“To hell with that man,” Cherry muttered. She was all dressed up with nowhere to go. No, that wasn’t true, she was somewhere, she was at The Stable Bar, an exclusive little place on the outskirts of town that was rarely busy as it was so damn expensive.
He’d suggested meeting here, the dumbass she’d been chatting to on Tinder, and now he’d gone and stood her up. Over an hour late.
She took a sip of wine and tilted her chin. What did she care?
Truth was she didn’t really care about some random stranger. She wasn’t ready for a full-on relationship again. But what she did care about was scratching the itch. Getting some satisfaction. It had been over a month since her last hook up and she wanted some cock.
In fact, she was hungry for it.
She ran her hand over her right breast, down her slim waist to the hem of her sparkly black dress which hit mid-thigh. He was a fool to have misled her. Being a no-show was the biggest mistake of his life, damn shame he’d never know it.
And now it looked like her vibrator would be getting its battery sapped, yet again.
Voices filled the quietness. She was surprised, the barman had told her he was clocking off and from now on it was an honesty bar should she want another drink.
Two shadows loomed in the doorway for a moment, and then the door shut with a solid clunk.
Her heart rate picked up. Not one but two suited and booted men, tall, dark, ties loose and collars open, walked in. One had just the right amount of end-of-the-day stubble and he nodded her way as they walked to the opposite end of the bar, clearly comfortable in the surroundings. Frequent patrons.
She bit on her bottom lip and crossed her stockinged legs, knowing damn well they looked good. She bobbed her foot, her pointed high heels stabbing the air.
The other guy, neat dark beard, set his attention on her, his eyes roaming from her face, down her body to her dangling shoe then slowly back up again.
She sipped her drink as a small thrill went through her. His expression told her he liked what he saw.
Come and get it, big boy.
Then to her disappointment, after splashing whisky into a couple of crystal glasses and dropping a few notes beneath a decanter, they sat on the sofa. Conversation was flowing, their deep voices discussing a conference, then a colleague and finally a woman.
Her ears pricked up, she turned to face them, not hiding that she was listening.
“Yep, I’m in the same club as you now, Steve. Single, yet again.”
Holy crap. Turned out this could be her lucky night. They were both single and hot. She’d bet good money she was both of their type—hell she was most guys’ type—and what bloke wouldn’t be up for some late-night fun after a long day at a conference?
Cherry reminded herself of her mantra—take life by the balls and hang on tight.
And that was exactly what she was going to do. No regrets.
Their conversation had turned to cars and fuel economy. Boring. Which made this her moment.
Slipping from the barstool, she reached for a magnum of champagne. They could settle later for it. Then sauntered towards them.
In an instant, their conversation stopped and the air become charged with sizzling anticipation. Their focus was on her. One hundred per cent. She had them. Now she just had to keep their minds on track.
She smiled at each in turn, then made a show of caressing the top of the champagne bottle as she worked the cork free. Her fingers ran around it, smoothing over the glass then stroking downward.
When the liquid released in a spurt of froth, she poured it into glasses letting it trickle over the rim and down the stem. Her heart thudded at the suggestive sight and her pussy dampened.
“Thank you,” the bearded guy said when she passed him a flute.
“You’re welcome.” Cherry smiled. “What’s your name?”
“Sylvan, and yours?”
“Cherry. But mine’s been popped before you ask.”
“It was my next question.” He took a sip, his eyes not leaving hers.
She stooped and ran her hand over his dark pants. “And your friend’s name?”
“Steve. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cherry.”
“I’m hoping the pleasure will be all mine.” She straightened and tugged her dress, slipping the hem up her thighs to expose the top of her stockings. “I’ve seen you looking. And now, you can touch if you want to.”
“We want to.” Steve smiled and ran his hand up the back of her leg, to the top of her black stockings.
Sylvan did the same and she sighed at their touch. It was what she’d craved. And now, not one, but two men. Two cocks. At her disposal. She was going to have fun.
Turning, she kissed Sylvan, her ass level with Steve’s face. Sylvan kissed like he was becoming more and more desperate for it. Steve explored her inner thighs, his hand hot, fingers firm and determined.
“Someone is impatient.” She giggled and turned to Steve.
“Hell yeah.” His voice was low and husky, and his eyes flashed with desire. “It’s been a long day with not much fun in it.”
The fun is about to start.
“It’s getting warm in here, right?” Cherry sat on his lap, feeling hard muscles through his white shirt and dark pants. She slid his tie away. “Do you like me?”
He nodded and roamed his hand to her breasts, filled his palms. “I do.”
Cherry glanced at Sylvan. Would they be up for fucking in front of each other? She guessed they were colleagues, would even have classed them as friends—but were they comfortable enough with each other to show their cocks, their come faces?
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God, she hoped so.
Standing, a rush of power and determination going through her, she did her best hip wriggle and pulled up her dress, exposing her lacy suspender belt. She’d gone knickerless, naturally, she’d always hoped to get lucky.
Once again they reached for her. Touching her flesh, stroking her lingerie. Steve slipped his fingers into the cleft of her ass cheeks.
Her pussy clenched. How she loved to have her butt played with. “You like what you see?” She sat beside Steve.
“Yes. Very much.”
“So let’s lose some clothes.” She cupped his cheek and kissed him.
His tongue probed in, and he took control of the kiss. He tasted of whisky and desire and another shot of lust poured into her bloodstream.
They parted, and a glance at Sylvan told her he was enjoying the show. In which case, she’d give him some more scenes to enjoy.
She kissed Steve again, undoing his shirt as she did so. Then with her ass in the air, she dropped her kisses to the bulge in his pants.
“I can tell you like to play,” he said, tension in his voice now.
“I love to play.” She licked his erection over the material. Ass in the air, pussy exposed. “You’re hard, so hard.”
“For you.” He dragged her up for another kiss. This time it was more urgent, his breaths quickening.
He was hungry for it, but so was she. In one swift movement, his pants and boxers were around his thighs and she had his thick cock in her hand.
“Yes,” he panted as she stretched her mouth open and took his shiny glans between her lips.
Still Sylvan watched on, his pupils wide, his jaw slack. He, too, had a bulge in his pants.
She took Steve deep, kissing and licking, tracing the thick veins on his shaft. His big dick was going to be magnificent to ride. So thick and hard, utterly perfect.
“Ah, I’m gonna come,” he said on a gasp and ran his fingers to her pussy.
She didn’t want him to come. Not yet. So she eased up and enjoyed his touch for a few moments before once again taking him deep into her throat.
Her pussy was throbbing, her nipples tight points rubbing against her bra. She stole a glance at Sylvan. He’d freed his cock, masturbating as he watched her deep throating his friend. He wasn’t as hard as Steve, but he would be… soon.
Cherry didn’t think she could be any more turned on. Her night had certainly taken a shift for the better.
Steve was on the edge, groaning, gasping, a drip of pre-cum leaking onto her tongue, hot and salty. That was her cue. She lifted up, leaving him moaning with his head thrown back and his cock rigid.
“Sylvan,” she said, stepping up to him, pussy exposed. “Can you help me with this?” Turning she exposed her ass, then directed his hand to the zipper.
“With pleasure.” He tugged it down, the material loosening. Damn, she wanted it off. She wanted to be naked with these two hot-for-it guys.
“God, you just drove me crazy,” Steve said, fisting his cock and watching as Sylvan buried his face between her ass cheeks, kissing noisily.
Quickly she discarded the dress. Then tipped forward, breathing heavily as Sylvan dragged his tongue up the crack of her ass cheeks.
“I want to come,” Steve said. “I want you to come.”
“You will, I will, we all will.” She grasped her breasts, squeezing them tight. “Oh yes, fuck that’s good.”
Sylvan grasped her hips, and turned her. “My turn.” His mouth tipped into a half-smile that was sexy as fuck. “If you don’t mind.”
“Hell no, I don’t mind.” She eyed his erection. A little longer and thinner than Steve and still an impressive girth. Her mouth watered to taste him and she bent double, gobbling him up.
Steve wasted no time in burying his face in her pussy as she worked his friend. His tongue dragged through her folds, over her asshole then dipped to her entrance and pushed in.
She groaned around Sylvan’s cock. Damn that felt good. Just what she’d needed.
“Oh yeah,” Sylvan said, tucking loose strands of her hair behind her ears before dropping his head back on the sofa and groaning long and loud.
She had no doubt she was getting it right. So was Steve, her pussy was weeping for him. He found her clit and with the tips of his fingers began to rub hard, fast, relentless.
Within seconds she was panting around Sylvan’s cock. The pressure building. The first threads of an orgasm pulling together. It was hard to concentrate on the blow job and she stared up at Sylvan with her mouth slack.
Steve kept on going, clearly determined to get her coming. Sylvan’s cheeks were flushed as he stared at her face. “Is he getting it right?”
She nodded.
And then it was there, a deliciously swift orgasm that burst from her clit and spread over her skin in fast pulses of heat. A full-body tremble attacked her, shivering up her spine as her pussy contracted.
“That’s just your first one,” Steve said, lodging his fingers deep as she resumed taking Sylvan into her mouth, over her tongue and to her throat.
“But now it’s time to fuck him. It’s what this sweet pussy wants.” He wriggled his fingers inside her.
Oh God.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” Steve said. “Ride him.”
Cherry was happy to follow that instruction and she straddled Sylvan.
He bit down on his bottom lip as her pussy kissed the tip of his cock.
“You want me?” she asked.
“Like I’ve never wanted anyone,” he replied, eyes flashing.
“Good.” She sank onto him, his way eased by her arousal. His cock was so gloriously thick and dense and filled her to the point she didn’t think she could take more without pain. “Oh… oh… oh… yes… yes.”
He cupped her breasts over her bra, a look of wonder on his face, as though he couldn’t quite believe how his day was ending.
Grinding her hips, she caught the last waves of her orgasm, her clit greedy for more, then began to ride, bouncing on his cock, flesh slapping on flesh. She didn’t hold back, letting each groan and moan out—letting Sylvan and Steve know how good it felt to be fucked.
As swiftly as the first, another climax swamped her. Sylvan’s fingers were pincers on her hips—there’d be trophy bruises tomorrow—as he encouraged her to roll her hips through the bliss of release.
Finding his mouth, she kissed him. This seemed to trigger something in him and he tensed, his cock swelled, and then he, too, came. His breaths were hard and fast as he let out several unholy praises to the Lord.
Sweat popped on her skin and her pussy spasmed around his shaft.
Steve was there, his mouth finding hers as Sylvan kissed her neck and clutched her ass cheeks.
“Come and sit on me,” Steve whispered.
“Yes.” Sylvan nodded. “That was so good for me.”
“You sure?” Of course, it had been, she’d seen, heard and felt each one of his orgasmic cries and shudders.
“Hell yeah.” He slapped her ass. “See to my friend here.”
“Yes, Sir.” She climbed off him and Steve urged her to sit on his cock, facing Sylvan, her back to Steve.
It seemed Sylvan was still in for a show.
Steve’s cock fit as snugly as Sylvan’s and she squatted frog-like for balance and rode him hard, taking him fast and deep. Her pussy dripped with Sylvan’s cum, it was one of the most erotic things she’d ever experienced.
Steve dragged at her bra, exposing her pert breasts. They were heavy with arousal, the nipples hard points. Steve was good, driving his hips to meet her in a frenzied dance to climax.
Dragging off her bra, she tossed it at Sylvan. He caught it with a snap of his wrist then sniffed it as he worked his rapidly hardening cock.
“Come again,” Steve said breathlessly. “You’re magnificent when you come.”
She set her attention on Sylvan, the adoration in his eyes a turn-on in itself. Steve didn’t let up, his cock so hard as he drove into her over and over. Matching her pace.
Had she ever felt so sexy? So utterly desired? She didn’t think so. It was incredible. She’d never forget this moment.
Reaching for her clit, she worked it with two fingers, giving Sylvan more of a show and herself exactly what she needed to tip over the edge again. This climax was going to be incredible. So powerful she wondered if her heart would survive it.
The pressure was building fast. Sylvan worked his cock, his shirt and dark hair dishevelled.
“Watch me come again.” She gasped. “Feel me come again.”
Steve was breathing hard as he tirelessly pounded into her. Her wrist ached from fretting her clit but she didn’t care. There was only one outcome, a breath-stealing, explosive orgasm.
And it was racing toward her. Her pussy tightened around Steve’s thick cock, her belly clenched and her pulse thudded in her ears. “Oh God!” Her breaths huffed out with each one of Steve’s thrusts, grunting from her throat.
The pressure could no longer be contained and she held her breath, hostage to the sweeter than sweet moment before it over spilled. Keeping her eyes open she watched the rapt expression on Sylvan’s face as she came hard and beautifully.
White-hot electricity raced over her nerves and they all seemed to fizz at once. She shook and trembled. A divine shimmy of pleasure went up her spine and tingled over her scalp. Over and over her pussy hugged Steve’s cock in a series of strong spasms.
“Ah fuck! I’m coming.” Steve pulled her off his cock just as the first spurt of semen left his slit.
She caught his shaft and worked it in her fist, using his release as lube as she stayed with him through his orgasm.
“Fuck yeah.” Sylvan sat forward. He was at full hardness again, his attention on her wet, swollen pussy that was now dripping with cum.
“You’re sexy as hell, you know that.” Steve twisted her head to catch her mouth in a kiss.
“Yeah, I know.” She giggled breathlessly against his lips. “Now let me sort your friend out again. He’s being greedy tonight.”
“Only greedy for you,” Sylvan said, spreading his legs so she could sit on the floor between them. “You’ve got one hell of a body and one hell of a technique, you know that?”
“It’s all-natural talent.” She grinned and unpeeled his fingers from his cock, took it into her hand. It was wonderfully hard again and she had to admire his recovery time.
“Oh yeah.” He stroked her cheek. “Fucking awesome.”
Cherry didn’t answer. Instead, she worked him, determined to get him coming in record time.
He groaned and gasped, his cock thickened in her mouth as she hugged it with her tongue and took him deep.
Within minutes he was a steel rod, his belly muscles clenched to bricks and his needy gasps filling the room.
Excitement winged through her, he was so close. Suddenly it was there, a spurt of release filled her mouth, then another and another. She let it dribble onto his cock, basting the length of him with his own pleasure.
“Oh God.” He speared his fingers into her hair. “You’ve ruined me for all others.”
She laughed, a lovely release of tension. “You think?”
“Oh yeah.” Steven ran his finger down her hot back to her ass. “One hell of an end to a day at the world’s most boring conference ever. I’m never going to think of hedge fund transactions the same again.”
She turned to Steve with a grin. “Speaking of transactions, that was an expensive bottle of champagne I opened for us.”
“Of course.” He reached for his pants, plucked out his wallet.
Cherry stood and twanged her suspender elastic. “You can pay here.”
He chuckled. “Let’s just say this is paid with interest.”
“Interest?”
“Yeah.” He tucked the bundle of notes into the waistband of her suspender. “Interest in doing this again sometime.”
“I’m all for interest and growth rates.” Sylvan was still holding his cock. “So leave your number, Cherry, and next time you’re hungry for cock, we’ll sate that appetite several times over.”
The End
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