Sharing Her

The deal is just an excuse.

I hear the sound of something unzipping in front of me, and my heart skips a beat. I’m kneeling right up next to the edge of the table, and I have no idea which of the men is in front of me.

“Let’s start with something simple,” I hear Max’s voice in front of me. My heart flutters again. I don’t know why, but I hoped he would be the one I get to taste first. The sound of fabric tells me he’s pushing his underwear down, and suddenly, I feel something warm, soft, and firm gently slap me on the cheek.

It’s his cock, and it’s so much bigger than I expected it ever could have been.

I feel a strong, firm hand in my hair. His fingers run through my raven locks and squeeze into a gentle fist for a few moments before relaxing, but he doesn’t let go.

“I’m a very hands-on CEO,” he says. “You should know that by now if you’ve been paying attention, and I know you have. You might find me to be a bit...controlling.”

As he says that, he forcibly turns my head to the left, and I feel the crown of his cock touch my soft lips. My face is red as a rose. This is tapping into my deepest, darkest desires. Everything about it is wrong, but my body wants it so badly that just waiting for them got me wet.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” Max commands me, and I softly nod my head, feeling his warm cock grace my lips.

I open my mouth and let my tongue out.

My lips ho

ld the bulging crown in place while I lick the opening of his cock, and I hear him draw in a sharp breath. With my eyes blinded, I feel all my other senses just a little bit more intensely, and having my hands behind my back really makes me helpless before them. I don’t even know where Taylor is.

What I didn’t tell them is that I’m a virgin. Everything I’m going on is pure instinct. I hope it serves me well, because my job depends on it.

My tongue starts at the base of his bulging cock, where I feel the crown’s ridge meeting, and I move my tongue around at that soft base. I never thought my first time would be like this, but it sends ripples of excitement through my body.

I feel out the underside of his cock before I let my tongue go up his slit again, and this time, I feel him give a subtle but powerful pulse. It’s faint, but it promises so, so much power in the cock behind it. I don’t even know how long it is--but I’m going to find out soon.

I open my mouth a little more and take the whole crown of his cock into my mouth like a lollipop. And just like something sweet and delicious, I start turning my head and moving my tongue all over it. I let out a soft moan as I run my tongue around the whole girth of the crown.

I’ve seen cocks in porn before. I know how big they can get. But the sheer size of Max’s crown promises something bigger than I’ve ever imagined.

His cock gets even stiffer as I play with his crown, and soon, I want more in me. I push myself forward, but Max pulls his hips back a little and holds my head in both hands.

“Oh no, you need to work for it, little miss,” he says. That subtle command makes me shiver, and I want to work that much harder for him.

I start running my tongue up and down his slit in a steady rhythm. Up and down, up and down, feeling him pulse every few seconds as I start to get him more and more excited. He’s such a big, powerful man, and his every move shows me how much control he has over me. That just makes me more excited to be able to get this kind of reaction from his cock.

After a few strokes at that pace, I move my tongue in a circle around his crown, then go back to massaging his slit. He seems to like that, and he rewards me by stroking my hair slowly with one hand while the other holds me firm.

“That’s it,” he groans, “good girl.”

Those words get me even wetter, and I let out a moan of pleading.

“When Taylor and I interviewed you,” Max says, “we talked about a little something in this very room, on this very table.”

I got bolder with my tongue, and I slid it further under his cock than I ever had before. He lets me, and I realize I can take a little more of his shaft into me.

“We had this idea of a more interactive interview than you might be used to,” Taylor’s voice comes from behind me, and suddenly, I feel something heavy climbing up on the table.

It’s Taylor himself.

He makes his way to my ass on his knees, and just as Max lets me take half of his whole cock into my mouth, I feel Taylor grab my ass with both hands.

“I think our idea is going to work out just fine,” Taylor groans.

While he unzips, I start exploring Max’s shaft with my tongue in every way I possibly can. I feel its weight on my tongue--and it’s only halfway in, if my estimate is right. It’s heavy, girthy, and full of need. I push it against the roof of my mouth and start massaging the soft underside gently, and on every fifth stroke, I bring my tongue back up to tease his slit.

“She’s damn good at this,” Max muses in a thick, husky tone.