Bred By Two Men (MFM impregnation Three-Pack) (4 page)

"Look up at me," he
commanded. I made eye contact, smiling. "That's a good girl," he
said.

When I got to where he was
standing, I looked up at him, innocently. He grabbed the bottom of my chin and
pulled me upward, putting me at eye level with his cock. I realized I was now
able to be seen out the front window, but I didn't care.

I opened my mouth to take his dick
in my mouth, but he stopped me. "Not like that," he said. "You
have to tease me first."

I looked at his cock, then back at
him. "What do you mean?"

He smiled at me. "First, lick
from my balls to my shaft. Then, at the top, flick your tongue against the tip
a couple times, then go back to teasing the shaft. Do that a couple times, then
do what you were going to do."

I looked at his balls. This would
be a lot easier if it were Mr. Brand. My tongue touched the base of his cock,
then worked it's way up, getting him really wet. "That's it," he
said, his fingers stroking my hair. It felt good for him to be playing with my
hair, and so I put that much more effort into my licks. I teased him just the
way he said, then went to suck on him.

I sucked on him for about thirty
seconds before looking up at him. He looked down at me like he was enjoying it,
but he pulled me back by my hair. "Clearly you do need help with this. I
need you to do it faster and deeper. Not only that, but you have to enjoy it.
Convince Mr. Brand that you love sucking his cock, that you worship his
cock."

Worship his cock? I looked at Mr.
Graves' dick, then starting sucking on it hard. I didn't quite know how to
worship his cock, but I tried to make it look like I was enjoying myself,
throwing my hair back and forth.

"What the fuck is going on
here?"

I threw myself back, wiping my
mouth and covering my tits with my hands. I hadn't even heard the door open,
but there stood Mr. Brand, looking furious.
This isn't the way I wanted this
to go
, I thought, my mind racing. I could feel a blush heating my cheeks.

Mr. Graves spoke first. "Hey,
you didn't tell me your babysitter was a nympho, man."

A nympho?
"Mr. Graves
told me he could show me how to give you oral sex. I didn't-"

"Stop right there," Mr.
Brand said. "And keep your voices down. I expected better out of you,
Mandy," Mr. Brand said.

I was deeply ashamed. "And
you," he said, turning to Mr. Graves. "I assume you're the one who
hung up the phone when she called the office. You know our security protocols.
I had to leave and come home right away to keep them from sending the cavalry."

Mr. Graves looked ashamed too.
Good
,
I thought. "You're right, man. I was thinking with the little brain again.
You want me to leave?"

Mr. Brand looked at me, then
shrugged. "You could if you want, but it doesn't look like she was done
with you yet. Why don't you have a seat on the couch and cool your jets for a
minute?"

Mr. Graves smiled and headed to the
couch. I looked up at Mr. Brand and started to stand. "Get back
down," he said, pushing my shoulders. I was instantly hot for him, and I
removed my hands from my body to undo his pants.

"You said Mr. Graves has been
showing you some tips? Show me," he said. My smile couldn't have been
wider.
Now THIS is the way I wanted it to go
, I thought. As soon as I
had his zipper undone, I tugged his pants down. There, standing at attention,
was his rod. Long, thick, mighty; it was everything a cock should be.

I looked up at him, then grabbed
his cock in my hand and held it up, giving some attention to his balls. I
licked my way up his shaft, maintaining eye contact the whole time. I flicked
my tongue across the tip, and he seemed to enjoy it at least as much as Mr.
Graves had. I did this a few more times, getting more and more into it as I
went. He stepped out of his pants and began to unbutton his shirt.

A few moments later, I guess Mr.
Brand was tired of being teased, because he grabbed me by the hair and pulled
me in. I opened my mouth and took him deep, and immediately began to suck on
his cock quickly and deeply. I suddenly understood what Mr. Graves had meant
when he said to worship the cock, because I soon found myself just wanting to
please him, just wanting to do what felt good for him. I looked up at him,
sucking deep, and found my hand going down to rub my pussy under my pants.

Mr. Graves interrupted the moment.
"Yeah, that's hot. Jack, do you mind bringing that hot ass over here for
me?" I had forgotten he was there.

Jack smiled and nodded. He pulled
me up by the arms then lifted me up, cradling me like a child. I leaned up and
kissed him as he carried me over to the couch. His stubble brushed across my
face, and I ran my fingers across his muscular chest. I felt perfectly safe and
warm in his arms.

He set me down on the couch, my
feet by Mr. Graves. Mr. Graves looked at me hungrily, like a feast had been set
down before him. As his hands began to work their way up my legs, a momentary
feeling of fear filled me again. Mr. Brand solved that problem. He grabbed my
chin and tilted it upward, putting his cock back in my mouth. My fear left
immediately.

I continued to suck on Mr. Brand's
cock, giving it the adoration it deserved, while Mr. Graves made it to my
pants' zipper. As he pulled my pants down, I stopped sucking and looked down at
him. I bit my lip. It was one thing to allow Mr. Brand to do this, but I barely
knew Mr. Graves.

As soon as my pants were off, Mr.
Graves dived in for my underwear. I moved my hands down to block him. "No,
stop!" I cried, but he continued to try.

"Amanda, I thought you were
past this," Mr. Brand said. I looked up him, feeling a little betrayed.
Mr. Graves used this moment of inattention to grab the delicate fabric of my
panties and tear. Like yesterday, my underwear came apart easily. I had
specifically wore this pair because of that, but I had intended for Mr. Brand
to do it, not some stranger. I wasn't sure I was ready for this.

I looked down, but before I could
object, Mr. Graves had pulled the shreds of my panties to the side and buried
his face in my pussy. I leaned my head back, enraptured, and I stopped fighting
him. He knew what he was doing, I thought, as I felt his tongue dance upon my
private parts. I was so full of ecstasy that I barely even noticed when Mr.
Brand stuck his dick back in my mouth, thrusting away.

"She tastes sweet, Jack. Sweet
as a peach," Mr. Graves said.

"Make sure you get her good
and wet for me," Mr. Brand said.

Mr. Graves laughed and went back to
eating me out.
They're going to pass me back and forth like a piece of meat
,
I thought. I chuckled to myself. I didn't care as long as they continued to give
me pleasure as good as this. I had never felt anything this good before.

I started to moan as I felt myself
rising towards climax. Mr. Brand's cock fell out of my mouth, and I felt myself
rising towards an inevitable orgasm. My face turned red, as red as the pants I
had been wearing, and I gripped Mr. Graves' hair as he continued to lick me. I
could feel him going faster, and faster, until...

My world exploded with joy as Mr.
Graves' tongue finally pushed me over the edge. I bucked my hips and arched my
back as wave after wave of sexual pleasure washed over me. Mr. Brand's mouth
clasped over my mouth as I cried out, and I bit down on his hand, unable to
stop myself from expressing myself in some way. He let this happen, but I knew
he might make me pay for it later.

When I came down off my orgasm, I
lay there writhing and whimpering for a moment while Mr. Graves continued to
lick. "Thanks for getting her warmed up for me," Mr. Brand said.
"You'll have your turn with her in a moment."

Normally I would object to being
treated like an object, but at this point, I couldn't care less. Mr. Brand
positioned his wet cock at my entrance, and I relaxed as much as I could. I was
still a little sore from yesterday, and I hoped I would be able to please him
today.

As he slid in, I bit my lip,
expecting the same pain as yesterday. To my surprise, I felt only a warm
feeling of fullness as he entered me. All of the pleasure, none of the pain. A
girl could get used to this, I thought, wrapping my hands around to his back.
As he thrust within me, I dug my nails into his back, trying to draw him
further within me. I had never felt this close to a man before.

Mr. Brand leaned up, pulling my
feet and legs up into the air as he continued to thrust. I enjoyed the view of
his strong muscles working towards one purpose: plowing my tight pussy. My view
was interrupted, however, when Mr. Graves stuck his cock in my face.

"You've got to get me wet too,
Mandy. Otherwise, how am I ever going to fit?"

I giggled to myself a little bit.
Mr. Brand was way thicker than he was, and he was fitting just fine. My hand
reached down, touching my clit as Mr. Brand rocked he harder and harder. I felt
a drop of his sweat roll off his forehead and land on my stomach; it just
turned me on even more. Servicing these two men was quickly turning into the
best experience of my life.

Mr. Brand pulled out of me and
grabbed onto my hand, pulling me up into a sitting position. He thrust his cock
into my face, and I could smell my juices coating it. I didn't care, I went
straight in, sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. I tasted my sweet pussy
all over his cock, and as I looked back up to his eyes, I went back to
worshiping his cock.

Mr. Graves pulled on my waist,
bringing my ass up in the air. I got on my hands and knees, making sure to keep
Mr. Brand's cock in my mouth. Mr. Graves buried his face in my pussy, licking
at it again. It was a weird sensation; his tongue in my pussy, his nose right
next to my asshole, but I concentrated on Mr. Brand completely.

Mr. Graves pulled away and spit on
my pussy before he did. I felt his thumb rub the moisture around on my
entrance. Then, his thumb ventured upward, playing with my asshole. This was
the last straw. I turned around and grabbed his hand. "Don't do that,"
I said firmly.

"I'll do whatever I want,
honey," he said. He positioned his cock against my pucker, threatening to
enter.

I looked up at Mr. Brand, giving
him an adorable puppy dog look, my eyes begging him to make Mr. Graves stop. As
Mr. Graves started to press against me, it turned into a look of fear. Mr.
Brand finally said, "Come on Dustin. Just put it in her cunt like a normal
person does. There's already enough gay jokes about you at work as is."

I mouthed a silent "Thank
you" to Mr. Brand before beginning to suck his cock again.

"Ha. Fine then," Mr.
Graves said. He moved his cock slightly downward and he pushed into my dripping
wet pussy. Maybe it was the position, or maybe it was that Mr. Graves' cock was
longer, but I knew he was touching a place so deep inside that nothing had
explored it before. I nearly yelped as he pushed deeper and deeper within me.

We settled into a rhythm. Every
time Mr. Graves thrusted, I took Mr. Brand's cock as far into my mouth as I
could. Mr. Graves must not have been with very many women, because soon I could
feel his rhythm changing.

"Oh God, this tight little
bitch is going to make me cum quick," Mr. Graves groaned.

My eyes went wide. It was one thing
for Mr. Brand to cum inside me, but I didn't even know this guy! I had never met
his kids, I didn't know anything about him!

"No! Don't cum inside
me!" I cried, my hands scrambling to push me up and get away.

Before I could escape, Mr. Graves'
hands were on my back, pushing my face down into the couch. I struggled a
little bit, but there was nothing I could really do. I was at his mercy. Mr.
Brand began to stroke my hair, and I felt more at peace. I heard Mr. Graves
grunt with pleasure, then I felt his cock freeze. I tensed my muscles up, tried
to close my body off, and I think it worked. When his first spurt of semen hit
my insides, I didn't feel the same sucking sensation that I had yesterday. He
continued to spurt inside of me, the excess running out around his cock as he
pumped.

Soon, he pulled out, and a river of
cum ran out of me onto the couch. I sprang up, grabbing a nearby box of tissues
and putting one underneath me. I managed to push out a fair amount right away,
and I used another tissue to try to clean up the couch before it stained. I
couldn't believe how much there was.

"I think it's time for you to
go," Mr. Brand said as I wiped the last bit off the couch.

Mr. Graves smiled. "Right. See
you at work on Monday," he said. He gave my ass a little spank, and I
yelped. "And maybe I'll see you around again, too."

"I wouldn't count on it,"
Mr. Brand growled.

Mr. Graves put his clothes on and
walked out the door, whistling as he shut it. I started to walk to the
bathroom, but Mr. Brand's arm shot out, grabbing my arm. Again, I felt weak in
the knees, unable to resist the powerful man.

"I'm not finished with you
yet," he said, his voice full of desire. He pulled me over to the couch
and laid down himself. I smiled and got on top of him. My pussy was almost
clear of the stranger's seed, but Mr. Brand didn't seem to care. I wanted him.
Without a word, I slid down on him, my pussy even wetter now that Mr. Brand was
touching me again.

I began moving up and down on him,
trying to move as quickly as my mouth had moved when I had been sucking him
off. He was enjoying the sight of my sexy little body bouncing up and down on
him, and I knew he was building towards an orgasm.

Suddenly, he reached up with both
hands and pulled me down. Just like last time, we were touching completely. His
fingers made their way to my ass, and he began to play with my asshole gently.
I froze up, and he whispered in my ear, "This hole belongs to me."