ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)


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THE BILLIONAIRE BROTHERS’ PARTY

 

Billionaire Menage Romance

 

By Astrid Lee Donovan

 

THE BILLIONAIRE BROTHERS’ PARTY

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The scenery zipped past in flourishes of emerald greens, chocolate browns and burnt oranges as the cherry red Porsche Carrera galloped through the forest.

Celia sank deeper into the leather bucket seat and stretched her frosty blue pedicured toes. The last few weeks had been a complete whirlwind for her.

Since organizing and hosting a secret orgy for her newest billion-dollar client and casual hook-up, Trent Avery, Celia had won the Avery Industries event contract and had been appointed the official event manager. Since then, Trent and his personal assistant, Ben, had whisked her across the country to see the different real estate they had at their disposal: function centers, bars and restaurants for the official events, and a brimming portfolio of luxury real estate for Trent’s special invitation-only activities.

Her appointment had come with a substantial pay raise from Avery Industries - they were paying for her professionalism and discretion after all. Still, she found it eye-opening to swap her taxicab charge cards and bus passes for town cars and private jets.

Now, Celia was zooming through a thick forest to spend the weekend with Trent for a mystery ‘group’ weekend.

The invitation came as a surprise the previous week when Ben had asked for her clothing measurements. Celia was a curvaceous woman with African heritage and she always had a terrible time buying anything off the rack, so she assumed that anything he wanted to buy for her would have to be tailored. She had done her best to weasel information from the ever-efficient Ben and evasive Trent, but they had both done their best to avoid her privately.

A broad slightly calloused hand dropped onto Celia’s knee and gave a squeeze.

“Not long now,” Trent was of all things a committed driver. They had been driving for over two hours and he didn’t seem to be letting up. Along with the motorbikes, Porches were among his favorite ‘toys’ and thinking about her first experience on a bike with Trent gave her a thrill deep in her centre. It had ended with a sumptuous orgasm in the middle of an expensive suburban street.

Tired of the long journey, Celia turned on her charm, “Can’t we stop for at least a while?” she let her fingers play along the top of his broad thigh, coming to rest just in front of his hip crease, “It’s been such a long and hard,” her hand slid over the soft denim to his tight crotch, “drive in these thick,” she gave a squeeze, “woods. I think you deserve a little rest and recuperation before we make it to our destination.”

Trent couldn’t keep the smile from tugging his lips into a cheeky grin.

“You know, I hate being late,”

“Yes…”

“And what you’re proposing is going to make us very, very, late,” he took his eyes off the road for the briefest of moments and winked at Celia.
“Well,” Celia scooted forward in her bucket chair and leant slightly over the console, drawing Trent’s attention “I could do something for you to get you in the party mood,” she gently bit her pillowy lower lip.

“You know, that’s not just unfair, but you’re suggesting putting the brains in this whole Avery Industries operation into a distracting situation,” he practically squirmed with desire, his jeans aching to be opened and his magnificent length taken to hand.

Celia rolled her eyes and then rubbed her palm down into the bulge, causing Trent to buckle, groan and thrust his pelvis, the Porsche trembling ever so slightly.

With a wicked smile, Celia reached to Trent’s fly and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his soft jeans. Peeling apart, the jeans unveiled an eruption of flesh swathed in a soft boxer brief. Even through the dense cotton she could see the outline of a hard and veiny cock pulsate with want.

Sliding her cool hands into the fly, she took hold of his thickening manhood and freed it from its entrapment, the foreskin on his delicious cock pulling back to reveal a tip wet with pre-cum.

Celia slowly wrapped her fingers around the girth of the cock and ever so slowly slid her hand down its length, pulling more of the foreskin back to reveal the swollen purpling head.

Groaning with delight, Trent thrust his cock up into her palm, and gripped his steering wheel with renewed strength.

“Is this what you like boss?” Celia said ever so sweetly, “You want your sweet little staff member to give you a hand?” her hand rode back up the cock and slid down, pumping gently.

Gasping, Trent writhed underneath her touch, “Fuck, you can’t talk like that right now. Part of me wants to reach across, tear you out of those clothes and screw you like an intern, the other part is trying desperately to not hit a fucking tree,”

Celia chuckled, “Ok, I’ll just do what a good girl does,” and her hand played back down and up, elongating his throbbing cock.

Shuffling ever closer, she leaned further over the console and brought her soft lips down to the quivering cock. Opening her mouth just slightly, she slid the head of the penis into her tight mouth letting her flat tongue swirl over the swollen top and ring his ridge. Her other hand held the cock steady, and with gentle pressure Celia began to feed more of the cock into her mouth and then back up, her salivating mouth slicking his thickness.

Trent gasped and moaned, his senses reeling as his rigidness slid into Celia’s soft, warm and wet mouth. Releasing one hand from the wheel he curled his fingers into Celia’s glossy hair and brought her mouth further down his length.

Delighted at Trent’s enthusiasm, Celia released her hand that was wrapped around the base of the cock and let Trent guide more of himself into her.

Powered by Trent’s micro hip thrusts, Celia devoured more and more of her boss’ sex, relaxing her throat to let his cock slide in to the hilt. Getting faster, Celia bobbed her head up and down letting her soft lips become the pussy she wished he were fucking. Her panties were creaming with the thought of having him, but she knew her time would eventually come.

Trent grunted and increased the tension of his hand on Celia’s head, the feeling of her saliva dribble over his tightening balls intensifying his rush.

Fiercely gripping the steering wheel with his remaining hand, Trent flew the car around the bends and down the straights, the vibration of the engine and grunt of the car adding to his fraying control.

With his balls rising and tightening, Trent pushed Celia’s head down and plunged deeply into her mouth, a final flick of her slippery tongue causing him to jet his hot cum down the back of her throat.

Feeling Trent’s cock twitching with release, Celia drank down his saltiness, hungrily licking up his cock as she peeled away from his throbbing member.

Wiping the corners of her smiling mouth, Celia leant forward and gave Trent’s sweaty neck an appreciative little suck.

“You are one dangerous passenger,” Trent chuckled, using his free hand to tuck himself back into his jeans, “And lucky for us, we’re now at our first stop,”

The tree line gave way into a brief clearing showing a gas station, a corner shop, and a take-out joint and grungy motel.

Trent picked a parking space outside the motel and turned off the ignition.

“Now, this is just a temporary stop for a shower and change of clothes,” Trent turned in his seat to look at Celia, “As you are aware, Ben has been kind enough to make arrangements for you for this… particular occasion,” Trent’s eyes glistened, just as he was about to open his mouth the shrill ring of his cell phone erupted.

Puzzled, Trent dug out his phone and stared at the screen, “Sorry Celia, this shouldn’t take a moment,” he flicked the phone to connect.

“Trent Avery speaking… yes, I wasn’t expecting your call until Wednesday at the earliest… I see… no, I’m actually having a weekend away at a lake-house so I… hold on, they made the decision now?  Why?” Trent sighed and massaged his temple as he heard the caller on the other end explain why he was talking business on what was to be a sexy weekend away.

“I’m going to have to make some arrangements to organize this, I’ll have to drive into the next town to get internet access to review the contracts and get my legal team up to finalize… you sure drive a hard bargain. Thanks, I’ll be in touch,” with that, Trent ended the call and slunk down into his seat.

“You will not believe the agony of this merger…” he sat up and clasped Celia’s hands, “Celia, I’m going to have to drop you here with your change of clothes then zoom up to the house, which by now you know is a lake-house, and I’ll get our host’s assistant to pick you up. I stalled the guy on the phone so I can call my team and get them into the office to look at this merger document. I’m sorry this isn’t the way I expected the weekend to start, but I’ll make it up to you when I see you in an hour or two, ok?”

Although peeved, Celia gave a shrug “It’s fine Trent, don’t worry.”

Trent clasped her chin with his hand and kissed her gently
.

*****

Scooting out of the sports car, Celia headed straight for the check-in desk while Trent rummaged through the trunk to find Celia’s set of clothes.

Entering the 1960s foyer, Celia was struck by a sense of going back in time; the linoleum floors were a parquetry design and the wall-to-wall wooden cladding was peeling in segments. Reaching the mint-colored reception desk, Celia bopped her hand on the bell.

Appearing from behind a doorway was a wiry looking guy in his mid 50s sporting a well-loved flannelette button-down shirt, sandy corduroys and dark swept-back hair that was showing steel streaks. His narrow face lit-up when he saw Celia waiting by the desk, Celia guessed that she was probably one of the few customers who came through this part of the countryside.

“What can I do for you?” the attendant asked, eyeing her well-cut clothing, Celia could see a tiny silver cross and chain glinting through the slightly open neck of his shirt.

“I have a strange request, I’m heading to a birthday party and need to hire a room for just a few hours to get dressed,”

The attendant narrowed his eyes seeing that she carried no luggage, “Your bags in the car?”

“Oh,” Celia pointed to Trent in the car park, “My… cousin is grabbing my clothes, you see it’s a surprise I’m here, it’s for my grandma’s 95
th
birthday and she thinks I’m in Europe. I’ve had a long flight and my cousin has dragged me miles in his squishy car to get me here for the celebrations,” Celia smiled. She got the distinct impression that this guy appreciated thinking that Trent was not a love interest.

“Oh, ok,” he nodded, “Well, I can certainly accommodate you, but…” the attendant was making a show of flipping pages in what had to be an out-dated logbook, “The best room I can give you at such short notice is the room just over from this one. For some reason the shower pressure is always better in that one than the others,” he gave a friendly wink, “But don’t tell anyone or that room will be booked months in advance.”

Celia wrote down her information and peeled off some notes to pay for the room before the attendant motioned to take her to the room.

“I must apologize for seeming suspicious before. You see, we have had some funny crowds before and this establishment is run on good Christian values. The townspeople would never recommend us if they thought we were renting rooms for promiscuous reasons,” the attendant wrung his hands as he explained, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation. Celia noticed that he didn’t seem to be wearing a wedding band.

“Did your parents start this motel?” Celia hoped to make him more comfortable,

“Yes, they picked the décor and everything. They’re a little old to be working too much now, so I help run this place.” He unlocked the door, flicked the light and ushered her in.

Just as she had come to expect, the room was a vision of brown, complete with a wooden crucifix over the bed and a hideous orange bedspread completing the image.

“Shower and bathroom is through there, and you can call me at reception if you need anything.”

Just then Trent appeared in the room, “Oh, wow, this is something,” his eyes drifted over the décor.

“Celia, I have your change of clothes here, I’ve arranged for someone to drive the Porsche back and pick you up by 6pm. Will that be enough time?”

“Sure!” Celia called from the moss-green bathroom and poked her head around the corner; “I’ll see you then!”

Trent waved before ducking back to his car and tearing off towards the lake-house.

“Umm, well, if you need anything you can buzz me. My name’s Ian, so… anything you need… give good old Ian a call…” He dropped the keys on the bed and backed out of the room, shutting the door gently.

To the layperson, Celia was just checking out the bathroom, but she had her suspicions on this room and the motel operator - exciting suspicions.

*****

After a few minutes of wandering around the room, Celia made her way to the double bed and sat down, the bed giving off a distinctive creak.

She had some time to kill, so Celia reclined on the bed, letting her hands trail over her body. She felt her ample bosom through her soft blouse, cupping the breasts and massaging the nipples gently. She then let her fingers trail over her smooth stomach to her jeaned thighs and gave them a generous rub and squeeze. Alternating between breasts and thighs, her gentle touch was enlivening her centre.

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