Dixie Lynn Dwyer (19 page)

Hell yeah. Mama’s been waiting far too long.

Her breasts were pressed against the wood, her face closer toward the side edge of the table, and her legs spread wide with Tyler right behind her. She shook. He was so close.

“Get ready, Paula. You’ve been a naughty girl.” Tyler spanked her ass, and she was surprised that it was so light.
Is he afraid to be forceful?

“This is for testing our patience.”

Smack.

A little harder, but still not like the first time he spanked her.

“This is for wearing that dress in public.”

Smack.

Oh yeah, that’s better.

“This is for not wearing any panties.”

Smack.

“Oh!”

That’s more like it.

“Open your mouth,” Matt ordered firmly, and she felt the cream drip down her inner thigh. She opened her mouth and felt his hand in her hair moving her toward the edge. He pressed his cock into her mouth and she moaned.

“Suck him good. You have a lot of making up to do. Especially for playing these types of games,” Tyler whispered then smacked her hard three times in a row.

She squealed against Matt’s cock and then felt the fingers push up into her pussy.

Matt pulled his cock from her lips.

“You’ve been really bad, and we won’t tolerate such games.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Matt!” she screamed her release as Matt smacked her ass hard.

Tyler pulled her up and pushed the dress down and off of her. There she stood in her hot-pink stilettos, legs shaking and so aroused she was unsteady on her feet.

Both men had their arms crossed in front of their chests.

“You look so fucking hot, naked, pink ass, pussy dripping with cum, and only wearing hot-pink stilettos. Grab condoms, Matt,” Tyler stated.

“Don’t have to,” Paula said, stopping Matt as he reached to the floor, picked up his jeans, and searched the pocket.

“What? Why not?” Tyler asked, and she smiled. She couldn’t wait to tell them.

“I saw the doctor. I’m on birth control now.”

Tyler’s eyes matched the intense, wild look in Matt’s eyes.

“Fuck yeah!” Matt threw his pants over his shoulder then reached for Paula, lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder as he stomped upstairs to the bedroom. Tyler gave her ass a spanking the entire way, and by the time they got her there, she was a ready to explode.

Matt lay down on the bed, and Tyler placed her onto his lap. She immediately took him inside of her as Tyler removed her shoes. Moving up and down, she closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling of Matt’s thick, hard cock pressed hard against her vaginal muscles. He grabbed her hips and thrust upward at such a fast speed that she lost her control. A drawer slammed, and then she felt Tyler behind her, pressing her down and against Matt’s chest. She and Matt locked gazes. “I love you,” she whispered, and he smiled.

“I love you, too.”

She licked his lips and began kissing him deeply as the feel of cold gel hit her anus.

Matt held her tight, and she felt the tip of Tyler’s cock against her puckered hole.

Tyler grabbed her hair and pushed it aside as he caressed her shoulders and her back then her ass. She felt him spread her ass cheeks, and she moaned as she released Matt’s lips to breathe.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed.

“I love you, too, Paula.” Tyler pushed forward, penetrating her ass in one smooth stroke.

She screamed his name then accepted their control of her body while she absorbed every sensation.

“I love you, too, Tyler.”

Smack.

“Ouch.”

“We love you more, and if you ever pull a stunt like this again, you won’t be able to sit for a week.” He pulled back before thrusting forward hard.

“Promises, promises,” she barely stated, out of breath. Matt thrust upward, and the two men began a pace that let her know they were completely in charge.

“That sounds like a challenge, Tyler,” Matt stated through clenched teeth. They were moving quickly now, and she felt their cocks thicken, the skin-to-skin contact so much more amazing than when they had to wear condoms. She dreamed about this and how close and connected they would feel.

“We’ve got the rest of our lives together, so we accept her challenge. Next time she acts up, we’ll tie her to the bed spread-eagle and use some of those new toys you purchased,” Tyler stated. Matt grabbed her hands and held her wrists with one of his hands as they continued to make love to her.

“Who is in control always, Paula?”

She moaned and felt herself beginning to reach her peak.

“Who?” Matt yelled as he thrust upward.

“You both are. Both of you!” she yelled as Tyler and Matt moved faster and faster into her before exploding inside of her. They were panting for air, and she was holding tight, trying not to come until they gave her permission.

“Oh!” she moaned then rocked her hips and exploded anyway. She panted for air as she kissed Matt’s chest.

Smack.

“Oh!” She hadn’t expected that.

“We didn’t say you could come yet,” Tyler stated.

“Oh God, you can’t be serious.”

“Matt. I think we need to get out those toys. Our woman needs discipline and it starts right now.”

She tried to hide her smile as she pretended exhaustion against Matt’s chest. Truth was that she needed them to be like this just as much as they needed her submission. She came to realize that they weren’t really Doms at all but just very sexually creative men who enjoyed dominance and control in the bedroom, and that suited her just fine. They made her feel safe and secure and so very loved, she knew she would never be the same woman again. They gave her strength, made her want to fight to get away from Jimmy, and they gave her hope that life can change for the better, no matter what her past.

She licked Matt’s skin then slowly rose up and moved her pussy over Matt’s cock while she thrust back against Tyler’s cock that was still deep inside of her. She whispered in a sexy voice, “What kind of toys are we talking about? I’m game.”

THE END

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People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern-day arranged marriage kind of thing, and my momma downright refused.

Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English-speaking Southerners, they wanted the family bloodline to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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