The Secret Fantasy Society (2 page)

“You want pleasure then you’ve got to earn it. What a big bad boss I am, don’t you think?”

Damn it. He meant it.

I eased myself forward a tad, taking some of my weight in my thighs as I pushed my pussy opening toward his finger until it slipped inside. I thought he’d finger-fuck me, but he obviously intended for me to do everything. I rocked back and forth, enjoying the experience of his finger slipping deep inside me, and the stitching on the glove setting up a comfortable friction along my channel walls.

He kissed me as I thrust harder, trying to drive his finger deeper. I bit his bottom lip, feeling my lower belly pull with anticipation of what would happen soon. I put my arms around his shoulders, pulling his head down on my right tit as he playfully bit it.

“Another finger, please, another finger,” I said.

I looked down to see his long middle finger slide inside to join the other one. He pulled them apart as I rode them like a wide woman, hanging on to him, pulling at his hair when I got closer and closer to bliss. I almost yanked out a clump of it when I finally climaxed. I went still and then shook, trying to recover.

Duncan took out his fingers and let me fall back on the seat with my legs spread apart, my head down, trying to catch my breath. “Fuck me and now,” I said.

He did something I didn’t expect. He pressed the button allowing the privacy window to roll down. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror.

“Do you see this naughty woman? She wants to be fucked.”

“She looks like she’s in urgent need of it,” the chauffeur replied with smooth finesse. “Quite the body and I’d say you have your work cut out for you tonight.”

“How about you pull over and come back here and help me with her?”

The limo came to a stop. The driver got out, and the next thing I knew he was in the back with us. Was this going to be a threesome? Janice hadn’t told me that was part of her fantasy. Part of me felt nothing but anticipation, the other half pure nerves. That was until I got a better look at the driver. He was handsome.

“By the way this is Nigel,” said Duncan. “Nigel, did you know that Chloe has been embezzling from the company? She’s put your pension plan in jeopardy. You think she needs to be taught a lesson?”

“I certainly do.”

He threw off his hat, and for the first time I noticed his red hair. He took off his tie and stretched it taunt between both his hands. Now that I got a better look at him I realized he was drop dead gorgeous, and I now had more reasons to thank Janice.

“Turn around,” said Duncan.

I looked at him. They obviously had something planned for me.

Duncan made a gesture with his hands, almost like an order to turn around with my back toward him.

I spun around and kneeled as I felt the tie smack me across the buttocks before a hand hit my left ass cheek. Being spanked was a first for me. I never thought I’d like it, but I felt the sting revive me with hot juices building in my pussy after each slap.

“Hold onto those straps again.” The voice whispering close to my ear wasn’t Duncan’s but Nigel’s.
Again? Wait.
He wasn’t in the back of the car when I’d been ordered to hold them before, but the idea that he’d somehow been watching ignited a fresh quiver in my body. “Do it.” His murmur tickled my earlobe as I reached up and held onto the straps.

Although I couldn’t see what was going on behind my back, I sensed that he was kneeling directly behind me. Both of his hands moved up my belly until they rested on each of my boobs. He massaged them while licking the side of my neck, pulling on my tits until they grew hard and achy.

“I have to get you ready for the boss to fuck you. To make sure you’re nice and wet and ready for him. That’s the way he likes his women.”

I swallowed. Soon, I’d be getting what I’d wanted since the moment I’d gotten into the limo with Duncan.

Nigel’s hands moved down over my belly button. I noticed the freckles sitting across his knuckles as his right hand traveled over my pubic hair, his fingers getting buried deep within it. He played with my clit, strumming it like it was a guitar sting.

I pulled on the straps, turned my head and bit into my own shoulder.

“How’s she’s doing?” Duncan asked.

“She’s getting worked up. Her gorgeous clit is throbbing.”

He pressed harder, and I’ve never come that fast before, but my knees buckled beneath me. Only Nigel’s arms, which he’d put around me, kept me upright on the seat.

I shook as Nigel expertly moved around and sat in front of me in one fluid movement. Now my legs were straddled over his thighs, and he was looking up at me.

He traced his finger around my belly button. It tickled, and I flinched slightly. I glanced down to see my juices glistening on the top of my left thigh. He must have seen it too because he made a path through it with his finger before raking my pubic hair and finding my pussy entrance. He probed me and tickled my channel as I strained against the straps again.

I listened closely and could hear what sounded like a foil wrapper being torn open. Instinct told me that Duncan was taking out a condom. He’d be fucking me any minute, and I’d be ready.

Nigel took his finger from me and placed his hands on my hips as Duncan’s hands parted my ass cheeks, and then I experienced both pressure and pleasure as his cock pushed into my pussy.

Having not seen him naked, I didn’t know how big his dick was, but judging by the way he stretched and filled me, I guessed he was bigger than average.

“Be prepared to take your punishment,” Duncan whispered in my ear as he began thrusting inside me.

I pulled on the straps once more and groaned as Nigel worked my clit. My hips thrust back and then forward. I tried to guess which man would make me come first.

I flung my head back, feeling an orgasm rising in my clit. My knees buckled again as it happened, and I felt heat moving up into my thighs and belly. I glanced down to see Nigel unzipping his pants, pulling aside the slit in his boxers, and then lifting out his dick.

He was hard, the red hair around his cock, vibrant and thick. He rubbed his shaft back and forth. I was spellbound and not able to take my eyes off it as his dick grew harder and stood up closer to his belly by the second. He pulled out a condom and sheathed himself. Duncan slapped into me with more force driving his cock deep until I came not once but twice. I wanted time to enjoy the double thrill, to savor it, but he had other things in store for me.

He pulled my arms from the straps and lifted me downwards as Nigel lifted his dick toward me and pushed it inside my waiting pussy.

I fell forward on to him, putting my arms around his neck, letting him lick my throat and collar bone as he lifted his butt off the seat, spearing my channel with his cock.

Could things get any better?

I didn’t think so until Duncan ran his hands and mouth all over my back and ass. Caressing me, licking me, and driving me insane.

I kissed Nigel and bit his lower lip as he pulled on my nipples and plunged deep inside me. Duncan ran his finger around the rim of my anus, tickling it until the combination pushed me over the edge.

This time when I came I cried like I’d never done before. Whimpered almost. The pleasure invaded not only my pussy but my anus, thighs, breasts, and even my shoulders.

I was in a trance. I knew that’s what had happened to me as Duncan lifted me off of Nigel who shifted along the seat so I could be placed with my back flat upon it. Duncan sat beside me, pushing my perspiration drenched hair away from my eyes.

“See what happens to you when you’re bad.”

“Shit, you know how to punish a girl,” I admitted.

“And we’re not done with you yet,” Duncan said.

Nigel spread my legs so he could kneel in between them. I glanced down at him as he stroked me from my clit to my anus. My juices glistened on his finger as he moved them in the opposite direction.

“We’re going to take a break, but your punishment will continue while we’re gone,” said Duncan.

He tied Nigel’s necktie around my eyes and then took his own tie and bound my wrists together. I felt something cold invading my channel but wasn’t sure what was happening.

“You can sit up while we’re gone.”

Duncan helped me to a sitting position, and I rested my back on the seat of the limo. A cool breeze slapped my body, and I guessed they’d opened the door and left.

I rested my head back, wondering what they were up to and how long they’d leave me like this. I moved on the seat and felt whatever they’d placed inside my pussy was slippery and cold. My nose itched and as I brought my bound hands up to scratch it, I felt the object vibrate against my pussy walls. I wiggled on the seat as the sensation traveled through my butt.

It had to be a vibrator. I attempted to reach down between my legs to try and feel it but all I could reach was my pubic hair which was damp with my juices.

It stopped just as quickly as it had started. Had the batteries died?

I sat back again feeling it brush inside me and then it started up again, this time getting stronger, turning me on until I pushed by knees apart and ground my ass cheeks into the leather. I was on the brink of an orgasm when it stopped again.

Shit, maybe it was when my body was in a certain position. I held still but nothing happened. I moved on the seat, still nothing. Maybe they’d put dead batteries inside it on purpose.

Leaning back, I grew frustrated until it began humming again. Fuck, it was good, not as good as the two guys, but nice nevertheless. And it was getting me closer to a climax. I got up on my knees and almost fell over. I leaned over the back of the seat and squeezed my thighs together, thinking that would bring me relief, but then it stopped again.

“It’s not going to work for you.”

Duncan’s voice rang out through the limo. I knew he hadn’t returned, so he must have been talking on the speaker at the front of the vehicle. They were obviously able to see me, which confirmed Nigel’s earlier voyeurism.

“That’s your punishment. Getting close to a lovely orgasm and not quite getting there because only we can do that for you.”

A cool breeze hit my ass, and I knew the limo door had been opened.

“Stay in that position,” Nigel said. He reached between my legs and pulled out whatever was inside me. He smacked my ass, almost making me come because the sting felt so good.

“How’s she doing?” Duncan asked. I heard the limo door close.

“She’s a needy, needy girl.”

“Okay, just trust us now,” said Duncan.

Both men lifted me up. I was disorientated but sensed they’d placed my butt on the edge of the seat facing toward the back of the limo and not the front. My legs were parted and each ankle placed inside the straps. I felt their hands brush against my skin, and then they laid me back so I was in an inclined position.

The men explored every inch of me. I held my breath as two sets of hands pulled on my tits, flicked them, their tongues slid over my navel, and their fingertips explored my pussy. Both men caressed every inch of my legs.

They untied my hands, took them in theirs, and let me feel both of their balls and cocks. Their dicks pulsated and were hard and hot. I licked my lips. And then the next thing I knew I was being fucked by one man while the other one feasted on my tits.

“Fuck, it’s almost too much for me to stand,” I mumbled.

I turned my head from side to side, my pussy tightening, milking whoever’s cock it was that was pounding away inside me, until I arched up and felt dizzy. I fell back and whoever was sucking my tit did it so hard that it felt like a pinch. Heat swelled around my mound, and my legs shook.

And then I came.

In one swift movement they turned me over on my belly with my arms spread out on the floor and my hips balancing on the edge of the seat.

They rubbed their hands over my ass cheeks, exploring along its crack, and then one of them pushed his cock inside my pussy. I arched up to meet his first thrust.

I’d lost count of the number of orgasms I’d experienced in the last few hours. More than I’d had in the last five years probably. One of the guys spanked my ass when I reared up, and I felt the cock slip deeper inside me, sending me into an erotic frenzy. I lifted my butt, taking some of my weight on my hands and forearms.

I screamed and grunted, knowing I was heading for yet another climax very soon. This one came fast and hard, and I fell on my face on the floor as whoever had fucked me pulled out of my channel.

The tie was snatched from my eyes. I laid on the floor, exhausted, my heart beating double time, perspiration gathering in the spot between my breasts.

I turned over and looked at both men, sitting down, smiling at me.

Duncan offered me his hand and helped me up onto the seat between them.

They too were trying to get their breath back as sweat glistened over their entire bodies.

“Have I earned my way back into the boss’ favor tonight?” I asked.

Duncan pulled me on this lap. His cock brushing my ass and pussy opening, I put my arms around his neck while resting my feet and calves on Nigel. I attempted to outline his cock with my big toe, and he stroked my legs in response.

“You definitely have. You’re a great fuck. Maybe we can all do this again one day,” said Duncan.

“I would like that.” I leaned over and kissed his lips, hoping that was okay.

“Nigel is going to get dressed and drive you home. And while he does I’ll help you get cleaned up.”

My heart sank a little, but I knew all good things must come to an end.

I decided to put his tie around my neck, and as Nigel went back up to the driver’s seat, we began moving again. I wanted to make the most of my last moments with Duncan, so I kissed him and played with his cock and balls through the slit in his boxer shorts. The limo stopped, and I knew this was it.

“If you ever want to do this again, you can ask for Duncan and Nigel,” he said as he walked me to my front door. Nigel stood by the limo and waved to me. I blew him a kiss and waved back.

“I might just do that.”

“Oh, and you can keep the tie as a souvenir.”

I kissed him one more time.

I opened my front door, walked up the stairs, and watched from my bedroom window as the limo pulled out of my driveway and headed down the road. I took the tie and held it to my nose, smelling Duncan’s aftershave still clinging to it.

I’d once looked down my nose at re-gifting but after tonight I had a whole new attitude toward it. I sat on the bed and took off my shoes. Just in case I wasn’t the recipient of a re-gift next year, I’d treat myself to another session with The Secret Fantasy Society.