At Thei rCommand

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Authors: Scarlett Sanderson
Tags: BDSM, menage
hotter and harder in her body.
    Nothing mattered, nothing but them and her.
    Their pleasure. And hers.
    “Switch.” At Ethan’s command, she sucked Dominic like a
Popsicle one last time before turning her attention to the other man.
    Wrapping her hand around Dominic’s cock, she pumped him and
stared at Ethan’s dick. Where Dominic was thick, Ethan had length. Impressive
length.
    She licked her lips. She couldn’t wait to have him inside
her again.
    The tip of his shaft glistened with pre-cum and she swiped
her tongue across the head, tasting him.
    “She’s an excellent cock sucker.”
    Ethan wrapped a hand in her hair, guiding her to take more.
“Can’t wait to find out.”
    They were excluding her from their conversation, treating
her like an entity for their own pleasure. She loved it, the objectification
driving her wild with lust.
    He pushed inside her mouth and she relaxed her throat. He
was longer than Dominic and she wanted to take him all.
    Deep breath. In and out. When the head hit the back of her
throat, she breathed out, refused to gag.
    “Fuck. Fuck. Good girl. Take it all. Take my cock.” Ethan’s
erotic mumblings only spurred her on.
    She sucked, licked, attacked his cock like she craved it,
needed it.
    And in some ways, she did.
    Erotic moans and gasps filled the air but she was focused on
the task at hand. She felt like a whore, in the best possible sense of the
word. Gone was the demure university professor.
    All thoughts and problems faded into the background. The
only thing that mattered was pleasing these two men. And, in turn, being
pleased.
    She knew this was the prelude. They would take care of her
needs later.
    “Dominic, I don’t think I can wait.”
    “Neither can I.”
    Hands pulled her away from Ethan’s cock and she moaned.
    Dominic laughed. “Patience. Now it’s your turn.”
    He lifted her as Ethan swept his arms across her desk,
scattering papers and stationery. The phone clattered to the floor. She’d need
to replace it but right now she didn’t care.
    Dominic planted her on the desk and stood directly in front
of her. Ethan moved behind the desk. She couldn’t see him but she could feel
his soothing presence.
    Her legs fell open, moisture glistened on her thighs. She
lay back. Her breasts ached to be touched. Her pussy throbbed. She was still
dressed in her underwear and heels.
    She was so ready to be fucked.
    Dominic ran a hand up and down his cock. “I’m more than
ready to fuck you, Hope.” His eyes dropped to her pussy and he ran a finger up
her slit, gathering cream on the tip. “And you’re ready too. Want me to fuck
you now?”
    “Oh god, yes.” She squeezed her thighs closed, trying to
ease the ache in her clit. It didn’t work. She needed a cock filling her. She
wanted to come so badly.
    “Touch yourself.” As he sheathed his cock in a condom, she
did what he asked. She flicked her clit, rubbing the tiny nub in slow, circular
motions.
    Leaning forward, Dominic pushed inside her, one glorious
inch at a time. She whimpered, moaned, writhed on the desk, nearing the edge of
bliss.
    “Stop moving. Don’t come yet.” Ethan held her shoulders
still.
    She looked up at him, tilted her head back and searched for
his cock. Finding him hard and ready, she took him in her mouth.
    “Good girl.”
    Then the fucking started.
    Dominic fucked her with long, slow, hard strokes. Her walls
contracted around him, drawing him in. He was relentless, like a well-oiled
machine. While he fucked, she sucked.
    “Don’t come, Hope. Don’t you come until my cock is inside
you.” Ethan’s words made her moan. How was she supposed to hold on? “Be a good
girl for me, come on my cock.”
    She could do that. Couldn’t she? Hold on. Hold out for him.
    Dominic roared, his movements jerky and sporadic. She knew
he’d come.
    “Switch.”
    Dominic pulled out of her pussy and Ethan pulled out of her
mouth. She heard Ethan rustling behind her and was sure he was slipping on

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