Revealing the Diane Collier Erotic Romance Collection (3 page)

“Oh no you don’t, Miss Payne.”
My frustration and disappointment must have shown on my face.
“We need to be patient my dear.”
He moved my hand to my knee and held both hands there.
He lowered his gaze towards my heaving breasts.
He seemed mesmerized as he spoke, “Ah, lovely.
I want to see them and taste them.
I want to nibble those lovely nipples I can see through your bra.”
He turned his head to address Bruce and the anticipation of him caressing my bare breasts caused my nipples to tingle.
“Is that okay with you Bruce?” he asked.

“Yes.”
Bruce’s tone was terse.

Clark whispered in my ear, “Miss Payne, shall we ask your husband to join us?
I think we should.
It would be so much better for him if his view wasn’t restricted.
You would also have the added bonus of seeing his excitement.
What do you think?”
Without waiting for my response he spoke to Bruce.
I was past caring or thinking.
The only thing on my mind was coming.
My pussy still throbbed with need.

Clark kissed my neck and nuzzled against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I found myself leaning into him, still feeling his stiff cock against my thigh and enjoying it.
“You smell delectable, Miss Payne.”
I knew he was talking about the aroma of my arousal because I never wore perfume.
Bruce was allergic.

I was so wet, my thighs were liberally coated.
I could feel the drag of his fingers over my thighs and wanted the relief so badly I was considering begging him.
I heard the door open behind me and turned my head to see Bruce step inside.

“There you are.
I was starting to think you’d changed your mind,” Clark said to Bruce.
“Come over here.”

Bruce was dressed in crisp white shirt and his uniform pants and looked sexy.
He smiled at me and winked as he approached.
He didn’t look directly at Mr. Clark or his cock, rather paying all his attention to me.

“Lovely huh?” Clark sounded a little smug, wielding his power.

Bruce’s face was flushed.
I tried to imagine how he felt, seeing his wife sitting almost naked on another man’s lap.
Seeing the other man touching his wife.
I glanced towards Bruce’s crotch and his erection was obvious.
I heard him swallow before he replied.

“She is lovely.
She’s beautiful.”
As his eyes roved over my body, he could plainly see my arousal.
My nipples were tightly puckered, protruding against the soft lace of my bra.
My pussy lips were swollen and red, visible where my panties were still pulled aside.
I imagine the expression on my face was a mixture of distress and lust.

Clark spoke again and the tight control in his voice was evident.
“Look how excited she is, Payne.”
He looked down and moved his fingers to my swollen wet pussy.
“Just look at this.”
His fingers danced over my lips, quickly coated in the clear viscous fluid now flowing from me.

I shuddered as his fingers brushed over my clitoris.
I found myself moaning and Clark looked Bruce in the eye.
“Can you see it?” he asked my husband.

I heard Bruce murmur in response and then he asked permission to touch me.
“May I?”
Clark must have nodded his assent because then I felt him open me up with one hand so that Bruce’s long thick fingers could enter me.
I was so slick and wet that he slid into me easily, exploring my pussy.
I could hear the wet slopping noise of my husband finger fucking me and it aroused me even further.

I arched my back, pushing my lower half forward and my ass against Mr. Clark’s other hand.
Bruce’s fingers were moving inside me faster than before.
I was groaning loudly by then, beyond caring about anything.
“Oh god, Bruce, that’s good.
Don’t stop baby.”
The pleasure was surging through me.

Suddenly Clark gripped Bruce’s wrist and pulled him away.
Again I was left hanging on the verge of an orgasm, empty and frustrated.
“Fuck!” I yelled without thinking.

Clark clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
“Now, now Miss Payne.
Ladies don’t use that kind of language.”

“I’m so close!” I almost wailed.
“Please.
Please
, just take me.” I didn’t care who or how.
I needed something big and hard inside me and I needed to come.
I heard him laugh quietly beside me.
He’d made me beg and I didn’t give a damn!

Clark patted me on the backside, making me get to my feet.
He reached for my panties and pulled them down, leaving me only wearing my lacy bra.
He pulled me around to face him and I found myself straddling his lap.
His cock was thick and hard, the smooth head was almost purple, glistening with a drop of pre-come.
He held me by the hips and pulled me closer until I was poised right over his rigid shaft.
His cock nudged at my pussy, hot against my wetness.

“Ah, Miss Payne, you really are lovely.”
Again his fingers opened my slit, making a nest for his cock.
My whole universe centered on the sensation and anticipation of being filled by his cock.
He tilted his hips slightly, easing into me ever so slowly.
I tried to push down, to force him into me, but his hands on my hips prevented me from deeper penetration.

“Just… fuck… me… now.” I commanded him through clenched teeth.

Clark turned to Bruce who was standing right next to us.
“She really has a way with words, doesn’t she?”
Bruce grinned at him and nodded.
“Be a good chap and unclip the bra.”
My husband obeyed instantly.
He loved my breasts almost as much as he loved my pussy and wanted to see them as much as Clark did.
He released the clasp and slid the bra over my shoulders and down my arms.
My freed breasts were in Clark’s face and he looked from one to the other lasciviously.

“Cup them in your hands and offer them to me.”
I reached up to my breasts but Clark stopped me with, “No.
Not you.
Your husband.”
I glanced at Bruce and saw the compliance on his face.
He reached under my arms and cupped my breasts, lifting them to Clark’s mouth.
Clark leaned closer, still without entering me fully, and drew my nipples into his mouth, first one and then the other.
He sucked at each one furiously.
Instead of hurting, the pain sent a bolt of pleasure straight into my aching pussy.
I was holding onto his shoulders, pulling him closer.
He finally released my hips allowing me to slide onto his engorged cock.
It felt so good, stretching me and filling me as I slid further down.
Finally I was sitting on his lap and it felt like my very core was being penetrated by that long cock.
His hands had moved around to my ass, pulling me close and his mouth was still on my breasts.

Without any preamble I was wracked by an orgasm so intense that I lost control.
I heard myself yelling as I bucked and rode him, grinding my throbbing, turgid clit against his bush of pubic hair.
My whole body shuddered and shook and for a moment it felt like the room was tilting.
Bruce’s hands were still on my breasts, squeezing and kneading them while Clark sucked hard on my nipples.
Wave after wave of orgasm flowed over and through me until finally I was left feeling limp and whimpering slightly.

Clark sat back, looking over my limp body with a critical eye.
“She certainly glows after an orgasm, doesn’t she Payne?”
He grinned broadly.
“Help her up and then bend her forward over my desk.”
Again, my husband did as he was bid and I soon found myself lying on the cold leather inlay of Clark’s desk.
“Exquisite ass,” Clark commented.
“Open her legs a bit wider.”

After directing Bruce to sit in the chair I’d started the evening in, Clark stepped up behind me.
He’d discarded his white Polo shirt and was now as naked as I was.
I stretched my arms in front of me, gripping the other side of the desk to brace myself and felt his hands running over my backside, floating over my stocking tops, playing with the straps of my suspenders.
He bent down to place a kiss on my buttock and I felt his tongue flicker against my flesh.

I could tell that he was savoring the moment, filling his mind with the image of me stretched across his desk.
He was enjoying my surrender and Bruce’s submission.
As he straightened behind me again, his cock nudged at my entrance again.
I let out a small yelp of surprise as he plunged straight into me without any warning.
I was dripping wet and more than ready for the intrusion.
I looked directly at my husband this time.

As Clark pulled slowly out of me, and then slid slowly into me, he spoke to me.
“Tell him what you want him to do, Miss Payne.”

With each inward thrust I groaned in pleasure.
Bruce was watching both of us avidly.
His cock was jutting up against his trousers and I told him to undo his pants.
“Take your cock out,” I ordered him.
He was almost squirming in his seat by then.
He didn’t need any more encouragement than that.
He undid his zipper and quickly released his cock.
“Touch yourself,” I instructed.
The look of relief on his face was evident as he started stroking his cock.

“Enjoying it, Miss Payne?” Clark asked me casually, almost as if he was discussing the weather.

“Yes!” I gasped.
This was the most erotic thing I’d ever done.
Bruce and I had spoken about a threesome before, but nothing had come of it.
We’d decided that leaving it as a fantasy was probably the best choice for us.
Now we were slap in the middle of one and both loving every moment.
“Your…cock’s…so…big…going…so…deep.”
The pleasure was building with every stroke of his cock head over my g-spot.

“Where do you want me to come, Miss Payne?”

I looked at Bruce for guidance.
He was stroking his own stiff cock rapidly.
His hand was pumping up and down and the pre-come was flowing.
“Let him come on your back babe.
I want to see it.”

“On my ass and my back,” I answered.
“And …I …want… Bruce… to… come… on… me.. too.

Bruce got to his feet and walked closer, his cock bobbing up and down as he walked.
The feeling of Clark’s cock twitching and throbbing inside me was bringing me close to coming again.
“Faster,” I demanded.
“Harder.”
I wanted him to fuck me thoroughly.
As he complied, thrusting deep and hard into me, I felt my pussy contract in another orgasm and cried out again.
His aggressive strokes didn’t stop immediately as I pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“Miss Payne,” Clark said, sounding breathless.
“Ask and you shall receive.”
With that, he pulled out of me.
Bruce had moved to stand beside him and I heard the sound of flesh on flesh as they both jerked off behind me.
Moments later I felt the thick hot ropes of come spurting onto me, covering my ass, thighs and lower back.
I wasn’t able to move, still feeling weak and depleted after coming.
Both men grunted with the effort of squirting their seed onto me and I smiled to myself.

When I came to my senses I was alone in the office.
Clark had left, presumably to go home and shower and Bruce had gone back to his own office.
The come had cooled off, growing thicker and stickier.
Standing up I glanced around.
Someone had draped my clothes over the chair but the office smelled of sex and debauchery.
I felt deliciously dirty and sexy.
I slowly dressed, trying to ignore the congealed semen on my backside.
It occurred to me that I still didn’t know if I had the promotion or not and for a moment I panicked.

Did it matter?
I’d gotten so much more in that office.
I just knew that Bruce and I had discovered something about ourselves.
Something that would open up a whole new wor
ld for us to explore together.

***

It was five years since she’d been back home.
Five long years of avoiding them all and making excuses to her best friend.
Sandra hadn’t given up trying to reach her during that time though, constantly calling with invitations to various family functions, imploring her to come home for a visit.
Debbie had declined every single one of them, even after she’d run out of excuses.