The Domville 5 (The Domville #5) (5 page)

‘Yes,’ I whimpered, imagining him licking me. I
took a sip of my own drink instead, giving me something else to occupy my
mouth.

‘So, what exactly are you looking for?’ he
asked, tearing his eyes away from me and looking over at Anthony.

‘My fantasy is to take a back seat, to give
orders and watch someone give her pleasure, then, if she’s not too spent, to
both fuck her at the same time,’ he replied. I nearly spat my champagne all
over Paul. Two men at once? We’d not discussed
that.

‘Then let me tell you that I’d be honoured to
be that man for you. My eyes were drawn to her the minute you entered the room.
The thought of tasting her pussy while you watch is very appealing. You’re a
very lucky man, she’s incredibly beautiful.’

‘I know I am, and I can tell you that her tight
little pussy tastes even better than you’ve been imagining. A few licks has her
gushing and she loves for her clit to be bitten while she’s finger fucked,
front or back. She loves to kiss me after too, to taste herself on my lips as I
pound her.’

‘Anthony,’ I admonished. We were in public, who
knew who was listening. But damn, if I wasn’t flooding at the thought,
especially to see both men now sporting sizeable erections.

‘No need to be coy, Tracy. Everyone’s here for
sex and Paul has a right to know what he’s letting himself in for and what
turns you on the most.’

‘Does that mean we’re on?’ Paul asked, his eyes
immediately lighting up.

‘That all depends on you, Tracy. I already know
that you find Paul attractive, but are you prepared to actually go through with
this?’ Anthony asked, giving his approval, while offering me a final out. I
nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up as both men smiled at me. Holy shit, what had
I just let myself in for?

Anthony

The three of us entered the lift together and I wished I had
a jacket to cover the tent in my trousers. I’d been stiff from the moment we
walked into that ballroom. Seeing men, and women, lusting after Tracy had my
blood pumping through my veins with force. I wasn’t sure she’d actually agree
to let anyone come back with us, so to all be standing here together had
already exceeded my expectations. I positioned her in front of me, my arms
around her waist, in part to shield my obvious arousal. A small part of me,
however, wanted to make it clear to Paul that while I was willing to allow
this, she was still mine. I could hear her breathing erratically and checked no
one was watching before I slid one hand up to her breast and ran my fingers
over her nipple. It was as hard as my cock, she was aroused too. I heard a
breathy moan leave her lips as I pinched her peaked nub, grinding my erection
into her curvaceous backside, longing for some relief.

Paul stood at our side. He’d removed his jacket
to cover his hard-on. I’d known he was Tracy’s type the minute I laid eyes on
him. In my job, I’d grown accustomed to weighing up people fast, detecting the
liars and the guilty from the honest innocents. I was confident he was a good
guy. The excitement I felt at finally getting to watch and live out my deep
rooted fantasy was unbearable. The sexual tension filling this small space was
palpable. I wondered if the other occupants of the lift were as aware of it? A
couple got out and we started our ascent again. I’d chosen to go back to our
room, so Tracy wouldn’t feel awkward if she needed to freshen up, or if any
articles of clothing were ripped or went astray. Given the amount of pleasure I
wanted her to get from this, she’d probably be grateful to collapse in her own
bed without having to traverse the hotel, very possibly in a dishevelled state.

‘This is us,’ I confirmed, as we reached the
seventh floor. Thankfully no one else got out, my erection would go unseen by
anyone but Tracy, Paul and quite possibly the security guard monitoring the
corridor feeds. I’m sure they’d seen it all, and worse. I made short work of
opening our suite and gestured them both into our lounge. Tracy looked on edge,
nervous and horny wrapped up into one delicious package. Paul couldn’t take his
eyes off her. I decided to prolong the agony slightly for us all and headed
over to the mini bar. ‘Would anyone like a drink?’

‘I’m good,’ Paul croaked, his voice heavy with
lust.

‘Me too,’ came Tracy’s breathy tone.

‘For this to work, I want you to imagine I’m a
director on a film set. An X-rated film. I’ll give directions and orders and I
want you to carry them out, no hesitation. Any objections?’

‘None from me,’ Paul confirmed, tossing his
jacket over the back of the sofa. I poured myself a whisky, but I’d have to
forgo ice this time, no way was I prepared to drag it out for that long. I
looked over my shoulder and raised my eyebrows at Tracy, waiting for her
response.

‘None, I guess,’ she replied. I held her gaze,
to make sure her eyes were telling me that she was still ok. I saw no
reservations, I just saw the flush of embarrassment in her cheeks. Being sexual
around me came natural to her, well it had lately, but she was still relatively
inexperienced. She was bound to have some nerves. I took a seat in the
comfortable armchair, placing one ankle up on my knee as I settled in.

‘I want you to start by kissing. Tongue is
permitted, along with gentle biting, but no drawing of blood or bruising. You
can grope and pull her hair, but not forcefully, neither of us is into pain.
Begin,’ I instructed. Fuck, just the thought of watching them was so hot. How
the hell would I feel when they actually started?

Paul wasted no time in pulling her to him by
the waist. She looked up at him through her lashes, her chest heaving. Moments
later their lips merged in a frenzied kiss, steam virtually oozing from their
mouths. Paul’s one hand grasped her bottom, his fingers digging in and
kneading, while the other gently anchored her head by pulling on her ponytail.
I heard a whimper come from her, as her hands reached to grip his biceps. His
hips started to slowly circle, grinding himself against her stomach. I sipped
my drink, allowing the cool liquid to trickle down my throat, developing into a
warm burn that matched the one heating up my groin. Their kissing grew more
vigorous, plunges of tongues into mouths, Tracy’s hands moving up to grip his
silver streaked hair, just the way she loved to grip mine.

‘Remove her dress,’ I ordered, impatient to see
her naked. I slid down in the armchair, spreading my legs wide, so as not to
impact on my aching and swollen balls. Paul’s hands worked fast at the tie on
her left hip, deftly undoing the knot and unravelling it. His fingers moved up
to her chest, parting the material and sliding it off her shoulders and down
her arms. Fuck! She’d put on the red lingerie I’d got for her, I’d hoped she
would. It was so damn sexy. Not sheer, but the small gaps in the lace pattern
showed enough of her nipples and made it obvious that her pussy was waxed.

‘Christ,’ Paul groaned as the dress slithered
to the floor, unveiling her gorgeous and toned body. Her black lace top hold-up
stockings clung to her sexy thighs like a mountaineer scaling Everest. ‘You’re
so fucking sexy, Tracy. I want to kiss and lick you, all over.’

‘I think it’s time we saw some of your body
first, Paul. Kick off your shoes and remove your socks, then let Tracy undo
your shirt.’

‘No problem,’ he replied, quickly doing as he
was asked. Tracy looked over at me, her full lips slightly swollen from their
kissing, her eyes heavy with desire.

‘Ok, sweetheart?’ I asked. ‘Wet yet?’

‘Soaking,’ she breathed. ‘I need to come,
desperately.’

‘All in good time,’ I chuckled. It was heady to
know that I held all of the power here. I controlled their pleasure, as well as
my own. Paul straightened up and Tracy grabbed at his shirt immediately,
buttons popping free with speed. As soon as she’d tossed it aside, her hands
were rubbing over his chest and torso. He was in great shape, a gentle six pack
just about showing. Lean and toned, just how my girl liked her men. ‘Suck and
bite on his nipples while you stroke his cock over his trousers.’ I could hear
the excitement in my voice and as she did as she was told, Paul let out a loud
groan. My hand reached for my own trouser clad erection and squeezed hard,
mimicking her actions.

‘Fuck,’ Paul groaned, tugging at her ponytail
as she nibbled his nipple. Her hand worked over his cock again and again, fast
hard strokes that had him writhing and cursing under his breath.

‘Strip off the rest of his clothes, Tracy. Let’s
get a look at what’s in store for you later.’

‘Please,’ she nodded, grappling at his belt.
She looked beside herself as she unveiled him. His cock was a decent size and
jutted out angrily from his pelvis. He was cut, whereas I was still intact.  Tracy’s
eyes were on stalks as she took in this new look.

‘I want you to try him, see if he tastes any
good. Suck him the way you would me, sweetheart.’ My voice was low and husky,
giving away just how turned on I was as she dropped to her knees and swept her
tongue over his wet crown. Whenever Tracy had my cock in her mouth, I was too
busy enjoying the sensation to watch her face properly, to see the enjoyment
she got out of it. To have the luxury of sitting back to observe was everything
I’d hoped it would be. She lapped eagerly, then slowly engulfed him, turning
her eyes to the side to watch my reaction. I groaned at the same time as Paul,
squeezing my shaft tightly. ‘Don’t watch me, watch Paul. Let him see how much
you love giving head.’

‘Christ, she’s good,’ Paul uttered as he
grabbed her ponytail again and pulled tightly, angling her face up to his. ‘I’m
so close, I’d love to come in her mouth and have her swallow, before I return
the favour and eat her pussy.’

‘She loves swallowing, also when I hold her
head and fuck her mouth. Go for it.’ I made short work of stripping off my
waistcoat and shirt, then pulling off my shoes and socks and shuffling out of
my trousers, before sitting down again and sliding my hand into my boxers.
Seeing her sucking him was a potent aphrodisiac. Any fears I’d had of jealousy
rearing its ugly head seemed unfounded at the moment. As long as I was here and
in control, I had no reason to feel jealous. She was only doing this because I’d
allowed it, because I craved it, though I wondered how I’d feel to see him sink
his cock inside her. The noise of her sucking and choking as he hit the back of
her throat had my balls tighten. Shit, I was so close to coming myself.

‘Jesus, I’m … O, fuck. I’m coming, Tracy, I’m
coming,’ Paul moaned, his hips moving faster. She gripped his backside and
pulled him further into her mouth, closing her eyes as she hollowed her cheeks
and sucked even harder. I fought my own urge to come, I wanted to fill her mouth
as well. ‘Shit!’ he cried, his body tensing as his face scrunched up in
pleasure, then relaxed. I watched as Tracy swallowed hard a few times, then
slowly retracted, licking him clean.

‘Tracy, my cock, now,’ I called, desperate for
release. She let go of Paul and scrambled on her hands and knees to me. I
lifted my backside and let her tug my boxers down to my ankles before she took
me in her mouth. Seconds later my fingers curled around the arms of the chair
as I unleashed a forceful torrent of come into her already warm and wet throat.
My head dropped back as I tried to catch my breath, the sound of Paul still
panting in the background. Damn, we hadn’t even got to her being eaten out or
fucked, and I was already ecstatic with the way my fantasy was playing out.

Tracy

I did as I was told and went to sit on the sofa,
pulling up my feet onto the seat and spreading my legs with Paul and Anthony
watching, naked. My nerves had gone the moment Paul had started kissing me. He
was good, different to Anthony, but it somehow felt hotter in that moment,
knowing it was turning Anthony on so much. I could tell by the tone of his
voice, the noise and speed of his breathing. Sucking another cock had been
heady. He was smaller lengthwise but had more girth and didn’t taste as sweet
as Anthony did. I was excited to be experiencing another cock, but was happy
that I preferred my original one, the one I was going to be keeping for life. I
pulled the lace of my bra down and tucked it under my breasts, freeing my
painfully stiff nipples, to murmurs of appreciation from both men. Anthony was
still sitting in his armchair, directing our every move. Paul was kneeling on
the floor in front of me, his eyes focused on my fingers, currently rubbing and
pulling my nipples. I’d never been so wet, I was sure he could see the damp
lace at the apex of my thighs.

‘Pinch your nipples, Tracy. Show Paul how hard
they get before he sucks and bites them,’ Anthony called. I held Paul’s gaze as
I did as I was told. My back arched as I panted, the stimulation sending
intense surges of pleasure through my already saturated body. I was close to
overload and I hadn’t even come yet.

‘So pink,’ Paul murmured, fondling his balls as
he watched.

‘Wait until you see her pussy. The most
beautiful shade of pink I’ve ever seen and when it’s wet? Christ it gets so
wet. Touch her knickers, tell me if she feels ready for you?’ Anthony almost
pleaded. I whimpered as Paul’s fingers gently stroked the material and he
groaned.

‘Seriously wet and hot. I can’t wait to taste
her, to have her ride my face as I suck her clit and play with her backside.’

‘Nipples first. No bruising,’ Anthony ordered.

It was my turn to writhe as Paul took one in
his mouth, his tongue lashing at it between nips of his teeth. I sobbed with
pleasure as he started to forcefully suck. I anchored his head to my breast as
I locked eyes with Anthony sitting directly ahead of me. The look of
contentment on his face as he watched me was so surreal. I wondered if I’d be
as calm and accepting if he ever fucked another woman in front of me? My ears
felt muffled as wave after wave of pleasure battered my body. I didn’t even
hear the order for Paul to remove my knickers, but my ankles were dragged
together and my knickers hoisted over them before I knew what was happening. I
gasped as Paul brought the soaking crotch to his face and inhaled deeply, then
sucked the damp material, his groans interspersed with Anthony’s.