Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I felt so slutty and so wicked as I slowly began to tongue the one toy while I began to slip the vibrator inside my pussy. I closed my eyes again, imagining it was two real men again as I slowly pushed the one toy inside my slit. I moaned as it vibrated deep inside, pretending it was a man.
And not just any man. In my head, it was Damien. Damien with the gorgeous blue eyes, the perfect blond hair and the dangerous grin.
The little nub by the base of the toy came to rest against my clit, and I shivered at the naughty feeling of imagining it was my boss. I groaned as I parted my lips and let them close over the thick head of the other toy, moaning as I slurped at it like it were another man — Hunter, perhaps. Hunter with the slightly curled, black hair and the icy blue eyes. Hunter whose piercing gaze watched me in my mind, those eyes flashing as I took his cock deep in my mouth.
God it was hot. It was horribly inappropriate, and wickedly dirty, but I couldn’t remember being more turned on. I started to pump them in and out, bobbing my head on the thick toy between my lips and feeling the other one go deep in and out of my dripping pussy.
I could feel myself start to fall as I tumbled toward that sweet release. I closed my eyes and started to moan their names — Sean, Damien, and Hunter — as I slowly fucked myself towards release.
But I needed just a little more.
I turned my head, resting the toy against a pillow and still moaning with my lips around it as I brought a hand down between my legs and rubbed my clit. I moved the fingers lower, pushing them over my slick lips before I suddenly gasped as I felt a single finger press against my ass. In my head it was Sean of course. Sean with the chiseled jawline and the dark hair and eyes, the shadow of something fierce in his face. I moaned wildly, the fantasy taking over and the image of all three men taking me rushed through me like a drug. I could imagine them, hot, muscled, with three thick cocks fucking me and making me theirs. In my head, they made me call them sir as they made my body start to crumble, pushing me to that edge.
And I was just crashing over it, just about to fall into that wonderful abyss, when I could hear one of their deep, growling voices.
“Come for us, Arianna,” the voice purred, tight with pleasure, growling a demand.
“Be a good girl and make that tight little pussy come.”
With a cry, I exploded, my orgasm tearing through me as I threw my head back and gasped. I writhed on the bed, my legs clamping shut on both hands as my body twisted and shivered with orgasm.
Slowly, I came to, panting, my muscles slowly unclenching as I melted onto the bed.
Holy cow.
I sucked in air, feeling my face break out in a huge grin as I lay there, panting and staring at the ceiling.
God that was hot.
“Fuck that was hot.”
I gasped as I sat up bolt-upright, and that's when my heart about leapt out of my throat.
Because the voice of my bosses telling me to come hadn’t been in my head at all.
They’d been on my laptop speakers.
Because right there, grinning three big, smug, very hungry smiles at me, were all three of them, still on the video call.
I was frozen, staring at them in horror. They were still right where they’d been, lounging on the screen in their open-air cabana in their bathing suits.
And they were rock hard.
All three of them were staring at me, smirking, with huge bulges in their swim trunks.
“You have to hit ‘end’ on your side of things to stop the call, Arianna,” Hunter said with a grin, his eyes burning right into mine.
“I— I— !”
I was going to literally die of embarrassment, right there. I wanted to melt into a puddle and just evaporate, or I wanted a sinkhole to open beneath the house and swallow me whole.
“Sirs, I was—”
“Not another word, Arianna,” Sean growled, leaning forward as his eyes sparkled.
“I’m so sorry! I was only—”
“Not another word,” he commanded sharply.
I went silent, hands feebly covering myself and not even daring to move.
“You will, be at the office first thing Monday morning,” Damien said darkly. “On time, and ready to do your job, is that understood?”
I could only manage to nod.
“Yes,” I said meekly.
“Yes what, Arianna,” Hunter purred.
“Yes sirs,” I whispered back.
“Monday,” Sean growled again. “Be in our office at nine o’clock sharp.”
“And Ms. Holloway?” Damien leaned forward, a fire in his eyes and that thick bulge pressing against the front of his swimsuit.