Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Boss by Delilah Devlin

Author:Delilah Devlin [Devlin, Delilah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Romance, Short Story, Fiction
Published: 2015-09-23T04:00:00+00:00

Lunch had proved a very frustrating, but ultimately satisfying affair as both men had taken turns pleasuring my aching pussy.

When Trace had pulled out the dildo, I’d groaned loudly.

When one of them had taken a seat and lovingly treated me to a slow, thorough licking, I had moaned.

At last, they’d taken turns, both cloaked in condoms so that I didn’t have a clue who fucked me, but that had been part of the pleasure. The not knowing for sure.

This was now Friday, and Grayson and I had arrived in the early evening at Trace’s door. He’d buzzed us in with strict orders to hang our clothing on the coat rack beside the door.

We’d given each other grins and obeyed, eager to see what else our boss had planned.

Now, I was on my knees, my cheek against a thick floor mat, my arms wrapped in rope from wrists to nearly elbows, a spreader bar strapped to my ankles.

Trace had applied rubber-tipped clamps to the tips of my nipples and I was busy rubbing my breasts against the mat while my pussy was once again filled with a thick plastic phallus.

“That should keep her busy,” he drawled, then led Grayson out of sight. From the sounds the men made, they were enjoying themselves.

Grayson’s little sex sounds, ragged gasps and chest-deep grunts, indicated he was getting close to an orgasm. So unfair. I’d been the one to get him hard, going down on him and stroking him with my hands until he was hard enough to wear the harness and cockring Trace demanded.

I’d also sucked on Trace while he’d pulled my hair.

My pussy was soaked and throbbing, and they chose now to get acquainted?

I groaned and slumped against the mat, tears of self-pity beginning to pool in my eyes. Then hands reached beneath me and removed the clamps from my nipples. As searing pain had me hissing, the dildo was tugged out.

A moment later a hard smack landed on my buttocks. Not leather, not skin. It struck again. A fucking wooden paddle.

A dark scarf dropped in front of my face and unseen hands tightened around my head, cutting off my sight.

The smacks continued, lowering, centering over my pussy and the base of the dildo. Not hard. But they did get my attention. My belly began to quiver in anticipation.

The mat shifted on either side of me. I was hauled upward, to rest on my knees. The ropes around my arms loosened. Strong arms lifted me and carried me across the room. I was laid on a mattress, my legs straightened, and something attached to the spreader bar was pulling it upward. My wrists were wrapped with wide bands and my arms were stretched wide. I tugged against the new restraints, knowing how I must look limbs wide, my nipples red, my pussy soaked.

The mattress dipped to my side. “You okay?” came Grayson’s soft voice.

“Sure,” I said, hoping it would be true very, very soon. “You?” I whispered. “I wasn’t sure you’d go for any guy-on-guy.

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