Hands moved over me, and I started to lose myself as they both leaned over me, kissing me. I moaned into one mouth as fingers slipped between my soaking wet pussy lips, only to be pulled away and taken by another pair of lips as the fingers slipped inside. I whimpered as hands found my breasts and my ass, squeezing and swatting as fingers curled inside my slick pussy.
I gasped as I felt fabric move over my wrists, pulling tight. My eyes shot open to see Foster grinning at me. “I did tell you we were going to tie you to the bed.”
His eyes searched mine, as if making sure this wasn’t too far past my comfort zone. I quickly nodded.
“Yes, please,” I managed to gasp out.
His grin got hungrier as he pulled at the fabric — my sarong — looping it over the bar by my headboard and then tying it to my other wrist.
I felt hands pushing my legs apart, and I moaned as I glanced down to see Zane moving between them. His mouth trailed up my thighs, making me gasp before suddenly, he dove into my center. I cried out as his tongue pushed deep into my pussy, sliding up to tease my clit before delving deep for more.
Foster moved forward, his hand pumping his big dick as he eased it towards my mouth.
“Now be a good girl,” he growled.
I actually got wetter.
I opened my mouth hungrily, moaning as I felt his big, velvety head slip over my pouty lips. He groaned as he grabbed my hair and started to push into my mouth, his face tight and his lust-hooded eyes fixed on me as I sucked his big cock.
I whimpered as I felt Zane pull away from my slick pussy, but then I felt him kneel between my legs and groaned. The huge head of his cock nestled against my hot center, teasing me.
“You ready for two, gorgeous?”
I whimpered, nodding eagerly, my moans muffled by Foster’s cock between my lips.
Zane chuckled. “We’re about to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked, sweetheart.”
He eased forward, and I moaned again as I felt his enormous cock slip between my soft lips and slide inside. My walls gripped at him, and my breath caught in my throat as he pushed in deeper and deeper — deeper than I’d ever felt a man before, until I could feel his balls resting on my ass. He groaned out loud, his hands gripping my waist as he started to pull back, only to bury every inch of himself to the hilt all over again.
They started to move like that, Zane fucking me with deep, pumping strokes and Foster’s cock pumping in and out of my wet mouth as his hands tangled in my hair. I writhed as they double-teamed me, straining at my bonds and moaning in pleasure as they fucked me from both ends.
Zane started to move faster, fucking me harder and pushing me deeper onto his buddy’s cock. Foster’s hands moved to my breasts, teasing and pulling at my nipples and sending my body into orbit. The two of them grunted and groaned, hands stroking my body and leaving electric shivers in their wake as they sawed me back and forth.
“Fuck, man, let’s switch,” Foster finally growled out, pulling from my hungry mouth.
Zane groaned and moved from between my legs, the two of them swapping. I felt Foster ease his slick cock against my drooling pussy, sliding in with one stroke and making me cry out. Zane’s slick cock moved to my lips, and I hungrily opened my mouth for him. I didn’t care that I could taste myself on him — in fact, the dirtiness of it only sent me higher into orbit.
Hands stroked me, Foster fucking me hard on one end while Zane groaned with his cock buried in my mouth on the other end. I could feel the wave coming, the orgasm threatening to tear its way out as I lost myself in this totally filthy, totally amazing fantasy come to life.
I was going to come, and I was going to come hard. Two rough, gorgeous, tattooed men were going to make me come on both their cocks.
It was so filthy. So wrong. So out of character.
And so good.
“Shit, girl, I’m gonna come,” Zane groaned, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth. I only moaned louder, sucking him harder and swirling my tongue over his head. He tossed his head back as he grunted, and I felt his big dick throb in my mouth as spurt after spurt of salty cum filled my mouth.
It seemed to send Foster into overdrive, and he suddenly grabbed my ass in both his hands, pulling me off the bed and against him as he started to fuck me hard — hard like I’d never been fucked before and hard like I’d never realized I wanted it. He slid in deep, and before I knew it, the wave was crashing over me
I came with a scream, muffled by Zane’s cock still thrusting between my lips and with Foster burying himself balls-deep inside of me as he roared. He pulled out, his fist pumping his slick cock as rope after rope of sticky cum splashed across my belly and my breasts, dripping between my legs.
Holy. Shit.
“Fuck, girl,” Foster groaned, rolling over and dropping to the bed next to me with a heavy breath. Zane grinned as he reached down and undid my hands before easing to the bed on the other side of me.
“Shit that was good,” he growled, his hand stroking my face as he leaned in and kissed my lips.
“That was…. That was…” I gasped, almost laughing as I shook my head with a goofy grin. “That was wow.”
“Not a bad one for the vacation memories, huh?” Foster chuckled stroking my thigh.
I laughed. “Uh no, not at all.”
We lay there for another half an hour or so, quietly chatting about nothing, while they both stroked my skin as I came back down from orbit.
“So, in the fantasy, we just leave after, huh?”
I turned to look at Foster, biting my lip. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Truth be told, the fantasy never got to that part. And a strange part of me wanted them to stay, even if I couldn’t imagine what that would mean.
I suddenly imagined breakfast with Frank and my mother, with these two in tow, and I grinned.
“We should split,” Zane said quietly as he sat up. He looked down at me, and our eyes locked for a second. “Tonight was amazing, Cassandra,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue in this insanely sexy, exotic way.
“Fucking out of this world,” Foster whispered into my ear, kissing my neck there and making me shiver as he stood from the bed.
The men pulled their shorts back on, regrettably hiding those amazing cocks of theirs.
“And just so you know, we’re disappearing today but, uh, we’re around tomorrow,” Zane said with a small shrug and a grin my way.
I blushed, pulling a sheet over me as if suddenly modest.
“Well, maybe I’ll see you at the bar again tomorrow.”
The men grinned, winking at me before turning for the door.
“We’ll be looking for you,” Foster called over his shoulder.
And then they were gone.
Chapter 7
I poked at eggs benedict, watching the yolk ooze and mix with the hollandaise sauce. I was eating breakfast alone the next day, and I was so thankful for that. The idea of sitting with my mother and Frank after the night I’d had, dodging “oh, what did you do last night?” questions was more than I could even handle. No way I could have survived that without the heated glow in my face giving the whole thing away.
Or at least without making me look like a stammering weirdo.