All the same, I loved them and wanted to help in whatever small way I could. I didn’t know where things with Prince Kristian were, but marriage seemed pretty far-fetched given that there were four of us in this relationship. So with my mind twisting and turning, not sure which direction to go, I got up and started dinner. Maybe putting together a feast, something really lavish and complicated, would distract me from my troubles if only for a short while. I’d already put in a full day at Roma Outreach, working with a few new clients, and the twins were due back soon. More likely than not, Kristian would be with them and we could enjoy a nice meal together before moving onto our nightly escapades.
Because we go at it every chance we can, our dirty quartet, and it’s amazing, more than I ever dreamed it could be. There’s something special about these men, they make me feel so alive, so wanted, and it’s not just the physical. It’s the way they treat me as a valued companion, helpmate, lover and friend, the jewel of our foursome.
“Baby, did you have a good day?” Karl nuzzled against my throat the other night. I gasped because his hand was trailing down my thigh, or maybe it was Kato’s hand, and I shivered as it neared my puss, exploring that soft crevice between my cunt and leg.
“I did,” I said, taking a deep breath and raising one knee high for better access, “but I’m worried about one of my clients. He’s just not getting it,” I said slowly, sighing a bit as mysterious fingers stroked my labia, pulling and pinching on that sensitive flesh. Needless to say, my panties were long gone, that damp, wet little ball of cloth discarded on the floor somewhere.
Karl grunted in reply, sitting up slightly before turning me so that he could stroke my back, massage those tense muscles, and Kristian swooped in to kiss me then, taking my mouth deeply, muttering against my lips.
“What’s wrong with the client?” he asked. “Is someone defaulting on their loan?”
I laughed. If only it was that easy.
“It’s not that,” I said slowly, as Kristian stroked my arms, the golden curves of my shoulders before tweaking a nipple, making me gasp with surprise and arousal. “It’s that the client’s not doing what’s best for his business. I told him that with restaurants, you’ve got to comply with all of the City’s codes, but he won’t install a new vent, he keeps saying that the old one is enough. I’m worried because the city inspector is going to come by soon and shut him down. And then what? Then he’ll have no income, no way to support his family, much less pay back our loan.”
Kato growled in his throat [email protected]
[email protected] teasing my tits, weighing one pendulous orb in each hand, massaging, squeezing them.
“I think what you should do,” he said, nuzzling the soft skin behind my ear, “is to bring him by that place on West Street, the old, boarded-up joint that used to sell burgers. They were going at it gangbusters until they were closed by the City, right?” he remarked, shooting a glance at his brother. “Karl and I stopped by there a couple times with the guys and one day, bam! There was a sign saying “Closed for renovations.” But we knew it wasn’t renovations, it was because they were violating all sorts of ordinances, keeping the place open with chicken wire and duct tape.”
And I sighed because that’s what I loved about my men. Instead of swooping in and saying, “I’ll take care of that for you,” or “I’ll put my men on it,” they understood that non-profit work was my baby, that I loved working hands-on with my clients, helping them grow their businesses from the ground up. And so they advised, they informed, they offered suggestions, but they didn’t pry, they didn’t insist or lord their experience and connections over me. Because it would have been so easy. Karl and Kato were handy, they probably could install a hood vent, a new boiler, figure out weird dripping sounds in a matter of minutes. And Kristian? Well, he was the Crown Prince and could have made sure the inspector saw only what he should have seen. But instead, we were going about the right way, taking our time, not cutting any corners, helping the Roma establish themselves while building a reputation.
And so I was triply grateful to them, showing them how much I cared, how much I adored them in every way possible. I kissed them back hungrily, my body putty in their hands, creaming already, my kitty glossy with desire, nectar running in rivulets down my thighs.
“Yes,” I moaned, as Kato bent me over, my ass in the air. “Yes, yes,” I husked again, the musk so strong, so arousing, that the three men were immediately at full mast, forty-five inches of power ready to go.
And I squealed when Kato pulled out the little rubber plug I’d been sleeping with, the knob coming out with a pop, my anus contracting, flexing a little now that it was empty.
“Ohhh!” I moaned, as one of the men rubbed my dark star, teasing, tickling, before easing a big finger into that canal.
“You’ve done well baby,” said Kristian throatily, his dick bumping my chin, lightly tracing against my lips. And like a crazed woman, I tried to catch it in my mouth, to taste the hot rod, the seed that was already spilling from the tip. “You’ve been good, sleeping with a butt plug every night, we’re just loosening you up baby, soon, soon.”
And the finger in my ass became two, another huge digit joining what was already back there. It felt so good that my pussy creamed hotly and I squealed, the juices running down my thighs, my glossy pink steaming with desire, hot waves of musk pulsing, drawing the men like magnets. And I sighed and moaned again, tossing my head when the digits in my butt began to scissor slowly, stretching me out.
“Fuck,” ground out Karl from above my head. “Her walls are loosening, feel.”
And unbelievably, another finger joined the two in my ass. I was stretched so full, so tight, that the only thing to do was to ask for more. So I grabbed my ankles, bending over further, opening myself, stretching, my body shivering, my cunt clenching as my dark star was violated.
“You’re right,” ground out Kato. “She’s loosening up but she’s still so fucking small.”
“Hold on,” growled Kristian, “let me try.” And the Venetian pushed a big digit in as well … to join the three that were already in me.
By now I was so loose, so aroused, that my cunt spasmed on its own, the orgasm ripping through my body, my boobs shaking pendulously as they ran their fingers in and out of my behind, letting me savor the dry penetration of three men in my back hole, the rub incredible, my rusty star clenching rhythmically.
“Ah ah ah!” I shrieked, unable to stop myself, lightning jolts running through my arms and legs before centering in my cunt, a burning fire, the spasms delicious and uncontrollable. “Ohhhh!” I cried out, my legs buckling as my kitty gave it up, clenching and unclenching, my ass bouncing this way and that as the fingers did their penetrating dance.
And finally I collapsed only to be caught in Kato’s strong arms, the men chuckling deeply as they pulled their fingers from me with sweet rasps, the dry slide unbearably good even in the aftermath of my come.
“Baby girl,” murmured Kato into my ear, settling me into his arms, “let’s get the rest of that juice out.”
And he reached between my legs, stroking my clit once or twice, making me shiver with want and desire all over again before parting my pussy lips, opening my hole once more for all to see.
“Bear down baby,” he said, “bear down.”
And despite the fact that none of them had come in me yet, I knew what he wanted. My honey is so copious, running like a continuous stream that I can do a cream pie from vaginal juices alone. And so I pushed with my lower abs, flexing and clenching as best I could while letting out a slight whine, and sure enough a froth of white bubbled at my hole before dripping out, leaking wetly onto the floor between my legs, the oozy goo viscous and thick.
“Fuck she’s beautiful,” rasped Karl, his hand on his cock, eyes glued to my pink slit, pulsing, glowing even in rapture.