Confessions

Gulping, I stood up and attached the dildo’s base to the seat of my chair. I tested the suction before lowering myself on to the pair of fat rubber cocks. I pressed the tip of the longer one against the entrance to my pussy. The slick juice coating my skin eased its penetration. Fitting the other cock into place took some maneuvering. Finally, it popped inside my tight asshole. ‘Oh!’

Biting my lower lip, I swallowed inch after glorious inch of those cocks. My pussy and ass stretched to accommodate the length and girth of both dildos. I loved the burn and swiveled my hips as I sank down to the base of the toy. For a few moments, I simply sat still and enjoyed the fullness. I closed my eyes and pretended I was seated on one lover’s lap while the other knelt between my thighs and plunged his cock in and out of my pussy.

Tugging the nipple chain, I bounced slowly at first, while strumming my clit. It wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge. I rocked back and forth on the cocks. The chair squeaks mixed with the pumping bass of the music filtering out of the speakers. I flicked my stiff nub faster and faster until the panicky, shuddery feeling invaded my belly.

Seconds later, I groaned noisily as I came hard. My pussy juice gushed around the rubber dildo slamming in and out of me. My ass clamped rhythmically around the shaft buried there. It was wild and wicked and so fucking wonderful.

And I didn’t want it to end. I refused to settle for just one orgasm. I wanted more, demanded more, from my pussy. My aching breasts begged for attention so I jerked on the chain connected to the clamps biting my nipples. The hard, sharp pain sent me rushing into the waves of another climax. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I howled my release, pussy fluttering and belly clenching as I came and came and came.

Awash in ecstasy, I rode those two rubber cocks until my thighs burned from exertion. I collapsed back against the shockingly cold metal of the chair and tried to catch my breath. Hand over my face, I sank down from the heights of pleasure and became aware of the raucous applause and whistling from the balconies opposite me. Grinning at a job well done, I gave myself a mental pat on the back.

Wincing, I gently pulled away from the double penetration of the dildos. I experienced an instant sensation of emptiness. It was crazy, but I already wanted those cocks inside me again. The sheen of sweat on my skin quickly cooled my body temperature and forced me to reach for the kimono. Brain still saturated with oxytocin, I smiled as I gathered up my props and turned off the music. I gave my adoring crowd a bow before slipping back inside my apartment and closing the blinds.

I dropped into the nearest plush chair and tossed the sex toys and towel on to the couch. Cringing, I unscrewed the clamps and hissed as blood rushed into the starved vessels. The clamps found their way to the floor. I pressed my palms to my poor, abused nipples and waited for the discomfort to pass.

The insides of my thighs were coated with my honey. I was thinking about taking a nice, hot, relaxing bath when my doorbell rang. Annoyed by the thought of unwanted night visitors, I considered ignoring it and ducking into my bathroom. The idea that it might be something important pulled me from my comfy chair and across the living room.

I rose on tiptoes to peer through the peephole and stepped back with surprise. Jay and Craig, the two guys who lived in the apartment building directly across from me, stood on my doorstep. We weren’t strangers, but we were hardly friendly. I ran into them every now and then in the parking lot or laundry room, but we never did more than exchange amused glances before heading our separate ways. Why in the world were the two of them standing on my welcome mat now?

I wrapped the kimono tightly around my body, a ridiculous act considering they’d already seen everything I had to offer, and unlocked the door. The pair loomed in my doorway, their broad chests taking up all of the space. There was no mistaking the hunger in their gazes as they raked my body with a lingering stare. Suddenly embarrassed, I smiled uneasily. ‘Uh, hey?’

‘Hey,’ they answered in near unison.

Jay spoke first. ‘We’re your neighbors.’

‘I know.’

Jay’s cheeks looked darker as he smiled sheepishly. ‘Yeah, I guess you do.’ He rubbed the back of his head and seemed uncomfortable. ‘I’m just going to come right out and say it. Seems kind of silly to beat around the bush, right? We think you’re amazing, and what you do out there is just – wow. I mean, wow.’

My expression softened at his less than smooth opening. ‘Thanks.’

Craig shot his buddy a look and rolled his eyes. His gaze settled on me, and he offered a boyish grin. ‘Look, Brooke, we were wondering if maybe we could go beyond the teasing and make this a real thing tonight. Maybe we could come inside and show you how much we appreciate those performances.’

‘Oh.’ I didn’t know what to say. The fantasy I’d craved had just popped up on my doorstep. Was I really interested in making it reality? Or was this something best left in the realm of make-believe? ‘I’m not sure.’

‘We don’t want to pressure you,’ Jay said quickly. ‘It’s just that we’ve been watching you from the beginning, and you’re so damn hot and so much fun. We’ve always had a threesome on our bucket list and then tonight you put on that crazy show. It just seemed like fate.’

Craig shrugged. ‘We thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask.’

‘Well,’ I said, wavering with indecision. ‘I don’t know. I mean, that’s just a game to me.’ I gestured toward the glass door leading out to my balcony. ‘It’s not supposed to be an advertisement.’

‘Maybe not, but you make bad look so good, baby,’ Jay replied, his voice husky.

My tummy flip-flopped at his tone. I looked from man to man and realized I’d be an idiot to send them away. Ridiculously sexy, hot-as-hell men weren’t exactly beating down my door every night. I hadn’t slept with a real man in nearly five months, and here were two perfect specimens of manhood begging me to let them into my bed.

I stepped aside and gestured toward my living room. ‘Come inside.’

Their faces lit up with broad grins at my invitation. When they walked past, I caught the scents of their colognes. Unlike so many men my age, they didn’t douse themselves in it but had applied just enough to tantalize me.

I’d no sooner locked the door and turned around to face them before Craig was cupping my face and claiming my mouth in an insistent kiss. I relaxed into his searching tongue and slid my arms around his waist as he backed me up against Jay’s chest. Sandwiched between the pair of friends, I let whatever inhibitions I still possessed fade away. I chose to surrender completely to this experience.

Jay pulled the kimono from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor between our feet as Craig continued to kiss me. Jay’s hands spanned my belly and glided up toward my breasts. I broke away from Craig’s mouth and gasped. Jay murmured his apologies against my neck as he kneaded my tender breasts. Craig’s lips found mine again, and he assuaged the pain with his skillful mouth.

Soon we found our way to the couch. My babydoll disappeared with one swift yank, and I was pulled down on to Craig’s lap, my thighs resting atop his. Jay knelt between my knees and grasped my waist as he lowered his mouth to my clit. I cried out with pleasure at the touch of his tongue and soft lips. He proved his skill in eating pussy. I held tight to Craig’s wrists as Jay lapped at my honeyed cunt and pushed me closer and closer to climax. ‘Oh! Oh! Ah! Unnhh!’

Bliss burst in my belly and rocketed through my chest. My entire body buzzed as Jay went wild between my thighs, his tongue flicking and circling until I begged him to stop, to show mercy. He sat back, smiling like the Cheshire cat, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Craig turned my face until our mouths met. I was vaguely aware of the sounds of Jay stripping out of his clothing.

I stiffened with surprise when Jay scooped me right up out of Craig’s arms. He nuzzled my neck and nipped at my earlobe. ‘Where is your bedroom?’

‘That way.’ Still breathless, I pointed toward the hall. ‘Last room at the end.’

Jay hustled toward my bedroom, Craig close on his heels. There was some fumbling as Craig tried to find the switch on the lamp next to my bed. When the room was illuminated, Jay embraced his inner caveman and tossed me on to the bed. I laughed and crooked my finger, beckoning the pair of them to join me atop the mattress. Jay crawled over me and smothered me with deep kisses as Craig hastily shucked his clothing. I heard the unmistakable crinkle of condom wrappers as he slipped out of his jeans and assumed Craig had brought protection with him. I liked a man who was prepared!

The bed dipped again, alerting me to Craig’s presence. I relished the erotic sensations of both men kissing and licking and nibbling my body. Two mouths teased my breasts. Ten fingers slid between my thighs and explored the wet depths of my cunt. I closed my eyes and reveled in the debauchery of being their plaything. No fantasy could compete with the reality of a threesome.

‘Are you ready, honey?’ Jay’s questioning gaze met mine.

I nodded and laughed. ‘As I’ll ever be.’

Craig pecked my cheek and rolled away just long enough to put on a condom. Jay caressed my face and kissed me until my head swam. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispered against my mouth.

My heart melted as his fingertips trailed along my cheek. Jay seemed a bit more invested in our tryst than Craig, and I wondered if maybe, just maybe, this night would lead to the possibility of a new relationship.

Craig’s hand stroked my shoulder, and I turned to face him. As I crawled on to his lap and straddled his thighs, Jay hopped off the bed and disappeared from the bedroom. I figured he’d gone in search of the lube and let it go. Besides, the pulling sensation of Craig’s mouth wrapped around my nipple made my clit throb almost painfully. I was soaking wet and dripping on to him. I needed that long ruddy cock of his deep inside my pussy. Like, right now.

I grasped Craig’s dick and guided him into position. With one hard thrust, he slid home. We both groaned and clutched at one another. I was starting to build up a nice rhythm, gyrating like a belly dancer atop his hips, when Jay reappeared and climbed up on to the bed behind me. He cupped my breast with one hand as the fingers of the other penetrated my ass.

In no time at all, I was begging him to take me, to shove his cock deep in my backside. Jay happily obliged, his fat cock impaling me with a slow, steady thrust that knocked the air from my lungs. Grinning mischievously, I planted my hands on Craig’s chest and got ready for the ride of my young life. We laughed as we tried to figure out the perfect tempo.

Soon, we’d mastered the art of double penetration and were rocking and bucking ourselves toward mind-blowing climaxes. I shrieked like a banshee when my orgasm consumed me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe and couldn’t speak. All I could do was come, come so hard I thought I might die from the sheer exquisite bliss of the moment.

As we clung together in a sweaty heap of spent bodies, I decided that fake double dildo of mine was going in the trash. After this wild night, I’d finally had a taste of the real thing, and no cheap imitation would ever satisfy me. I’d graduated to a whole new plane of sexual existence, and I was never going back.

The Shop

Lisette Ashton

I work in a sex shop and, I have to admit, the job does have a lot of perks.

I got my job at The Shop through a friend of a friend. I don’t think anyone ever starts working in a sex shop because it’s a legitimate career choice. Or because they’ve applied through the normal channels that result in an applicant being offered a position. I think it’s always a case of the recommendation of a friend of a friend.

Ted knew I was looking for work. Richard told Ted that he had a vacancy at The Shop. Ted must have remembered the wrist-job I gave him the previous evening as a forfeit for a drinking game. And, consequently, Ted put my name forward and orchestrated an introduction.

Richard had reservations. ‘Women can put punters off,’ he explained.

‘I guess that’s possible,’ I agreed. ‘But isn’t it also likely a woman behind the counter might help improve sales?’

I started arguing about how it might make the shop more accessible to female customers, opening his market to an untapped fifty per cent share of the population. I started trying to tell Richard that his core client base of male customers might be more interested in obtaining a female perspective on the suitability of their purchases. He silenced me with a wave of his hand and told me I was talking too much sales bullshit. He said I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. But he said he’d trial me with a three-month probation.