The Bullion Brothers: Billionaire triplet brothers interracial menage (4 page)

Derrick, Hawser and I looked at each other. The atmosphere in the room was charged and tension played at the sides of their mouths. They licked their lips.

I hungered for what was to come, I craved it. Those moments when, for all three brothers, for three massive, gorgeous billionaires, I could be everything.
 

Through the narrow, dark-tinted windows around the dimly lit room I saw the towers of Manhattan on one side, and the flat edifices of New Jersey on the other. If we were on land, it would be a three-minute walk away. Afloat, it was the other end of the universe.

The brothers stared intensely at me and, with determination, I found that I could look back at them. I looked them in the eyes. Derrick chewed his lip.
 

Crane returned with some things in his hand that looked like tassels or belts, and he put them on a table. Stood in front of me, he put his hands on my shoulders. I shook and I was fidgety. And I was uncomfortably hot.

“Your fear will heighten your sensations and arousal. Have faith and all will be well. Better than well.” He looked at me seriously. “We have a need, my brothers and I,” his hand swept to indicate the other two triplets. “We need a woman.”

I shuddered. Fear, uncertainty, apprehension and, I can’t deny it, an outrageous charge of thrill shook me to my core. “We need a woman to be our mate. We are in desperate need of an heir.”

His eyes were serious as he watched me. Serious, but still adorable. And they reminded me very much of the eyes of the other two brothers. The brothers who watched me just as intently as Crane did.

He said, “Should I go on?”

I looked from Crane to each of the brothers. Their eyes all held the same look of eager anticipation. I couldn’t speak. I nodded, once.

“To breed we will need to give you our…” his lips were tight as he paused, “our seed.” His lips pursed. “For the best chance of success, we will all need to give you our seed.”

I gulped.

His voice was very low, “Twice.”

My eyes and my mouth must have popped wide.

“The second expression is always the most fertile, and that is what we must give to impregnate you.”

He let me think about it for a moment. Really, I didn’t know what to think. I should leave, right now. I should run. Or swim. I should get as far away from these three mad, gorgeous lunatic brothers.

“Will you agree?” His voice caught and his eyebrows arched together. Derrick and Hawser shuffled on the carpet. I remained still. And I nodded, once. All three of their faces broke out into delicious smiles.

“I shall need to prepare you.” I had a sense of what would come next from the straps and clips on the leatherwork he had fetched.

His hands stroked down my arms to take my hands. As his nostrils flared, I heard him draw breath in and he seemed to inhale the scent of my hair. He turned my palms upward and stroked the insides of my forearms.

Both brothers leaned in to watch closely. The tingles that played all over my body made me I shiver. My thick, heavy breath made my breasts heave, and my nipples were sore, rubbing as they swelled and tightened inside my bra.

Crane stroked my sides, my ribs and then, slowly, my breasts and I quivered from my knees to my chest. I could smell my own heat rising, as well as feeling it welling in my pant. All of my sensitive parts tingled and buzzed.
 

He was so near that the heat of him seared through my dress. His firm, pulsing arousal was swelling, and I felt it against my stomach. His head bowed as he began to unbutton the front of my dress. I flinched, but he froze and looked swiftly up and into my eyes. Derrick snorted.

My eyes widened and I gave the tiniest nod. He continued. When he had my dress undone all the way down, hanging open, my arms wanted to fling themselves across my chest and my stomach, to cover myself. To protect me.

He seemed to sense it, as his damned grin stretched a little tighter. He paused for a moment while I gained control of myself. Gently, tenderly, he lifted my dress from my shoulders and pulled it down my arms and away, with a gesture more like he was removing an old dustsheet from a work of art, long lost from view.

Derrick watched me with a searing intensity. Hawser shuffled on the carpet. His huge hands flexed as though they could tear the rug to shreds in a single move. His dark brown eyes flickered all over my body.

Crane stood back to survey the result of my exposure. His eyes travelled up my legs, over my hips, across my quivering stomach and slowly up to my heaving breasts. Slowly then, his gaze slid up the length of my neck, and finally his sapphire eyes gleamed into mine.

A shock like a bolt of electricity shook me. His thumb and finger took a hold of my bottom lip, pulled it out, and he watched me as he squeezed it. He paced a wide circle around me, stalking and striding, like a large animal might, his eyes on me the whole time, burning with hunger.

As he prowled round me, I felt his eyes roam, peer and probe every part of me. Standing, shaking, in my shoes and underwear, I felt like both a specimen and a treasure. With no idea of what was to come, I felt completely in his control.

Two senses of abandon overcame me. All of my attachments were lost and gone, and I was bare and revealed, free and open to whatever may come. His voice poured warm on his breath, like a dark syrup from behind me and into my ear.

“Move your legs apart a little.” As I did, I heard him pick something up from the table. The briefest swish announced the smarting thwack on my buttock, exactly where he had smacked me in the café. My eyes popped wide and I let out a squeak. He was close behind me. Beranrdo moved nearer.

I felt Crane’s breath on my neck, his hard chest against my shoulders and his cock, pressed against my clenching bottom. I was woozy. It was like that in the café, but this time was so much more powerful. I said, “I hate that, being smacked. But it’s intensely arousing. What’s going on?”

“AHA! Maya, my fiery Italian beauty, you learn fast. We can progress rapidly.”

“Now I’m afraid.” I was joking, and I wasn’t. I was afraid, but it excited me and I wanted to go on. I trusted him.
 

“Excellent.” Derrick came nearer and stood in front of me, close, watching attentively. He lifted my chin and peered into my eyes.

Crane spanked me again. I couldn’t see what he was using on me. Something hard and flat. And again. The sound, the sharp thwack, even that was becoming exciting to me. This was like some deep, dark door opening inside me.

As the flat of his hand slapped repeatedly on my buttocks, an intense pleasure spread like fire within me. I was gasping for breath. The petals of my sex buzzed and trembled, and I shook from my core.

He tenderly undid my bra and removed it, casting it aside.

His fingers slid around to my stomach, down to my mound, slipped farther and pressed behind my clit through the fabric of my panties, hot and soaked now, the lips of my sex quivering with need. I gasped as he pressed and stroked rhythmically between my thighs.
 

Derrick’s nose lifted and his nostrils flared. Keeping my knees from buckling took all of my concentration. Derrick moved aside and Crane came around and knelt in front of me. His kisses fluttered on my soft, shaking stomach. And down. Down. He sighed as his lips tasted the wetness soaking through the crotch of my underwear. He teased with his tongue, and he sucked. My back arched and he looked up, sharply.

“Don’t. Move.”

His mouth went back onto me, between my legs, working me, playing me. Streams and rivers of sensation sprang and flowed through all of my body and, though I kept my position steady, I couldn’t keep from trembling.
 

When I had let out a long, yearning moan of hopeless rapture, he stood. His blue eyes sparkled with a cold, dark fire into mine as his fingers took my nipples. First he teased and pulled them. As the waves of pleasure rippled all the way to my pelvis and my clenching thighs, my nipples hardened, swelled and stung. Then he pinched them.

I yelled and bent over. He let go and waited for me to recover. I was dizzy and breathless, tingling and quaking all over. When I was able to stand, feeling his warmth right in front of me, his ever hotter, ever harder cock straining through his pants to get at me, then he took my nipples again. He had little clamps with leather pads inside their jaws, and the sight of them terrified me. He smiled as he said,

“Soon, you won’t need the pads,” and he snapped them onto my nipples. I yelled and collapsed to the floor. First the pain sliced into me, sharp and blinding, then it faded and there was a moment of bright, searing nothingness and it settled to a low pulsing ache. As it passed, I found that the shock had been much greater than the pain.

I could bear the pain. Not easily, but I could bear it. It rose and fell in intensity, and a thrill followed behind it. Slowly I stood to resume my position, my knees shaking, my nipples stinging, but with an incredible force of unfamiliar pleasure welling in my pelvis. As I stood, fighting the sensations to get some kind of composure, he leaned to speak so gently into my ear, “Can you bear it?”

It was hard to speak, but I did manage to say, “Yes. I can bear it.” And I surprised myself, saying, “It’s good.” And I bit my lip. The other two brothers sniffed deeply.

Crane knelt to return his mouth to my aching V. Slowly, softly he slid my panties down, touching them against my legs all the way to my ankles, so that I felt every centimeter as they fell. The faint touch of my flimsy underwear was such a contrast to the searing pain in my nipples that the two sensations were like a dark symphony in counterpoint.

And then his wet, mobile tongue was inside me. Slipping along my lips, trilling at the base of my zinging clitoris, sliding into my opening. My legs shook so violently and my thighs clenched so hard that I thought I might crush his head. And I didn’t fucking care. I came, rolling, trembling waves of orgasm burst and rocked through me.

I grabbed him by his hair and I pulled him as hard into me as I could. I laughed and I wept. I sobbed and I shouted his name. I must have squirted in his face, because my thighs were running with wetness. Through the spasms I heard him,
 

“Yes, Maya. YES! Come.
COME FOR ME, NOW!
”

And I did. I twitched and shook, my buttocks and my thighs clenched, so hard I thought that my spine and pelvis would tear apart. I withstood fabulous, seismic spasms bursting through me. I came so hard and yet, somehow, still I stood.

When he stood again, there was no sign of composure on his wet face. I smiled to see his lovely golden hair completely mussed and his eyes so wild. He looked in my eyes and grinned. Then he released the clamps and I fell to a moaning heap on the floor.

His laugh was like a taunt. It was an amplified version of that damned grin.

When I was able, I got to my knees, level with his beautiful hips, level with that magnificent monster pulsing in his pants. As I reached towards him, my lips wet and parting, he said, “AH!” and wagged a finger.

“I have had all the pleasure of you so far.” Crane said. “I think it’s time to give Derrick and Hawser a reward. Haven’t they been good?”

The two big, gorgeous brothers with the same lustrous golden-brown hair, watched me with the same gorgeous dark brown eyes. The triplets. Their golden skin glistened in the low light. The scent was still there.

As the two huge, naked men approached and Crane shed his clothes, I didn’t know how I was going to tell the great men apart. But I discovered a way. They were all big, in every way. But in one way more strikingly than any other.

Their cocks were incredibly long and thick. Longer and thicker than any I’d ever seen before. The slick, dark head of head of Hawser’s cock rose up and above his navel. Derrick’s was longer still, and nearly as fat. Crane’s length was in between the other two, but his cock was even thicker. Its weight kept it pointed right at me.

Crane and Hawser held and kissed me. Derrick was eager to hold and feel my swollen, heaving breasts. Hawser stood behind me and rubbed his massive, hot member between my quivering thighs. It stretched along my lips, rubbed up against my vibrating clit and poked a few inches out under my fuzzy mound.

I couldn’t imagine how much of that long, hard beast he thought he would be able to shove inside me. He dragged it back until he was able to jam the heavy head of it into my dripping lips. It shoved my opening wide and I had to move my legs apart to give it easier access.

Then he reached for my breasts as the bulb burst into me. My pelvis rocked and wriggled. I had seen how long he was, but I wasn’t prepared for the width of him. As he shoved it farther up me, I bent forwards, my hands clasped and my mouth stretched.

Derrick took that as a cue, and brought his fat, throbbing cock nearer to my face. He beat it on my cheeks and the weight of it shocked me. He banged it on my big, soft breasts and rubbed it between them.

Hawser pushed in and the stretch in my insides was the most intense pain I had known. Good pain. Ecstatically good pain. But a
lot
of it. My eyes rolled and my mouth filled with sweet saliva.

I began to say, “Oh, oooooh, it’s tooo biiiig!” But the dark spicy scent of man filled my head as Derrick pushed his thick, hot rod between my lips. Hawser stretched me wider than I thought I could go and I wriggled my hips to try and open them further.

Derrick’s wide ridges pushed my mouth open as his slick, hard bulb dragged its smoky tang along the length of my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat. I’ve taken a cock in my throat before, but I never felt my neck bulge and stretch like it did around Derrick.

My feet lifted in turn as I tried to make a wider opening for Hawser. He lifted my leg high, and that helped some. He was still way too long and far too fat for me, though. As he sawed into me, I didn’t know how much of that scrumptious pain I could bear.

To take my mind off it, I concentrated on drawing and suckling on Derrick’s fat hunk as he slid it between my wide-stretched lips. He heated up and after a series of long, hard strokes, his shaft began to pulse. I knew it would be time for him to come soon.