Page 123 of Agency
Morgan’s lips never left mine as I sat up from the couch. Shivering from the feel of Andrew’s shifting cum and still sucking Morgan’s tongue, I guided my second lover down to sit where my first had just been. I swung a leg over his broad lap and straddled him. One hand to either side of Morgan’s head, I braced myself against the back of the couch with both hands.
One of Morgan’s hands on my breasts and the other on my hips, I guided my freshly used, dripping pussy onto him as Andrew came up behind me and began to kiss my neck.
Both of their hands running over me, they lifted me and lowered me, two of my lovers guiding me up and down one of their cocks. Lips parted, I threw my head back and let myself ride Morgan’s length with their help as I let out a long, resonating moan that seemed an echo of Andrew’s earlier call.
Andrew’s hands came around from behind and found my wrists. Gently, but with enough force to brook no arguments, he put my arms behind my back and clamped strong fingers over them, so that my abs and thighs were tight and engaged as Morgan and I continued to fuck and grind.
Their mouths were on my neck, my breasts, my shoulders. Their fingers between my thighs, they both smeared Andrew’s seed over my clit as Morgan used his friend’s cum for extra lubricant and drove his cock deeper and deeper, faster and faster. How could another orgasmnottear through me, sending me shaking and convulsing with pleasure in their arms? Outstretched and twisting beyond Andrew’s binding grip, my fingers clawed at the air like the limbs of an oak in a blizzard, the pure heat spreading out and sustaining me from within.
“Such a good girl for us,” Andrew whispered in my ear, the rough fingers of his free hand twisting a nipple to add a sharp, delicious bite of pain to the heady mix of pleasure already spinning within me as Morgan continued to fuck deep and hard, his thumb still circling my clit.
“Such a gorgeously dirty good girl, taking our cocks one right after the other. You’re such a good slut for us, Ambyr. Such a good, filthy, needy slut.”
Andrew’s words were that bit of added salt and spicy heat to the delicious meal already laid before me, making the swell of ecstasy even more intense. But, even better than his words, was his mouth beginning to kiss. First my ear, then my neck, then my shoulders, then my neck again.
“You like having us one after the other, don’t you?” Morgan asked, hand sliding from my breast to my throat. His big, rough hand settled there, his thumb rubbing up and down my flesh, then his fingers were on my jaw and cheek and the scar on my chin I’d never really let any man before them see.
“Yes sir,” I said between struggling, pants. Still fighting to catch my breath, I swallowed and nodded as his glittering green eyes found mine–piercing me more deeply than even his long, thick, beautiful cock ever could.
“Yes sir, I do.”
And, God did I! Especially as I began to realize how much I’d opened myself to them in the last week. And not even the sex. Everything. My entire life, so much of my history, so much of me.
Morgan shifted his hips and slid down more, changing his angle so he hit in just the right spot with every driving thrust.
“You want both, though,” he said, more than asked. “Don’t you.”
No. Not said, or even asked.
Told.
“Yes,” I said with a nod as his other hand slid down between us and found my clit.
Andrew’s warm, wet lips and tongue made their way down from my neck. Down to my shoulders, and then my lower back as he dropped to his knees behind me.
“Good,” Morgan purred in appreciation as Andrew’s hand released my wrists, and Morgan’s cock continued to fuck as Andrew guided both my hands to exactly where he wanted them. “Good girl. Such a good, sexy, slutty girl.”
I moaned low and loud, my fingers digging into my round cheeks as Andrew’s hot breath washed over me. He didn’t need to say the commanding words, but he spoke them anyways.
“Spread yourself, Ambyr. Spread yourself like a good girl.”
I groaned and shuddered as I followed his instructions, and then his mouth was on me as Morgan’s cock continued to stroke that special, wonderful place he’d found. Andrew’s tongue licking, then, from the base of my stretching slit and traveling up and up, till he was finding my tight hole and coating me. Morgan kept fucking and fucking me, and both Andrew and he began coaxing guttural, moaning croons from my pleasured body like I was a wild violin played by two men.
“You taste amazing,” Andrew crooned, the appreciation that was so evident in his voice sending a shiver of exultation down my spine. “Just like a good little slut should.”
Andrew’s finger grazed my lips and his friend’s rhythmically thrusting cock, gathering his cum before replacing his tongue with the tip of his coated finger. Such wonderful pressure began, till my moans were turning to cries as he pushed that finger inside me.
My eyes rolled back–my chest heaved as I tried to suck in a deep breath that wouldn’t come.
He was working me, loosening me, making me ready for him. Another of his fingers was now stretching me, and my head fell back further as my gripping hands spread my cheeks wider for him.
“Good girl,” Morgan said in a growl so low and purring a great cat might as well have issued the words. “Relax for Andrew. Let him get your ass ready for us.”
So full. So perfect and so full. So dirty and slutty and loved and cared for, especially as Morgan’s mouth found my breasts and nipples. Biting, sucking, licking, every lash of his tongue was like I was a bulb being tapped with a live electrical wire as he switched back and forth. Pure, agonizingly white light popped inside my brain and behind my eyes as Andrew’s fucking fingers worked me wider and looser for him and Morgan adored and worshiped me with his mouth and tongue.
“You ready?” Andrew asked.
I nodded, biting my lip. “I’m ready, sir.”
