Taking What's Naughty (Forced Submission #6)(2)
“We’ll take turns at first. Get her cunt good and ready for us before we all take her together.” Thinking about all of us taking turns rutting into her body, filling it with cum, turn after turn, almost has me cumming in my five thousand dollar suit. She’s going to be f*cking covered in us by the time we’re done with her. We’ll keep her bound to that bed until her belly starts to swell if that’s what it takes.
“Fuck,” Kellan mutters, gripping his own cock through his pants. “Please tell me she’s f*cking close. If not, I’m going to have to use the bathroom to rub one out before we head out. I’ll never make it.”
“I’m not that mean.” I smirk and stand from my chair. I pull my suit jacket off and throw it over my chair. “Follow me.”
We make our way out of the conference room, towards the door at the end of the hall. The Christmas lights still light up the offices and soft holiday carols are playing. The once-full building is now empty, everyone hurrying home to their families on Christmas Eve. We’re the only ones remaining, so no one will hear. No one will ever know.
I pull the key from my pocket and unlock the door, letting it swing wide open, revealing one very pissed off Christmas treat we’re about to devour.
Chapter 2
Damon
Leila is looking between all three of us and staring daggers. She’s trying to talk around the gag, but her angry words are muffled.
“Well, that’s one way to do it,” Remy says, walking closer to the bed. He stops on the right side, standing a few feet away and stares down at her. “Jesus f*cking Christ. She’s perfect.” He whispers the words as he reaches out to touch her, but he pulls his hand back. I think he’s afraid to touch her because the dream might end.
I can see Leila’s blush from where I’m standing, no doubt because she’s on full display for the three of us. I turn, locking the door behind us just to ensure there’s no possible way we’ll be disturbed. And we wouldn’t want our woman trying to get away from us.
“Looks like you’ve already had some fun without us,” Kellan says as he looks down at the dried cum on her belly. He smiles at me and raises an eyebrow. He moves to the left side of the bed as he licks his lips and rubs his crotch. “My God, Leila. You’re the most beautiful thing we’ve ever seen.”
The three of us are so close and have known each other for so long that there’s never a hint of jealousy between us. It’s like with anything we do, if one of us succeeds, we all succeed. So even though I was able to mark her first, it’s as if we all did it together.
“Yes, as you can see, the sight of our little Leila all spread out was too much for me to handle. I’ll sit this one out and let you two catch up.” I walk over to the side of the room and take one of the large leather chairs, moving it towards the foot of the bed. I sit down in the chair and lean back, a perfect view of Leila on display in front of me. “We can all mark her, then decide who’s going to take her * first.”
“Fuck, you don’t have to tell me twice.” Remy starts unbuttoning his shirt right away, hurriedly trying to get naked. Kellan is more controlled, taking his clothes off slowly as if he’s calculating every move.
Looking over at Leila, I see her breathing pick up. She’s not saying anything anymore, she’s just lying there with her arms above her head, looking back and forth between the two men.
Her big breasts look more swollen than earlier, and her hard nipples are jutting up in tight peaks. I see her chest rising and falling with her quick breaths, and it makes them jiggle a little. The sight makes my cock even harder as I imagine sliding it between her two fat tits. My ten-inch cock would be smothered by all her soft flesh cushioning my every thrust. It would disappear as I held her snugly around me and took out my pleasure on them, the tip of my cock peeking up through the top and touching her chin. God, if only her warm tongue could come out and lick me in invitation to let me know she welcomes my taste.
Closing my eyes tightly, I know I’ll have do it. I’ll need to take off the gag to fully enjoy it, so hopefully Leila cooperates. A few orgasms should soften her up.
When I open my eyes, I see both Kellan and Remy are getting on the bed with Leila. They kneel on either side of her, their large bodies looming over her. Remy takes his cock in his hand, roughly stroking it, not wasting any time. Kellan just runs the tips of his fingers up and down the underside of his cock, teasing himself.
Leila’s breathing is speeding up, and I can almost see her heart beating out of her chest. My eyes travel down from her tits to her soft belly. She curves in at the waist but has a soft roll around her middle. I see it sometimes in her clothes where it comes over the tops of her skirts or slacks, and it makes me so unbelievably hard. Her soft flesh around her middle begs me to nibble and bite it, to run my hands along her body there and squeeze the skin, thinking about our babies growing inside her there. Leila indulges in food and the things she loves. Her body is a reflection of her love of life and of her indulgence the things she craves—how could that not turn me on? I see her belly giggle a little as her body clenches and twists in the ropes. I lick my lips, thinking about dipping my tongue into her bellybutton and nibbling on her softness.
“Fuck!” Remy shouts, but he doesn’t cum. I look over and see him pinch the end of his cock to stop the flow of semen from coming out. A few thick white drops start to fall onto Leila’s belly, and he moans. “I don’t want it to end yet.”