Chapter Eight
Dani
“ H ey, mami ,“ Andrés says as he leans toward my desk. “What do you say we get out of here? I can think of much more interesting ways we can spend our time than listening to the professor drone on…whatever it is he’s talking about.”
Thank goodness, I’ve done enough scenes that I don’t immediately burst into laughter because it’s what I want to do right now. Andrés is laying it on thick with his football persona.
“I don’t think so,” I tell him haughtily, keeping my eyes on Victor as he pretends to speak, his arms moving around as if he’s passionate about what he’s talking about.
“Oh, come on. I know you’ve been dreaming about wrapping those lush red lips around my cock.” He pauses. “Oh, wait. That’s me. That’s all I can think about.”
Victor’s hands slam down onto Andrés’s desk, but he just turns to the “professor” with raised eyebrows. “Yes?”
“Flirting instead of paying attention in class again?” Victor asks, leaning in close to the other man.
Andrés shrugs, gesturing toward me. “Can you really blame me?”
Victor’s gaze trails over my body, setting it alight, and I lick my lips. “No, I guess I can’t.”
His eyes drag back down my body before he pushes to his feet. “I think we’ll end there. Class dismissed.”
Andrés and I reach down to grab our bags, but Victor shakes his head. “No. Not the two of you. I’m tired of you interrupting my class.”
“It’s not my fault. I’ve turned him down every time, but he won’t leave me alone,” I whine, waving my hand toward Andrés. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”
“Oh, you’re not?” Victor cocks his eyebrow as he moves to stand in front of me, pulling the desktop up and away from me, allowing it to settle beside the seat. “You don’t think dressing like that encourages behavior like his?”
I smirk, blinking at him from beneath my eyelashes. “But I don’t dress like this for him, professor.”
“You don’t.”
I shake my head, pulling my skirt up as I spread my legs. “No, sir. This is all for you.”
Victor’s eyes lock on my pussy as I run a finger through my wet folds before offering it to him. He hesitates only for a moment before diving forward to lock his lips around it.
A growl leaves his lips as he drops my hand and steps back. His attention turns back to Andrés, whose eyes are between my legs.
“Is that what you want? That pretty pink pussy of hers that she’s offering me?”
He nods. “Fuck yes.”
“Then get on your fucking knees and eat her out. Prove to me you can be a good fucking boy, and maybe we can all get what we want out of this.”
Andrés remains silent as he pushes away his desk and kneels between my legs.
“But—“ I cut off with a moan as he licks me from ass to clit. “Oh, fuck it.”
Wrapping a hand in his curls, I yank him closer and grind against his face.
Victor chuckles. “I knew you were a slut, but at least you’re a good slut, who listens.”
Another moan leaves me, Andrés echoing it as my pussy clenches around his tongue. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard Victor call anyone a slut before, but I fucking love it.
He can call me his good little slut anytime he wants. I think I might like it even more than him calling me a good girl.
“You like it when I call you my good little slut?” Victor murmurs into my ear as he moves to stand behind me.
He flicks the buttons of my shirt open, my tits spilling out as soon as the last button pops.
His hands close around them, kneading them in his huge hands, and another moan slips out. “Oh, you really do, don’t you?”
“Yes, professor.” My voice is breathy as I gyrate against Andrés’s face and arch my back to force my tits further into Victor’s hands.
I love being with the two of them—together or separate, it doesn’t matter. They always make me feel so fucking good.
“Good,” he growls, nipping at my earlobe. “If you want to bounce on my cock, then you need to come on his tongue like a good fucking slut.”
I cry out, my hips bucking as Andrés pushes two fingers into me and begins fucking me with them. Victor moves back around me, kneeling beside me so he can suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth.
Sensations course through me as my orgasm builds like a runaway train. It bears down on me, my head growing dizzy as it falls back, and I let myself just feel.
I explode when I come, drenching Andrés’s face as I scream. Shivers wrack my body as I hold him to my pussy, my other hand finding its way into Victor’s hair as he moves his mouth to my other nipple and bites down.
A smaller orgasm hits right on top of the first one and leaves me both boneless and breathless as I slump back into my chair, releasing my hold on both men.
Victor pops off my tit, and I roll my head to the side to watch as he runs a hand through Andrés’s hair and jerks his head away from me.
“What a good boy you are. Now, let me have a taste.” Then he kisses the hell out of the other man. I lick my lips as I watch their tongues tangle, groaning together.
My thighs clench together as I watch the two of them. They’re always so hot together.
Victor’s chuckle is dark as he pulls back from Andrés and releases him so quickly that his hands hit my thighs. “Such good little sluts. I want you both naked.”
For a moment, I just watch as Victor removes his jacket, folding it and placing it on the other desk before turning back to us.
“Did I stutter?”
“No, professor,” we say in almost perfect unison as he helps me to my feet.
I push my shirt off my arms before reaching behind me to lower the skirt’s zipper. It falls to my feet, and my hands fall to the garter belt keeping my thigh-highs in place. “This too?”
Victor smirks. “No. I think you can keep the rest of it on.”
“Yes, professor.” I turn my attention back to Andrés just in time to see him push down his jeans—his jersey long gone—to reveal he’s not wearing anything beneath them.
His cock bobs as he kicks away his pants, stroking himself. The muscles in his abs flex, and I find myself wishing I could lick them.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?”
Andrés’s hand falls away as if he were burned. “No, professor.”
“Good boy,” Victor purrs, and I turn to find he’s finished undressing.
A lot of people would say he’s soft because he’s not toned like Andrés, and he has a little extra padding, but I know just how fucking strong he is. I love his body. It’s big and makes me feel safe when I’m in his arms.
“Now, I’m going to fuck both of you, but first, I want you riding my cock.” Victor’s eyes find mine as he settles into the chair I vacated, patting his thighs.
I hurry over, ready to climb straight onto his lap and onto his cock, but he stops me. I frown as he spins me around until I’m facing Andrés.
“You can look but not touch. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck her before I take your ass.”
“Fuck. Yes. I’ll be a good boy.” He hesitates. “Can I touch myself?”
Victor hums, the sound rumbling through me as he lifts me onto his lap with ease. “You can, but you can’t come.”
“Yes, professor.”
My legs settle on either side of Victor’s legs, his cock brushing against my cunt. I push back, ready to have him buried deep inside of me, but he stops me with a hand on my hip.
“You’re not the one in charge.”
I nod my head, twisting to look at him with wide eyes. “Of course not, professor. You’re in charge. I’m just so wet for you. I need your cock inside of me so badly. I’m afraid I’ll die without it.”
It’s a little over the top, but Victor just chuckles. “What a good cock slut you are. Ride me and make sure to give him a good show.”
He notches the head of his cock at my entrance, and I slide back on his fat dick like I was built for it. As soon as my ass meets his pelvis, I start moving and bounce on his lap just like he wanted.
Andrés’s eyes are locked on my pussy, watching as Victor’s cock slides in and out of me, but he’s quickly distracted by my swinging tits as I move faster.
Riding Victor is always fun. He’s long and thick, filling me completely. Add in the piercings that line the bottom of his shaft, and his cock is literally perfect. But fucking him like this means I’m not getting any friction against my clit.
While I have come with Victor with no clitoral stimulation, it was an extended session where he fucked me for hours before letting me come.
“I need more, professor,” I pant, continuing to work myself on his length as I stare at Andrés.
“Do you need someone to rub that needy little clit of yours?”
“Yes,” I cry out, and he chuckles.
“Fine. Touch yourself. Come all over my cock so Andrés can fill you up with his before I fuck his tight ass.”
A whine pours out of me as my fingers find my clit, and I know it won’t take much to have me spilling over the edge. Not ready to give up the cock inside me, I only graze my finger over my clit.
Andrés watches me for a moment before glancing up to meet my eyes, his eyebrows raised.
“Holding out on us?” he asks, and I shrug.
“I don’t want to come too soon.” I squeal when a hand lands on my ass, freezing for a moment before moaning long and loud as the bite of pain turns into pleasure.
“Do not edge yourself when I tell you to come on my dick,” Victor barks.
Unable to do anything but listen to him, I circle my clit as my pace picks up. The orgasm barrels into me, and I tilt forward as my body quakes. Victor’s arm is the only thing that keeps me upright as he fucks into me from below, drawing out my orgasm.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Now let’s give the boy what he’s wanted this whole time. Andrés, I want you to fuck her against the wall while I get the lube. Then I’m going to fuck you both.”
Another moan spills from me as Andrés yanks me off Victor’s cock and lowers me onto his. My hips rock of their own accord as he stalks toward the wall and presses my back against it.
“Fuck yes, Dani. Your pussy is fucking amazing.” His hands tighten on my hips before he pulls back and slams into me with a grunt. He pistons in and out of me, my breath coming in pants as he takes exactly what he wants.
I rest my head against the wall, reveling in the way he’s fucking me as my eyes fall shut until Andrés pauses, a groan spilling from his lips.
My eyes pop open to meet Victor’s, and I realize he must be prepping Andrés’s ass.
“So. Fucking. Hot.”
Victor grins at me, and I watch the way the muscles in his arm work as he fucks his fingers into Andrés’s ass. He fucks me harder, his head lying on my shoulder as he pants.
As someone who enjoys being fucked in the ass, I find myself a little jealous, but I also know just how good Victor is making him feel.
“Enough.” Victor’s voice is soft, but no less dominant as he steps back. “It’s time for me to take this ass.”
Andrés’s arms shake slightly as he steps back and lowers me to the floor.
Victor spins the desk around, pointing to the back of the chair. “Dani, I want your hands right here. Do not let go.”
“Yes, professor.” I hurry over, squealing when he slaps my ass again before rubbing out the sting and drawing another moan from me. I place my hands on the back of the seat as instructed, spreading my legs and sticking out my ass.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my ear. “Andrés, you know what to do.”
Andrés doesn’t hesitate to move behind me, sliding his cock against my pussy lips before pushing inside once more. I bite my lip, loving how much deeper he’s hitting me like this. It even makes up for the fact that I’m still wearing these fucking heels.
He doesn’t even have a chance to pull away from me before Victor is pushing him down until his chest is flat against my back.
I know exactly when Victor pushes inside Andrés, pushing the other man deeper into me and sending me screaming over the edge as fingers find my clit.
Then he’s fucking Andrés in and out of me as he takes his ass, and I lose all focus. All I can do is cry out and allow the pleasure to assault my senses as I’m fucked to within an inch of my life.
“You’re both being so good for me. Now, I want you to come.” Victor is back to using a softer tone, but we’re also both eager to please.
Andrés’s cock swells inside of me before his hot cum paints my walls, his fingers pinch my clit and send me over with him. Victor is still fucking Andrés into me, but his grunted curse sounds out a few moments later before their movements slow and then stop completely.
We all catch our breath before Victor pulls away, helping Andrés stand up straight, and I can feel the cum already slipping down my leg.
“Well, that’s hot as fuck,” Andrés murmurs, and Victor agrees. I shoot them a wink over my shoulder before the three of us move to our phones.
“I hope you all enjoyed the show,” I say quietly, knowing the others are speaking to their subscribers too. “I know I did. I’ll have the video up as soon as I can. Until next time.”
I blow a kiss at the camera before hurrying around and shutting down the stream before heading to the bed and collapsing.
Both men join me a few moments later, Andrés snuggling up to my front while Victor wraps his arms around both of us from behind me.
“Damn. That was amazing,” I admit, although I don’t know why I’m surprised. The three of us together are always epic.
Victor hums. “What time do you have the room until?”
“Ten-thirty. Don’t worry, we have plenty of time.”
“Good, then we’ll be fine to cuddle for a bit.”
I know I should argue with him. Cuddling after a scene isn’t something I’ve ever done with anyone besides the two of them and Maya. I wonder if they do it with others or if it’s just a us thing.
I’m not sure I want to know the answer as jealousy burns low in my belly.
It’s just work, Dani. Get it together.
Fuck. I wish it were that easy.