Chapter 9

Ready. Yes. Ready.

And yet I felt so nervous. More than nervous. Scared.

Scared and excited. A strange combination. I guessed like a parachute jump, or swimming with sharks. Or taking that big fucking fence on a horse that was playing up. I always took the fence. I could take this, too. These two.

Carl slipped the key card in the door and held it open, and I stepped past him with a deep breath. The urge for crappy small talk bubbled up in me as the door clicked shut behind the guys, but there was nothing to say. Nice evening. Phew, what a club. Who fancies a cuppa?Lovely cup of tea, always good before my pussy gets torn open, I find. I'd be stalling, and for what? Two pairs of eyes were hungry, scoping me out in the quiet of the room, and it made me tingle from my tits to my toes.

They stood, shoulder to shoulder, waiting for my move, and they were gorgeous. Both of them were gorgeous.

I kicked my heels aside and my feet were grateful. My dress was easy to take down, it slipped smoothly from my shoulders, baring my breasts, and Rick smiled as I wriggled it down over my hips. Carl didn't smile, but he nodded, just a little. Just enough. My dress dropped to the floor and I stepped out from the fabric, making sure to keep my shoulders back and tits proud, portraying a confidence that wasn't entirely genuine.

"Nice," Rick said. "She's a picture, isn't she, Carl?"

And Carl surprised me. Took my breath away.

"Beautiful," he said. And he meant it. I could see it in his eyes.

He thought I was beautiful. Not just hot, or cute, or pretty. Beautiful. My tummy fluttered as I hooked my fingers inside my thong and slid it down, and I was wet already, the lace damp against my thighs.

Naked, and excited, and scared, and completely unsure of what to do next, so I made for the obvious choice, climbing up onto the bed and kneeling at the top, thighs spread wide enough that the air felt cool against my wet pussy.

It was the right move. Carl and Rick came closer, then gave each other a look. A smile. Rick pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, and Carl unbuttoned his shirt, slowly. I was spoiled, unsure where to look, flicking my eyes between the two as they dropped their jeans in unison. Rick's tattoos were divine, his abs tight and lean, and his cock, his cock was awesome. I was falling for Rick, and it was crazy, I got that feeling as I looked at him, that aching lurch of want. And there was Carl. Huge and ripped and so perfectly defined.

The guy was more than just a guy. He was imposing, and intimidating, and hot. Crazily, scarily hot. I dared to look at his cock, and my throat felt dry, but I smiled.

He'd fit. They'd fit. Surely. Definitely. Hopefully. I mean, you can push a whole fucking baby out of that hole, right?

Right?

But that hole felt like it had closed up tight, battened down the hatches and called a time out. My muscles were stiff, and tense, thrumming with nerves, and still my clit buzzed, wanting. I guess it didn't get the same memo as the rest of me.

I brushed my hair from my shoulders, gave a little shimmy, aiming for porn star but most likely falling well short, and then I beckoned them forward, invited them up.

And they came. Both of them. Climbing onto the bed and heading straight for me, two crazy hot guys with fire in their eyes, stalking me on all fours. I fought the urge to giggle, adrenaline making me giddy, but as they rose to their knees in front of me I didn't want to giggle at all. My tentative fingers reached out, coming to rest on two solid chests, and I stared at the path I made, brushing over two sets of abs. I'd landed lucky with these two. Really lucky.

Their cocks were both impressive side by side. Rick's Prince Albert was thick, a heavy ring that glinted in the lamplight. I took hold of his shaft, enjoying my first real look at him, and there were more. Two barbell piercings through the bottom of his shaft by his balls, and fuck they looked good. Carl's cock was darker, thicker, the veins so much more pronounced. My fingers looked so tiny as I took him in hand, gripping tight around his shaft, straining to enclose him, and falling well short.

I worked my hands in sync, up and down slowly, teasing two dicks like it was the most regular thing in the world, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. I didn't want to tear my eyes away. Rick groaned, and Carl rested a hand on my shoulder, and it encouraged me, gave me the confidence to work them harder, solid strokes, all the way up and down, and my fingers urged them to move, guided them closer until they shifted, hip to hip, shuffling until they were close enough that I could press their dicks against each other, shaft to shaft, and they grunted, and moved their hips, cocks rubbing, thrusting, and I held them, gripped them, stared so hard at the girth of those two swollen heads that my tummy tensed.

They were so fucking big.

Oh fuck.

Rick's fingers brushed my cheek. "That's good," he said. "That's so fucking good."

Carl's grip tightened on my shoulder, hips thrusting, and I could feel his eyes on me, burning me. Gently he pushed me backwards, and my heart pounded. "Lie down," he said. "On your back."

I tried to swallow but my throat was dry, and I couldn't take my eyes from those dicks, trying to imagine the both of them pushing inside. My clit thumped, but my nerves were wired. I looked up at them, looked between them, trying my best to smile confidently and pretend this was no big deal. But it was a big deal.

I pulled my hands away and they were jittery. I tried to hide them, but Carl took my wrist, held my hand up in his and watched as it trembled.

"You're shaking."

I closed my eyes and pictured us on the beach front, happy and laughing and having fun. I knew these guys, not completely, but enough. Enough to like them, enough to be honest.

"I'm so nervous," I said, and my voice was raspy.

I was expecting Rick to be the one to calm me, but Carl was first. He raised my fingers to his lips and he kissed them. My tummy churned and it was a good churn. His eyes were fierce, but they were genuine.

"Relax," he said. "No pressure, no rushing. I promise you'll be just fine."

"More than fine," Rick added, and he was smiling. A dirty smile that brought out his dimples and set me on fire. "Trust me, we'll make this feel real fucking good."

I met their eyes, back and forth, and there was warmth there. It calmed me, enough that the shakes eased off. I took a breath.

"Do you want to do this, Katie?" Carl asked. "Forget the money, and the fact that we're naked with a dressing table full of dildos. Do you really want this?"

My answer was clear, even through the nerves.

"Yes," I said. "I want this. It's just last minute jitters." I smiled, took a breath. "I really want this. I promise."

I wanted this regardless of the money, them regardless of the money, and the thought was so crazy that I wasn't quite sure what to do with it. I lay back, pulling a pillow under my head and resting with my knees bent up, propped together.

"Good girl," Carl said. "Relax."

Hands on my knees, easing them apart, and I let them fall, let them spread.

"That's so fucking nice," Rick said. "Such a gorgeous fucking pussy." He joined me at my side, trailed his fingers up my stomach. It felt so good when his lips pressed to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deep, and the bed dipped under Carl's weight as he lay to the other side of me. His fingers found my breast, circled then squeezed, tugging at my nipple enough to make me moan. He scissored my leg with his, spread me wider, and I could feel his cock, a heavy thump as it landed on my hip.

Rick broke the kiss and angled my face to Carl, and I closed my eyes and waited, my lips parted and wanting. It made me moan when Carl pushed his tongue inside my mouth, made me squirm when he pushed in deeper, as though his was on a mission to possess mine.

"Fuck yeah," Rick whispered. "That's hot. That's so fucking hot." I felt him move, and then his breath on my breast. Carl's tongue was in my mouth and Rick's licked at my nipple and I made a little rasp.

Carl squeezed and Rick sucked and I liked it. My breath came out ragged, and they felt it, I know they did. Rick took hold of my thigh, spread me wider still, and his cock was against my skin.

I moaned into Carl's mouth. He squeezed my nipple hard, then he tugged, and his hand clamped my breast, squeezed and kneaded and made it feel so fucking good. My hips rose from the bed, desire drowning out the nerves.

Carl's lips broke from mine but he didn't pull away.

"That's better," he said. "That's a good girl, nice and relaxed."

If only he could feel the butterflies in my tummy. If only he knew how my body was tingling, my heart in my throat as my pussy clenched and loosened, my clit swollen and begging.

I could hear Rick's mouth, suckling, his lips slurping and smacking around my nipple. He nipped me and it made me start, but I was already asking for more.

"Yes," I whispered. "Oh God, yes." I held his head to my breast, gripped his hair as his beard tickled my skin.

I squirmed between two hot bodies, my legs hooked over theirs, pussy completely exposed, and I didn't care. I was way past caring.

"Suck my tits," I said. "Please suck my tits. Please…"

Carl's mouth took me aback. Carl's mouth was open wide when he clamped it to my tit. Carl's mouth sent me fucking crazy alongside Rick's.

Two men sucking my nipples, two men slurping and groaning while I held them tight to me.

Two men made it feel so amazing. Made me feel so amazing.

And then they slipped their fingers between my thighs.

I reached for their cocks and found them easily. Hard and throbbing and so fucking big.

A thumb at my clit and I didn't know whose it was. I didn't care.

Fingers slipped inside me, two at first, then three, only to pull away and be replaced by different fingers, different men, both inside me. They fingered me until I was wet enough that I could hear myself, and then they pulled their fingers apart, hooked inside me and latched tight. I felt myself opening, exposed. I didn't care. I fucking loved it.

Still they sucked, still I squirmed. Still I wanted.

Two men's fingers linked inside me, pressed together as they pumped in and out of me. Two men stretching again, pulling my pussy lips wide, loosening me as I bucked against them.

The thumb on my clit sped up, pressed harder, and I was losing it, feet scrabbling on the bedcovers.

Rick pulled away from my breast, pressed his mouth to my ear. "Come for us," he whispered.

A sudden hard pressure inside my pussy as they changed angle, and still those fingers were stretching me. The most beautiful ache. I felt like I was going to explode.

And then Rick was gone, shuffling down the bed until I felt his breath between my legs. His fingers moved faster, and so did Carl's, and it was rough, and so fucking wet. He licked at me, and his tongue found my clit. Metal and soft tongue, his rhythm just perfect.

"Oh God," I hissed. "Oh… oh…"

Carl moved from my nipple to my mouth, and he sucked my bottom lip as I groaned. He dipped his tongue inside my open mouth and licked at mine.

"You're perfect," he said, then his teeth pulled at my lip and my back arched in response. Oh how I wanted those beautiful cocks.

More fingers inside and I took them, held my breath at the pressure until it felt surreal, felt like my pussy was a gaping Jack-in-the-box, ready to explode.

I gripped Carl's dick and he grunted, and I wasn't scared anymore. All I could think about was having him inside me. Having both of them inside me.

"Oh… fuck… fu… fu… fuckkkkk…" Noises tumbled from my mouth as Rick's tongue lapped at my clit and brought me over the edge. I jerked and bucked my hips, and they ploughed me hard, fingers knuckle deep, a hot squelching mess as the orgasm ripped through me and lifted me shuddering from the bed.

Rick didn't stop licking me until I was done, and I could hear my breath in little gasps. I raised my head to look at him, and he was moving towards Carl, his lips puffy and wet from me. He kissed Carl's open mouth, and Carl groaned, his cock twitching in my hand, and then Carl licked at him, sucked at him, taking all the wetness of me from Rick's lips.

"Taste her," I heard Rick say. "Taste that perfect pussy."

Carl didn't need more prompting. He moved in a flash and his tongue squirmed where Rick's had been, strong hands pushing under my ass and lifting me from the bed. Strong hands holding my pussy to his face. It was sensitive, so fucking sensitive I squeezed my thighs shut, clamping Carl in position.

"Fuck me," I whispered and it was all for him. "Please, Carl. Fuck me hard."

He lifted my knees to my chest and held them there, positioning himself between my legs as Rick looked on.

"Fuck her," Rick groaned. "Fuck that sweet little pussy, Carl. Really fuck her." His cock was in his hand and he was jerking. "Pound that pussy, Carl, open her up."

Oh fuck, I wanted him to. I really wanted him to.

The head of him was so fucking thick. I felt it, heavy against my slit, working back and forth. Carl put his weight on me, pinning my knees to my chest, and he pushed, pushed his way inside. Oh shit. Oh fucking shit he was big.

I held my breath, and then I squeaked, He slammed home, all the way in until I felt him thump deep, and I felt so full, so fucking full.

"Shit," I said. "Oh my fucking God."

"Fuck her," Rick said, and his voice was ragged. "Fuck her hard. I wanna see you fuck her."

Carl poised all the way in, and my muscles clamped around him, over and over as I adjusted to the size of his dick. He leaned forward and propped his elbows at either side of my face, and his eyes were on mine.

"Look at me," he growled. "I want you to look at me as I fuck you."

I nodded and met his eyes as he pulled out and slammed back home. Tender and achy and fucking divine.

He slammed again and he grunted. I loved the way he sounded.

His hips picked up speed and force, bobbing me around on the bed underneath him as he fucked me hard and deep. I didn't take my eyes from him, my mouth open as I gasped and groaned and took it all.

"Fuck me," I hissed. "Yes! Yes!"

"You're tight," he said. "Really fucking tight. It feels fucking beautiful."

I hardly noticed Rick approach, nudging Carl's elbow aside enough to kneel at my head. His cock landed across my lips, and I moaned as I opened up enough to let him in.

"Good girl," he said as I sucked on the end of his cock.

One big dick in my pussy and another in my mouth, two pairs of eyes staring at me, two cocks hard for me. They were getting close, their thrusts more dramatic, the bed squeaking and creaking under the pressure.

"Gonna come," Rick growled. "Eat me up, baby, eat me fucking up."

I sucked him in, scraped his dick with my teeth and he hissed.

"Fuck," Carl grunted. "Now, fucking now."

He tipped me up, pressing my thighs flat against my tits, and my ass rose from the bed, Carl deep enough as he came that I whimpered around Rick's dick.

Rick's cum was thick and there was a lot of it. It filled the inside of my cheek and flowed to the back of my throat. I sucked him dry, took it all, and he stroked my face with clammy hands, telling me what a perfect girl I was. How lucky they'd found me.

Carl was still inside me, still unloading. I loved the thought of it, knowing that big thick dick was spilling his seed so deep.

I felt good, like I'd done well. I was proud, and it bloomed through me.

I wanted to make them prouder still.

Rick pulled from my mouth and Carl kissed me, digging deep for Rick's taste. He grunted his pleasure when he found it, and I felt him smile as Rick joined us, opening up the kiss to a three-way. I felt their breathing calm, and mine, too. I smiled as they pulled away, and I was happy, so happy.

"That was amazing," I gushed. "That was really fucking amazing."

Rick's eyes twinkled, and he looked proud, too. Triumphant.

"I'm so glad we found you," he said. "You're incredible."

Carl kissed my forehead. "Wasn't so bad, was it?"

I shook my head. "No. That wasn't so bad."

He pulled himself out slowly, and I felt raw without him. The two guys tracked down the bed and stared between my legs; hands touching me. I felt so exposed as they admired me, pulling my pussy this way and that and making positive affirmations.

"Nice," Rick said. "She's nice and ready."

"What do I look like?" I asked. "Am I… open?"

"Your pussy is divine," Carl said. He dipped his fingers in so I could feel it, and I felt so tender. Relaxed and loose, and wide. I tried not to think of the gape, of the view they were getting, but I really shouldn't have worried. They wanted more, angling me this way and that, teasing me wider.

"We can see inside you," Carl said. "It's fucking beautiful."

He reached for the bottle of lube from the dressing table and squeezed a load into his hand. It was cold against my clit. "We'll keep going," he said. "Don't want you closing up."

The thought brought a fresh rush of tingles.

Rick leaned over me, took a dildo from the row. It looked thick. Really thick.

I groaned as he tapped it against my pussy, and then he pushed it inside. "That's it," he said. "You're a fucking star, Katie. A real fucking star."

I put my arms behind my head and closed my eyes, concentrating on nothing but the sensation. It built slowly, one toy fucking me slow and deep, only to be replaced by another. More and more lube, more and more fingers on my clit. I hitched my breath as two toys ground their way into me, gave a little whimper, but it was a good pain, a good ache.

"Shit," I said. "That's intense."

"Two cocks," Rick said, and he was smirking. "Just not ours. Not yet."

Not yet.

It was tight, really tight.

"Push," Carl said. "Push against us, that's a good girl."

I pushed against the pressure and it ached and then it pained, just enough to make me squeal. I lifted my hips from the bed and circled and thrust, and they were pushing those toys right back at me. They fucked me, and I was sopping, pussy slippery with my wetness and an industrial quantity of lube.

I could feel how loose I was, loose but full, stretched and raw and horny as fuck.

"Push," Carl said again. "Take it. Take it all."

And I wanted it all, wanted it enough to make me grit my teeth and thrust back at them. "Fuck me," I hissed. "Both of you, I want both of you."

"You've got a beautiful pink gaping pussy," Rick said. "But we've still a way to go."

But I wanted it now, I wanted them now.

I propped myself up on my elbows, and the sight of those two gorgeous guys between my legs, eyes simmering and hungry and hot for me, was more than I could take. The fantasy boiled over, and Rick knew it. His eyes sparkled with knowing and he pressed his fingers to my clit.

"What a naughty little minx," he said. "You are really something special, Katie."

"I can take it," I said. "I want it. I fucking want it."

Carl's eyes were so green under the stark hotel room lighting. He was taking my measure and I knew it, staring me out as Rick strummed my clit, those two fat toys still wedged in my pussy.

"I want it," I repeated. "Fuck, I really want it."

Carl pulled the toys out with a slurpy plop and I let out a breath.

"You want it?" he asked. "I'm not sure you're ready."

I groaned as he pushed his fingers inside, and this time he didn't stop. He kept going until his hand was almost all the way in, and it burned a nice burn, ached a nice ache. Rick kept strumming, and my thighs were tense, straining.

Carl twisted his hand and it felt incredible, fucked up and messed up and so fucking surreal, but it was incredible.

"Do it," I said. "Please."

Rick looked at Carl, but Carl was looking at me.

"Please," I repeated. "I want you. Both of you. I want you now."

Another twist of his hand and I felt him sink deeper. He opened and closed his fingers inside me, just a little, and I felt all of it, every tiny movement.

"Ok, Katie," he said. "Come for Rick, come for him with my hand buried in your delightful little slit, and then we'll take you."

I sank back into the covers, loving the way the sensation built, and even though I was about to be fucked by two men, two big men, I wasn't nervous. The nerves were all gone.

I felt safe.

I felt wanted.

I felt like the most desirable woman on earth, lying there with my legs spread and my pussy filled to the hilt with cum and lube and the majority of Carl's big strong fist.

My breath was even but deep, eyes closed as I focused on the need to come. Rick was so good, so skilled. He knew the right spot, knew the right speed, knew exactly what it would take to send my tender clit over the edge again.

And I went over the edge again.

I went hard.

"Fuck," I hissed. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking fuck."

And Carl pushed. He pushed until I felt a bit of a plop, and my pussy sucked him in, took his whole fist inside me.

"Yes," he said. "Good girl, Katie. Good girl."

I was borderline delirious, jerking and bucking and desperate to take them.

They didn't waste time. I was still coming down when Carl pulled his hand from my pussy. He took Rick's arm and nodded to the bed and Rick lay at my side. He reached for me and pulled me onto him as though I weighed nothing, and his cock was already waiting. I groaned as it slipped inside me, but there was no resistance this time. I was slurpy and wet and I slid up and down him like a watering mouth.

"Fuck, Katie," he rasped underneath me. "I love the way you feel. I fucking love the way you feel."

He wrapped an arm around my waist and he held me to him, guided my head to rest on his shoulder as Carl appeared between my legs. He slapped the head of his dick against my clit. Thump, thump, thump.

"You've a beautiful cunt," he said. "A beautiful pussy for a beautiful girl. You're beautiful through and through, Katie. One day I'll show you how beautiful you look when you're spread wide open."

"Stretch me," I said, and my voice was low and thick. "Please stretch me big enough for two. I want two."

"This might hurt a little," he said. "Breathe."

It hurt a little. Quite a little. Hurt enough that I grimaced as Carl pressed his monster cock to Rick's and pushed his way into the same hole. My pussy didn't take him easy, not even after everything I'd taken already.

"Ow," I hissed.

Carl paused, stared at me, and his eyes were beautiful. "I can stop," he said. "We can take more time."

I shook my head. "No," I said. "I want you in me. Now!"

"Ok," he said. "Take it… take me…"

He pushed, and it hurt. He leveraged his weight on mine, and on Rick underneath me, and I was pinned. Pinned tight between two hot bodies, two grunting men. He pushed until he sank inside, and fuck how I stretched. I could feel them, two big dicks pressed tight, moving together as Rick began to thrust under me.

I could hear their balls slapping, feel the pressure of two cocks grinding.

It felt insane, insanely good.

"We're in," Carl said. "Both of us. Good girl, good fucking girl."

I grinned, delirious. "Yes… oh yes…"

He kissed me and I kissed him back, and I was no longer scared of Carl Brooks.

I was crazy for Carl Brooks' body. His cock. His brusqueness and his dry charm and his bossy manner.

I was crazy for Carl Brooks.

And I adored Rick. I adored the press of his lips to my cheek. I adored the way he held me tight as they fucked me, wrapped his arms around me and gripped me and kissed me and made me feel so special.

It was painful, and brutal, and the noises were disgustingly wet and squelchy, but it was beautiful.

It was oddly romantic. It was passionate. It was everything I'd ever dreamed.

Carl broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Rick's and they smiled at each other. They kissed so tenderly that it took my breath, and I wrapped my arms around Carl's neck and pulled him close.

"Fill her up," Rick whispered, and there was a desperation in it. "Do it. Fill that pussy right up. All the fucking way, Carl."

Carl's breath quickened, and they lost their coordination, a free for all of thrusting dick inside me, and I bounced between them, taking it all with a grin on my face that wouldn't leave.

"Fill her, Carl. Do it. I'm coming, I'm coming, too."

They came hard. Deep.

They came so hard I flushed with pride.

Carl's eyes darkened as he caught his breath, and there was a steel about him. A hardness to his tone that cut through the haze.

They pulled out slowly and I yelped. Empty. I felt empty. And sore.

I felt the wetness dripping out of me.

"We're going to fill that horny little cunt full of cum," Carl whispered. "Going to unload all the way inside you, until you're full. All the time. All the fucking time. That's what I want, Katie. That's what I fucking want."

Words like that should never feel horny.

But they did.

They were the horniest fucking words I'd ever heard.