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Just as she began wondering what Trevor was doing
behind her, the head of his cock teased the opening of her pussy,
sliding in the tiniest bit before slipping out again. Fuck, he was
being a damned tease.

Tiny bit in, tiny bit out, tiny bit in, and if he
didn’t fuck her soon, she’d shake him all about… That’s how she did
her ass kickin’ hokey pokey. Aggravated with his teasing, she
pulled her mouth from Richard, which he objected to, of course.

Richard’s “hey” mingled with Trevor’s “Ashley” and
her own “Fuck me before I castrate you.”

Trevor didn’t say a word. Instead he thrust his
entire length into her in one stroke, filling her with his cock and
nearly shoving her mouth back onto Richard.

Richard didn’t seem to mind. He just chuckled and
gave Trevor a warning before she managed to suck him down again.
“You’ve got a feisty one on your hands, Trev. I wouldn’t be
surprised if she tied
your
ass down some day.”

Ashley liked the sound of that. Liked it a lot. She
pushed the idea to the back of her mind because Trevor’s talented
fingers suddenly found her clit, and he issued her a warning. “You
be a good girl while I fuck this sweet pussy, and
maybe
I’ll
let you come.”

He’d never left her hanging before, but she didn’t
want to test him now. Not since she had a cock for her mouth and
her pussy.
His
pussy as he liked to call it.

Ashley returned to sucking Richard in earnest then,
licking and nibbling the man’s dick like it was the last one on
earth or as if she were in the blowjob tournament Trevor always
joked about putting her in. She really didn’t think they existed,
but it always gave her a thrill to be threatened that way.

She allowed Trevor to set the pace, shifting her
forward and back as he pleased while he slid in and out of her
pussy. The ridges of his cock stroked and teased her inner walls,
and unbidden, her pussy pulsed and spasmed around him with every
other thrust as her orgasm approached. From the moment she walked
in the door, she’d been primed and ready to go. Now, with a dick in
her mouth and Richard’s salty essence dancing along her taste buds,
she was even more aroused.

She moaned when Trevor tweaked her clit and groaned
when he circled the tiny nubbin with his fingertips. Around and
around he circled while his cock slid in and out of her cunt.
Richard moved in counterpoint, going in when Trevor went out, out
when he went in. At no time was she empty or wanting for dick. Not.
One. Second.

Some women would feel used by such a configuration
of bodies, yet Ashley felt loved, cherished. The men with her cared
about her. Not just whether she lived or died, but truly cared for
her
. Before now, Richard had been an object of her hidden
lust, but also a friend, and it went without saying that she loved
Trevor with all her heart. Giving and taking pleasure from these
two men was her ultimate fantasy, and now it was being
fulfilled.

Ashley increased her suction on Richard’s cock,
intent on pouring her soul into this sharing of bodies. “Fuck,
yeah, suck that cock, Ash. Fucking beautiful.”

Crude, but sweet nonetheless.

She had no control over her pussy anymore. Trevor
played her cunt like it was a well-tuned piano and he was Mozart.
The man knew just where to pinch, stroke, and touch to send her
off. And he did.

In and out, slow and fast, the two men shifted her
between them. Back and forth she rocked while they made love to her
with encouraging words and groans until she couldn’t hold back any
longer. Her pussy clenched and released with an ever increasing
rhythm around Trevor’s cock while her breath came in billowing
puffs through her nose. Eyes closed, she chased her orgasm. Her
whole body shook as a rising tide of pleasure coursed through her
veins with each passing second.

“She’s coming,” Trevor grunted. “I’m gonna
come.”

“Fuck yeah, coming down your throat, Ash.” Richard
knotted his fingers in her hair and held her steady. She opened her
throat and allowed the euphoria of her orgasm to take her, to sweep
her away in the waves of pleasure as the men came with her.

Hot jets of semen slipped over her tongue and down
her throat as Richard came in her mouth. The salty-sweet taste of
his seed only worked to intensify her pleasure. The spasms still
stole through her body from head to toe while Trevor pumped in and
out of her, jerking as his own orgasm broke free and he screamed
her name.

The three of them, satisfied and for damn sure
glowing, curled together in the middle of her queen-sized bed,
exhausted.

* * *

Of course, she awoke the next morning, alone, to a
stupid “Dear Ashley” letter that outlined
with bullet points
exactly why she and Trevor couldn’t continue their relationship.
Ha!

At first, she’d been devastated. She did go to work
the next day…and the next. But her heart wasn’t in it any longer. A
few weeks passed, Trevor was promoted, and still she felt empty
inside. Finally, like the true stalker girlfriend she felt like
she’d become, she’d called Richard.

Over coffee and copious amounts of chocolate,
Richard gave her enough insight into Trevor’s behavior to formulate
a plan…
the plan
. Only, unlike her favorite cartoon mice,
Pinky and The Brain, she was not going for world domination. Nope,
she was settling for dominating one man. Trevor.

The man of the hour—okay, hours—swung his Mercedes
into her driveway and cut the engine. She reached for the handle,
but before she could open the door, Trevor twined his fingers with
those on her left hand. “I really do love you, Ashley. And I’m
sorry—”

She pressed the fingers of her right hand over his
mouth. “You can apologize by going inside with me and letting me
finish this.” His eyes flicked to the house and then back to her
before he nodded. “Good.” She removed her fingers and replaced them
with her lips. Just a quick, reassuring kiss that she hoped he
remembered five minutes from now.

Chapter Three

New Track

Trevor wiped his palms on his slacks as he followed
Ashley into her home. It’d been two months since he’d seen the
inside of her place. Two months since he’d left that idiot letter
on her pillow before running away like a pansy-assed kid instead of
facing her like a man. If he had, this probably all could have been
avoided, and they’d be practically married by now. The sheer fact
that she’d gone through so much to get him back into her life
proved to him that she was up to whatever would have happened had
their relationship become known. He was such a dumb ass.

In her living room, Ashley slipped his jacket from
her shoulders and laid it across the couch. The sight of her pale,
plump ass had his dick getting hard. With every step she took in
those gravity defying heels, her butt jiggled and shook. She used
to complain about being “fat,” but to him, she was perfect. Curve
on top of curve, and he couldn’t get enough of her. After two
months of being apart, that one release wasn’t nearly enough to get
his dick under control. He needed her. Again.

In two steps his front was pressed to her back as
she strode down the hallway. What should have been a tangle of
limbs…wasn’t. Ashley strode toward her bedroom, where the door was
slightly ajar, with purpose and proved to him that his interference
wouldn’t deter her.

When she grasped his tie in her hand, his cock
hardened further. He loved this side of her. His best friend hadn’t
been lying when he’d warned that Ashley was a closet switch those
couple of months ago. He’d blown the comment off and allowed her to
take her pleasure when the three of them were together. At the
time, he knew it was their last night together and didn’t want to
ruin anything by denying either of them.

Ashley dragged him through the open doorway and he
stopped in his tracks, nearly choking when she kept moving and he
didn’t. “Ashley? Richard?” His best friend sat in Ashley’s favorite
chair in the corner, his boxer briefs barely containing the hard-on
he sported.

She stopped when she neared the bed and turned to
him, that evilly aroused expression back in place. How someone
could make him quake in fear and make his dick hard at the same
time, he didn’t know.

“You, of course, know Richard. He is here to fulfill
one of
your
fantasies this evening.”

His…fantasy? No. Oh, no. He’d had one fantasy and it
sure as shit didn’t involve Richard and there was no way…

“Shh…” Ashley pulled him close and nudged him to the
bed. She stepped between his knees and pulled his face to her
chest. “It’s okay, Trevor. I’m not making this an either-or
situation, but I just thought…”

She thought that since she trusted him, he should
trust her, and fuck if she wasn’t right. Damn it. He pressed his
face harder between her breasts, inhaling her scent and relishing
having her in his arms again. What a twisted sex life they had. Fun
as fuck, but twisted all the same.

He nodded and pulled back to look into her eyes.
“Are you sure about this, Ashley? I thought all of this was to get
us back together.”

She shook her head and turned her attention to the
man in the corner. “You were right; he’s an idiot.” She looked down
at him again. “But you’re my idiot, right?” He nodded. Idiot didn’t
mean stupid. “So, here’s the deal. Richard helped you give me
something special—”

“And I’ve always wanted a chance at your ass…”
Goddamn, the man’s voice was deep and rough. He’d confided to
Ashley that not only was Richard a perfect specimen of all that was
male, but he had a voice that could make a straight man come as
well. And now that voice was talking about him like he was a prize
to have. He didn’t think his dick could get harder than it was with
Ashley in front of him, but suddenly he felt a warm presence behind
him and it did.

Strong arms encircled him. Callused hands stroked
his neck and grasped his chin, tilting his head back until he
looked into Richard’s gaze. “This is about you tonight, Trev. We’ve
known each other twenty years and lusted after each other just as
long. You love Ashley and I’m unlovable, but I’m not dumb enough to
pass this up. One night, Trev. That’s all this is.”

One night. One night with the two people he loved
most, and then he could start his life with Ashley. He nodded and
that seemed to be the only signal Richard needed to dive in. His
best friend’s mouth captured his in a soul-searing kiss. Firm lips
pressed against his, and a strong tongue licked the seam of his
lips. Trevor hesitated, unsure if he could do this, when Richard
nipped his lower lip and lust overrode any other objections he may
have had.

Trevor opened his mouth to Richard, and just as
their tongues touched a sharp tug on his hair pulled their mouths
apart. Hearing Richard’s muffled “ow” meant that Trevor wasn’t the
only one getting his hair pulled. Now, they both shifted their
attention to Ashley.

“Now that I’ve got your attention…” She raised that
wicked brow at Richard and Trevor felt his dick throb. “Trevor,
your safe word is Smurfette.”

Trevor looked at her, and it didn’t take him long to
realize she was serious. “Smurfette?” She nodded and damned if she
didn’t look pleased with herself, too. “Why Smurfette?” Laughing
right now would be a bad, bad thing. Bad. He felt Richard’s silent
chuckles and fought the urge to elbow his best friend.

“She’s only
the
greatest Dominatrix ever.”
The woman even said it with a straight face.

“Really? Smurfette?”

She crouched down, planted her hands on his knees,
and looked him in the eyes. “Do you know of any other woman in the
world who has an entire
village
of men at her beck and
call?” She stood tall and crossed her arms beneath her breasts.
“Well, do you?”

“Do I what?” He couldn’t really think right now.
Perhaps she could leave a message and after he got done staring at
her breasts and pussy he could answer her questions.

Though, Ashley didn’t seem too tolerant at the
moment. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, and he
dragged his attention to her. “Smurfette. Got me?”

He nodded. His brain was on “fuck me” overload, and
his cock wanted inside her while his ass wanted Richard inside him.
All he knew was that he needed to come. Soon.

Ash just sighed, seeming to understand that he was
beyond thinking, and Richard just kept laughing, only now it was
out loud. She turned her attention to Richard, giving the man
orders. “Get him naked and get him fucked already. He’s useless
until he comes.”

At least she said it with a smile.

It didn’t take long for Richard strip him bare. He’d
caught sight of some scissors on the bedside table when he walked
in and worried that Ashley planned on cutting his clothes off as
he’d done to her once, but it seemed like all three of them were
anxious to get his clothes off. By the time Richard was done, both
he and his friend were naked while Ashley still wore what was left
of her clothes.

“Baby?” He wanted her breasts on display for him or
in his mouth, but he wanted them out of that leather corset.

She seemed to read his mind and just smiled. “Are we
thinking about a little blue lady?”

“No.” Hell, no.

“Then you don’t get to make demands or question.”
She patted his cheek and pushed him back onto the bed.

With the two of them watching and his dick standing
straight up between his legs, Trevor centered himself on the bed
and waited. Richard knelt between his legs and stared. The man
didn’t move a muscle beyond the rise and fall of his chest and
stared at Trevor’s cock, making him nervous. They’d seen each other
naked before on that night two months ago, but Richard acted like
he’d never seen him hard and ready.