"Yes," she hissed.
She leaned down and lightly kissed the side of Gordon’s jaw before standing up. Without needing any
direction, Mr. Hayes slipped his hands down the front of her soaked panties.
Tracy cried out when his fingers snaked down over her mound and slipped into her with ease. She spread her knees as far as she could without falling and let him feel her from the inside, but only for a minute. Then she moved his hands to her hips. It was a silent order to continue undressing her, one that he understood perfectly.
He jerked her panties down, allowing her to step out and fling them aside with a foot. Finally naked, she turned her attention back to Gordon, who was nearly writhing in his seat with anticipation.
She bent over, pushing her ass against Mr. Hayes while she deftly undid Gordon’s zipper and pulled his member free. It was bigger than she had given him credit for.
Behind her, Tracy could feel her lover quickly undressing.
She knelt, extended her tongue and slowly ran it from the base of Gordon’s cock to the very tip, eliciting a moan from somewhere deep inside of him. He immediately grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. It was just hard enough to convey how badly he needed her.
Tracy plunged her mouth down onto him and sucked down. She could feel his every throbbing ridge as she moved up slowly, taking in his taste and scent to make him wait a little longer.
Her mouth popped softly when she reached the end, then she stood up. Tracy grabbed onto the back of the chair and turned back to Mr. Hayes.
"Come over here," she commanded.
He walked to her left just in time to see her thrust her body down onto Gordon’s pole with a loud, wet slap. She opened her mouth to cry out for him, but was immediately silenced by Mr. Hayes. His long, thick shaft slipped past her lips and muffled her escalating cries of pleasure.
Tracy’s pace became more frantic. She hopped her body up and down over Gordon, pounding her pussy against him hard enough to make her breasts bounce and shake. She sucked her boyfriend’s cock and rocked her hips forward, grinding her engorged clit against Gordon’s hard body.
It was enough to easily push her over the edge, surprising even her with the quickness and power of it. Tracy pulled her mouth away from Mr. Hayes and screamed with ecstasy as her walls throbbed and pulsed around Gordon’s thrusting member.
But there was no rest for Tracy. She wanted more. This was her fantasy and she wasn't about to let it end here.
"To the table, both of you," she ordered.
Gordon got up from his chair and picked Mr. Hayes’ deep blue tie up off of the table.
Tracy glanced over and asked, "What’s that, Mr. Baxter?"
He smirked and grabbed one of her wrists. For the first time, he and Mr. Hayes locked eyes with matching glimmers in their eyes. Tracy saw it, and she knew what it meant.
They had an idea.
Before she could demand otherwise, the two powerful men had bound her wrists together with the soft tie, and each of them greedily groped and kissed her body. By then, there was no hint of the cooperation she saw between them just moments before. They both simply wanted to please her.
Mr. Hayes, who had been waiting for too long, grabbed her first. He spun her around, forcing her body face down onto the table with a loud slap.
He entered her from behind, pounding his cock into her lubricated hole. All the while, the rounded edge of the table bumped and massaged the precipice of Tracy’s quivering folds.
But before she could get too far again, Mr. Hayes suddenly pulled away and Tracy felt Gordon’s throbbing snake slide into her.
They’re taking turns with me, she realized and bit down onto her lip. The idea was dirty and delicious at the same time. The idea of both of them getting pleasure from her was hotter than anything she could imagine. A rising tide of screams and wails of pleasure made her head start to spin from a lack of air. Each and every thrust was harder than the last, the force of which took her breath away. Soon, Tracy couldn’t keep track of who was inside of her. She writhed with her bound hands in front of her, begging for them to go faster. Again she was inching closer to climax, this time with both men close behind.
The men switched again. Tracy knew it was Gordon when he wedged his rough hand between her pussy and the table and started to massage her in hard, tight circles.
It was all that Tracy needed.
The coaxing from Gordon’s hand sent off a chain reaction in Tracy. A hot, blooming wave of pleasure raced outward through her body, starting from where his talented fingers ended.
"Yes," she screamed for him before loosing herself to wordless ecstasy.
Just before the last pangs of ecstasy had finished, Tracy felt him jerk out of her. A second later, he grunted and shot out a stream of his hot cum toward her. It hit the table between her legs, speckling her with small drops.