Three Men For Me: 3 - Story Rough Raw MMMF Menage Bundle / Box Set Collection (5 page)

Adrian laughs a genuine, full belly laugh, his white teeth flashing and his head thrown back in glee. The way that’s he’s laughing is funny and it makes me want to laugh too, except that I don’t feel that I’m in on the joke.

“What?”

“Ha ha. Ha ha!” He laughs some more, reaching out to put a hand on my shoulder, and as much I shouldn’t, I find myself liking it.

“
What
?” I say again, more to prolong his touch than anything else, since I truly have no idea what’s going on. I shake my head with laughter so that my reddish brown curls touch his hand. He touches them, yanking them playfully, and then straightens up with a hand over his mouth and says:

“Mr. Deschamps is
not
a waiter. He’s the mother fuckin’
owner
of this place. And of like, a quarter of the restaurants in New York City.”

“What? The owner? Well why he was he—”

“Waiting on you?” asks Adrian, and suddenly he is all seriousness. The playful laughter is gone. “I have no idea, yo. I really thought it was some kind of Valentine’s Day joke and that you were in on it. Like I thought you guys went way back.”

“Really? No. My fiancé and I just came here for dinner for Valentine’s Day…”

“Well, all’s I know is Mr. Deschamps came back here and said that a special customer is in for a treat, and that we’d best play along.”

“
We’d?
”

“Me and James,” Adrian says, nodding to the chef who is still cooking food. James shrugs, shyly, but doesn’t look up for more than a second before returning his gaze to the stove top.

“So this Mr…. Deschamps… never waits tables?”

“Not that I’ve ever known,” Adrian says. “But maybe he’s trying out some experiment to see how the customers like the food or the service or something. He definitely don’t be needin’ the cash. He’s super rich. He’s a baller for real, yo.”

My eyes must be bulging, so he continues, nearly winking at me in that seductive way that he has.

“I mean, he’s one of New York’s richest residents. Could have his own show on MTV if he wanted to, I’m sure of it. Like that old ‘Cribs’ show, but mixed with one of the newer cooking shows. ‘Billionaire’s Kitchen,’ or something. He’s just off the hook rich…”

His mouth hangs open mid-sentence, but he stops himself from saying any more. Intrigued, I want to ask questions— how did he get so rich? What other restaurants does he own? Why has he invited me back here?— but suddenly I feel an arm around my waist.

I turn around, thinking that it’s Mark, but it’s Gustav.

“So it is
bonjour
once again,” he says, and kisses my neck. It feels like all the heat from the oven has gathered in the spot where his lips touch my skin. And then it feels like the heat travels down to my shoulders, my arms and my breasts, until it teases my nipples with a flare of fire. Finally I feel it in my panties, burning me up with desire.

But my head steps in to try to override my hormones.

“Gustav. I’m engaged—”

Suddenly, he pushes my head down and pulls my hair, so that my cheek is pressed flat against the cold metal counter. I’m bent over against the counter and my ass is sticking up against his crotch. I can feel his penis, hard and half-erect, underneath his tuxedo pants. Mark was my first and has been my only lover, so I lack a good ability to compare, but it feels quite large. I know I should be upset at this near- stranger who is being so rough with me, but mostly I just feel weak against both his power over me and my desire for him.

He pulls up the skirt of the Valentine’s Day dress I’m wearing so that my bare ass is exposed to him.

“I don’t know why you’re talking about your fiancé when you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off
me
since you first saw me,” he says, as he takes one of my naked butt cheeks in his hand and squeezes it, hard.

I look up and see that Adrian is peering over at my ass with a smirk on his face. I catch his eye and he shrugs at me in mock innocence, as if he’s just along for the ride.

“You were looking at me, weren’t you?” asks Gustav, and I don’t know how to answer.
Where does Mark think I am? How long will it be before he starts to feel suspicious?

And then, I feel a strong sting on my ass at the same time as I hear a slap. It hurts so bad that I think I might fall down.

“Ouch!”

“You were lusting after a man other than your fiancé, and all you have to say for yourself is ‘ouch?’” scolds Gustav, and then he hits me again.

Ouch
. I say it to myself this time, and not out loud, lest I be hit again. But as the stinging radiates over the surface of my ass cheek, the burning of desire returns to my chest and my lower regions. I want him to keep touching me, spanking me, doing anything he wants to me.

“What is this?” asks Gustav, as his hand skillfully slides under my panties and he inserts a finger into my wet, dripping pussy.

“You
like
what I’m doing to you. You naughty girl.” He starts massaging my clit with one finger while pushing his other finger in and out of my hole, and I’m already close to orgasming, because I’ve never felt anything like this before.

He squeezes my ass with his other hand and says, “Your poor little fiancé is out there trying to have a Valentine’s Day date, and all you want to do is come back here and fuck the waiter.”

I look up at Adrian and he winks at me, as if to say
don’t tell him I told you his true identity.
I nod at him, in conspiracy, and Gustav must notice.

“Oh, you like the chef, do you? You like black guys?”

I just look at Adrian, not saying anything, and I feel another quick
whap
on my ass.

“Ouch!”

I can’t help but cry out again, because it hurts.

“I want you to tell me the truth. Answer my questions when I ask you something. Tell me you want both me and Adrian.”

He appears to want me to say yes, so I do. Plus, it’s not that much of a stretch from the truth.

“Yes. I want both of you.”

“What do you want us to do?” He’s rubbing my clit again, and it feels like heaven.

“Whatever you want.”I feel my clit throbbing beneath his finger as I answer.

“Adrian, come over here,” he says, and then he add, “James, you too. And move that food out of the way.”

As I’m standing there with my ass up in the air, the two chefs come around to the same side of the counter that Gustav is on, after James moves the dishes to the end of it. Adrian says, “Girl, that’s a sweet ass. I love me girl with some curves and Baby, you’ve got
ass
.”

“Thanks,” I say, while blushing, and then I feel another swift
whap
on my ass.

“Such a dirty girl,” says Gustav, pausing from playing with my pussy so that he can pull my hair. “You enjoy the attention of multiple men while leaving your fiancé out of it. Your fiancé is out there chugging another bottle of wine, trying to find the courage to fuck you the way you want to be fucked, but you don’t even want to give him a chance, because you’re back here with men who know how to get the job done. Boys, at this point she’s just begging for it. Why don’t you stare closely at this naughty, dirty girl?”

He pulls aside the thong I had worn for Mark, revealing my naked pussy. He spreads the lips open and rubs a finger in my pussy hole.

“Check out how wet she is for us,” he says.

“Hell yeah,” says Adrian, and I hear one of them whistle.

Do they really think I’m that sexy, or are they just going along with what Gustav wants?
I wonder. As if answering my unspoken question, James says, “You are one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen. I
love
a girl with curves. I want to look at you all night.”

“Damn straight,” Adrian agrees. “Can we get up in there or what, Boss?”

“Not so fast,” says Gustav. “I’m running this show, and I’ll let all three of you know what you can and can’t do.”

He places a blindfold around my eyes and tells one of the men— I don’t know which because he doesn’t use any names— “Go over there to that side and use this.”

And then someone uses some sort of rope and ties my wrist to the heavy cutting block in the center of the table. I’m now bent over with my exposed pussy and ass up in the air for two of the three men to see. I feel a mixture of both humiliation and excitement. I can’t believe I’m doing this, and I would almost think that it was a dream, except I smell very potent kitchen smells— unpleasant ones like grease and food mixed with pleasurable ones like the smell of food cooking— and I know that you can’t smell things in dreams.

As the man across the table from me pulls the top of my dress down so that my breasts stick out in my bra, I begin to realize how powerless I am in this situation.

“Wait a minute—” I protest, thinking about Mark sitting at our table, wondering where I am.
How long would it take me to sample a couple dishes? He must be getting suspicious—

WHAP.

I don’t have time to finish the thought because my ass is whipped hard and fast. I’m not even sure who did it, since Gustav stepped away to get the rope and both he and Adrian are behind me, although I’m not sure exactly where each one of them is in comparison to me.

“No talking,” says Gustav. “Except to guess whose dick is going inside of you.”

I feel a hard, erect penis start to enter my pussy, at the same time that James rips my bra down and starts grabbing my tits. I try to hold in my gasp as James massages my nipples while the dick thrusts in and out of me faster and stronger than Mark’s ever has.

“Well, whose is it?” says Gustav, and hits my ass again.

Owww
.

“Adrian’s,” I say, deciding to guess him since the dick feels huge and Adrian is black. Although I’ve never been with any guys other than Mark, I’ve heard that black guys have the biggest dicks.

“Wrong,” says Gustav, and smacks my ass yet again. I’m beginning to realize that they’ll leave marks, and that Mark is sure to notice.
How am I going to explain this?

“You’re such a little whore that you don’t even know whose dick is inside you, and you don’t even care, because you’re just riding it like the little slut you are.”

I realize that he’s right, as I’m pushing my hips back to grind up and wiggle around on his dick. It just feels so good, in a way that sex with Mark has never felt.

“Give her another dick and let her true slut nature come out even more,” says Gustav, and James climbs up on the table and begins rubbing his penis on my mouth. It’s almost as big as Gustav’s, and I’m afraid it won’t all fit in my mouth. Mark and I don’t exactly have a lot of oral sex…

But James shoves his large penis into my mouth so that it fills it up back to my throat.

I’m afraid I can’t breathe, so I try to move my head back, while grunting my protests, but Gustav pushes my head forward and makes me swallow James’ cock even more.

“There you go,” Gustav says, as he plunges his own cock into my pussy, even harder and deeper than before. “I knew you could take his whole cock, just like you take mine. You’re a strong, curvy woman and I like you that way.”

The motion of his penis rubbing the inside of my pussy while also grinding the outside of it feels so good that I can’t help myself.

“Oh my god,” I moan, with James’ cock deep in my mouth, dangerously close to coming, but, feeling embarrassed, I try to stop myself.

“Come!” Gustav commands, thrusting his dick so deep inside me while also squeezing my ass really hard. I suddenly realize that he himself is coming, and all I can think about at first is that he isn’t wearing a condom. But soon I am incapable of thought because James is squeezing and rubbing my nipples with his fingers and sweetly whispering “Come, you sexy thing, just let yourself come right here on the table…”

It’s such a contrasts to Gustav’s roughness and commands that I somehow feel very liberated. I can’t believe that one guy is rubbing my nipples and talking to me so gently while I suck on his cock while another guy is pounding my pussy while slapping my ass and shouting at me. It seems to be the perfect combination of gentle and rough and I can’t help but come along with Gustav, releasing such pent-up energy that it surprises me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I cry, gripping the block that I’m tied to as Gustav holds tight to my waist and James rubs his balls all over my mouth.

It seems perfect, until I feel Gustav come out of me and something even bigger and harder pressing up against my pussy. As it starts to enter me, I realize that it’s Adrian’s cock— and that it’s by far bigger than any cock I thought could exist.

“Please, not yet…” I whisper, my throbbing and aching pussy tired of being pushed and prodded and plowed into. I am really not sure that Adrian’s penis will fit inside of it, and I’m afraid that it will hurt too badly after everything else it’s been through.

“Shhhh,” says Adrian, grabbing my hair in the same spot where Gustav’s hand had been. “You do your job up here and I’ll do mine back here. You just let me hold onto this fine ass while I fuck you.” He moves my head back and forth, so that it goes up and back on James’ dick, while he eases his huge cock into my pussy, all the while squeezing my ass.