My Boss and His Friends (The Forbidden Fun)

Jessica nods demurely, crossing her legs so that a flash of thick thigh is revealed. I swallow heavily, unable to take my eyes off her creaminess, and perhaps sensing my need, Burke scraps any plans of light conversation and instead heads straight into the deep end.

“So sweetheart, about that bet,” he begins. “I lost, as I already explained, and actually, you’re my payment.”

At first, Jessica doesn’t understand.

“I’m sorry?” she asks. “Can you hand me my clipboard please? I’ll be sure to take down the details.”

My friend chuckles, the sound coming from deep within his chest as his blue eyes flash.

“No, you don’t understand honey. No need to take notes because you’re the payment, sweetheart. You and your sensuous body.”

She blinks then, sitting back on the couch.

“I’m sorry? What do you mean?” Her voice is low and shaky, but it’s not fear I’m sensing. I think there’s arousal laced in her tone, and my body hardens with expectation.

Burke doesn’t give an inch. He reaches forward to cradle her cheek before stroking his flat palm down her elegant neck.

“You can leave at any time,” Burke explains. “You say the word, and we all go back to the party like nothing ever happened. But you’re the payment for my lost bet, honey, and my friends and I want to share you as our prize.”

She stares at him, unmoving.

“Yes, but what does that mean?” she asks in a breathy tone. “Are you going to share my secretarial skills? Am I going to temp at Prince or Ryder Holdings? Is this an externship of some type? Or a secundment?”

My two friends and I exchange glances before I take the reins of the conversation.

“No baby girl. We meant sharing in a physical sense because you have incredible curves that we crave,” I explain. “My buddy Burke here thought Vance and I might enjoy them as payment for his debt, and he’s absolutely right. We’ll make you feel amazing, if you’re amenable that is. We would never force you to be with us, nor make you stay against your will.”

Vance nods and looks hungrily at her, his blue eyes flashing. “Like Sam said, you can leave at any time. But we really hope you won’t because a lot of women enjoy taking three men at once. It may sound overwhelming at first, but it’s not, I promise. If anything, the women who’ve done it end up begging us for more.”

Jessica’s eyes open wide then as her bosom heaves.

“Excuse me? You’ve done this before?” she asks in a squeaky voice.

“We have,” I growl in return. “And like Vance mentioned, women love it. The thought of three cocks is intimidating in the beginning, especially when you see our size, but by the end, our female lovers have forgotten their own names because they’re writhing and screaming with pleasure.”

There, I’ve put it out there. There can be no ambiguousness about what we want now, and the gorgeous brunette stares at us with shock in her eyes.

“But … but … all this to pay a debt?” she whispers.

“Yes,” Burke growls. “I was an idiot to lose, but now that we’re here, I think we might find it very enjoyable.”

Still, the sassy woman sputters.

“This isn’t in the realm of my responsibilities,” she stammers “I’m a secretary, not a… a… sex doll!”

I can’t help but laugh at the way the words ‘sex doll’ squeaks out between her lips. It’s like she’s never said the phrase before, let alone experienced its pleasures.

“You wouldn’t be a sex doll exactly,” Vance intones in a low voice. His jaw is stiff and harsh streaks decorate his high cheekbones. “More of a sex toy, if you will. Will you do that, Jessica? Will you be our personal sex toy to be shared by three men?”

The pretty brunette stares at us, her mouth agape with surprise. But somehow, I already know that her answer will be an eager yes. After all, we’re offering her the chance of a lifetime, and I can already sense the curvy woman’s ready to get down on her hands and knees and play.

5

Vance

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I stare at Jessica, my body hard with need. She’s so fucking gorgeous and exactly my type too. Her big breasts heave with shock and surprise, but I can already see her nips hardening through the fabric. If I had to guess, she’s moist between her thighs too and my palm itches to caress that secret space.

But I want her to feel comfortable with her part of the deal, so I decide to throw in a sweetener.

“Like we said, you weren’t a part of the original bet, so this is somewhat of a lopsided arrangement for you. Let’s make a deal: would you like to be paid for your services? We’re wealthy men, honey, and more than happy to remunerate you for your time.”