The Envelope Incident (2 page)

“I’m Nate,” he said. “Jake thought Alex and I could take extra special care of you.”

Alex walked over to us and stood to my left. He traced my spine from my hairline down to my ass with the fingers of his right hand. Alex had an olive complexion, dark hair and dark eyes, and though he was a couple of inches shorter than Nate, he was just as muscular.

“So perfect,” Alex murmured. “Just like Jake promised.”

I looked each man in the eye. They were serious.

“So what do we do now?” I whispered.

“Now we satiate your tigress,” Nate whispered back, and put his lips on mine. They were both soft and hard, and oh so perfect. I opened my mouth and let his tongue slide inside. I put one hand inside the opening of his robe, and he let go of me just long enough to shed it. His hands stroked my arms, and though my eyes were closed, I memorized the feel of his chest, his arms, followed the trail of hair down his chest, and brushed against his hot, velvety smooth cock.

I almost came on the spot.

Alex stood behind me, his teeth and tongue gliding and scraping along my neck. Shivers rippled over my skin. Nate fell to his knees before me and took my right nipple into his mouth. Alex held me up as I nearly crumpled with a moan.

I ran my hands through Nate’s hair as he sucked and nibbled on my tits.
Yes, tits
, I thought.
This is just too hot to think good and proper words. Tonight was about getting fucked.

My inner tigress growled with approval.

As he tugged on my left nipple with his teeth, his hand moved between my legs.

“God, you’re ready,” he said, almost in wonder. He rubbed his fingers over my clit, watched the syrupy wetness string from my pussy to his lips as he tasted his fingers. He pushed two fingers deep inside me. I was on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm when I felt Alex gently spread my ass cheeks apart. Kneeling behind me, he ever-so-gently licked that most-delicate spot.

My control shattered and I came, holding on to Nate to keep from falling over.

“Now,” Nate said. He stood and led me to the bed. He grabbed a condom off of the nightstand and rolled it down the length of his cock. He threw a second one to Alex, who did the same thing.

Nate lay down on the bed, his legs hanging over the end.

“Climb on top of me, Emma,” he said. Mesmerized, I straddled him, facing him, my hands on his chest, my pussy rubbing over the head of his cock. He held it in place. “Now,” he said, and I slid down the length of cock until my lips were pressed against his skin. He moaned as my muscles stroked and squeezed him.

“God, don’t move,” he said. “Just lean forward a little.”

I tilted toward him, let him cup my tits in his hands. He tugged at my nipples. “Does that feel good, Emma?” he asked as I moaned. “Do you want me to play harder?” His cock inside me pulsed and I moaned again. “Tell me, Emma. Tell me what you want.”

“Yes,” I said. “I love it when you’re rough with them.” He squeezed my breasts and pulled harder on my nipples. Electricity shot from my tits to my clit.

Behind me, Alex was pouring lube over his fingers. “Just relax,” he whispered, and gently rubbed my asshole with cool, wet strokes. My skin was on fire. I didn’t know if I was going to last long enough to get to the final deed. Nate’s cock pulsed inside me.

“Have you ever done this before?” Alex asked.

“Only myself, with a dildo,” I admitted.

“Tell me what you liked about it,” he told me, his fingers still feather-light, dancing around my still-tight sphincter.

I moaned.

“Tell me,” he said again. “Tell me why you want a cock in your ass.”

“God,” I said, “it feels so good to be…full. It feels so good to be stretched to the point of it hurting. It turns me on to think about it being a cock, holding me open like that.…” I sobbed with pleasure as he slipped a finger into my ass. He worked it in and out. The walls of my pussy pulsed around Nate’s cock, which pulsed in response.

“More,” I said to Alex. “I want more.” Doing my bidding, Alex slipped in another finger.

“I love the way you’re opening up for me,” he said, and slipped in a third finger.

“Please,” I begged, “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Tell us what you want, Emma,” Nate commanded from beneath me. “Tell us what you want us to do to you right now.”

“God, Alex, please,” I begged. “Please. I want your cock deep inside me. I want you moving in me. I want to ride Nate. I just want you both to fuck me. Now. Please!”

Alex stood between Nate’s knees and pushed his long, hard cock into my ass. I stifled a scream as he invaded my ass, pushed deep inside me. I felt so hot, so full…Alex moved in long, steady strokes, which slid me up and down the length of Nate’s cock. I was sure I would be torn to pieces.

Alex’s hands roamed my back as Nate and I kissed. The blood roared in my head. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. At any moment I was going to shatter—closer, closer, closer to the edge, until I finally let my body go, felt my ass and my pussy squeezing, gripping both cocks hard and fast as I thrashed with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Nate grabbed my hips and gave a hard thrust, and I felt his head spasm inside me. Then Alex gripped my hips hard and with three more quick strokes, shouted with his own orgasm.

I collapsed on top of Nate.

Alex collapsed on top of me.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was that of rapid breathing, slowly calming down.

“Ready?” Alex asked. I nodded. He slowly pulled himself out of my ass. I gasped at how empty I suddenly felt.

“Your turn,” Nate said, and I lifted my body off Nate’s cock.

I thought it would be awkward once we were finished. But it wasn’t awkward. I felt strong and fulfilled and thrilled.

Nate wrapped my robe around me as he kissed me. “You’re a treasure, Emma,” he said. He turned me towards the double French doors. “Evie’s waiting for you.”

Two evenings later, I received another text message, this time from Jake.

Tigress–Omni downtown. Rm 1605. 9 p.m.

I wondered which of the two remaining fantasies it would be this time. I also wondered what I would owe Jake and Derek for their expensive taste in hotels. I took the elevator to the sixteenth floor, more excited than nervous this time, ready for my prize on the other side of the door to room 1605.

I knocked. Evie answered the door.

“The others will be here soon,” Evie said. “I’ll help you get ready.”

Evie led the way to a luxurious bathroom complete with a sunken marble tub and shower with multiple shower heads. Without asking, she pulled the zipper down the back of my dress, trailing her fingers down my back.

“Too bad I’m not your fantasy tonight,” she murmured. The dress fell to the floor, and I unclasped my bra and pulled off my thong. Evie held up my attire for the night—a teddy with cutouts for the tits and an open crotch.

“Wow,” I said, as I stood in front of the mirror admiring the teddy. Hell, even I wanted to have sex with myself in that outfit.

I followed Evie to the giant four-poster bed. A black eye mask lay on a pillow, and sets of velvet cuffs were attached to the posts with long silky ropes. My heart pounded even faster.

“Why so many cuffs?” I asked Evie.

She smiled at me knowingly. “It depends on what they decide to do with you,” she said. “But I have specific instructions regarding your first fuck of the night. Lie on your back across the bed.”

Evie wrapped a cuff around each wrist and each ankle. I was spread-eagled across the width of the bed, my tits exposed, air swirling around my open crotch. Evie fitted the mask over my eyes, the elastic around my head. She ran a hand from my collarbone to my crotch. My nipples hardened and my pussy grew wet from her touch.

“I’ll be back to get you ready for round two,” she said, and quietly left the room.

A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. Heavy footsteps approached the bed. There was a rustle of fabric—maybe a robe coming off?—and then I jerked against my restraints when large hands groped my tits.

“Perfect,” a man said in a gruff voice. His hands were a worker’s hands, coarse and rough and strong. He kneaded my tits deliciously hard, making them ache with need. I felt a heavy thigh on each side of my chest and realized he was straddling my body. Something hard, hot and velvety brushed my lips. His cock.

“Lick,” he ordered in a rumbling bass. I licked and swirled my tongue over this cock I could not see. He rubbed his cock over the exposed parts of my face, my neck, my tits. He crawled down my body, his heavy meat searing my skin through the lace of the teddy as it rubbed over my chest, stomach and thighs. My legs were spread wide, and as my pussy grew wetter, I was increasingly aware of how exposed I was. I gasped when his rough, foreign fingers probed into my wet snatch.

Man Number One murmured his approval as he rubbed the head of his cock in my juices. He lifted my ass with his rough hands and thrust his cock into me in one hard stroke. I screamed from the invasion, the pure ecstasy of it. He moved in long, deliberate strokes, holding my hips up so that I could feel each deep thrust in my core. I could feel the orgasm coming, I wanted to squeeze him closer to me and control him, but the velvet cuffs held firm and all I could do was scream with the sensitivity following the orgasm as he continued to control the rhythm of our movements. I came again, and he pulled out.

I felt him climb up my body again, his thighs straddling my ribs, his knees in my armpits.

“Taste yourself,” he ordered, and I licked my own juices off of his cock. Sweet and salty. Warm and wet.

“Open your mouth,” he said, and he pushed part of his shaft and head into my mouth. I suckled and licked, and he moved his cock in and out of my mouth with a gentle but determined rhythm. His cock jerked out of my mouth, and streams of cum poured over my lips and down my neck. Man Number One climbed off me. I heard the rustle of fabric and the door opened and closed.

His cum was still warm on my neck when I heard Evie chuckling. I felt a warm, wet cloth pass over my neck and face and between my legs. Then Evie uncuffed me, and told me to lie on my stomach lengthwise on the bed. She recuffed me, one limb to each bedpost, and left the room.

Man Number Two entered the room, and I heard the familiar rustle of fabric. The room grew silent, and I felt nervous when I realized he was probably studying me from somewhere in the room. He must have been standing at the foot of the bed, because two large hands slipped under the back of my teddy and kneaded my ass.

“I have something special in mind for you,” he said in a smooth, silky baritone. He pulled his hands away and I heard sounds I couldn’t readily identify. Then I felt fingers prying the thin thong of the teddy away from my asshole. A cold, smooth and slippery object rubbed delicious circles over my puckered hole. My whole body coursed with excitement, my pussy wet, wondering what Man Number Two was going to do.

“Relax,” he whispered. “I want to see your asshole swallow this butt plug.”

I willed myself to open up to his toy, and was rewarded with the slurping sound of the smooth object being pulled into me. I sighed happily as my sphincter gripped the bottom around the base.

“Do you like it?” he asked me, and I moaned a yes.

He climbed off the bed, and then I heard him say from across the room, “Then you’ll really like this.”

The butt plug began to vibrate in my ass. I writhed against my cuffs as the pulsing moved through my body. My bare nipples ached and rubbed against the bedspread. I could tell that the crotch of my teddy was wet with pussy juice, and the vibrations pushed me closer and closer toward an orgasm. Suddenly, the vibrations stopped.

“No,” I begged, “please. More.”

“Not yet,” he said. “We’re not finished.” He stood quietly across the room, not moving, not making a sound. I lay on my stomach, my face turned to the side, feeling my pussy lips tingle and ache with need. I tried to grind against the bed but the restraints held me in place. I waited and waited, feeling the near-orgasm subside. I jolted when the butt plug suddenly came to life. I moaned and screamed and nearly came, but just as the orgasm was in my grasp, Man Number Two killed the power again.

“NO!” I shouted, forcefully. “Please!”

More time passed, and tears of desperation streamed down my face. I heard Man Number Two approach the bed. He lifted my pelvis into the air a bit and thrust himself deep into my pussy—just one, long thrust. He didn’t move, he didn’t grind. He just filled my pussy with his cock.

“Please,” I sobbed. “I need to come.”

He turned on the vibrations again, this time set to a steady pulse that moved along the length of the butt plug. He didn’t move, but I felt his cock pulsing, and he moaned as the vibrations grew stronger and stronger.

I couldn’t hold on anymore. I squeezed down hard on his cock and the butt plug in my ass and bucked like a colt as the orgasm ripped through me. Then he came just as forcefully. Leaving the butt plug vibrating gently, he pulled himself out, and walked out of the room as I writhed with the pulsation deep in my ass.

“Are you sure you’re ready for round three?” Evie asked me. I was breathing hard, but I nodded. She had pulled out the butt plug and was cleaning me with another warm, wet washcloth. She unfastened my cuffs and helped me off of the bed.

“Stand here for a moment,” she said, and the door opened and closed. I knew Evie was not alone, but I didn’t understand why I was standing by the bed.

“This guy has different ideas,” Evie said. The mask still covered my eyes, but I could still hear someone settling on the bed, and the now unmistakable sound of the cuffs being secured. Evie led me to the bed. “He’s all yours,” she said, and closed the door behind her.

I blindly reached out and felt the warm skin in front of me. I ran my fingers over the muscles in his chest, felt the pebbles of his nipples, the five o’clock shadow on his face. His cock was long and thick, velvety smooth, and pre-cum trickled from the tip.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked Man Number Three.

“Use me,” he said. “Fuck me.”