Anita's Menage (2 page)

Paul stepped back as Armando moved from between her legs. Someone began kissing her anew. She'd made a game of keeping her eyes shut and guessing. It helped to keep her from confronting what she was doing.

Her kisser? Jason, she decided.

Then a hand slid under her ass and another behind her back. She was lifted as if she were a rag doll. She knew from the size and sheer force of the hands, it had to be Paul. Then, apparently wanting it doggie style, Paul wrapped an arm around her waist and deftly flipped her over so that her ass was up and facing him. Her knees were on the chair while one hand held onto the chair's back for support. Not ready to give herself to just Paul, she swept the air with the other hand.

A hand caught hers. She pulled the man closer then let go and reached for his ass. Her hand hit sculpted, hot flesh. Jason. She tugged him in, felt for his penis and found he was erect again. She directed it to her mouth.

As she sucked Jason, the tip of Paul's penis tickled her ass while he leaned over her back and moved his hands freely over her body. After cupping her breasts, he skimmed a hand across her abdomen then slid his hand between her legs. With a finger, he circled her clit. Even with Jason's penis in her mouth, Anita moaned.

Then sliding both hands between her thighs, Paul pulled them wider. With a grunt, he buried himself in a single, deep thrust. Anita gasped in erotic surprise. He was bigger than the other two and stretched her causing just enough pain to make it pleasurable. Grasping her hips, Paul gyrated in slow sensual motions. The four of them found a rhythm and they all worked in tandem as one.

Although Anita thought she couldn't come again, the onslaught of a full-body orgasm had her shaking.

“I'm going to come,” Jason said in a strained voice. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Anita sucked harder. She wanted to taste him. When he came, it catapulted her over the edge into another orgasm.

Then the pounding slowed and Anita heard Paul heaving. When he withdrew, Anita crumpled into the chair. With her eyes still shut, she fought to catch her breath. Someone kissed the top of her head. “You are gorgeous,” Armando whispered.

Anita smiled and reached for him. He had her hand and helped her turn over in the chair. Then someone else handed her a warm wet towel.

Her fantasy was perfectly fulfilled and she didn't want it to end. Without looking, she cleaned herself off then clasped her bra then buttoned her shirt. After straitening her skirt, she sat back in her original position, crossing her feet at the ankles. Resting her head on the back of the chair, she basked in the afterglow.

Then someone sat on the arm of the chair and took her hand. “Anita.” It was Jason.

A half-smile played on her lips as she took long, steadying breaths. She hoped they could all be discrete, move on, and let the experience linger in their minds. Deciding the game was over, she opened her eyes. Against her will, heat rose to her face. She peeked around the room. Armando stood by the door while Paul sat on the couch. Both were fully dressed.

“Ready to head out? Paul wants to call it a night,” Jason said.

Back to business as usual, Anita thought, as she rose from the chair. “Sure.” Refusing to abuse her feet after the gift Jason had given her, she knelt down and picked up the stilettos.

She and Jason walked to the door where Armando waited. Although she had a hard time meeting Paul's and Armando's gazes, she bid them good night.

In the hallway, Armando went the opposite direction while Anita walked with Jason toward the elevators. After they'd stepped inside and had chosen their floors, Jason asked, “So what were you dreaming about?”

“Dreaming?”

“Yeah. It must have been good.” Jason gazed down at her with a grin. “You didn't stop smiling the entire time.”

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