ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories) (21 page)

The house was spectacular. While outside appearances offered little to the imagination, the interior seemed to be ripped right out of a magazine. From the polished honey-coloured floorboards to the oversized bedrooms and bathrooms, the house was opulent.

Standing on the upper balcony overseeing a team of landscapers working furiously to build a broad deck around the pool-alfresco area, Trent surveyed the scene. He then pointed to the garden and pool to indicate where he wanted towels and pillow stations.

“Towels and pillow stations?” Celia asked.

“Yes, I need at least two in the bedrooms, three outside and another three each in the living, master bedroom and open plan kitchen.”

“Why? What are you doing here? Who are you inviting?”

Leading her back in to the house Trent pointed with disinterest at the various rooms they passed before heading down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Do you see anything interesting about these rooms?” he asked.

“Well, they’re gigantic, but no - not really,”

Trent got to the freezer and cracked a tray of ice cubes onto a towel.

“Really?” he said, concentrating on scooping the ice into a bowl. With the final cube in the bowl, Trent pressed his palms down onto the towel.

“This house was built by me for a purpose. Everything is super-sized and durable to put up with the amount of people that come through here for my special parties,” he said quietly.

“And…?”Celia still wasn’t getting it.

Trent sighed, “They’re orgies Celia, I run regular orgies and swing parties here and in a few other locations for some of the country’s most private, powerful, beautiful and distinguished people.”

Trent left the kitchen bench and pointed to the living space not a few feet from them, “You know why there are so many ottomans there? They are the best for people to straddle, fuck on and receive a good blowjob. The bedrooms are so large because I like two king-sized beds to be pressed together for invitation-only fucks,” Trent held out his hand, Celia took it and let him lead her to the sunken cinema room.

Sliding behind her, Trent placed his broad hands on either side of her waist and spoke gently into her ear.

“This, Celia, is where I have wall-to-wall cushions, pillows, blankets and throws. A few good pornos run in the background, but this,” his right hand glided up her ribs to cup her right breast, “this,” his thumb gently circled her erect nipple, “is where beautiful bodies thrust and lick and cum. Do you see those padded benches underneath the cinema screen?”

Celia nodded, her breath and voice uncontrollable with Trent’s hands stroking her breast.

“That’s where people like to watch,” his left hand skimmed her hip and slid down to her crotch, his thick fingers pressing and rubbing the denim seam that laid against her moistened lips.

“On top of being a professional, I find you incredibly sexy and I can tell you enjoy playing with bad things. I think I can trust you with this event. Can I trust you with this?” Trent pressed his stiffening crotch up against Celia’s lower back.

Again, Celia nodded, her body a messy knot of feelings and urges.

“Celia, I would very much like to take off your panties and taste you, would you like that?”

Melting into his body Celia spun and locked her mouth onto his. He cupped her face and gently stepped back, taking her hands and leading her back in to the kitchen.

Standing her back to the kitchen island so she could see out of the panoramic windows, Trent deftly unbuttoned her shirt as he kissed and licked her collarbones. Wriggling out of the shirt, Celia reached back and unclipped her lacy black bra, sending her large D-cup breasts puckering against Trent’s leathers. Bowing his head, Trent’s lips found her dark nipples and alternated kissing and sucking.

Celia grappled with her jeans and kicked off her shoes, sending the dark denim scrunching to her feet.

“What do we have here,” Trent stroked his fingers along the length of the pussy-dampened fabric and slipped the thong down over Celia’s hips. Trent gently boosted Celia up onto the cold surface of the kitchen island and licked and sucked at her nipples again, gently easing her to lie onto the counter. Trent’s kisses played down the length of Celia’s stomach and navel, coming to a rest just before her manicured triangle.

Sliding both hands on the insides of her knees, Trent gently pressed her legs apart and nuzzled his mouth over her throbbing clit.

Celia could feel her pussy was slick with wanting, his strong tongue swirling endlessly around her bead and toying with her pussy. Clutching her breasts, she arched her back and thrust her hips up into his mouth, feeling the tip of his tongue penetrate her throbbing opening.

“I don’t think I can last much longer,” Trent gasped as he stood up.

“The couch?”

Celia peeled herself off the cool slab and fumbled with Trent’s leathers, her hot centre was soaked with need and the thought of having this guy ride her into oblivion was too intoxicating to let go.

Taking her hands away from the zipper, Trent unzipped himself just past his crotch, letting his thick erection spring free.

“Wow…incredible,” Celia wrapped her hand around the shaft and gave a firm stroke. The head of his cock emerged glistening and red.

Lying on the couch, Celia opened her thighs and let her fingers stroke her clit, “I’m ready,”

Kneeling on the cushions, Trent moved her hand away and slipped two of his fingers into her pussy, sending Celia moaning and writhing as his fingers pressed her g-spot while his thumb played with her ever hardening clit.

Celia reached for his hand, pulled him from her hot grip and sunk his wet pussy-covered fingers into her mouth.

Grinning, Trent angled his cock and pressed the tip of his length into her pussy. The lip of his head found a wet, warm resistance that made his balls lift and clench.

Easing back out he pressed again, this time her pussy opened to let just another hard inch of him enter. Repeatedly his pulled and fed his throbbing length into her aching pussy while Celia moaned and massaged her spilling breasts with every thrust.

Finally working his cock to the hilt, Trent started thrusting his maddening sex deeper and deeper, her wetness enveloped his cock.

Taking her hands he pressed them down in the couch above her head and continued to plunge into her, the force of his thrusts sending her breasts swaying erotically.

Suddenly, Celia’s pussy tightened, sending Trent almost to the brink, “People are watching,” she murmured.

“Do you want to stop?” Trent brought his face down close to hers, so he could see who she was looking it. There were a team of foreign gardeners, possibly students working for extra cash, peeking over one of the bushes. Trent could see the wild excitement in Celia’s eyes.

“No, it’s turning me on,” she bit her lip.

“An exhibitionist,” he smiled, “let me take you from behind then,”

Sliding his rigid length from her tight wetness, he pulled her up to standing and turned her around.

Bending at the hips, Celia reached through her legs and clasped her hand around Trent’s cock and guided him in to her.

Peeking through the curtain of hair that fell across her face, Celia could see the gardeners move around to take a better view.

Trent pumped his cock inch-by-inch back into Celia’s pussy; her lips had tightened again during the brief interlude.

Feeling his thickness slide inside of her Celia let out a loud animal moan, her pussy flooded with juice and she leaned back into his thrusts, the power sending her heavy pendant swaying against her huge breasts.

Bolder than before, the gardeners had taken new positions, with two digging their hands into their pants shamelessly, rubbing feverishly at their cocks.

Trent’s fingers bit into Celia’s hips and he let out a throaty growl. Letting one hand slip over her hip, he opened her engorged lips and rubbed her clit, pussy juice sliding down her thighs with each thrust.

In a burst, Celia tilted her pelvis and screamed as her hot sex wrapped and squeezed wave after wave of pleasure. Feeling her tighten and hearing her come, Trent thrust his hips again in to her and felt his hot seed rebound and splash back at his balls.

One of the two gardeners stiffened and moaned. The other, not finished, looked forlornly at the window.

“Quick,” Celia gasped, “bring him in - I think I have a third one coming,”

Impressed, Trent eased his hot member out of her and tucking his still erect and wet cock into his leathers and scooted to the balcony door.

“Hey you, wait, wait!” the gardener had not noticed that Trent had headed to the door and was trying to extract his hand and run away at the same time, but instead ended up sprawled on the ground.

Trent cleared the distance and laid a hand on the guy’s shoulder, “It’s alright man, the lady wants to know if you want a go.”

Dumbstruck, the guy, no older than 18 or 19, desperately glanced around for his comrades. He had dark hair and although he wasn’t tall, he had a muscular build from the labor he was so used to.

“You know, a fuck; she saw you watching and she wants another go. We won’t hurt you, or tell your boss. You are helping us, yeah?”

The gardener slowly stood up, his hand still in his pants, and let Trent lead him back into the house.

Celia had by then slid her shirt back on and done up just a single button. She stood at the kitchen counter and had taken an ice cube from Trent’s earlier bowl and was running it over her lips. The gardener pulled his hand out of his pants and let his erection tent painfully.

Celia smiled, “I saw your friend finish, but I felt sorry you hadn’t. Let me make it better for you - come here,” she held out her hand.

The gardener walked cautiously over to her and took her hand, in the other she was running the ice cube down over her neck into the cleft of her breasts.

“What’s your name?”

There was a hesitation, “Sam.”

“Sam, have you been with a woman before?”

Another pause. He nodded.

“Many women?”

Another pause, he shook his head ‘no.’

“Hmm, do you know much English?”

This time, the longest pause, “I understand.”

“Right, I am going to tell you what I want, or what I am going to do and you just do as I say, ok?”

He nodded slowly.

“If it’s alright with you,” Trent started, “I’d like to watch?”

Celia beamed, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. You might have to finish me off if this boy is as excited as his pants say he is.”

Trent signalled for them to go to the master bedroom just behind the kitchen. Covered in crisp white linen was a huge king-sized bed, and to compliment the usual flavor for entertainment, there were floor to ceiling mirrors on two of the four walls.

“Sit on the bed, Sam,”

Nervously, Sam sat on the edge of the huge bed and fixed his eyes on Celia, hypnotised.

“Did you like watching me get fucked, Sam?” he nodded quickly.

Dropping to her knees, she cupped her ample breasts in her hands and squeezed the nipples with her thumbs, “Do you want to touch these?”

Without letting him answer, Celia took one of his hands and pressed it into the centre of her breast. Sam gasped and his cock jerked through his fabric.

“I think,” Celia took her free hand and rubbed firmly on his tented pants “I need to see what you’re hiding.”

Unbuttoning his khakis, she pulled the zipper and tugged the pants down, freeing the boy’s urgent erection.

With the head of his cock slipping through the opening in his boxers, Celia felt her insides writhe with desire.

“My, we are a big boy,” she smiled and wrapped her hand around the top of his shaft, slowly pumping down and up.

Sam gasped and let his head fall back, the veins on his penis engorging with blood.

“I think I need to give this one a nice, long suck,” parting her lips, Celia dropped her head down onto the tip of his head and slid him into her mouth.

Giving a moan, the boy fell back onto the bed, letting Celia swallow his cock to the hilt. Pumping her head slowly up and down, she could feel the boy tense and hold to what would be a powerful orgasm.

“Are you a good boy?” Celia asked as she pulled away, Sam’s cock twitched appreciatively, “I think you are a good boy,” Celia pulled her face away from his glistening rock hard cock.

“Will you be a good boy and go inside me?”

Sam nodded and scrambled backwards on the bed trying to kick off his khakis.

“Will you let me ride you?”

“Yes, yes, yes, come,” Sam waved his hands, beckoning her to hurry up.

Smiling wickedly, Celia climbed on to the bed and straddled the strong boy, turned on by as much of him that was hard as she was soft.

Grasping his cock, she lined up her pussy and slowly fed him inch by agonising inch into her wet throbbing slit. She was not as tight as she was before and was able to slide herself down Sam’s length to his balls in one smooth movement.