CHAPTER SEVEN – DO YOU LIKE PENS?
Marnie
The click of the lock behind us was a commitment. A finality that made the air in the conference room feel charged, thin and dangerous, like the atmosphere just before a lightning strike.
James moved first. From the inner pocket of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, he produced a pen.
But it wasn't just any ballpoint. This was a heavy, gleaming cylinder of brushed stainless steel, minimalist and expensive.
It caught the low light from the recessed ceiling fixtures, a sliver of silver promise.
His gaze, when it met mine, was direct, unwavering. "On the table, Marnie."
It wasn't a question. It was a directive that landed low in my belly, a warm, heavy knot.
Brent's hand was at the small of my back, a firm, guiding pressure. The polished surface of the mahogany conference table was cool against my palms as I leaned forward, then brought my knees up, my high heels tapping against the hard surface. Oh my god, was this really happening? Was I actually poised on Gibson Grant’s conference room table as two dominant alpha males watched me with hungry eyes?
My posture was already vaguely vulnerable, my silk skirt rucked up around my thighs.
"Beautiful,” James rasped, blue eyes glinting. “But take off your panties, sweetheart. We want to see everything."
My breath hitched. My gaze flickered between his stern face and Brent's just as harsh expression behind me.
My eyelashes fluttered slightly, big breasts heaving, but before I realized it, my fingers hooked into the delicate lace at my hips, trembling just slightly.
I hesitated for a beat, the sheer audacity of it hitting me anew.
Here. In this room where people took meetings and put up projector slides, I was going to remove my panties for these men like nothing was wrong.
But with a slow, deliberate slide, I drew the scrap of lace down my legs.
I dropped them onto the polished wood, a tiny, tangled piece of black frippery against the vast expanse of dark mahogany.
I settled back onto my heels, knees spread, completely exposed save for the stilettos still strapped to my feet.
A soft sound of appreciation came from Brent behind me.
"Beautiful," he murmured, the word a warm puff of air against my shoulder blade. His hand came to rest on my waist, the weight of it grounding me, an anchor in the storm of my own pulse. “But up, baby girl. Get down into a squat because I want to see how much you’re dripping today.”
What? What was he talking about? But I did as he asked.
I stood upright on the conference table, teetering in my stilettos, before slowly lowering myself into a squat, my pussy bare and exposed.
OMG, this was obscene! Here I am, cunt wet and gleaming, as I squat down, down, down until my pussy hovers just a few inches above the surface.
Even worse, I’m so aroused that my twat drips a little, a small tacky string of grool dangling from my nether lips.
The men chuckle when they see it, and Brent reaches forward to catch the clear string in his palm before reaching up to pat my cunt a few times.
“Very pretty,” he rumbles, blue eyes flaring. “Goddamn, you’re soaked.”
I let out a low moan, tipping my head back as he strokes my kitty with clever fingers, hot tingles running through my most sensitive part.
“Oh god!” I cry out. “Mmmm!”
“Fuck, you’re responsive,” James rasps, also stepping close now.
But he doesn’t touch me with his hands, not yet.
Instead, he brings the pen forward. The tip, rounded and perfectly smooth, was chilled, and he traced a slow, maddening path with it, starting at the hollow of my throat.
The cold metal was a stark shock against my overheated skin.
He dragged it down, between my collarbones, through the shallow valley of my cleavage.
I arched into it, a silent plea, making him chuckle.
"Look at you," James rasped, the words almost lost with lust. He didn't finish the thought though because he didn't need to.
His focus was absolute as he guided the pen lower.
The cold tip grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I bit back a whimper.
He hovered there for a moment, teasing, before finally, finally, bringing it to the slick, swollen flesh between my legs.
The initial contact of the frigid metal against the molten core of me made my entire body jerk.
“Oh my god!” I gasped, eyes going wide. “Are you going to--?”
James merely grinned lasciviously, with no hesitation whatsoever.
"That’s right," he rasped, eyes glued to where the writing implement grazed against my little hole. “Have you ever been fucked with a pen before, Marnie? Because this is your chance.”
This was so wrong! I was about to be fucked by a pen in a conference room, which seemed dirty, nasty, and way too depraved.
I’ve heard of sex in a conference room before, but I thought it would be standard issue, with a woman bent over a table with her skirt pulled up while being railed from behind.
No one ever said anything about getting a pen in my pussy!
But I had no time to think because James began the insertion, and it was delicious. There was no resistance, just a slow, inexorable glide of smooth, heavy steel into my sweetest spot.
“Unnnnh,” I moan, throwing my head back. “Ooooh yes.”
It was an alien sensation, cool and unyielding, filling me in a way a finger never could.
He didn't thrust, just held it there for a moment, letting me adjust, letting the impossible cold of it seep into my heat.
My head fell back against Brent's shoulder, my mouth open on a silent gasp.
My own fingers scrabbled at the polished wood of the table, with no leverage whatsoever.
“Yesss,” James hissed, blue eyes bright as they fixed to point where my pussy was penetrated. “Fuck you look so good being fucked like this, sweetheart. Do you want more?”
Yes! I wanted him to slide it in and out a few more times, giving me the drill with this unexpected implement.
But then there was a click at my side, and my eyes parted slowly to show Brent brandishing a second pen.
What the hell? It was a sleek, black Montblanc he was never without, with a smooth, fat tip and six inches of pure power. Was he going to…? Oh my god!
Before I could say anything, I felt the cool, rounded tip of it press against the tight, forbidden pucker of my ass.
“Yes baby,” he hissed. “We like our girls to be full-service, and that means penetration in both the front and back. Can you do it, Marnie? Are you ready for this kind of deprivation?”
My whole body went rigid. A choked, panicked sound escaped my throat.
I’ve only had the pleasure of having a big, veiny dick in my ass once before, but I’ve never done double penetration!
This is too much! Panic rose in my chest, and a small whimper escaped my throat as my pussy throbbed, my asshole tightening in reflex.
As if in answer, James's hand came up, not to touch me, but to brace against the table on the other side of me, caging me in.
"Shhh," he soothed, his thumb stroking the polished wood. "Relax, Marnie. Breathe for Brent."
The illicit thrill of it, the sheer wrongness and the smooth, certain pressure, was a tidal wave.
Brent's free hand came around to my front, his fingers finding my clit, circling it with a practiced, gentle touch that sent sparks through my nervous system.
The dual sensations were overwhelming. James's pen, a cool, solid presence in my cunt, and Brent's fingers, working magic on my most sensitive spot, all while the smooth, unyielding tip of his own pen nudged insistently at my rear entrance.
“Very good,” Brent rasped. “Just relax, sweetheart. It’ll go in easier this way.”
I forced myself to breathe, to unclench. And as I did, as Brent's fingers coaxed a fresh wave of wetness from me, the tight ring of muscle at my ass relaxed a little. The pen pushed into my anus, just an inch, a smooth, shocking intrusion.
“Oh!” I cried out, from surprise more than anything. “Unnh!”
The feeling was full, intense, a stretch that was strange and oddly alluring.
I could feel the two pens jostling a bit against each other, and the thought made me horny.
It was a line being crossed, a taboo shattered in the quiet of a corporate boardroom.
Both men were fiercely aroused by the dirty sight too.
"Jesus," Brent's voice was ragged, tight with control. "You're taking it, sweetheart. Both your holes are getting fucked, and you’re such a good girl for doing what Daddy asks. Fuck yeah."
Then, James began to move the pen in my ass, a slow, shallow withdrawal and another push. The metal, warmed now by my body, glided effortlessly into my ass and I let out a shrill squeal.
“Ooooh! Unnnh!”
Brent moved too, the tip of his pen a counterpoint, a deeper, fuller pressure in my cunt.
The combination, the slick slide in front and the tight, stretching pressure behind, the two men bracketing me, their scents and their voices and their complete, focused attention—it was too much.
A coil of unbearable tension wound tighter and tighter in my core, a spring about to snap.
"Brent," I gasped, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the table. "James—"
Brent's fingers on my clit pressed harder, circling faster. "Let go, Marnie. Let us have it. You love being double-fucked because you’re a horny, slutty little girl, so just enjoy it. Climax for us, baby girl. Three…two… one… NOW."
My body obeyed as the spring snapped. My vision whited out, my back bowing as a shuddering, violent release tore through me.
A cry was ripped from my throat, raw and unrestrained.
My asshole clamped down, convulsing around the smooth, implacable metal inside me, as my pussy burst into a series of violent tremors.
“Ooohhh!” I screamed in the conference room, not caring who heard. “Oh oh oh!”
The pleasure was so sharp it was almost agony, a blinding, all-consuming wave that left me shaking and boneless. My two holes massaged the pens again, hot drips of vaginal juice spattering all over the men’s hands as they fucked me through my orgasm.
“Yes, baby,” Brent rasped, blue eyes glowing. “Fuck yes.”
“Give us everything,” James groaned. “Oh shit shit shit.”
The climax was too much. I collapsed forward, my forehead pressing against the cool, unyielding surface of the conference table, my body twitching through the aftermath, sated and yet totally alive as well.
My nipples felt tight, my holes still squeezing the implements within. Oh god, I’m such a slut!
Yet the men loved it. Their eyes ate me up, and they didn't stop either .
James worked the pen in my pussy a few more slow, deep strokes, drawing out the spasms until I was whimpering with oversensitivity.
Brent too, moved his pen in and out of my asshole, humming with approval before carefully withdrawing the implement.
It came out shiny and wet from a combination of ass sweat, lube, and body fluids.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, staring at the implement. Then, he took a long lick of the pen and smiled devilishly at me. “I love the taste of your ass on this pen, sweetheart. I can’t wait to get more.”
What? Was this man for real? Did he just lick a dirty pen that had just been in my anal canal? But as I watched, he did it again before thrusting the writing implement into his pocket and winking.
“I want to have this ready for later today,” he chuckled. “I have an important signing, and this is the pen to do it with.”
Brent did the same with his ballpoint, lifting it to his nose for a deep inhale, before depositing it in his pocket.
“I have some documents to sign this afternoon, and I’ll definitely be signing them with this, baby girl. It’ll remind me of you.”
I stared at the two powerful alpha males as they winked at me once more before turning to the door.
"Saturday. Seven o'clock. My place,” Brent rasped while pulling the door open. “Don't be late."
Then, the door shut and I was alone in the conference room once more.
What the hell just happened? Did I just get double fucked by two ballpoints while crouched on a mahogany table?
Did Brent and James just bring me to climax by double-penetrating me with writing implements that they fully intended to use later today? Oh my god.
Then, I pushed myself off the table in a flash, while simultaneously straightening my blouse, pulling my skirt down, and trying to look decent.
The door was no longer locked, and anyone could come in!
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to make myself look “normal,” although of course, that’s impossible.
My flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and glowing skin gave it away, but a girl’s got to try.
Still, when I finally exited the conference room, a secret smile, private and deeply satisfied, curved my lips because despite the depravity of the situation, I loved it.
I loved being with Brent and James, and I adore how filthy and unrelenting the two alpha males are.
What will they have in store for me on Saturday?
Because I can’t wait to find out.