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Exactly fifty-eight minutes later the knock came.

I opened the door and they stood there side by side, Marcus in a tight black T-shirt that stretched across his chest, Sophie in a little summer dress that barely reached mid-thigh. Both of them looked excited, a little nervous, already breathing faster.

I smiled the way a cat smiles at two mice that it’s caught in a corner.

“Inside. Both of you.”

I pulled them both in. The moment the door shut, clothes started coming off before anyone spoke another word.

Marcus’s T-shirt hit the floor first. Sophie’s dress followed, leaving her in a pale pink bra and matching thong. I stepped between them, still in my lingerie and stockings, and dropped to my knees on the living-room rug.

Marcus’s cock was already half-hard when I freed it from his jeans. Thick, heavy, the dark head already shiny. I took him into my mouth with a long, wet moan, stretching my lips around the girth, tasting the clean skin and the first salty bead of precum. My hand slid up Sophie’s bare thigh at the same time, hooked the crotch of her thong aside, and found her already wet. Two fingers pushed into her tight little cunt without warning. She gasped and grabbed my shoulder for balance.

“Fuck… Lacy…”

I hummed around Marcus’s cock as I crooked my fingers inside her. Her walls fluttered. Marcus’s hand settled on the back of my head, not pushing, just resting, letting me set the pace as I took him deeper, throat working, spit running down his shaft.

I pulled off with a wet pop.

“On your knees. Both of you.” They dropped instantly. I stood over them, legs slightly apart, looking down at the two of them like they belonged there. I grabbed the back of Marcus’s head and shoved his face between my thighs, grinding my lace-covered pussy against his open mouth. At the same time I hauled Sophie up by the hair and kissed her hard, tongues sliding, tasting the wine still on my own lips and the nervous sweetness of hers. My free hand squeezed one of her tits through the bra; thumb rough on the nipple until she whimpered into my mouth.

“Get my panties off with your teeth,” I told Marcus.

He didn’t hesitate. He mouthed at the lace, found the edge with his teeth, and dragged the soaked fabric down my stockinged thighs. Cool air hit my bare, shaved cunt. I was dripping; a thin string of wetness clung to the lace as it left me. Marcus tossed the panties aside and went straight back in, tongue flat against my clit, then lower, licking into me like he was starving.

I pushed Sophie backwards over the back of the sofa, so she lay on the cushions with her above its back, legs high in the air. I yanked her thong off, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was pink and neat and already shiny. I leant forwards and buried my face between her thighs without preamble, long slow licks from her entrance up to her clit, then sucking the little bud between my lips. Then lower, licking her from asshole to clit. She cried out and tangled her fingers in my hair. Behind me Marcus was still on his knees, one hand spanking my arse hard enough to sting, the other spreading me open so he could keep eating.

“Eat that pussy, you dirty slut,” he growled between slaps. Another sharp crack landed. Heat bloomed across my cheek. “Been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned into Sophie’s cunt. “Fuck yes.”

I pushed two fingers into Sophie and fucked her with them while my tongue worked her clit in tight circles. She was already close, hips lifting, thighs trembling. Marcus kept spanking me, each slap louder, the sting turning into a deep, throbbing heat that made my own cunt clench around nothing. I added a finger into Sophie’s ass. She came hard, shaking, a little squirt of clear fluid hitting my chin and dripping down my neck. I kept licking through it, drinking her, as she pushed weakly at my mouth coming down from her orgasm.

I stood up, face shiny, and turned to Marcus.

“Fuck me.”

He rose, turned me around, and bent me over the sofa. I felt the thick head of his cock drag through my folds, spreading the wetness, then notch against my entrance. One powerful thrust and he was inside, stretching me wide, the burn exquisite. I cried out, half in pain, half in pure relief, as he bottomed out. His heavy balls slapped against my outer lips. Sophie scrambled round on the sofa beneath me, removing her bra as she did so, and leaned up to suck one of my swinging tits into her mouth, teeth grazing the nipple while her fingers pinched the other.

“Harder,” I demanded. “Fuck my slutty cunt harder.”

Marcus gripped my hips and pounded. The sofa creaked. Every thrust forced a wet, filthy sound from me. Sophie switched tits, licking, sucking, murmuring praise against my skin. Marcus reached around and found my clit with his thick fingers, rubbing in time with his strokes. The dual sensation built fast. I came with a scream, pussy clamping down around him so hard he groaned and had to slow for a second.

I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I pushed him back, climbed onto the sofa on my back, and pulled Sophie over me into a sixty-nine. She settled with her knees either side of my head, her wet cunt hovering above my mouth. I grabbed her hips, pulled her down and licked into her again, tasting the fresh arousal, while she lowered her face between my legs and started sucking my swollen clit. Marcus knelt at the end of the sofa, and somehow managed to guide his cock back into my cunt and fuck me with long, powerful strokes. Every time he pulled almost all the way out, Sophie’s tongue flicked over his shaft and my stretched entrance. The room filled with wet sounds, skin on skin, mouths on cunts, the soft filthy murmurs we couldn’t help.

“You love this black cock stretching your white pussy, don’t you?” Marcus growled.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned against Sophie’s folds. “I’m your white slut. Use me.”

Sophie came again on my tongue, thighs shaking around my head, another little rush of wetness coating my chin. We switched positions without speaking. I got on all fours on the sofa. Marcus moved behind me and sank back into my cunt in one smooth thrust. Sophie slid underneath me on her back, head between my knees, head back, licking my clit while Marcus fucked me. Her tongue was soft and insistent; every time Marcus bottomed out she could reach his balls and suck them gently. I reached down between our bodies and pushed a finger into Sophie’s arse, working it in slowly while she moaned against my clit.

Marcus pulled out of my pussy, and I felt the slick head press against my arsehole.

“You want it in your arse?” he asked, voice rough.

“Yes. Fuck my arse. Stretch it.”

He spat, rubbed the spit around the tight ring, and pushed. The head popped inside. I moaned long and low as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until his hips were flush against my cheeks. Sophie never stopped licking; her tongue worked my clit while two of her fingers slipped into my empty cunt. The triple penetration, cock in my arse, fingers in my pussy, tongue on my clit, sent me into a spine-shattering orgasm. I came so hard my legs shook and I squirted a little on Sophie’s face and neck. Marcus kept fucking me through it, slower now, letting me feel every ridge and vein.

Marcus couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled out of my arse and stroked his cock furiously. Sophie and I knelt side-by-side, tongues out, as he erupted. Thick hot cum splattered across our faces, tits, and open mouths. We kissed deeply, swapping his cum between us, licking each other clean like filthy sluts. I sat back between them on the sofa, cum still dripping from my chin, breathing hard, and smiling.

We sat there for a while getting our breaths back.

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” I said.

We moved. The bed was wide and neatly made. I pointed.

“Get on it. Both of you. I want to use you.”

Sophie lay on her back near the middle. Marcus settled beside her. I climbed over Sophie first, turned around so her head was close to the foot of the bed and with my knees either side of her head lowered my well-fucked pussy down onto her mouth. She licked eagerly, swallowing whatever dripped from me. Marcus stood behind me, slapped my arse hard enough to leave fresh red prints, and lined up again.

“You’re such a greedy slut,” he said, almost admiring.

“Yes I am. Now shove that beautiful big black cock back in my cunt while she eats me.”

He slammed in. The force pushed my clit harder against Sophie’s tongue. As he did so I leaned forward so I could lick Sophie’s bald pussy. I reached back a hand and spread my cheeks.

“Finger my arse too.”

Marcus pushed his thumb into my still-loose hole and fucked me with cock and thumb while I rode Sophie’s face. The stretch, the wet heat of her mouth, the heavy slap of his hips, everything stacked. I came again, violent and loud, flooding Sophie’s mouth. She drank it, coughing a little, then kept licking.

I wasn’t finished.

I pulled off, pushed Marcus onto his back, and straddled him in reverse cowgirl. I sank down onto his still rock hard cock, taking every thick inch until I was sitting fully on his hips. Then I leaned back slightly and beckoned Sophie.

“Get your head between us. Suck my clit while I ride this big black fuck muscle.”

Sophie moved carefully. She slid between Marcus’s spread legs, wriggled forward until her face was pressed into the space where my body met his, and found my clit with her tongue. It was tight, her nose brushed Marcus’s lower belly, her chin rested against the base of his cock, but she managed it. Every time I rose and dropped, her tongue flicked and sucked. Marcus gripped my hips and thrust up to meet me. I reached forwards and pinched Sophie’s nipples hard enough to make her moan, but the angle meant she could no longer reach my clit and I so loved the sensation of a cock in my cunt and a tongue on my clit that I leant back again.

“Harder, you little slut. Make me cum again.”

She sucked harder. Marcus drove up deeper. The dual sensation, thick cock stretching me, soft insistent tongue on my clit, ripped another orgasm out of me. I screamed, pussy squirting in short pulses all over Sophie’s face and Marcus’s balls. Sophie kept licking through it, cleaning me, swallowing what she could.

I dismounted while I was still shaking and got onto all fours again.

“In my arse,” I said, looking back over my shoulder. “I want you to destroy it.”

Marcus spat on the hole, rubbed the head of his cock against it, and pushed. He went slower this time, letting me feel the stretch, then started fucking harder once I was taking him easily. Sophie slid underneath me once more, on her back with her head between my knees again, licking my clit and occasionally sucking Marcus’s heavy balls as they swung. I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning openly, the filthy wet sounds filling the bedroom.

“Talk to me,” I ordered. “Both of you.”

Marcus’s voice was rough. “Your arse is so fucking tight around my cock. Taking every inch like a perfect whore.”

Sophie muffled between my thighs: “You taste so good… your clit is so swollen… I can feel him, his cock moving inside you…”

“Harder,” I demanded. “Spank me while you fuck my arse.”

Marcus’s hand cracked down. Once, twice, three times. The sting layered on top of the deep, full stretch. Sophie’s tongue never stopped. Another orgasm built, slower this time but deeper, rolling through me until my arms gave out and I dropped onto my forearms, still pushing back, still taking him. When it hit I came with a long, broken cry, cunt and arse both clenching, a fresh rush of wetness coating Sophie’s face.

Marcus lasted only a few more strokes after that. He buried himself deep, groaned, and flooded my arse with thick, hot cum. I felt every pulse. He stayed locked inside me for a few long seconds, breathing hard, then slowly pulled out. Cum immediately started to leak from my stretched hole and run down my thighs.

I turned, still on all fours, and took his softening cock into my mouth, licking and sucking every last trace of his cum mixed with the taste of my own arse. Sophie moved behind me, spread my cheeks with her hands, and licked the leaking cum from my hole, tongue pushing inside to get more while two of her fingers slipped into my dripping cunt and fucked me gently. I moaned around Marcus’s cock, cleaning him thoroughly until he was clean.

We collapsed together on the bed, Sophie gently sucking one of my nipples, me stroking Marcus’s soft cock with lazy fingers, all three of us sticky and breathing hard.

I looked at them both, voice low and satisfied but still carrying the edge of command.

“Now fuck off and let me get some sleep. And if I hear one mention of what’s just happened here tonight in the office, your lives won’t be worth living.”

They both nodded. Marcus kissed the side of my neck once. Sophie pressed a softer kiss to the underside of my breast. Then they gathered their scattered clothes and left, the door clicking shut behind them.

I lay there in the dark, thighs still open, the slow trickle of cum from my arse and the lingering throb in my well-used cunt the only things left of the night. I closed my eyes, smiled and went to sleep.

I woke some time later in the dark of my bedroom, the only light a thin silver line of moonlight slipping through the half-closed blinds. My body felt heavy, used, and deeply satisfied in the way only a night of hard, filthy fucking could leave me. The sheets were still tangled around my legs. The air still carried the faint scent of sex, sweat, cum, the sweet-sharp smell of Sophie’s cunt, the deeper musk of Marcus. My arsehole throbbed with a dull, pleasant ache from how thoroughly he’d stretched and filled it. My pussy felt soft and swollen, still open, still wet.

I shifted and a fresh pulse of need rolled through me.

Even after everything, my cunt was throbbing again.

I lay still for a moment, eyes half-open, and let the memories wash over me in filthy detail. Marcus’s thick black cock splitting me open on the sofa, the way he’d slammed in until my eyes watered. Sophie’s tongue on my clit while he fucked my arse. The hot splash of his cum across our faces. The way Sophie had licked every drop that leaked out of me afterwards, her soft little moans vibrating against my hole. I could still taste him on my tongue, salt and skin and the faint bitterness of my own arse juice mixed with his cum.

My hand drifted down between my legs without conscious thought. Fingers slid through the sticky mess still coating my thighs and found my clit. It was swollen, hypersensitive. One slow circle made my hips twitch and a soft, needy sound escape my throat.

I needed more.

I rolled onto my side, reached for the drawer of the bedside cabinet, and pulled it open. My fingers found the familiar shape immediately, the rabbit vibrator, thick enough to stretch me properly, with the little vibrating ears that knew exactly how to ruin me. I closed the drawer, settled onto my back and spread my thighs wide.

The first touch of the cool silicone against my entrance made me gasp. I was still so wet from earlier that it slid in easily, but the girth still forced a sweet burn as I pushed it deeper. Inch by inch I fed it into my cunt until the rabbit ears nestled perfectly against my clit. I switched it on, low at first, and the deep internal vibration rolled through me like a second heartbeat.

“Fuck…” I whispered to the empty room.

My free hand slid up my body, cupping one breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to sting. I closed my eyes and let the fantasies take over while the vibrator worked its magic inside me.

I imagined Marcus still here, still hard, kneeling between my open thighs and watching the toy disappear into my greedy cunt. I pictured him telling me how slutty I looked, how he was going to pull the vibrator out and replace it with his big, beautiful, thick, black cock the second I came. I imagined Sophie kneeling beside the bed, leaning in to lick around the base of the toy, tasting the mixture of cum and my own juices. Her tongue would be soft and eager, her eyes looking up at me for approval while she lapped at my stretched hole.

I turned the vibration up a notch. The ears buzzed harder against my clit. My hips started to rock, fucking myself onto the thick shaft in slow, deliberate rolls. Every inward thrust made the shaft press against that sensitive spot deep inside; every outward drag made the ears flutter against my swollen bud.

I thought about making Sophie stay late tomorrow, ordering her to take her knickers off, bending over my office desk, over the polished wood while I locked the door. I would push two fingers into her tight little cunt and finger-fuck her until she came all over the paperwork, then make her lick my fingers clean while I told her how I was going to bring Marcus in next time and let him use both of us. I imagined the risk of it, the thin walls, the possibility of someone walking past, and the thought made my cunt clench hard around the vibrator.

“Yes… just like that…” I murmured, voice rough.

I pushed the toy deeper, angling it so the head rubbed that perfect spot on every stroke. My other hand left my breast and slid down to spread my outer lips wider, giving the vibrating ears better access. The dual sensation was filthy and perfect, deep internal pressure and the relentless buzz on my clit. My breathing turned ragged. Sweat began to prickle along my hairline and between my breasts.

I pictured Marcus’s heavy balls slapping against my arse while he fucked me, the wet slap of skin on skin, the way he growled when I begged for it harder. I remembered the exact moment he’d pushed into my arse for the second time, how the thick head had forced me open, how full I’d felt with Sophie’s tongue still working my clit. I imagined him doing it again right now, pulling the vibrator out, lining up, and sinking every inch of that beautiful black cock into my already used hole while Sophie held my cheeks open for him.

The fantasy made me turn the vibrator up to high.

The sudden increase in intensity ripped a loud moan from my throat. My back arched off the mattress. I fucked myself harder, hips snapping up to meet every thrust of the thick silicone shaft. The wet, filthy sounds of my cunt taking the toy filled the quiet room, squelching, slick, unmistakable. My free hand moved back to my tits, alternating between rough pinches and softer caresses, keeping the nipples hard and aching.

I thought about Sophie’s face when she’d come on my tongue earlier, eyes glassy, mouth open, that little squirt hitting my chin. I wanted her to do it again while she sat on my face in the middle of the office after hours, grinding down until she couldn’t breathe properly, until she was drowning me. I wanted Marcus to film it. So I could watch the footage later while I used this same vibrator and cum all over again.

My orgasm started building in my lower belly, tight and inevitable. I kept the vibrator buried deep, only rocking my hips in small, desperate circles so the internal vibrations never stopped pressing that sweet spot and the ears never left my clit. My free hand slid down again and rubbed hard, messy circles over the buzzing ears, adding extra pressure.

“Fuck… fuck… I’m going to come…” I gasped to the empty room.

The climax hit hard. My cunt clamped down around the thick shaft in strong, rhythmic pulses. A rush of wetness spilled out around the base of the toy and soaked the sheets beneath me. My thighs shook. My toes curled. A long, broken moan tore out of me as the pleasure rolled through every nerve, white-hot and overwhelming. I kept the vibrator on high right through the peak, forcing the orgasm to stretch longer, until my clit became almost too sensitive and I had to ease the intensity down.

Even then I didn’t stop completely. I left the toy inside me on a low setting, letting the gentle vibrations soothe the aftershocks while I lay there panting, sweaty, and completely spent. My free hand stroked lazily over my own soft belly and the sticky mess between my thighs. The throb in my cunt had finally quieted into a deep, satisfied ache.

I slowly withdrew the vibrator, feeling the soft, wet pop as it left me, and set it on the bedside cabinet without bothering to clean it. There would be time for that in the morning. Right now I only wanted to sink into the warm, heavy afterglow.

I pulled the sheet up over my naked body, rolled onto my side, and closed my eyes. My last conscious thoughts were filthy and content: the memory of Marcus’s cum leaking from my arse, Sophie’s tongue cleaning me, the way both of them had looked at me like I owned them.

Tomorrow I would walk into the office in another set of expensive lingerie, thighs still tender, and watch them try not to stare.

But for now, with my pussy soft and sated and the last echoes of the vibrator still humming faintly in my nerves, I drifted into a deep, restful sleep.

And the day after that, I would decide who I wanted next.

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