The Seduction of Liz #6
"The best part about being a regular here, Liz," John whispered, his lips grazing her ear, "is that we never have to settle for just one thing. I want to see you completely overwhelmed. I want you to remember this feeling every time you sit at your desk from now on."
He guided Liz to the center of the booth, making her turn around and bend over the low mahogany table.
The wood was cool against her stomach, a shocking contrast to the heat radiating from the two people flanking her.
Liz gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white, her heart hammering against the hard surface.
She felt her ass tilted up, exposed and vulnerable in the dim light.
"Look at her, Linda," John said, his voice dropping into that rough, commanding growl. "She's practically begging for it."
Linda sat up, her movements fluid and predatory despite her recent exhaustion. She moved to the front of the table, kneeling so she was face-to-face with Liz. Linda reached out, her fingers catching Liz’s chin and tilting her head up.
"You've been such a good girl tonight, Liz," Linda murmured, her eyes shining with a dark, appreciative light. "Now, I want you to focus on me. Don't look at anything else."
Linda leaned in and captured Liz’s mouth in a deep, desperate kiss, her tongue tangling with Liz’s. At the same moment, Liz felt John move behind her. His large hands spread her ass cheeks wide, and then she felt the massive, hot head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
"Oh god," Liz muffled into Linda’s mouth, her body tensing in anticipation.
John didn't wait. With one slow, authoritative surge, he buried himself inside her. Liz let out a jagged cry against Linda’s lips, her hips bucking as she took the full length of him. He felt even larger now, a solid, pulsing pillar that filled her to the point of bursting.
"Fuck, you're so tight," John hissed behind her. He began to move, his pace slow and deliberate, each thrust driving Liz further into the table.
While John claimed her from behind, Linda wasn't content to just watch.
She reached down, her hand disappearing between Liz’s stomach and the table.
She found Liz’s clit, which was now a red-hot nub of pure sensation.
Linda began to work it with a fast, fluttering motion, her other hand reaching up to squeeze Liz’s breasts, pulling on the nipples in time with John’s rhythm.
Liz was caught in a storm of pleasure. Every sense was occupied. She could taste Linda, feel John’s weight and power behind her, and hear the wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding. The shyness was dead; in its place was a raw, primal hunger.
"Please... fuck... I’m going to break," Liz sobbed, her head lolling as Linda continued to devour her mouth.
"Break for us, Liz," John commanded, his pace increasing, his thrusts becoming harder, more animalistic. "Show us how much of this you can take."
He began to fuck her with a frantic intensity, his hands moving from her hips to her hair, pulling her head back so she was forced to look at the ceiling while he drove into her. Linda stayed with her, her mouth moving to Liz’s throat, biting and licking the sensitive skin there.
Liz felt the pressure building to an impossible level.
It was a white-hot coil in her gut, winding tighter and tighter until she thought she might actually scream herself hoarse.
The world narrowed down to the point of impact—the place where John was hitting her deep and where Linda was lighting her on fire.
"I’m cumming! I’m cumming again! Oh fuck!" Liz screamed, her voice echoing through the shadows of the loft.
As her pussy began to clamp down in violent, rhythmic contractions, John let out a low, primal roar.
He didn't pull out. He thrust one last time, deep and hard, and Liz felt the hot, thick flood of his cum hitting her womb for the second time that night.
At the same moment, Linda’s fingers pushed her over the edge, and Liz collapsed onto the table, her body shaking in the throes of the most intense orgasm of her life.
Silence fell over the booth, save for the sound of three sets of lungs fighting for air. John remained buried inside her for a long minute, his forehead resting against the small of her back, before he slowly withdrew.
Linda crawled up onto the table, her naked body pressing against Liz’s side. She kissed Liz’s sweaty shoulder, her voice a soft, satisfied purr. "Welcome to Houston, honey. I think you're going to like it here."
Liz turned her head, looking at the two of them—the powerful man and the stunning woman who had just changed everything she knew about herself. She felt messy, exhausted, and covered in their combined fluids, but for the first time since she'd left Missouri, she didn't feel alone.
She looked at her discarded blouse and the charcoal skirt on the floor, then back at John and Linda. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face.
"So," Liz whispered, her voice husky and confident. "What are we doing next weekend?"
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