She walked up to Zeph in a green sweater dress, purple thigh-high stockings, and grey-heeled boots. She propped her firm ass on the edge of his desk. His ice-blue eyes looked her up and down, settling at the hem of her dress. Pushing his chair back, he grabs her hand, pulling her gently off the desk. Standing before him, she runs her fingers through his hair as his hands begin to snake up her thighs and under her dress. A slight moan escapes her lips as he squeezes her thigh.
“Lock the door.” He all but demands. Like a good girl, she does what she’s told.
“Take it off.” He demands. She pulls the dress off, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and boots. He stops, taking her in. Her long, dark, silky locks fell over her shoulders, and she had firm breasts with hard, rosy pink nipples. Her flat stomach was marked only with freckles, down her lower belly to her waxed mound, and then up again to her violet eyes, dark with desire.
“Sit.” He tells her. She walks over to his desk and sits, her long legs dangling over the edge.
“Lay back.” He tells her. She does, raising her arms over her head and gripping the desk. Zeph runs his hand up her stomach, between her breasts, and back over her center before pulling away. Being tall has its perks. She puts her feet on the desk, opening her legs further. Pulling himself forward, he begins to nibble on her thighs, alternating between each one, getting closer and closer to her center. Her squirms and quiet moans sent the blood rushing between his legs. His cock strains against his pants, but he doesn’t want to rush.
He wants to make her beg for her pleasure. He runs his finger up and down her center before opening her legs wider, opening her to him. He dips his head between her legs, taking one of her lips into his mouth and giving it a gentle suck. Her soft moans make his cock twitch, and he knows his briefs will be wet with precum. He does the same on the other side. Making sure to leave her clit alone. He continues his assault – licking and suckling each side – until he pulls away. She whimpers. He stands up and walks to the front of the desk.
Her hands held the desk, her chest heaving, legs spread eagle.
She’s as perfect as a picture.
No, she’s more. Zeph walks up to her as close as he can get. The urge to take off his pants and push his throbbing cock down her throat makes him close his eyes and slow his breathing. He wants her mouth around his cock, taking in every inch, over and over, until he cums. He takes both breasts in his hands, gently rubbing them. She moans again.
“I want to touch you,” She whispers.
“You will, soon enough.” He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth. She arches her back off the desk. He places a hand on her stomach to keep her in place before moving to the other breast, sucking and nibbling on her nipple. Zeph’s hands trail between her legs. She’s smooth and wet. He loves the feel of her, the taste of her. The way her body moves, the sounds that escape her lips. He loves her with every fiber of his being. Zeph loves few things more than watching as his cock glides in and out of her mouth. She gently sucks on his balls, giving them equal attention. The way she slowly slides down his cock before riding him slowly. When she’s on top, she has control. The reigns are hers. On her knees or her back, the power is his. He feels her hand gripping his cock through his pants; he bites her nipple. Not hard, but enough for her to let go. He knows what’ll happen if they let it happen in the office.
Everyone already knows about them, but not officially. The last thing Zeph wants is to distribute their secret world with his employees. He pulls away from her, picks up her dress, and returns to the desk. She slithers her dress down her body, watching as he adjusts his tie and puts on his jacket. They walk out of Zeph’s office and to the elevator. Never before has Zeph wished for a private elevator. He wants to touch her. He wants to fuck her there and then. Be damned the cameras, the watchful eyes. They exit the elevator, the building, and into a car waiting in the front. She smiles at the Driver as he pulls away from the building. She snakes her hand up Zeph’s leg, grabbing his cock before he can stop her. Not that he wanted to.
“I need you,” she whispers against his ear. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me. Please.”
“There’s no partition in this car,” Zeph answers back.
“Like he hasn’t seen you fuck back here before.” She whispers against his neck, nibbling at it. She’s right, and he knows it. Everyone knows Zephyr Keating’s reputation. The things, and woman, he has done. The places he’s been.
“Let him watch.” She sits on his lap, drowning out any protest with a kiss, grinding herself down on him. This time, the moan escapes his lips.
“Fuck it.” He says to himself, pulling the dress off her. Her almost naked body would have been on display for the world to see if it weren’t for the tinted windows. He takes a nipple into his mouth, biting on it. His hands grabbed her ass to keep her from moving too much or too far. Finally, she pulls away, sliding down his legs.
“Thank fuck for spacious backseats.” He thinks to himself. Within seconds, Zeph’s cock was out of its confines and in her mouth before he could catch his breath. Sucking just the tip as her hands work him up and down exactly how he likes it. His breath starts to pick up, but she doesn’t change her pace.
“Fuck,” Zeph groans as she stops. “I could suck your cock all day and never get bored.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” She slithers back up and kisses him before turning to face the Driver, locking eyes with him in the rearview mirror. “You might want to pull over.” He knows all the roads, the streets, and the secret places to park where there would be privacy. And after a few minutes, he does. It’s not the first time he was allowed to watch, and he hopes it won’t be the last. Mr. Keating’s lovers have been gorgeous, but this one takes the top prize. All he wants is an invite to join in. Zeph takes her to the seat, spreading her legs as open as they can go.
“Please.” She cries.
“Please, what?” He asks, lips barely touching her center.
“Please, sir. Please eat my pussy.”
“Is that all?” He asks.
“Nnn… no, sir.”
“Tell me what you want, or you get nothing.” He growls against her thigh.
“Yyy… yes, sir. I want you to do to me whatever you want, however you want. I want you to tease me, to make me beg. I want you to remind me you’re the one in charge of my pleasure, not me.”
“Good girl.” He slides a finger inside her, followed by a second one. He knows her spots and how to get her off quickly. He takes his time, enjoying her in the car. It’s been a few months without her, and he doesn’t want to ruin it by coming too quickly. Her orgasms are infinite. His are a limited supply. He builds her up, and she screams as her orgasm rips through her body. Her legs shake as he pulls her through it. Not giving up her clit no matter how much she begs. She thrashes against his mouth, her fingers pulling his hair. He continues sucking her clit and fingering her, pushing her through orgasm after orgasm, waiting until she says their special word. Eventually, she relents and moans it out. Cock in hand, he slides into her. She feels at home. He pulls out slowly to watch himself push inside her again. And again. It’s one sight he’ll never tire of seeing. She’s not far off her next orgasm, and he rides her into it.
“More.” She cries out. More.
His favorite word.
He pulls out of her, running his cock up and down her wetness, knowing how much she loves it. How much it drives her wild knowing he’s so close to her but not where she wants him. He sits on the seat, pulling her into his lap. He pulls her down and slides into her. With her hands gripping his shoulders, she slowly grinds on him. Back and forth. Side to side. Her breasts, her perfect breasts. He begins to rub them. Nibble on them. Suck them. She puts his hands on her hips and leans back, wrapping her fingers around the front headrests for leverage. He thrusts into her, rubbing her clit with his finger. He feels her tightening around him again, knowing she’s close. He’s not far behind. He also knows he can not end it, not yet. He pulls out, replacing his cock with his fingers, riding her orgasm again. He watches as she grabs the Driver’s hand, placing it on her breast.
“It’s okay.” She says, and he takes her nipple between his fingers.
“Are you enjoying the show?” She asks the Driver.
“Yes, ma’am.” He replies hoarsely.
“If you think her breasts are lovely, you should feel her mouth,” Zeph says as he rubs her clit. “It doesn’t top being between her legs, but it’s a damn close second.” He watches the Driver swallow, adjusting himself with his other hand.
“If you drive us home now, you can join us.” She says. It’s not the first threesome they’ve had, and it won’t be the last. It’s never been with the hired help. But who was Zeph to deny his Goddess what she wanted? And if she wished for the Driver to join them, then that’s what would happen. The Driver removes his hand, adjusting himself one more time, and eases the car out of its hiding space. Zeph disengages and puts her on the seat next to him. His cock, still throbbing, protested, going back into his pants. She wraps her hand around it, leaning down and taking it in her mouth a few more times before climbing into the front seat. The seat where the world can see her in all her naked glory. The Driver, whose hands were holding the steering wheel tightly, swallows. She takes his hand and puts it between her legs.
“Fuck” He murmurs.
“I don’t think one cock will do it for tonight.” She opens her legs a bit more. “Will you finger me? Get a sneak peek at how your cock will feel buried deep inside me.” The Driver nods. He slides his fingers inside her. She moans as he pumps them in and out, rubbing her clit at the same pace as the Driver.
“I’m going to cum.” She moans breathlessly and does. His fingers continue pumping in and out of her as her moans get louder and louder. Finally, she pulls his fingers out and sucks her juices off. The Driver, trying hard to keep himself in control, lets out a deep groan. Moments later, the Driver pulls up to a gated house. He punches in the code, and the gates open. He pulls up to a front door, puts the car in park, and turns it off. The Goddess steps out of the car, almost naked except for her boots and thigh highs.
Zeph comes next, following her to the front door. He watches her, standing under the porch light, taking in the view of the woman he loved. Her gorgeous heart-shaped face flushed from orgasms; her hair was a tangled and sweaty mess, and her chest was slightly heaving. The woman he wanted. The woman he craved. The woman he couldn’t wait to make his once the divorce was final. His marriage was convenient, and the divorce couldn’t come fast enough. He heard the Driver shut his door, watched him walk around the car, and stop. The two stared at the same vision. She crooked her finger to the Driver, and he walked up to her. Putting his hands on her waist, she wraps her arms around his neck, dragging him down for a kiss. Zeph stood there and watched, his cock pressing against his zipper, wanting nothing more than a sweet release. He walks up to the two, and they pull aside. She opens the front door, they walk in. Zeph closes the door. The three walk into the primary bedroom. Big enough for a king. The plush carpet is soft beneath her boots as she pulls the Driver into the room.
“Boots on or off?” She asks the Driver.
“On.” He croaks as her hand finds his cock, rubbing him through his pants. He closes his eyes, groaning. She pulls away her hand and begins to undress him. He kicks off his shoes; she does the rest. She leaves him standing at the foot of the bed, his cock ramrod straight.
“Mmm.” She murmurs, looking at it. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” She walks over to Zeph and wraps her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss. She pulls away, takes his hand, and walks him over to the Driver. She pulls Zeph in for another kiss, then the Driver. Zeph pushes away as the Driver stands behind her, rubbing her, tasting her skin. Zeph strips. She watches as Zeph pulls off his pants – her favorite part. Never taking her eyes off his cock, he walks forward. They start their assault on her. The Driver from the back, Zeph from the front. Lips on her neck, back, breasts, stomach, legs, and hips. She feels Zeph’s tongue between her legs from the front and the Driver’s tongue from the back. Her orgasm begins to create. They bring her as close to the edge as they dare and pull away. She cries in protest.
“On your knees,” Zeph says. The Driver stands up and moves away, doing what she’s told. Zeph walks up to her, putting his cock on her lips. She takes him into her mouth.
“By the time she’s finished, she’s going to ruin all other women for you,” Zeph says to the man standing behind her. The Driver moves next to her, pulling her by the hair and putting his cock in her mouth. Greedily, she takes him in as far as she can. Her mouth is warm, wet, and perfect, just like he imagined it to be. He presses her head further down his shaft until he hits the back of her throat. He tightens his fingers in her hand and slowly starts to fuck her mouth, making sure to hit her throat each time.
“If her mouth feels this good,” The Driver started, “Her pussy has to be heavenly.” He looks down as she gags on his cock, her violet eyes staring at him.
“I should make you swallow my cum.” He moans as he continues fucking her face. “And you would swallow every drop, wouldn’t you?”
“She would. She’s a greedy cum slut.” Zeph stated. “I love nothing more than making her suck my cock all day. Shooting multiple loads down her throat while she begs for her orgasms.” Feeling close to his orgasm, the Driver pulls himself out of her mouth. She didn’t have much time to catch her breath before Zeph slammed his cock back into her mouth. Repeating the same actions as the Driver. Zeph pulls his cock out of her mouth, and before she can go back to the Driver’s, Zeph picks her up and puts her on the bed. She props herself up on her elbows and opens her legs.
“Taste me.” She demands the Driver. He walks to her and gets on his knees. Taking his time to touch her before running his tongue up and taking her clit into his mouth. Zeph climbs onto the bed, but before he can say anything, her hand is around his cock, gently pulling him toward her mouth. He doesn’t argue. She gets what she wants. She moans with Zeph’s cock in his mouth as the Driver brings her up and over the edge. The Driver stands up, and as she takes Zeph out of her mouth, she crawls further up on the bed, letting the Driver get on and in between her legs. He opens her legs more, positions his cock at her center, and pushes himself in, slowly. He wants to feel her slide down every inch of him. He stares at her, watching her close her eyes, tilt her head back, and moan.
“Don’t close your eyes.” The Driver demands as he pulls out slowly and pushes back in slowly. Watching as her violet eyes glaze over with need. He watches as Zeph takes her legs, holding them in place. The Driver grabs her hips and starts pounding her. Her moans fill the room as she tries to grind her hips but can not.
“Please, don’t stop.” She pants out between thrusts. He thrusts in a few more times before pulling out. Zeph releases her legs; the Driver flips her over onto her hands and knees. She groans as he slaps her perfect ass. The Driver watches as Zeph moves in front of her. She reaches for her lover’s cock, but he stays just out of her distance.
“Careful,” Zeph warns. “Or I’ll come in your mouth instead of between your legs.”
The Driver slides inside of her, hands on her hips, and starts taking her from behind. He didn’t think one person could be so perfect.
The Driver wanted to come inside her, fill her up with his seed, but not yet. Not until he watched her climb on top and rode him for all she was worth. He felt his orgasm create up, and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out. She whimpered in protest, only to be filled back up by Zeph. The Driver stood at the side of the bed and watched as she did everything to Zeph that she just did to him. Finally, he climbed onto the bed and lay beside her. She bent her elbows, sticking her ass further in the air, and took the Driver’s cock into her mouth.
“Take it all, baby girl.” The Driver moaned. And she did. He felt the back of her throat and realized she had no gag reflex. Zeph pulled out of her and pulled her back. The Driver’s cock came out of her mouth.
“She’s my little cock fiend. She can never get enough of one being in her mouth. She’d suck me off all day if she could, couldn’t you?” She nods in agreement, her eyes never leaving the Driver’s cock. “Who knows, maybe after I’m spent, she can come and spend some time with you.” He said to the Driver.
The Driver nods his head as Zeph flips her onto her back. The Driver slides off the bed and stands next to Zeph. The two begin to take turns sliding inside of her. Back and forth, back and forth. The Driver stops and looks down at this perfect sweaty, panting mess of a woman.
“Ride me.” He demands. She nods and obliges. He watches as she slowly straddles him, and her pussy takes him inch by inch.
“Do that again.” He tells her. She begins to get into a rhythm. She knew when to grind and when to pull away. Until she stops, she’s not ready to let him come, no matter how much release he needs. She pats the space next to the Driver, and Zeph sits down. Pulling the Driver slowly out of her, she climbs onto Zeph and repeatedly starts the same rhythm. Finally, she comes, but it’s not enough. Zeph eventually has his release, but his Goddess needs more. She continues to bounce on him, to grind on him, more and more, until she comes again and again. Zeph groans out another orgasm, but she doesn’t stop grinding until his balls are empty. He pulls himself out of her, his cock soft, his breath hard. She turns and looks at the Driver.
“Your turn.” She says as she slides down the Driver again. The Driver meets her thrust for thrust. She grabs the headboard as the Driver continues to pound inside her. He tries to hold her still as his orgasm rips through him, but he can not. She continues to ride him, even after he’s cum. His cock was still hard inside her, and he didn’t want this to end. He had never been fucked like this. The Driver feels another orgasm create inside him, and she grinds against him. She takes his fingers and puts them on her clit. He starts to rub it, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he feels her orgasm rip through her, setting off his own. He jerks up to meet her thrust, emptying himself inside her again.
“Not yet.” She moans and continues. “You’re still hard. I can feel it. I need more.”
The Driver knows there’s no arguing with her. She rides him a bit longer until she collapses on his chest, heaving. He doesn’t want her to move, doesn’t want to leave her warmth. He pins her hips down so she can not. He slowly moves her back and forth, and after a few moments, she catches on. She leans up, grabs onto his shoulders, and lets the Driver take control. He rolls them over, puts her legs over his arms, and drives into her as deep as he can. He watches as Zeph takes one of her nipples into his mouth and reaches down to rub her clit.
“She might not be mine,” The Driver thinks, “but if I can do this repeatedly, I will.” He looks down at his hand, the bedroom light dancing in his wedding ring. Her scream rips through the room as her orgasm finally arrives. The Driver spills what’s left of his seed into her. He pulls out of her, completely spent, and lays down next to her. The three of them panting, Zeph still dancing his fingers across her clit. She closes her legs on his hand, and he laughs.
“Finally had enough?” Zeph asks her, kissing her forehead as she nods.
Unsure of what to do, The Driver doesn’t move. He doesn’t want this night to end. Zeph was right; the Goddess did ruin him for other women. How could he go back to typical knowing what this Goddess could do? His answer came as she rolled over, pressing up against him.
“Do you have to leave? Or can you stay?” She whispered against his ear before taking his lobe into her mouth.
“I can stay.” He whispered.
“Good,” She said as she pulled away. “Then we can have breakfast in the morning and do this all over again.”
“Whatever you want, my love.” Zeph reached over, pulling her close against him. The Driver turned his head and looked at her, unsure what to do now.
“You can sleep in here; it’s fine. This way, if any of us gets frisky in the middle of the night, we won’t have far to go.” She sat up, grabbed the comforter, pulling it over the three of them. As Zeph called for the lights off, the Driver felt his hand between her legs and knew this would be a long night.