Playboy Billionaire

Victor took one of my hands from the bed and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. He gently moved my hand up and down until I realized I was supposed to be doing that on my own. When I took over, Victor let his hand fall to the side. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. I was drooling all over his cock – his skin was soaked with my saliva, but I sucked greedily, as if his cock were the source of everything vital and nutritive that I needed.

Andrew groaned. He grunted and thrust into me from behind, filling my body with spasms of pleasure. Andrew slid one hand under my body and used his thumb to roughly rub circles around my swollen, exposed clit. I could feel that my pleasure nub was poking out of my labia. My legs were spread so far that my thighs ached from the strain, but it was a delicious kind of ache.

“She’s good,” Victor groaned. I started breathing through my nose, letting him push his cock all the way into my mouth. There was something so sexy, so sensual about being humiliated like this – I could barely move, as my body was controlled by the two powerful men on the bed with me. But I didn’t care, everything felt so amazing that I forgot about everything in the world besides sex.

“I’m gonna come,” Andrew grunted. He slammed his cock into me with more force than before. He leaned back, bracing his other hand against the cheeks of my ass. I groaned on Victor’s cock when I felt Andrew’s fingers come dangerously close to my puckered little asshole. Grunting, I tried to sway my hips out of the way but Andrew was stronger. Soon, he was stroking the sensitive surface of my most secret hole with his thumb. The sensation wasn’t dirty at all – it was incredible. It filled my body with a new kind of spasmic pleasure as Andrew fucked me harder than before.

Victor was fucking my mouth, pushing and pulling his cock away from my spit-soaked lips. My mouth was swollen and tingly but I wanted to keep sucking him. I loved pleasuring like this – the sensation of Victor’s cock in my mouth made the juices gush from my pussy more powerfully than ever before.

“God,” Victor grunted. “I’m so close. Make her come, Andrew. Make our little slut come for us.”

Andrew rubbed lazy circles over the taut opening of my ass with one finger and my clit with his other hand as his cock slammed inside of me. I started to feel like something was gripping me between the legs, something elastic and delicious and perfect. As my body jounced around on the bed, I felt something strong pulse through my whole body. Suddenly, I instinctively felt it – I was going to come.

Greedily, I sucked Victor’s cock harder than ever before. Andrew slid his finger into my asshole and gently flicked the sensitive skin as I wriggled my hips and shoved my ass against his cock. The powerful sensations in my belly grew stronger than ever and I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure flow through my body.

When my orgasm hit, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe – it felt too good, too amazing. I moaned loudly onto Victor’s cock, bobbing my head faster than ever before. I could feel the muscles of my pussy and ass clenching Andrew’s cock and fingers as I shuddered with orgasmic ecstasy.

“God,” Andrew moaned. He paused his thrusts, and then I felt his cock twitching inside of my pussy. I guessed he must be coming powerfully – he tightened his grip on my body until I was almost in pain.

Victor groaned and grunted. He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled my face forward onto his cock until I was practically deep-throating him. Then his cock began to spasm and shake. Seconds later, I felt a hot gush of salty liquid spew down my throat.

“Oh my god,” Victor groaned. He pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and flopped down on the bed, utterly spent. His face was bright red and covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

My heart was still pounding from the incredible, raunchy sex that we’d just enjoyed. I could feel my pussy clenching around Andrew’s cock. When he slid out, it was almost a little painful.

My thighs were burning and I collapsed onto the bed in a graceless heap, pulling a sheet over my body to cover my nakedness. Over my body, Andrew and Victor shared a deep kiss.

Andrew raised his eyebrows at me after breaking away from Victor. “So, Kristin,” Andrew said, grinning. “Did you have fun?”

I blushed deeply. From the way Victor and Andrew looked at each other, I had a feeling they understood how I was feeling.

The two men crawled into bed with me in the middle. Andrew pulled a blanket up from the floor and covered our bodies before turning out the light. My mind was racing but my body was exhausted and I felt a sleepy, warm, sated feeling melting across my limbs.

Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

In the morning, I felt shy and awkward. I woke up before Victor and Andrew, but not wanting to disturb them, I laid in bed, ruminating over the events of the night before. When it had been happening, it had been such a rush to my senses that I couldn’t even think straight. But now, I couldn’t believe that I’d acted like such a wanton little slut. My cheeks burned with embarrassment (and arousal) as I thought about how good it had felt when Andrew fucked me from behind while I sucked off his boyfriend, Victor. I’d never even come close to having sex before, and yet I’d somehow managed to pull off a sexy ménage a-trois like I was a pro.

Victor woke up before Andrew. He glanced at me, rubbing his eyes.

“Hey,” Victor said. “Sleep well?”

I licked my lips and blushed. “Yes,” I admitted shyly. “This bed is really comfortable.”

Victor smirked. “Yes,” he said, a slight tone of mocking in his voice. “It is.”

On my other side, Andrew woke. He too rubbed his eyes, tousling his dark hair with one hand. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was first thing in the morning. His dark eyes were practically glowing with excitement and his dark skin made a beautiful contrast with the white sheets of the bed.

“I should shower,” Andrew groaned. His voice was thick and still laced with sleep. “Victor? Kristin?”

“What?” I cocked my head to the side. “Why are you asking me?”

Andrew’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “I’m asking you to join me,” he said, smirking. “So? Will you?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. The three of us made our way down the hall, into a luxe bathroom with a huge shower. The walls were made of glass and there was enough space on the tiled floor for at least ten people to stand inside. Five gigantic showerheads were placed strategically around the ceiling, and I shivered with anticipation when Andrew turned on the spray of hot water. My nipples were already stiff with arousal and my pussy was still wet and slippery from the night before.

“Ladies first,” Victor said, grinning wryly. He pulled open the shower door and made a deep bow. Blushing madly, I walked into the steamy mist of hot water.

The water felt like a rebirth, like a baptism. Andrew gently guided me under one of the showerheads and took a bottle of expensive shampoo from the floor, massaging my hair until my senses were flooded with the fragrant, delicious shampoo. I moaned softly as Andrew pulled me under the spray of the water, rinsing me clean.