Kate - 6 Times a Day ♈ ♏ ♋ #3
Graham laughed, "Took a moment to absorb all of that, huh?
" He turned me to stand before the roses, "Yes, it's all true.
She was an excellent mother to our children, and besides not wanting sex as much as me, she was a pretty good wife.
And now she occasionally uses me for sex when she is craving a dick.
Her wife, or girlfriend, whatever they are now, is not too happy about it, but I'm just a tool to her, and that's fine.
" His explanation was refreshing and surprising, and my mind began to wander to all the questions I should be asking this handsome man.
As Graham stepped to start taking pictures of me, I indeed noticed how sexy he was.
His muscles were not cut and defined but large and strong, and his height was easily over six feet.
I found myself examining him as he started snapping photos of me.
I became comfortable quickly, and I remembered I needed to look at the prophecy, and it may give me a hint about Graham; maybe he was the next man on the list.
The scent of roses filled my senses as the sun reflected off Graham's camera. He had me pose in about ten different ways. Small groups of people walked through the area and smiled at me, and some kids waved, thinking I could be someone important.
Twenty minutes passed, and I was ready to find my husband.
"Hey, are you about done? I think I should catch up with my boys." I said as I walked towards Graham.
Graham looked at me seriously, "Kate," he addressed me and pulled me in for a hug, "Kate, you are breathtaking," his arms tightened on my torso. "You have to let me see those panties again."
I looked at him, shocked but also not surprised at how forward he was becoming. "Let me go, Graham. I knew this all felt weird."
"Felt weird?" He asked in a calm voice. "You're the one that came with me, what the fuck, Kate?" His calm was almost frightening.
"Please, you need to let me go." Some panic crossed my face.
What had I done? Why did I go with him? Why didn't I run the other way when he talked about my panties?
As the panic started to take hold, I looked up into his experienced eyes, and suddenly, a wash of calm came with a flash of the Scorpio Zodiac symbol.
"Kate, shhhhh," he looked around quickly and lifted me over his shoulder. Graham swung his large hand and slapped my ass, and he began walking on an employee-only trail so nobody else would see us, "Kate, stay quiet, and nobody gets hurt."
At this point, I knew I was in the grip of fate once again. As dangerous as this situation felt, I also felt an increasing sense of empowerment in knowing he would be one of my 12 men." What do you mean, nobody gets hurt?" I asked, barely phased by the spank.
SPANK! SPANK! Two more brutal slaps made my ass jiggle, and vibrations traveled up my spine. He entered the barn as mentioned earlier, and he was not incorrect; it was full of gorgeous flowers of every color, all perfectly laid out in organized rows on tables.
"Kate, my sexy fire-crotch. I'm not some silly conquest like your husband or that other mock-alpha that you are here with.
" He plopped me onto a red, comfortable, cushioned chair with a tall back and high armrests.
"I am a friend of Remy. I immediately knew you were under the influence of one of his promiscuous predictions.
" He looked down at me as he spoke. His eyes were not unkind, but very matter of fact, I knew I was about to get fucked, hopefully in a good way.
"Wait, wait, wait! You have to tell me more." I pulled the prophecy from my purse as he knelt and lifted my legs onto the arms of the chair. "Wait! Tell me what you know. How could you tell I had a prophecy? Are you psychic, too?"
He knelt in front of me as he gazed at my panties, holding my legs on the arms of the chair.
His knowing eyes moved from my crotch up to my eyes, then to the prophecy.
"Sweetie, you need to understand that Remy is real.
He is a real son-of-a bitch in a lot of ways, but he knows how to create these journeys.
" His hands ascended my legs and pulled the prophecy from my hands.
He pointed to the Scorpio symbol, which was glowing a bright red.
"Whoa, that's new…" I said with a bit of surprise, widening my eyes.
"It's not that new, Sweetie. You just haven't been paying attention.
" He placed the paper to the side and began rubbing my legs as I looked around the barn, the scent of the flowers filling my nostrils, it was almost overwhelming.
"That paper changes each time you meet another man that is destined to fuck you.
It's hard to accept, but I'm going to tell you, you will end up with one of the men on the list. You may love your cucky-hubby, but that's all he will end up being to you. "
"That's a lie! Vincent is the best, and it's not like he can't fuck me just as good as any of the men I've been with so far." Perhaps I was the one lying.
An instant smirk curled one side of Graham's face, "Sweetie, that's the dumbest shit I have ever heard. All of the men you will experience will be superior to Vincent. ALL. OF. THEM." He leaned in close, speaking those words to my panty-covered slit.
He was so close, holding my legs wide with his strong hands. "Graham, is this really the way you want to do this? Shouldn't we go on a date first? Get to know each other more?"
"Kate, Kate, Kate. We only have a limited time. Although I may be the best fuck you'll have from the 12, I'm not going to be your partner. And neither is my friend." Graham pushed buttons so well.
"Friend? What friend?" I asked with little attitude as he exhaled hot air onto my privates, through the lace, causing a shiver.
"My friend Frank." It was almost like these two had planned this. Oh, right, they had. Frank walked in front of me as Graham continued breathing into my center.
"Hey, Kate, is it?" Frank was a very handsome, older Hispanic male.
It was clear these two could have been old friends.
I looked up at him with embarrassment covering my cheeks as Graham so expertly lit a fire inside my body; the touch strong as he massaged my legs and his breathed on my vagina, I didn't expect to feel this way just 15 minutes ago.
I nodded, "Yes, and you're Frank?" Asking as Graham's mouth opened and sucked on my pussy through the thin fabric.
"Yes. And I hear you have one of those silly prophecies?"
"How did you hear - uhhhh damn —— how did you hear that?" Graham's confidence was growing as my underwear was now wet from more than just his mouth.
"Graham was sending me a few messages as soon as he saw you. You can go right now if you want girlie. I can take care of Graham if this doesn't feel right."
A puzzled look on my face, "You mean you'll satisfy him?"
"Fuck no! Don't misunderstand. I'll go take him for a beer. You nasty girl." From this, we all laughed, a needed moment of humor in this escalating situation.
Graham took a break, looking at Frank and me, "That may be the dumbest thing I have ever heard.
" Graham stood and began to strip. His chest was muscular, with some body hair.
He was so tall and manly, he had a muscular dad bod and I was definitely there for it, just watching him made me bite my lip.
This was so unlike me though. I never hooked up with anyone before, I always needed more than just that.
Frank stripped next to him; his handsome face was complemented by his slim and muscular build. The hint of abs looked great on him, not an entire six-pack, but he was undoubtedly gorgeous.
I stayed in the chair, splayed open for the two men as they dropped their underwear; both of them were incredibly large, Graham easily over 9 inches and thick as a can of soda, Frank just as long and still respectably thick.
At that moment, it seemed like time froze.
I was staring at the two older men, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind bounced like I had downed ten cups of coffee, but I knew.
I knew this was supposed to happen. I felt safe, I felt scared, but overall, I knew I needed these men.
These two were different. They knew about the prophecy and were practically glowing; I couldn't help it. I wasn't just going to lay there.
I hopped from the seat, my dress and panties flying at the two giant men in front of me. My own internal fire roared, plus I knew I looked good. Freshly groomed and coiffed, I stepped back onto the chair to be closer to their heights.
"Who's first?" I couldn't believe the words as they burst from my mouth.
Frank stepped forward and put his arm on Graham's chest, "Let me go first, beer-can," he said and stepped towards me.
Frank wasted no time lifting me by my ass and kissing me deeply.
His member rubbed my quim as we kissed passionately.
It felt like heat was flowing from all of my pores as I frantically grabbed at him; my passion for a man I had just met made me drip, and my hips rolled.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Frank!" I begged, and then he did. Frank set me on the one table not covered in flowers, spread my legs, and pushed into me quickly. "OH HOLY FUCK!" I screamed out as he moved deep into my body with one powerful thrust, held against my cervix.
"You like that? Your cunt does." He laughed as he started pumping me fast. There was no time to waste; we both felt it.
We both needed it. We both had to have it.
Our hips slammed and slapped into each other.
His hand roamed my body; he grabbed my tits, slapped them, then his hand continued to explore every inch of skin.
His touch was intense and unyielding as my hips, neck, arms, legs, every part of me felt his grip as he pumped my pussy like he had fucked me a hundred times.