She waited impatiently on the bed, kneeling. Roger was taking his time, making her wait, getting her all giddy and excited. He already worked a buttplug in earlier and now she sat with her Ass resting over the heels of her feet, shifting and squirming, enjoying that pleasurably stretchy feeling. She was naked. Roger seemed to prefer that to lingerie and Emma aimed to please. She did have one thing on — a thin leather choker that Roger had given her, with an O ring in the front. It was cute and she thought she looked pretty badass wearing it.

“It’s not a punk rock sorta thing, you understand?” Rager chuckled, watching Emma admire herself in the mirror with it on.

“I know what it is,” She assured him, flipping her hair over one shoulder, meeting his eye in the mirror’s reflection. “And I really like it. Thank you!”

She brought her hand up to feel it around her neck, just as the bedroom door opened and Roger stepped inside. She knew her face lit up at the sight of him and the impending fun, but the smile faltered at the sight of the second man who followed through the door. Her heart sped up. This was unplanned.

They had played around with the idea before. He would fuck her Pussy with one of her lifesized dildos while shoving his cock deep down her throat and tell her to imagine that it was another guy pounding her. Emma did so, gladly. The idea was absolutely Hot and she came hard at the thought. But now that it was real, she felt nervous and unsure about going through with it.

Her eyes switched between Roger and the other man. He was only slightly shorter, and perhaps a bit broader in the shoulders than Roger was. He had a neatly trimmed beard and a head full of messy, chocolate brown hair. He might have been a bit younger than Roger and she found him attractive, she quickly decided. Roger seemed a bit cleaner cut next to him, lean, with neatly parted dark hair, with only the hint of gray, and a faint five o’clock shadow on his face. Roger’s eyes twinkled as he watched her squirm, hands in his pockets.

“You look a little anxious, kitten,” Roger cocked his head to the side. Emma shook her head, biting her lip. She didn’t want to be anxious. She didn’t want this to scare her. She was all in. He reached out a hand, cupping her chin. “I’m sure my little slut can handle two cocks.” She nodded silently. Her Pussy clenched at his words. “Sit up high for me. Hands behind your back.” Roger instructed.

She assumed the position she knew he liked, her arms linking together in a Roman handshake behind her back, pushing out her perky, generously sized breasts without covering her Ass. He lightly tapped her inner thigh, reminding her to spread them a bit wider. She liked her body and she knew that Roger loved it, every last bit of it. He took his time looking Emma over, running his fingers over her skin, making her nipples tighten and pebble. Having the second man there made her a bit self-conscious though. Her eyes shifted to him, seeing his appreciative gaze over her breasts, and the definitive tightness of his pants over his crotch.

The situation seemed tense, none of them speaking as Roger brought both hands up to her breasts and cupped them, before moving on to play with her nipples. He twisted and pulled at them, sending a deliciously stinging sensation through her. She watched his hands twisting the skin, pinching her hard nubs.

“Give ’em a feel, Liam,” Roger invited the other man and Emma’s eyes shot right to Liam’s face. He seemed tentative but reached out for the breast that Roger vacated and gently cupped it, stroking a thumb over her nipple. It was an intoxicating feeling, the idea that two different men were simultaneously touching her. Roger’s fingers pinched and tugged roughly while Liam flicked and rubbed over her nipple in a far gentler way. It almost distracted her from Roger’s hand moving up her thigh and towards her Pussy, fingers dipping between her folds unceremoniously. “Oh, kitten, you’re dripping wet.” She sucked in a breath, feeling both of her nipples and her Pussy simultaneously stimulated. “Fuck, you’re really enjoying this huh?” She looked up at him. “Answer me.”

“I am,” she blew the breath out with the words. It was almost overwhelming. Almost.

“Such a dirty little slut, huh?” Roger smiled down at her. “Unzip for me, sweetheart.”

Emma immediately unclasped her hands and reached out to unbuckle his belt, undo the button, and pull down the zipper. She didn’t reach in to pull out his cock right away though, looking up at Roger’s face for directions.

“Unzip Liam too, kitten,” he told her, kicking up her heart rate.

She obeyed, reaching over to the other man who stood calmly near the bed, and repeating the process of unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping. There seemed to be tension between them for a moment. Or maybe Emma had imagined it. Roger sat down on the bed between where Emma was kneeling and where Liam stood.

“Have a seat,” Roger gestured at the desk chair a few feet away and Liam nodded in agreement. There was some distance between them now and Emma seemed to breathe easier. Roger smacked her Ass, jolting her back to attention. “Suck my cock, sweetheart,” he ordered and she was more than happy to oblige.

Emma pulled his cock out through the fly of his boxer briefs, kneeling next to him on the bed, and lowered her mouth over the tip. He was already fully hard, his shaft thick in her hand. She licked around the head of the cock, flicking her tongue over the small bead of precum that just made its way to the surface and then down the underside of the shaft to his balls. She was meticulous, licking up and down every inch of his cock, before lowering her mouth onto it. Her lips circled the thick erection, gliding down to its base. She relaxed, the way Roger had taught her, taking even breaths through her nose and pushing his cock further and further into her throat with each slow pass.

“That’s it, little slut, let’s get you nice and ready to have that mouth fucked.” His words caused her thighs to squeeze together, her Pussy twitching. She wanted that just as much as he did. She was so proud of how deep she could take him now without gagging and felt a strong urge to show off to Liam what a pro she was. Maybe this wasn’t exactly the type of accomplishment she should be proud of, but it felt almost like a superpower. With a sudden jerk, Roger pulled her back and off his cock by the hair. Her roots stung, sending tingles over her scalp and down her neck. “On your back, off the edge of the bed,” Roger ordered.

Emma sprang to change positions, her eyes inevitably skirting over Liam, who sat back in the chair, seemingly at ease, stroking his cock. She tipped her head back over the edge of the bed and almost immediately Roger’s cock thrust into her open mouth. He had stepped out of his pants and underwear and his lean, toned thighs now flanked her face on both sides. He leaned forward over her and a sharp slap rang out against her thigh, reminding her to open up her knees and spread her legs. His thrusts into her throat picked up speed and the next slap came against the handle of the butt plug she had inserted. Emma couldn’t restrain the cry that came out muffled around Roger’s cock. The sensation was simultaneously jarring and incredibly arousing. Her Pussy gushed as Roger landed another slap against the plug.

“Mhmm,” she hummed around the cock in her mouth. Roger slammed in harder, making her gag. Sparks of tears shot out of her eyes as she coughed around his thick erection, sending streams of drool pouring out of her mouth.

“Come ‘er, Liam,” Roger called out, not pausing at his task of fucking her mouth. She could hear the other man get up from the chair, walking over to the bed. “Look at this dripping wet Pussy. She just loves having a cock rammed down her throat.” She flinched when fingers slid through her folds, scooping her moisture. She couldn’t tell whose fingers they were, but in the next moment they were wiping the moisture down her thigh. “Such a dirty. fucking. slut.” Roger punctuated each word with a deep thrust into her mouth and concluded with another slap against the butt plug, making her whimper.

A moment later he was suddenly pulling out of her mouth, standing up straighter over her, and Emma felt the warm splatter of cum over her chest. Thick ribbons painted her skin as she tried to catch her breath. She turned her head, now that she was Free to do so, and looked over at Liam standing a few feet away, watching her, his fist at the top of his deflating cock, carefully holding onto the cum pooled there.

Once Roger emptied, he moved to the side table to hand Liam the box of tissues. The man turned away from her while cleaning up, still fully dressed, his jeans loose around his hips. Roger came back to sit next to her head, grinning devilishly.

“My little cunt doesn’t get to clean up,” he dragged a finger through the cum on her chest and brought it to her lips. She licked it clean without hesitation and he repeated the gesture several times. “You’re gonna wear my cum until I decide otherwise.”

She wondered what was coming next. Both men had just come and she wasn’t sure what Roger planned on doing now. He got up, moving towards her legs and grabbing her around the thighs, pulled her up onto the bed so that her head was no longer hanging over the edge. He opened her knees wide, looking down between her legs, and reached for the butt plug.

It wasn’t a rough, sudden slap this time. Instead, he worked the plug out slowly, twisting it in place, and then sunk it back in. It felt fantastic, stimulating all the sensitive nerves at the opening. After giving her back entrance some attention, he pressed two fingers inside her Hot, tight Pussy, hooking them and dragging them out slowly. The moans reverberated through her chest and escaped her mouth, her eyes closing. What Roger was doing felt fantastic.

“No stealing orgasms,” he slapped her inner thigh unexpectedly. This was her least favorite part of her entire relationship with Roger. She loved his dominance and his authority. At 29, she rarely felt like a little girl anymore, rarely felt so carefree, letting go of Adult responsibilities and giving over all control to Roger. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he fucked her mouth, slapped her, and pounded every one of her holes, leaving her filled and covered with cum. She loved their dynamic. It was so different from the men she dated before, especially because Roger was 12 years her senior. But the way he made her wait to come, the way he teased her and brought her to the very edge only to deny her release, was the most frustrating thing she’s ever felt. And he knew it.

“Get on your hands and knees, facing Liam,” he ordered. She obeyed immediately, though tension knotted in her gut. Would this be where the other man would finally join in? She looked at him. Liam was sitting back in the office chair, his posture relaxed, legs spread comfortably. His hand was tugging leisurely on his half-hard cock as if he felt completely at ease. His eyes were on her.

Behind her, Roger resumed playing with the butt plug and fingerfucking her Pussy, bringing her back to the edge. She moaned, watching Liam’s cock stiffen in his hand. The anticipation of what he’d do to her was building and she imagined being spit-roasted between the two men.

“Your cunt is dripping,” Roger punctuated his words with a smack on her Ass. The sting felt fantastic coupled with her filled asshole. He struck again. “So wet and needy.”

Another slap and she had to squeeze her eyes shut at the intensity of the sensation.

She felt Roger lining up behind her, his thighs leaning against hers, sliding his cock back and forth through her folds before he pushed it into her Pussy.

“Fuck!” She exclaimed, unable to hold it in. Her outburst was followed by another hard slap against her Ass and then she was coming. There was no more holding back the torrent of endorphins flooding her brain. Her Pussy squeezed around the thick cock thrusting rapidly into her. Her thighs shook, threatening her knees to buckle. She always came so much harder when both of her holes were filled. She was suddenly imagining what it would be like to have both Liam and Roger moving inside her, two cocks stretching her holes in a synchronized pounding. The thought had her on the cusp of another Orgasm when Roger pulled out. Her eyes flew open, heart pounding, wondering what was going to happen next.

Liam still sat in the chair watching, his cock now at full mast in his hand, his balls cupped in the other. He seemed entirely consumed in watching Roger fucking her. Roger had pulled out the butt plug, applying more lube to her Ass before lining up the tip of his cock and pressing it in. He grunted, trying to take it slow. Emma’s eyes stayed on Liam who calmly took in the scene. Drops of precum gathered at the top of his cock and ran over the edge onto his fingers, but he seemed to be in no rush to come, stroking at a slow and even rhythm.

“You’re watching Liam wanking while I’m fucking your Ass, huh? Such a dirty, fucking slut!” He landed another slap against her already sore bottom, making her whimper. “I bet you are gonna come for me again too, huh, while watching another guy’s cock.”

He picked up speed, rocking into her, his hands holding on tightly to her hips. His fingertips dug in, making Emma anticipate the bruises that would form there. He reached forward, over her, cupping a breast in his hand and squeezing, then giving her nipple a sharp tug.

“Come for me again, sweetheart, with my cock deep. inside. your Ass.” He emphasized each word with a thrust. She was nearly there already. “Are you imagining having Liam’s cock in your mouth right now? Licking and sucking that, long, hard shaft. Having him shove it deep into your throat? Shooting his load…” she shuddered before he finished that thought. Her head dropped forward, chin to chest, eyes closing, a low moan rattling through her as her body shook with pleasure. It rolled in unending waves, vibrating through her. “That’s it. That’s my filthy little girl. I’m about to cover you in cum inside and out.”

He shoved in deep with a growl, shooting cum inside her Ass, then pulled out, landing the next spray over her butt cheeks and onto her back. The final spurts dribbled in the crease between her Ass cheeks, just before she collapsed on the bed.

When she finally opened her eyes, Liam had apparently finished, cleaned up, and was tucking himself back into his pants. She felt a little confused when Roger pulled on his boxer briefs and ushered Liam out the door, probably walking him out. Emma tried to ponder over what had happened, what made Liam leave without fucking her, but her brain seemed to be too tired to think.

Roger came back with a washcloth, wiping the cum off her back and then laying next to her on the bed, stroking Emma’s hair.

“Did you have fun, kitten?” There was a smile in his voice. She opened her eyes to see it.

“It was really good,” she nodded.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Small wrinkles caught the corners of his eyes and his hand tenderly slid over her cheek.

“I thought you and Liam were both gonna fuck me,” she admitted. “At the same time.” Roger let out an amused sigh, his eyes shifting between hers.

“Well, that’s what I wanted you to think,” he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her up and holding her close to his chest. “But I definitely wouldn’t be able to do that, Emma. I couldn’t let another guy fuck you.” His admission seemed surprising to her. “I want you all to myself. I don’t want another guy’s cock inside you.”

“Oh,” she felt stunned. A new sort of tingling spread through her body.

“I guess I’m a little possessive.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I like that. I want to be just yours,” she looked up at his face.

“Good.”