer wrongness and the smooth, certain pressure, was a tidal wave. Brent's free hand came around to my front, his fingers finding my clit, circling it with a practiced, gentle touch that sent sparks through my nervous system. The dual sensations were overwhelming. James's pen, a cool, solid presence in my cunt, and Brent's fingers, working magic on my most sensitive spot, all while the smooth, unyielding tip of his own pen nudged insistently at my rear entrance.
“Very good,” Brent rasped. “Just relax, sweetheart. It’ll go in easier this way.”
I forced myself to breathe, to unclench. And as I did, as Brent's fingers coaxed a fresh wave of wetness from me, the tight ring of muscle at my ass relaxed a little. The pen pushed into my anus, just an inch, a smooth, shocking intrusion.
“Oh!” I cried out, from surprise more than anything. “Unnh!”
The feeling was full, intense, a stretch that was strange and oddly alluring. I could feel the two pens jostling a bit against each other, and the thought made me horny. It was a line being crossed, a taboo shattered in the quiet of a corporate boardroom. Both men were fiercely aroused by the dirty sight too.
"Jesus," Brent's voice was ragged, tight with control. "You're taking it, sweetheart. Both your holes are getting fucked, and you’re such a good girl for doing what Daddy asks. Fuck yeah."
Then, James began to move the pen in my ass, a slow, shallow withdrawal and another push. The metal, warmed now by my body, glided effortlessly into my ass and I let out a shrill squeal.
“Ooooh! Unnnh!”
Brent moved too, the tip of his pen a counterpoint, a deeper, fuller pressure in my cunt. The combination, the slick slide in front and the tight, stretching pressure behind, the two men bracketing me, their scents and their voices and their complete, focused attention—it was too much. A coil of unbearable tension wound tighter and tighter in my core, a spring about to snap.
"Brent," I gasped, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the table. "James—"
Brent's fingers on my clit pressed harder, circling faster. "Let go, Marnie. Let us have it. You love being double-fucked because you’re a horny, slutty little girl, so just enjoy it. Climax for us, baby girl. Three…two… one… NOW."
My body obeyed as the spring snapped. My vision whited out, my back bowing as a shuddering, violent release tore through me. A cry was ripped from my throat, raw and unrestrained. My asshole clamped down, convulsing around the smooth, implacable metal inside me, as my pussy burst into a series of violent tremors.
“Ooohhh!” I screamed in the conference room, not caring who heard. “Oh oh oh!”
The pleasure was so sharp it was almost agony, a blinding, all-consuming wave that left me shaking and boneless. My two holes massaged the pens again, hot drips of vaginal juice spattering all over the men’s hands as they fucked me through my orgasm.
“Yes, baby,” Brent rasped, blue eyes glowing. “Fuck yes.”
“Give us everything,” James groaned. “Oh shit shit shit.”
The climax was too much. I collapsed forward, my forehead pressing against the cool, unyielding surface of the conference table, my body twitching through the aftermath, sated and yet totally alive as well. My nipples felt tight, my holes still squeezing the implements within. Oh god, I’m such a slut!
Yet the men loved it. Their eyes ate me up, and they didn't stop either . James worked the pen in my pussy a few more slow, deep strokes, drawing out the spasms until I was whimpering with oversensitivity. Brent too, moved his pen in and out of my asshole, humming with approval before carefully withdrawing the implement. It came out shiny and wet from a combination of ass sweat, lube, and body fluids.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, staring at the implement. Then, he took a long lick of the pen and smiled devilishly at me. “I love the taste of your ass on this pen, sweetheart. I can’t wait to get more.”
What? Was this man for real? Did he just lick a dirty pen that had just been in my anal canal? But as I watched, he did it again before thrusting the writing implement into his pocket and winking.
“I want to have this ready for later today,” he chuckled. “I have an important signing, and this is the pen to do it with.”
Brent did the same with his ballpoint, lifting it to his nose for a deep inhale, before depositing it in his pocket.
“I have some documents to sign this afternoon, and I’ll definitely be signing them with this, baby girl. It’ll remind me of you.”
I stared at the two powerful alpha males as they winked at me once more before turning to the door.
"Saturday. Seven o'clock. My place,” Brent rasped while pulling the door open. “Don't be late."