Triplets Make Five

But honestly? That was all I could do, and it made me nervous.

The car stopped in front of a towering office and I couldn’t bring myself to open the door. If I went home now, he would never have to see me like this. I wouldn’t ruin the beautiful moment we shared at lunch with the sweaty mess that was my body in my current state. I felt my body beginning to shake with nervousness, and that’s when the old man spoke up from the front seat.

“He’s on the top floor. And don’t worry. You look beautiful.”

I took a deep breath before I opened the door, then I walked into the building. I took the elevator to the top floor where a kind secretary was there to greet me. She shook my hand without a word exchanged between the two of us, then she turned and began to talk. I followed her to an office in the middle of the floor, then she turned to me and held out her hand.

“Mr. Dobson’s expecting you,” she said.

Everyone had gone home for the day and the entire building was silent. I walked into the room before the secretary shut the door behind me, and a voice I recognized instantly piped up from the shadows of the office.

“You look incredible, Miss Ella.”

I felt my body shiver in anticipation, the reservations soon melting from my body. My hair was piled on my head and my waitressing uniform was stained with food, but somehow that seemed to only pull him closer to me. I felt him walking towards me as his towering body slowly peeled from the shadows, and the moment he got to me I felt his lips on the shell of my ear.

“And you smell divine.”

I felt a shiver ricochet up my spine as he slowly undid the straps of my apron. The fabric fell to the floor, my tip money spilling out of the front pockets. I wanted to pipe up and say something. I wanted to unstick my voice from my throat. But, the moment I felt his fingertips unzipping my uniform I could only stand there and try to keep my knees from buckling.

“You are a beautiful creature, Miss Ella,” he said as the zipper bottomed out. “The first time was simply an honor. But this time, it will be a pleasure.”

His hands slowly slipped my uniform from my shoulders before it piled at my feet on the floor. He wrapped his arm around my waist, picking me up as if I was nothing so I could kick it off my feet. I toed off my shoes while his nose ran along the expanse of my shoulders, then he set me back on my feet before slowly unhooking my bra.

“Foster,” I whispered.

His movements stopped, no doubt waiting to see if I would say anything. He was completely in tune with every single thing my body was communicating, so all I did was lean back into his hands. My bra fluttered to the ground, my breasts bouncing lightly against my body. His fingertips played with my nipples, ripping a moan from my throat before he robbed me of his touch.

I whimpered at the loss of him before I heard a shuffling sound.

Soon, a piece of cloth descended over my eyes. My hands flew to the material, dancing lightly along it while he tied a knot at the back of my head. He picked me up in his arms and carried me somewhere in his office, then he set me back down onto my feet and bent me over. My stomach pressed into the cool surface of his desk before he slid his fingers down my back, and I could feel myself growing wet for him.

Without another word uttered between the two of us, he pressed small kisses up my spine. His fingers parted my pussy folds, my juices spilling out onto his hand while his fingers worked lightly along my clit. My legs trembled and my clit began to swell underneath his ministrations and I could feel him smiling into my skin. My hips bucked back into him, chasing a high I wanted to experience with him aga

in just before his lips found my ear again.

“Holy hell, you’re breath-taking.”

I moaned at his words while my pussy dripped onto his hand, and I heard his belt buckle coming undone before the fabric of his pants slid down his legs. I wanted to feel him inside of me, filling me with the massive cock I’d had between my lips the first time I’d been with him. My knees gave way while the burning fire raged behind my pelvis, but just as I approached my end he drew his fingers away from my skin.

“No. Please, Foster,” I breathed.

I felt his dick slip between my pussy folds, coating himself in my juices before he ran his dripping tip up my ass crack. He slowly slid two fingers in my pussy while his thumb graced my clit, but the moment I felt the tip of his cock at my asshole, I tensed.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I-”

I’d never done something like this before. I’d never experienced any sort of anal play, and I was frightened. His cock was massive and I knew it would hurt, but the moment his thumb circled my clit I felt myself relax.

“Is this alright?” he asked.

And all I could do was nod. Something inside me trusted him. Maybe I wanted him. Maybe it was nothing but lust. But, something inside me yielded to him. Wanted him inside me, no matter where he was.

He pressed the head of his cock into me and I groaned. The pain wafted up my back just before he circled my clit, and all of a sudden the pain turned to pleasure. He inched in again, repeating his salacious pattern until his cock was buried into my asshole. He groaned, biting down into my shoulder while my body adjusted to him, then I did the one thing I never thought I would be able to do with him.

I bucked back into his hips.

He slowly drew out before he slid back in, and my entire body quaked at his movements. His thumb worked my clit, causing my asshole to flutter around his raging dick while his tongue traced designs on my back. I reached back, capturing his soft hair between my fingertips while his thrusts slowly escalated, and by the time he was pounding into me I was crying out for more.