0 comments/ 14412 views/ 3 favorites The Dressmaker and the Accountant By: temptedlioness I woke up with that usual sense of dread I get on these weekends. I sighed deeply as I threw my feet out of bed and dragged myself out to the kitchen to make a coffee. It was time for the biannual bridal expo and I just hated it. I entered the world of dress making so I could create gorgeous gowns for brides on their one special day, not to stand on my feet for a whole weekend dealing with hordes of emotional and high maintenance women, their pushy mothers and their jealous sisters and best friends. These days always left me so exhausted that I was looking forward to my self -assigned day off on Monday. I was dreaming of the beach if the weather was good, or the cinema if it wasn't. It just seemed so far away from this side of the weekend. I work as a private contractor for a much larger bridal business. It's really nice to be a part of something bigger. I've never felt stranded and I get a huge amount of support from the business. I couldn't have afforded a large and prominent shop on one of the cities main roads and I certainly couldn't have afforded paying for my own stand at the expo, which brings in a lot of my business, despite my complaints. The best part about expo was the socializing. It was great to meet other people in the industry, mostly older women and a lot of gay men, and we often end up heading to the nearest bar at the end of each night to debrief each other and drink away the pains in our legs. Meeting our wholesalers and competitors, putting names to faces, it's great. The other great part is our accountant, Roberto. We don't see him that often as he isn't really part of our day to day business, but when it comes to auditing and expos, he's there. I liked him from the first moment we were introduced. He's not traditionally handsome, but there's something about him that I just find irresistible. For a start, he's tall. He's got at least a foot on me, which is nice. He's not at all overweight, but he has a bit of belly and every time I see him, I want him to wrap his arms around me and pull me into his broad chest. And I haven't even gotten to the face yet! Roberto is half Brazilian, half Polish. While his skin his pale, his features are dark. His eyes are bright hazel, he's quick to smile and his eyes light up whenever he does. His dark brown hair and beard has flecks of grey through out, despite being just over 30, and coupled with his mature accountant attitude, it gives the impression of someone much older. That boyish, easy smile is the only giveaway. Roberto and I always flirt shamelessly with one another, and while I haven't seen him interact with another woman our age, I'm sure I'm not the only one. I just wish that I were. I know that I'm not the only person in the business who looks forward to his monthly visits and not the only one who checks their roster to make sure they're working, or makes an excuse to come by the shop even if they aren't. What I do know is that I am the only person Roberto spends far too much time talking to, because we're always the two left working late at the end of each one of his audits. Despite months of flirting, we're never touched, never been alone together and never said anything remotely sexual to one another at all. On my drive to the expo, I decided that all of that, all of it, was going to change and all with in the next few hours. Walking through the huge exhibition hall, it didn't take me long to find my stall. I was in a great location off to the side of the hall but right near the honeymoon specialist travel agency. The back drop was huge, the pictures were an overwater bungalow with stilts in crystal blue waters, a white sandy beach with palms trees swaying in the breeze and two gorgeous newlyweds kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower. What a tease. I could see myself there. In fact, I could just about feel the soft, powdery sand warming my skin; I could hear the quiet ruffle of the palm trees in the tropical wind; I could hear Roberto's voice calling me back in to bed... Jesus, Olivia! I scolded myself. I really had to focus on my work while I was at my stand, I couldn't let my mind wander to Roberto. I dumped my bag behind the small table and looked around the hall. I wasn't too far from the customer payments booth either, I could see it from the left side of my stand, which would be extremely convenient. And inconvenient, since Roberto would be at the booth all weekend. Well, these things are sent to try us, are they not? As I set up my little stall with sample dresses, a small changing room, materials, sketches, measuring tapes and everything else I could possibly need, I glanced around the hall. There were other independent dressmakers here and I couldn't help but compare myself to them. Everywhere I looked was a sea of white. Mine was the only stall with coloured dresses. That made me unique here, and could either work to my advantage as being a great alternative dress designer, or to my disadvantage. Heaven knows so many brides get pressured into wearing white rather than what they actually want to wear. I was scrutinizing the dresses of a mass producer of gowns when a voice startled me. "Hey!" I looked around and standing at my table was a man I hadn't met before. He was smiling widely as I walked over to him. "Uh, hey you." "I'm Bryce, I work for these guys." Bryce extended his right hand while gesturing over to the travel agency with his left. "I'm Olivia. I work for this guy." I pointed at myself before I shook his hand. "Total slave driver." I took stock of Bryce as he laughed. He was about my height, with a slender frame. By the look of his forearms, he was pretty muscular under his loose fitting polo shirt. His hair was silver-grey, but he couldn't have even reached 40 yet. Small crows feet crinkled in the corners of his brown eyes when he smiled. His face was framed beautifully by his well-defined and clean-shaven jaw. All in all, I wasn't entirely disappointed that I would be looking at him all day. "Well, look, if you're a bit quiet during the day, pop over and say hi, ok? Maybe I could hook you up with one of these places?" Bryce pointed at the picture of the overwater bungalow. "You'd better hope that I'm not quiet, otherwise I won't ever be able to afford that!" I joked. Bryce waved as he walked over to his stall. I headed back to my samples to get them sorted before the doors opened. I looked over my rack of dresses to the payments booth to see if Roberto had arrived yet. He hadn't just arrived, he was staring right at me. Thank god he wasn't standing anywhere near me. He would have heard my breathing falter and he would have seen my knees buckle just that little bit. He smiled as he came out from around the booth and made his way over to me. I finished hanging the last sample dress and adjusted the coat hangers, breathing deeply and telling myself to calm down. I exhaled my final deep breath with a sigh just as Roberto reached me. "Are you sick of me already?" Roberto was leaning in close to me. I looked up at him through my lashes. "Impossible." Roberto gave a small self-satisfied chuckle. "We'll see. Can I get you a coffee?" "Please! Let me grab some money." "No no, it's on me. You can pay me back tomorrow morning." Roberto winked at me as he walked off. My heart was in my throat and it was beating like crazy. It seemed insane to me that such a small and insignificant exchange could have me so shaken up. Pay Roberto back tomorrow morning...I played these words over and over in my head. I knew he meant the second day of the expo, but I couldn't help imagining bringing him coffee in bed. I couldn't help but hum tunelessly and smile to myself as I let the image of a naked Roberto lying in my bed drift through my mind. I busied myself setting out album upon album of brides in my dresses, easy work to do while my mind was otherwise busy, when a takeaway mug of coffee wrapped in a large hand rested on my table. "My saviour! Thank you so much." I gushed, reaching out to take the coffee from Roberto. He didn't remove his hand as I took the cup in my own and our fingers intertwined. I was lost for words. I looked wide-eyed up at Roberto, waiting for him to speak. "Will you come and visit me during the day?" Roberto asked, hope evident in his tone. A lump was caught in my throat; there was no way I would be able to get words out. "Uh huh." I responded dumbly. Roberto softly brushed his thumb over the back of my hand before he turned and walked back to his booth. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he walked, his gait confident. As he reached his desk, he turned back to me and smiled before getting on with his work. I looked down at my phone. The doors were going to open in 5 minutes and I hadn't finished everything I had to do. Roberto had taken up enough of my attention for now, and it was time to crack on with the business end of the day. The hall was flooded with people as soon as the doors opened and I was busy from the get go. Not just busy; I had people lining up to see me. It was thrilling and I was rushed off my feet until about the early afternoon when the crowd died down. Rushed off my feet with enquiries, and not one sale until I was approached by a mother and daughter who were the first people I had spoken to all day who knew what the bride wanted. After sitting down together and completing some sketches, she was ready to put down her deposit. I took down her credit card details, and after a thousand "thank you's" from both sides, mother and daughter were off home. I took a breath, steadied myself and made my way to Roberto, trying to walk as gracefully as I could manage after having been on my feet all day. I slipped around to his side of the booth and stood next to him. "You got one!" Roberto smiled. "I finally got one, yes. Mind if I put this through?" I asked, already leaning across him to reach the credit card machine and resting my elbows on the desk. "Not at all." Roberto's voice was quiet as he gently placed his hand on my lower back, over the material of my shirt. An electric tingle spread from his touch to my ass and down the backs of my thighs. I stopped what I was doing, unable to focus on anything but the present moment and completely unwilling to break it. "Don't you want that sale?" Roberto said playfully as he lifted my top from the waistband of my skirt and let his fingers play over my skin. My heart thrummed away in my chest, and I don't exactly know when I stopped breathing. I refocused my mind and finished charging the credit card. I didn't want to move because I didn't want Roberto to stop touching me. "Can I stand up yet?" My voice was barely audible. "I really do enjoy having you bent over." Roberto leaned down to my ear, but he pulled me up with him. Our eyes locked and though his expression gave nothing away, I was falling into his hazel pools. I took a deep and shaky breath. "I'm going to head-" "Are you busy to-" We both started at once. Roberto smiled slyly and gestured for me to speak first. "Um, I was going to say I need to head back to work now." I said, pointing at my empty stall. "I don't have anything to do here, I'll walk back with you. And I was asking if you're busy tonight?" It was happening! Exactly what I wanted, what I dreamt about and I didn't even have to do anything! This sort of thing never happened to me. I was completely dumbstruck. "Are you ok?" Roberto caught the blank stare on my face. I snapped out of it quickly. "Yes, I'm ok. And no, no I'm not busy tonight." "Great! I was thinking we could go back to my place?" There was no beat, no uncertainty at all in Roberto's voice. He knew what he wanted, what we both wanted. "A-aren't you supposed to ask me out to dinner first?" I stammered. His place? So quickly? He wasn't even trying to be subtle. Roberto took a step towards me, closing the tense space between our bodies. "Why would we waste time with dinner when we both know exactly where we want to be?" His eyes flashed with lust. Heat pooled between my legs as I burned in his glare. I swallowed hard. "Can we go back to mine?" I asked. Confusion crossed Roberto's face. He was so close to me, I would only have to lean in slightly to press my lips against his. "You live south, right? I'm only 10 minutes from here. That's much closer." Roberto sucked air in through his teeth, clearly struggling to keep himself composed. "Fuck yes." He growled so close to me, I could feel his voice rumble through my body. I don't know how many tense moments passed as we took each other in, both of us anticipating what was to come, but Roberto was the first to break. "Right," he said, slapping his hand against the table "well then, start packing up and I'll follow you home." **** I pulled the car into the driveway and Roberto followed, his footsteps echoing behind me as I made my way to the front door. I was fumbling for the right key when his fingers lifted my hair to make way for his warm mouth on the back of my neck. He wrapped his other arm around my waist and pushed his growing hardness against me. "Olivia." He whispered into my skin. "Olivia, you have no idea how long I've wanted you." Warmth spread through my body, making my limbs weak. I needed to lie down. I needed Roberto above me. My vision was so clouded with desire, I still couldn't find the key. "You're going to be waiting a lot longer if I can't find this key." I mumbled, just as I slipped the right one in the lock. As soon as the door closed behind him, Roberto grabbed me and pulled me into his body. Finally, after years of imagining how it would feel, I was pressed against the solid wall of his chest. It was better than I could have ever imagined. The scent that rose from him, a classic cologne mixed with fabric softener and just the smallest hint of sweat, made me want to undo the buttons of his shirt with my teeth and bury my face in his chest hair. He ran one hand over my hips and waist, coming to rest on the curve of my ass. He dragged two thick fingers along my jawbone, stopping at my chin and tilting my head up until our eyes met. In an instant, his lips met mine. His full lips were soft but eager as his tongue explored my mouth expertly. I hadn't ever been with someone with a beard before and I loved the feeling. The silken roughness of his facial hair played beautifully against my mouth, but I could only think of how great it would feel between my legs. I moaned into the kiss at the thought, my hips pressing harder into his, searching for friction. "Bedroom. Now." Roberto commanded me, taking me by the shoulders and turning me around to guide him. As I walked down the corridor towards my bedroom, his hands played over my hips and behind, committing the curves to memory. He unzipped my skirt as we walked into the bedroom and I let it fall to the floor, mentally praising myself for putting on a decent pair of knickers when I got dressed in the morning. I let Roberto take in the sight of my ass as I removed my shirt and bra before I turned to face him. "Eager, are we?" He asked as he hooked a finger in my panties and pulled me forward. I ran my hand over the full bulge of his trousers. "Almost as eager as you are." "Take these off and give them to me." Roberto flicked the waistband of my panties against my skin. "I will when you do." Roberto smiled slyly and undid his trousers, letting them fall down his thighs, his fat erection springing free. I didn't know why he'd gone commando and I didn't care. I bit back a sigh of hunger as I rolled my now damp underwear down and off my legs. I handed them over to Roberto and he lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply. His eyes darkened and narrowed in on me as he threw the discarded undergarments over my shoulder. "Get over here." He growled, pulling me with him as he stepped backwards and sat down on the edge of the bed. He kicked his trousers off his ankles before I straddled his lap. My knees rested on either side of his hips, spreading the moist lips of my pussy. Roberto groaned as he rubbed his hardness against my folds. Fisting my hair, Roberto pulled me towards him, taking my mouth in his own in a wet kiss. Our tongues explored one another and with one hand still in my hair and the other firmly gripping my ass, Roberto lifted my hips and pushed me down onto his cock. The vibrations of our mixed moans filled each other's mouths and I broke our kiss to gasp for air. The friction caused by the thickness of Roberto's manhood was almost too much for me to handle. I was so full of him that the small gyrations I could make with my hips were overwhelming. "Fuck, you are so tight," Roberto whispered tightly as he thrust hard into me. I sucked air in through my gritted teeth, trying hard not to lose it in the pleasure and the pain. "You feel good." I cried out, unable to hold back anymore. I pushed Roberto down on to the bed by his shoulders and with his grip still firm on me, I followed him down. I fucked him, grinding my hips into him so I could have him inside me at the deepest point. I had to come, I was burning for release. I reached down between our bodies and rubbed my clit, hard and aching for attention. The jolt that touching my sensitive bud sent through me only made me more needy and I fucked harder. Roberto lifted his hips to push deeper, biting his lips and clearly giving away his need. "Who knew a good girl like you could fuck like such a whore?" He growled, spanking my ass, spurring me on. My vision started to blur and my head began to spin as my climax crashed over me. I didn't stop my attentions to my clit as my muscles clenched and I continued to gyrate. As I rode out my orgasm on Roberto, he called out for me and thrust his hips, emptying inside me as I squeezed him. I collapsed beside Roberto, satisfied sighs escaping my lips in between ragged breaths. We turned our heads and looked at one another. "I think we're going to have to call in sick tomorrow." Roberto smiled as he leaned in for another kiss. The Dressmaker and the Accountant Ch. 02 I lay completely naked in Roberto's arms basking in the after glow, while he was still dressed in his shirt and socks. "Do you mind if I...?" I trailed off, not waiting for an answer. I looked up at Roberto as I undid the buttons on his shirt, slowly revealing the dark covering of his chest hair. I bit my lip, but the small groan I was trying to hold back came out anyway. Roberto laughed but there was not a chance I was going to be discouraged. I got up on my knees and straddled his hips. Roberto's warm, large hands flexed across my back. "I could get used to this you know." He smiled up at me, his hazel eyes sparkling. I ran my fingertips up Roberto's body, starting at the thin dark trail that began at his pubic hair that gradually became a bush that ended below his collarbone. Gently, I scratched my nails along his chest and dipped my head down to smell him, dragging my nose across his skin. His musk was incredible and it worked its way through me, making me heady and pooling between my legs. With ease, Roberto wrapped his arms around my waist and rolled me onto my back and propped himself up on his elbows. I grew wetter with his hot weight looming above me and I squirmed beneath him. He kissed me once before he made his way down my body. His beard tickled my skin as he licked downwards and took my right nipple in his mouth. I threw my head back and arched my back, pushing my breast against his face and searching for pressure against my sex with his own. Roberto didn't let up, taking my nipple between his teeth and grazing the puckered skin lightly. With his hand he pulled at my left nipple, hard enough to make me cry out but not enough for me to want him to stop. The heat between my legs was becoming almost unbearable and I reached my hands up to Roberto's shoulders and gently tried to guide him down my body. "Eager, are we?" He repeated with a chuckle, his humid breath playing against my skin. I lifted my hips in response, pressing my slick core against his abdomen. Roberto slid down my body and grabbed behind my knees, spreading my legs and placing my feet on his shoulders. He nudged at my clit with the tip of his nose and I knew right away that this would be like nothing else I had ever experienced. With out any further hesitation, Roberto took me in his mouth and sucked on my pussy, running his tongue firmly over my soft folds. I melted under his attentions, greedily lifting my hips. The smooth wetness of his mouth and the roughness of his beard played beautifully on my swollen lips and I couldn't help myself. I thrust my hands into his hair and fucked Roberto's mouth, grazing my clit against his teeth. Roberto moaned into me, sending tremors through my body. Everything. It was all too much, all too overwhelming. As all the muscles in my body started to tighten with my climax, Roberto became more ravenous, devouring me as if he couldn't get enough. I lay back on the bed, mouth dry, stillness washing over me with the occasional aftershock of my orgasm shuddering through me and Roberto's face still between my thighs, kissing my tender sex gently. The exhaustion from the day at work and the unexpected and intense romp with Roberto left my eyes heavy and I drifted off. I woke with a sigh and my hand between my legs. I don't remember the dream but when I opened by eyes, it was pitch black in the room. Fuck. Could I be a worse host? I took my fill from Roberto and then fell asleep. That's why I was surprised when I rolled over and felt the warmth of his body beside me, sleeping peacefully. Heat flooded through me. He hadn't thought I was that terrible, he was still here. I felt giddy with happiness and I couldn't control myself. I lifted myself up and leaned over his body, finding his face and kissing his lips softly. With out pause, and to my amazement, Roberto wrapped his arms around me and rolled me onto my back, taking my mouth in his. "Were you actually asleep?" I asked looking up at him, searching to see his face in the darkness. "I'm a light sleeper, not like you." Roberto laughed as he wiggled into me, his growing erection pressing against my opening. "I'm sorry, you wore me out." "Don't be sorry, but it's my turn now." I didn't have a chance to adjust, or breathe, as Roberto penetrated me roughly. He drove his body hard into me, grunting with exertion. He grabbed my left knee, pulling it up to his shoulder to drive deeper into me. I swore, the incredible agony making my muscles tighten around Roberto's cock. Raw, animal passion rippled between us and I didn't even care if I came, I just loved the feeling of being taken, of being fucked. Roberto lowered his body onto mine the closer he came to his release. He bit my neck and grunted as he pushed me down into the mattress as he came, his thrusts staying deep and tight. Roberto drew ragged breaths, the soft air playing against the skin on my neck. With my leg still over his shoulder, I tapped Roberto with my heel for him to move and I felt empty when he withdrew. Empty, and needy as hell. As soon as Roberto had rolled off me, my hand went straight between my thighs. I was slick from Roberto's come and my own wetness and it would have been all too easy to slip my fingers inside, but I knew that wouldn't be enough. I rolled over to my bedside table to get my vibrator but Roberto's large hand grabbed my hip and pulled me back down onto the bed. "You didn't think I would leave you hanging, did you?" Roberto said, his voice husky from exertion. "I don-" I was cut off by one of his thick fingers pushing inside me with no resistance. He drew his finger out and circled my clit. "Do you like how your cunt feels when it's covered in my come?" He growled. A lustful thrill shivered through me. I moaned in the affirmative and pressed against the pressure of his finger, desperate for release. He lifted his finger to my mouth and parted my lips, pushing his digit onto my tongue to be sucked. I moaned again and nodded my approval. With his finger still in my mouth, Roberto put his other hand between my legs and dipped two fingers inside me. "Rub your clit for me." Roberto ordered and I complied willingly. I was completely under his command and I loved it. I sucked hard at the finger in my mouth as my orgasm built inside me. I arched my back and bucked my hips, rubbing my over-stimulated and raw folds against the palm of Roberto's hand as he fucked me deep. The intoxication of my orgasms built up inside of me and was released, one after the other, and my muscles tightened around his fingers and he continued to thrust into me, drawing out my bliss. I collapsed, lying into Roberto's side as he tenderly removed his hand and wrapped his arms around me. We were in a mess, the sheets were a mess, but we were far too tired to worry. We fell asleep until the morning sunshine woke us. Roberto followed me into the shower, surprising me as he took me against the wall and ravished me so completely that I was left weak-kneed. He washed quickly and left me alone to look after myself. I tried not to think about how cold hearted it seemed as I washed and dried myself but all negative thoughts left me when I found Roberto in the kitchen with fresh coffee and bagels piled high with bacon and eggs from the cafe across from my house. He smiled warmly at me. "Ah! So this is the reason for the fuck-and-run, huh?" I said as I walked into his arms. "It would seem," Roberto mumbled into my damp hair "but don't pretend you don't love it when I'm rough with you." I blushed deeply, pressing my face further into Roberto's chest. I did love it when I wasn't treated like some delicate and breakable flower, when my hair was pulled and pleasure was taken and given with just a slight edge of pain. I took up my coffee and inhaled, drinking deeply from the cup. The caffeine was revitalizing. "Hey, I was supposed to be getting you the coffee this morning!" I pouted up at Roberto. "After your hospitality, and the fact that I didn't buy you dinner, I thought the least I could do was get you coffee and breakfast." "Well thank you. It's very kind of you, not to mention very welcome." We devoured our breakfast in silence, the only sounds were sips of coffee and our stomachs rumbling appreciatively at the food. We both finished getting ready and drove back to the exhibition centre in separate cars. Together, we walked into the hall and Roberto left me at my stall with a lingering, coffee flavoured kiss. I watched his back as he walked away from me, a definite spring to his step, I squealed quietly and hugged myself, tapping my feet in a little happy dance. I couldn't believe my night, my time with Roberto. And that happened to me. ME! "That's a smile I don't get to see everyday. My poor luck!" Bryce's voice shocked me out of my reverie. He was walking over to my stall, smiling all too cheerily for a Sunday morning at work. "Hey Bryce. How did you go yesterday?" "Ok. I think you may have had a better day than me though." Bryce winked and jerked his head over to Roberto's stand. I laughed nervously, completely at a loss of what to say. Bryce, however, wasn't. "I should have guessed, after the way you two were chatting yesterday. Shame though, I was going to ask you out myself." I was suddenly far too hot and I knew my face would be showing a bright flush. "Oh." I dropped my gaze to the floor and smiled. I was overwhelmed with shyness. "I had no idea." "You're far too modest for such a beautiful girl. Right, well that's enough flirting. I gotta get back to work. You yell if you need me." Bryce kept smiling that same bright smile as he walked off and I stood alone with my now well-inflated ego. The hours just dragged. It was a real slow news day. Coupled with flashbacks to the way I was so thoroughly fucked in the shower, it was incredibly difficult to focus on the very little enquiry I had. When I looked down at my phone, it was 11:30am and I was starving. I wandered over to Roberto. "Busy?" I leaned over the desk flirtatiously. "Hardly. Come with me, I want to show you something." Roberto took my hand and we walked through a door behind his booth that read "Employees Only." "Roberto! What are you doing?" "I'll show you. Be cool." He turned and smoldered at me. That look shot right through me and I didn't care where we were going. We must have walked down 200 metres worth of grey corridor before we took a right turn into a dead end. "This is it?" I asked, confused. With out answering, Roberto opened a grey door to his left, so well concealed that you wouldn't have noticed it if you weren't in the know. He led me into the room and shut the door behind me. "Let me guess, you hate surprises?" Roberto turned to me. I took in the room around me. It was windowless and the same grey as the corridor but with grey carpet, and bare except for 3 low chairs lined up against the far wall. "You aren't wrong. So what's this?" Roberto stalked towards me, encircling my waist in one arm when he reached me, and he pulled me in to a deep kiss. I hummed with contentment. "I hope you've been thinking about me all day." Roberto stated matter-of-factly. I nodded up at him. "Prove it then." I took his free hand in one of mine and slid it under my skirt until his open palm was cupping my mound. My panties were almost uncomfortably damp. "Fuck, you are so wet for me. I love it." Roberto growled thickly, grabbing at the waistband and pulling my panties down my thighs. "And there is no way you can keep wearing these today. Off." He ordered. I wriggled out of my underwear and kicked them off my ankles. "My turn to be bossy now." I grabbed one of the chairs and brought it back over to Roberto. "Sit." To my utter delight, Roberto silently complied with a self-satisfied smirk. He knew what was coming and he sat with his legs spread wide enough that I could fit comfortably between them. Kneeling between his thighs, I undid his trousers and brought them down to his knees, biting hard on my bottom lip as his thick hardness sprang free. I couldn't wait, couldn't hold back any longer. I took him fully in my mouth, groaning with pleasure when the crown hit the back of my throat. I caressed his shaft with my tongue, feeling the veins and the length of him and the vibrations of Roberto's satisfaction rippled through me when he took my head in his hands. Sucking deeply on his cock, nothing gave me more of a thrill than when Roberto gripped my hair and thrust deeply into my mouth. Which is why I was shocked, and hurt, when he pushed me off roughly, his palms pressed hard against my shoulder. I looked up at him and I was about to ask him what the deal was, but Roberto wasn't looking at me. I followed his gaze and shifted to see what had caught his attention. It was Bryce, standing in the doorway, one hand stroking the very clear outline of his erection. My breath caught in my throat and I gripped Roberto's knee tightly. He took my hand in his and stood up, pulling me up with him. "Hey man. We're just leaving. Sorry." Roberto stammered, unsuccessfully trying to do up his trousers with his free hand. "What for? I was enjoying that." Bryce smiled, winking at me. I couldn't help myself. I felt hot inside at the thought of him watching me, watching us. My cheeks flushed. Roberto stared at me, his eyebrows knotted. "You like that, huh?" Bryce stepped towards us, a perverted smirk plastered on his face. It was comical how loudly I gulped. Roberto squeezed my hand. "Really?" I looked up at him and nodded slowly, cautiously. How was it possible to feel so ashamed and so turned on all at once? And then everything happened so suddenly. Roberto pulled me into his body and claimed my mouth in an overpowering kiss. Bryce's body sandwiched me between himself and Roberto, our combined heat making my skin prickle. There were hands all over me, taking my clothes off, fondling me, pushing my legs open, but my mouth never left Roberto's. I wanted everything that was happening to me, but his kiss felt safe and I felt if I broke it, I would have tried to put a pause on everything. As it was, I was being bulldozed into pleasure. Two warm hands cupped the heaving globes of my chest, pulling at my nipples firmly. Another hand was between my legs, spreading the lips of my sex to make a path for a thickness that was either fingers or something else. Being completely naked and pressed between two mostly clothed men had me feeling powerful, powerless, utterly submissive and completely turned on. My head was spinning, nothing made sense. "I interrupted you two before," Bryce whispered, "and I'm sure you'd be happy to get back to it. With a minor adjustment, of course." Bryce took my jaw in his hand as he spoke, breaking my kiss with Roberto and taking my mouth for his own when he finished speaking. Hands on both shoulders guided (or did they push?) me to my knees. I looked up at the two men, both with heavy-lidded eyes, and full erections pressing against the confines of their trousers. I motioned with one hand for them to start undressing, feeling like a queen with her subjects. Once they were both standing naked in front of me, I took both of them in my hands, committing their silky skin to my memory. Bryce sighed as I let my hands roam over him, but it was Roberto's fiery glare that had me. His cock sat heavily in my hand and seemed to surge as I moved closer in anticipation of what was coming. Roberto had waited for this long enough. I let the tip of my tongue lightly play over the velvety, engorged head of his dick. As his salty precum beaded, I looked into his eyes as I licked it and enjoyed it, swirling my tongue around the head before I took Roberto deep into my mouth. Bryce groaned and thrust himself hard into my fist. "Suck his dick." Bryce growled. "I want to see you gag." I whimpered into Roberto as he grabbed my hair and pushed himself down my throat. Hot tears welled up in my eyes but I didn't want to stop. A third hand fisted in my hair and pulled me off Roberto, and Bryce guided my lips onto his waiting cock. "Wait." Roberto commanded, manipulating our bodies into the position he wanted: him lying on the floor with me kneeling over his face. Wickedness flashed in his eyes as he took a firm hold on my hips and pulled me down. With out hesitation, Roberto plunged his tongue into me, making me cry out, the vibrations of my pleasure moving through Bryce. I rolled my hips, grinding into Roberto while taking Bryce deeper into my mouth, not a difficult feat after the girth of Roberto. As Roberto's hot tongue pushed me onto the edge of coming, it was almost impossible for me to keep my attention on Bryce, but he was able to keep a hold on my focus with his hand on my head guiding me back. I opened my eyes and looked up at Bryce, silently pleading for release. "Do you want to come?" He grunted down to me. I tried to nod but Bryce's cock was so deep in my mouth that it was hardly any movement at all, and I was afraid he would miss it. Almost immediately though, Bryce released me, his dick sliding rubbing over my wet and reddened lips. Roberto's hands gripped my ass tightly and kneaded my cheeks. I had been captured and it was near impossible for me to move. Roberto's mouth greedily enveloped my pussy, and he sucked hard while he probed me with his tongue. I couldn't hold on any longer. My entire body tightened, starting with my knees at Roberto's face and working up to my shoulders. I threw my head back, hungry for air as I quivered and released, my whole body thrown into orgasm. Roberto didn't stop devouring me. I opened my mouth to call his name, but before I could utter a sound, spurts of thick warm heat landed on my lips. Bryce was standing over me with his face twisted in raw bliss as he came on me. The sounds that came from me were animal, unbridled. I lost my breath and my vision as my orgasm left my body and my strength evaporated, collapsing onto the floor. I vaguely understood that the men were moving around me, but I was too exhausted and used to open my eyes. The sound of their talking was audible but far away. "I just want to taste her, and then you can do whatever you like." Bryce panted. I shuddered violently as two fingers touched me, spreading the lips of my sex. Bryce licked me slowly, from my tightened and wet opening to my still-pulsing clit, stopping there to circle his tongue. He blew warm breath onto my exposed folds when he spoke. "Your cunt is so sweet." It was lecherous and vulgar but I couldn't help the wanting mewl that escaped me. "Enough." Roberto's voice commanded from somewhere above me. But then he was on me, over me. I opened my eyes to take in his face and Roberto's eyes burned into mine. "Gently, ok?" I whispered to him. When he didn't answer, I knew I was in trouble. With out pause, Roberto impaled me, driving his cock deep inside me with urgency. I struggled for breath as he ravished me, my swollen and aching pussy becoming wet with the rough friction. I trembled as an orgasm welled up from deep inside my body. "Fuck yes." Roberto groaned, and he plunged deep into me as he released, bringing my own climax out of me. Roberto dropped down beside me and I curled up into him, both of us still reeling from the intensity of release. I heard Roberto's voice rumble through his chest but I didn't catch his words. "What?" I asked, tapping my fingers lightly on his chest. "He's gone. Bryce is gone." I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. I was satisfied, but I felt dirty, used and in need of some serious comfort. "Hey," Roberto lifted my head to look down at me. "Are you ok?" I nodded cautiously. "Come on, let's go home."