I go for Anders first, parting my lips slowly and allowing the tip of my tongue to explore the head of his cock. I trace slow circles around it, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, and then I pull back and move toward Logan.
Shifting from one to the other, I keep on doing that until my mind starts demanding something more.
“Just do it,” Anders tells me, his voice so heavy that I almost feel his words hitting me over the top of my head.
“So demanding,” I whisper at him, but at the same time, I’m opening my mouth as wide as I can. I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and, not a moment’s hesitation to my movement, I move them all the way down. I only stop when I feel his cock firmly pressed against the back of my throat, his full twelve-inches filling me in such a way that breathing is almost a chore.
Stroking Logan at the same rhyth
m, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, the sound of me sucking on Anders’ cock filling the whole room. I only stop when I need to come up for air and, in all honesty, it almost hurts to feel the emptiness inside my mouth when Anders’ cock pops out.
“Fuck, Lana, that was…” he starts, looking at me with a look of pure savage hunger.
“I know,” I tell him, feeling exactly that same savage hunger taking over me. Then, turning my attention toward Logan, I open my mouth once again and guide it toward his cock; having already warmed up with Anders, this time I don’t even start with the tip. No, this time I just open my mouth and let my head fall, impaling myself on his cock so hard that I almost think he’s going to make a hole through my skull.
Stroking and sucking, I close my eyes and work on their cocks for God knows how long, the notion of time fading away as if it was just a stupid concept invented by the modern world. Right now I’m doing something so primal and wild that concepts such as these don’t even apply. I’m in fairyland right now, and it feels fucking amazing.
“Alright, Lana, you had your fun…” I hear Logan say, and I take out the cock in my mouth and look. They’re both looking down at me with an eager smile, and I feel a shiver going up my spine as I try to guess what’s in their minds. “Now it’s time you have even more fun…” Logan continues, and now my anticipation has grown into a fiery anxiety.
“Yes please,” I purr as they pull me up to my feet. Placing both hands on my waist, Anders takes charge of the situation and pushes me back until my ass cheeks are pressing against the edge of the conference table. Then, grabbing me by the ass, he pushes me up and sits me down.
Logan walks up to his side and, never taking his eyes off mine, he places his hands on my knees and forces me to spread my legs. “Good girl,” he whispers, his fingers now pushing the hemline of my dress up to my waist, revealing the drenched fabric of my lace thong.
“I doubt she’s a good girl,” Anders says in that voice of his as he goes down to his knees, his wide shoulders keeping my knees a part.
“Oh, I’m a good girl when I want to,” I chuckle, leaning back and placing both my elbows on the table. I close my eyes as Anders rests his lips over my knee and then drags them inward, taking his mouth dangerously close to my pussy. He lays soft kisses around my groin, never actually going for my thong, and I start growing impatient; I move my hips from side to side, trying to get him to press his mouth against my pussy, but he just places one forearm over my waist and forces me to keep still.
“I want … your mouth on me,” I breathe, reaching for Anders and tangling my fingers in his hair. Reaching for Logan with my free hand, I grab his hard cock and start to stroke him backhandedly, my hand moving awkwardly but keeping a steady rhythm.
“The lady asks … the lady gets,” I hear Anders say from between my thighs, his breath caressing my skin, and then he just presses his open mouth against the drenched fabric of my thong.
“Oh God!” I yelp as he starts on my pussy over the fabric, doing it so fiercely it almost seems like he wants to suck my soul through my pussy. And it feels amazing.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” Anders growls, and then uses two fingers to flick my thong to the side. He runs one fingertip over the length of my wet inner lips, and then he replaces it with the wet tip of his tongue, flicking it upward until it meets my clit. Using his tongue to draw soft circles around my clit, he keeps on licking me until I feel a soft electric buzz under my skin, my hand now moving faster over Logan’s cock.
“I want some of that too,” I hear Logan say and, giving me no time to protest, he grabs me by the wrist and forces me to let go of his cock. He then goes down on his knees by Anders' side, placing one hand under the back of my knee and making me put my leg over his shoulder.
Anders moves slightly to the side, his tongue still running around my clit, and that gives Logan the opening he wants. Leaning forward, his head under Anders, he opens his mouth and places it over my drenched folds, sucking both of them into his mouth.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” I repeat over and over again as they work me with their mouths, my mind like a broken record. That soft electricity that crackled under my skin is now becoming something fiercer and violent, like a whip that makes my whole body tremble as it hits my soul.
Wrapping his lips around my clit, Anders starts pressing down on it with the tip of his tongue; at the same time, Logan takes his mouth off of my pussy and places two of his fingers against my inner lips. Doing it fast, he slides them inside me to the knuckles, curling them upward and taking his fingertips straight to my G-spot. The moment I feel the pressure on my G-spot and clit, it’s as if a tidal wave has just crashed against my mind; I feel my thoughts being crushed under the weight of glorious pleasure, and then they’re dragged off me as if they never existed in the first place. Right now all of my rationality has left me, and I’m purely a body being steered by instinct alone.
Taking my elbows off of the table, I let myself fall back and take my hands to my breasts. Squeezing on them as I arch my back, I let that violent orgasm overtake me, every single muscle in my body twitching and spasming.
“That was … amazing,” I whisper, opening my eyes and looking up at the ceiling, feeling as if I’ve just awoken from a trance. Both men escape from between my thighs and go up to their feet, their cocks drawing all of my attention. Propping myself back up on my elbows, I throw them a lewd look. “What else do you got for me, boys?” I tease them, my pussy pleading for so much more.
“Well, I got this right here … and it’s all yours,” Logan says without a moment’s hesitancy, grabbing his cock and positioning himself right between my legs. Taking a step forward, he hooks his thumbs on my thong and then yanks it down my legs. Looking at me with a devious grin, he brings my thong up to his face and presses it against his mouth. “Smells delicious,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, and then throws my thong behind me. His grin widens and then he slaps down the head of his cock against my clit... and, God, I feel as if I’ve been hit by lightning.
Gritting my teeth, I reach for him with both hands, my fingers turned into claws, and dig my fingernails into his perfect iron ass cheeks. I pull him into me with all the strength of my body, and he offers no resistance. His twelve inches slide inside of me hard, his thickness pushing my inner walls back; letting go of his ass, I throw myself back on the conference table and turn my head to the side so that I’m looking straight at Anders.
“There’s still space in here, you know…?” I purr, running my index finger over the space between my lips.
“Not for long,” Anders growls, climbing up on the conference table and going down to his knees, his cock casting a long shadow over my face. He holds his huge member by the root and angles it down; I do the rest, craning my neck and parting my lips; I take his cock just like that, its tip pressing against the inside of my cheek.
As if they were in telepathic communication, both men start bucking their hips at the same time. Logan’s cock slides in and out of my pussy at a steady pace, and the same happens with Anders as he fucks my mouth.
I remain like that for God knows how long, completely submitting my body to their masts. As they keep on fucking me, Anders starts working on the straps of my dress, pushing them down my arms and yanking my dress down until it’s bunched up around my waist. Leaning forward slightly, he then takes his big hands to my bra and squeezes my tits over it, my flesh shifting under his touch.