Sugar Daddies (17 page)

Ready
. Yes. Ready.

And yet I felt so nervous. More than nervous. Scared.

Scared and excited. A strange combination. I guessed like a parachute jump, or swimming with sharks. Or taking that big fucking fence on a horse that was playing up. I always took the fence. I could take this, too. These
two
.

Carl slipped the key card in the door and held it open, and I stepped past him with a deep breath. The urge for crappy small talk bubbled up in me as the door clicked shut behind the guys, but
there was nothing to say.
Nice evening. Phew, what a club. Who fancies a cuppa?
Lovely cup of tea, always good before my pussy gets torn open, I find.
I’d be stalling, and for what? Two pairs of eyes were hungry, scoping me out in the quiet of the room, and it made me tingle from my tits to my toes.

They stood, shoulder to shoulder, waiting for my move, and they were gorgeous. Both of them were gorgeous.

I kicked my heels aside and my feet were grateful. My dress was easy to take down, it slipped smoothly from my shoulders, baring my breasts, and Rick smiled as I wriggled it down over my hips. Carl didn’t smile, but he nodded, just a little. Just enough. My dress dropped to the floor and I stepped out from the fabric, making sure to keep
my shoulders back and tits proud,
portraying a confidence that wasn’t entirely genuine.

“Nice,” Rick said. “She’s a picture, isn’t she, Carl?”

And Carl surprised me. Took my breath away.

“Beautiful,” he said. And he meant it. I could see it in his eyes.

He thought I was beautiful. Not just hot, or cute, or pretty.
Beautiful.
My tummy fluttered as I hooked my fingers inside my thong and slid it down, and I was wet already, the lace damp against my thighs.

Naked, and excited, and scared, and completely unsure of what to do next, so I made for the obvious choice, climbing up onto the bed and kneeling at the top, thighs spread wide enough that the air felt cool against my wet pussy.

It was the right move. Carl and Rick came closer, then gave each other a look. A smile. Rick pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, and Carl unbuttoned his shirt, slowly. I was spoiled, unsure where to look, flicking my eyes between the two as they dropped their jeans in unison. Rick’s tattoos were divine, his abs tight and lean, and his cock, his cock was awesome. I was falling for Rick, and it was crazy, I got that feeling as I looked at him, that aching lurch of want. And there was Carl. Huge and ripped and so perfectly defined.

The guy was more than just a guy. He was imposing, and intimidating, and hot. Crazily, scarily hot. I dared to look at his cock, and my throat felt dry, but I smiled.

He’d fit. They’d fit. Surely. Definitely. Hopefully. I mean, you can push a whole fucking baby out of that hole, right?

Right?

But that hole felt like it had closed up tight, battened down the hatches and called a time out. My muscles were stiff, and tense, thrumming with nerves, and still my clit buzzed, wanting. I guess it didn’t get the same memo as the rest of me.

I brushed my hair from my shoulders, gave a little shimmy, aiming for porn star but most likely falling well short, and then I beckoned them forward, invited them up.

And they came. Both of them. Climbing onto the bed and heading straight for me, two crazy hot guys with fire in their eyes, stalking me on all fours. I fought the urge to giggle, adrenaline making me giddy, but as they rose to their knees in front of me I didn’t want to giggle at all. My tentative fingers reached out, coming to rest on two solid chests, and I stared at the path I made, brushing over two sets of abs. I’d landed lucky with these two. Really lucky.

Their cocks were both impressive side by side. Rick’s Prince Albert was thick, a heavy ring that glinted in the lamplight. I took hold of his shaft, enjoying my first real look at him, and there were more. Two barbell piercings through the bottom of his shaft by his balls, and fuck they looked good. Carl’s cock was darker, thicker, the veins so much more pronounced. My fingers looked so tiny as I took him in hand, gripping tight around his shaft, straining to enclose him, and falling well short.

I worked my hands in sync, up and down slowly, teasing two dicks like it was the most regular thing in the world, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I didn’t want to tear my eyes away. Rick groaned, and Carl rested a hand on my shoulder, and it encouraged me, gave me the confidence to work them harder, solid strokes, all the way up and down, and my fingers urged them to move, guided them closer until they shifted, hip to hip, shuffling until they were close enough that I could press their dicks against each other, shaft to shaft, and they grunted, and moved their hips, cocks rubbing, thrusting, and I held them, gripped them, stared so hard at the girth of those two swollen heads that my tummy tensed.

They were so fucking big.

Oh fuck.

Rick’s fingers brushed my cheek. “That’s good,” he said. “That’s so fucking good.”

Carl’s grip tightened on my shoulder, hips thrusting, and I could feel his eyes on me, burning me. Gently he pushed me backwards, and my heart pounded. “Lie down,” he said. “On your back.”

I tried to swallow but my throat was dry, and I couldn’t take my eyes from those dicks, trying to imagine the both of them pushing inside. My clit thumped, but my nerves were wired. I looked up at them, looked between them, trying my best to smile confidently and pretend this was no big deal. But it was a big deal.

I pulled my hands away and they were jittery. I tried to hide them, but Carl took my wrist, held my hand up in his and watched as it trembled.

“You’re shaking.”

I closed my eyes and pictured us on the beach front, happy and laughing and having fun. I knew these guys, not completely, but enough. Enough to like them, enough to be honest.

“I’m so nervous,” I said, and my voice was raspy.

I was expecting Rick to be the one to calm me, but Carl was first. He raised my fingers to his lips and he kissed them. My tummy churned and it was a good churn. His eyes were fierce, but they were genuine.

“Relax,” he said. “No pressure, no rushing. I promise you’ll be just fine.”

“More than fine,” Rick added, and he was smiling. A dirty smile that brought out his dimples and set me on fire. “Trust me, we’ll make this feel real fucking good.”

I met their eyes, back and forth, and there was warmth there. It calmed me, enough that the shakes eased off. I took a breath.

“Do you want to do this, Katie?” Carl asked. “Forget the money, and the fact that we’re naked with a dressing table full of dildos. Do you really want this?”

My answer was clear, even through the nerves.

“Yes,” I said. “I want this. It’s just last minute jitters.” I smiled, took a breath. “I really want this. I promise.”

I wanted this regardless of the money,
them
regardless of the money, and the thought was so crazy that I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. I lay back, pulling a pillow under my head and resting with my knees bent up, propped together.

“Good girl,” Carl said. “Relax.”

Hands on my knees, easing them apart, and I let them fall, let them spread.

“That’s so fucking nice,” Rick said. “Such a gorgeous fucking pussy.” He joined me at my side, trailed his fingers up my stomach. It felt so good when his lips pressed to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deep, and the bed dipped under Carl’s weight as he lay to the other side of me. His fingers found my breast, circled then squeezed, tugging at my nipple enough to make me moan. He scissored my leg with his, spread me wider, and I could feel his cock, a heavy thump as it landed on my hip.

Rick broke the kiss and angled my face to Carl, and I closed my eyes and waited, my lips parted and wanting. It made me moan when Carl pushed his tongue inside my mouth, made me squirm when he pushed in deeper, as though his was on a mission to possess mine.

“Fuck yeah,” Rick whispered. “That’s hot. That’s so fucking hot.” I felt him move, and then his breath on my breast. Carl’s tongue was in my mouth and Rick’s licked at my nipple and I made a little rasp.

Carl squeezed and Rick sucked and I liked it. My breath came out ragged, and they felt it, I know they did. Rick took hold of my thigh, spread me wider still, and his cock was against my skin.

I moaned into Carl’s mouth. He squeezed my nipple hard, then he tugged, and his hand clamped my breast, squeezed and kneaded and made it feel so fucking good. My hips rose from the bed, desire drowning out the nerves.

Carl’s lips broke from mine but he didn’t pull away.

“That’s better,” he said. “That’s a good girl, nice and relaxed.”

If only he could feel the butterflies in my tummy. If only he knew how my body was tingling, my heart in my throat as my pussy clenched and loosened, my clit swollen and begging.

I could hear Rick’s mouth, suckling, his lips slurping and smacking around my nipple. He nipped me and it made me start, but I was already asking for more.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh God, yes.” I held his head to my breast, gripped his hair as his beard tickled my skin.

I squirmed between two hot bodies, my legs hooked over theirs, pussy completely exposed, and I
didn’t care. I was way past caring.

“Suck my tits,” I said. “Please suck my tits. Please…”

Carl’s mouth took me aback. Carl’s mouth was open wide when he clamped it to my tit. Carl’s mouth sent me fucking crazy alongside Rick’s.

Two men sucking my nipples, two men slurping and groaning while I held them tight to me.

Two men made it feel so amazing. Made
me
feel so amazing.

And then they slipped their fingers between my thighs.

I reached for their cocks and found them easily. Hard and throbbing and so fucking big.

A thumb at my clit and I didn’t know whose it was. I didn’t care.

Fingers slipped inside me, two at first, then three, only to pull away and be replaced by different fingers, different men, both inside me. They fingered me until I was wet enough that I could hear
myself, and then they pulled their fingers apart, hooked inside me and latched tight. I felt myself opening, exposed. I didn’t care. I fucking loved it.

Still they sucked, still I squirmed. Still I wanted.

Two men’s fingers linked inside me, pressed together as they pumped in and out of me. Two men stretching again, pulling my pussy lips wide, loosening me as I bucked against them.

The thumb on my clit sped up, pressed harder, and I was losing it, feet scrabbling on the bedcovers.

Rick pulled away from my breast, pressed his mouth to my ear. “Come for us,” he whispered.

A sudden hard pressure inside my pussy as they changed angle, and still those fingers were stretching me. The most beautiful ache. I felt like I was going to explode.

And then Rick was gone, shuffling down the bed until I felt his breath between my legs. His fingers moved faster, and so did Carl’s, and it was rough, and so fucking wet. He licked at me, and his tongue found my clit. Metal and soft tongue, his rhythm just perfect.

“Oh God,” I hissed. “Oh… oh…”

Carl moved from my nipple to my mouth, and he sucked my bottom lip as I groaned. He dipped
his tongue inside my open mouth and licked at mine.

“You’re perfect,” he said, then his teeth pulled at my lip and my back arched in response. Oh how I wanted those beautiful cocks.

More fingers inside and I took them, held my breath at the pressure until it felt surreal, felt like my pussy was a gaping Jack-in-the-box, ready to explode.

I gripped Carl’s dick and he grunted, and I wasn’t scared anymore. All I could think about was having him inside me. Having both of them inside me.

“Oh… fuck…
fu… fu… fuckkkkk…
” Noises tumbled from my mouth as Rick’s tongue lapped at my clit and brought me over the edge. I jerked and bucked my hips, and they ploughed me hard, fingers knuckle deep, a hot squelching mess as the orgasm ripped through me and lifted me shuddering from the bed.

Rick didn’t stop licking me until I was done, and I could hear my breath in little gasps. I raised my head to look at him, and he was moving towards Carl, his lips puffy and wet from me. He kissed Carl’s open mouth, and Carl groaned, his cock twitching in my hand, and then Carl licked at him, sucked at him, taking all the wetness of me from Rick’s lips.