Story 3 #3
They looked at one another, and she could sense the tension between the two of them. She looked around the office - the desk, the chair, the couch in the corner - and she couldn’t help but wonder where it would be, where it might happen.
As she turned back to him, he came in closer to her.
“I guess it’s lucky for us that you stopped by, hey?” he said, his voice dropping low.
“I guess so,” she replied, smiling, and then he was there, right in front of her.
One of his hands went to her face, pushing her hair back behind her ear.
His touch was gentle. She looked at the spots of grease on his hand and thought about them on her face, marking her, making her dirty.
She likes that. She liked the idea of him getting her dirty, of his hands leaving marks on her body that would show here his lust had sent them.
She looked up at him, wide-eyed, and then he leaned in to kiss her. Her lips parted, ready for it, and then his mouth was on hers, his kiss rough, the light stubble on his face scratching at her soft skin in a wonderful way.
She put one of her arms around behind his head, her fingers in his short hair, and her other hand went to one of his arms as he grabbed her roughly by the waist, pulling her to him.
She felt the bulge of one of his biceps, the solid muscle feeling wonderful beneath her hand.
She squeezed it gently and stroked it before her hand moved to the front of his body, moving over his chest.
As she did that, one of his hands moved behind her, going to the small of her back and resting there for a moment, and then it moved up her back, feeling her body, pushing up beneath her hair, and then it moved back down again, moving past the small of her back now, down to grab hold of her ass.
She felt him grab it, pulling her in even closer to him, his body against hers. She could slightly smell the grease and an undertone of his sweat, and it was making her dizzy with desire.
Then, suddenly, she heard footsteps.
She turned, and there was Chris. Ben still held onto her as he turned to look at his friend.
She smiled wickedly at Chris, feeling wonderfully dirty for having been caught like this, imagining him feeling jealous as he walked in on this scene, wishing that he had made the move on her.
She had to be honest with herself as well; she kind of wished that it had been him who had made the move as well.
Not that she had any complaints about Ben.
But she was just feeling so turned on that she couldn't help but find herself thinking about this man as well.
She bit her bottom lip, looking at him coyly but with a wicked little smile on her lips. She wanted him to want her, wanted him to go home that night imagining what he might have done to her.
She was expecting him to leave the room, maybe somewhat flustered.
However, she was surprised when he smiled and nodded slightly.
She felt Ben’s grip on her loosen just the tiniest bit.
She turned to him, unsure of just what was happening.
But then Chris was walking toward her, and before she knew what was happening, he took hold of her hands and pulled her gently toward him.
She took a couple of steps and stood right before him, giving herself to him.
She was aware of Ben standing close by, and then she felt his hand gently stroke her waist as though he was reassuring her that this was fine, that this was good, that this was what they both wanted and, therefore, what she wanted as well.
She let Chris take her, then, pulling her to him, and then he was kissing her, and she felt his powerful body pushing against her own, making her feel so small, so delicate, so ready to submit to him.
Her mind was still racing as she tried to make sense of just what this situation was, how there were these two men here, and it didn't seem as though she was going to have to pick between them.
Instead, it seemed as though they liked to share.
She still wasn't completely sure how a situation such as this would work out, but she was more than ready to find out.
She kissed him back, kissed him just as roughly as he was kissing her, with one of her hands going to the back of his head and the other one moving down his front and then pulling at his T-shirt, her hand going beneath it and moving over his stomach, pushing up to his chest and feeling his muscles,
wanting more of them, more of him.
And all the while, his hands were moving over her body, exploring her in a way that made it feel as though he was claiming her for his own.
His kisses moved to her throat, and she held his head, letting out a sigh and then biting her bottom lip.
She had her eyes closed, but she opened them and looked over to see Ben watching.
She looked at his body with that tight T-shirt on, thought about how good it had felt when she had thought that he was claiming her for his own, and she found herself wanting him again.
She really felt as though she was quite spoiled in that moment.
He saw her looking at him and came over to stroke her face, looking down into it with a mix of reverence and wild, animalistic desire.
He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, and she felt herself go weak at the knees.
One of his hands went to her ass, cupping one cheek and giving it a playful squeeze before moving over, his fingers spreading and grabbing hold of it properly.
She felt him squeeze her ass, kneading it, and then she felt him pulling her dress up at the back, his hand going in beneath it and pushing her panties down properly, grabbing her, his fingers, sliding down her ass, taking hold of as much of it as she he could,
and for a moment she felt as though the tips of his fingers, pushing down to the bottom of her ass, were seeking for something else, as though the were going to push between her legs from behind, looking for her pussy, and a part of her was excited for that possibility.
But, for now, anyway, he seemed to be happy enough with her ass, and as he grabbed hold of it he kissed her again as his friend’s kisses moved down her throat, down to her shoulder, pushing the thin strap of her dress to one side and licking at her skin as one of his hands moved up her body,
taking hold of the outside of one of her breasts, stroking it.
Her hands were now beneath both men’s tops, feeling their muscles, and now she wanted more of them, now she was ready to give herself to them completely.
Chris raised his face to look into hers, and she broke off her kiss with Ben, now kissing each of them in turn, feeling as though she was in control here even as she felt ready to give herself up to both of them.
Her hands ran down their bodies, down past their stomachs, down to the top of their pants.
She looked from one man to the next with a naughty smile on her lips, and then her hands moved down to the front of their pants, finding the hardness there and squeezing it playfully, feeling a thrill of power as she felt herself in control.
But then Ben pushed her back against the desk, and she let out a slight gasp, feeling his power, and then she hopped up onto the desk as he moved between her legs, his hands on her thighs as she felt him pushing himself against her as he kissed her roughly.
She pulled at his T-shirt, and he broke off the kiss long enough for her to pull his T-shirt up over his head, and then he was there again, kissing her again, his hands on her thighs moving up beneath her dress to her panties, and her hands all over his body.
She felt one of his hands move around to the front of her panties, felt the slight pressure of his thumb against her, felt the thumb rubbing back and forth over her clit.
She buried her face in his throat, gasping with pleasure, and now she was undoing his pants, pushing them down, grabbing hold of his cock, and it was just as big as she had imagined it would be.
It was fat and heavy in her hand, hard and throbbing as she squeezed it lightly at the base.
Then her hand began to stroke it, and she felt him thrusting slightly into her hand.
She raised her head and looked over at Chris as Ben’s thumb kept working at her pussy, now pushing her panties to one side and touching her properly, making her gasp again.
She could feel how wet she was, and his thumb brushing against her, feeling that wetness, was driving her wild.
As she looked at Chris, he came over to her, and then he was bending over her, kissing her, and then she felt one of his hands pushing down into the front of her dress, grabbing hold of one of her breasts, and squeezing it.
She was feeling more and more as though she was just their toy now, something for them to use for their own pleasure, and she had to admit that she liked the feeling.
She was kissing Ben again now as Chris pulled the top of her dress down, and then he was sucking on her breasts, and she felt her body shaking with pleasure. Both men wanted her, and both men were having their fun with her.
And she knew just what to do in return.
As she felt Chris' lips pushing against one of her nipples, as she felt his tongue flicking at the nipple, exciting her even further, she undid his pants and pushed them down, pulling his cock out in just the same way as she had done with Ben's.
He was also big, also rock-hard, and now she was jerking both men off as they played with her tight little body.
Then Ben surprised her.
He dropped to his knees, pushing her dress up and kissing the inside of her thighs, his kisses moving up, up, till his mouth reached her panties.
She felt him kiss her pussy through her panties, felt the pressure of his lips pushing there and then lingering for a moment, and then she felt him bite the top of her panties and pull them down, tugging them down her legs.
Her and Chris both looked down at what was happening and then Chris grabbed her by the throat, squeezing it slightly as he kissed her before his hand moved down to massage one of her breasts again,