Legal Tender

Katie's deal to rescue her husband from being fired by his law firm has placed her at the lusty disposal of two partners' whims, and after a long setup, they are ready to collect on their debt.

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I know now how well they had manipulated me—how the last mad hour had been a set up, but the remarkable thing about it was how successful it was. I was, at the time of the men's long overdue appearance at my couch, totally mad. I would indeed have fucked my brother had he come through the door.

Mr. Massey stood before me dressed in his gray pinstriped suit, and his thick, engorged cock stretched out in front of him, and I reached out to pull him toward me. I took him in my mouth, greedily, and nursed at his cock, scarcely letting him out of my mouth as I gorged upon it. I did not notice Mr. Chance arriving with my drink, but I did when he sank to his knees between my thighs and placed his lips upon my belly, kissing his way down to my pussy as he held my hips, pressing himself into me. He manipulated my thighs over his shoulders, and lathered my pussy with attention.

I knew Mr. Massey was close to coming, but I wasn't event attempting to pace myself. I took him out of my mouth and licked the full length of him, encircling the head with my full mouth, as if I were attempting to pull his orgasm from him. I held the base of his cock with my right hand, stroking him up and down, and with my left I encircled his balls and let my forefinger tickle his ass. He began bucking against me, then clutched me to him and I felt the swelling of his shaft, and the urgency, and the first pulse hit the back of my throat like the blast of a fire hose. I swallowed as best I could, and the second shot followed immediately, even—if possible—more powerful than the first. As much as I enjoyed it I felt I might choke, and pulled him from my mouth just as the next blast hit my chin and chest and actually splashed when it hit, and then the fourth, and fifth. He came an absolutely incredible amount, his back arching as he shot, his voice guttural and primitive, grunting something like "Ungh!" each time he launched a new salvo.

I heard a low chuckle from around my waist, and looked past the cascade of cum dripping off of my breast, and saw Mr. Chance smiling as he looked up at me.

"It's something to see, isn't it, Ms. Hanson?"

Mr. Massey said something like, "Sorry," but it was more of a low mumble and I could tell he had not the slightest tone of apology in him.

Then Mr. Chance did something that shocked me, even in my state: he raised himself up and dragged his tongue across my belly to my breast, capturing a large string of Mr. Massey's dripping cum. He raised his mouth to mine, and pushed his tongue in my mouth, and I did what he wanted: I sucked the cum from his tongue.

It was incredibly sexy. And he did it over and over, cleansing my body of Mr. Massey's cum with his own tongue, and depositing it in my own moth. But I waited until Mr. Chance had taken one of the last remaining pools off my belly, and when he raised his head to mine I put my forefinger against his lips, and made the motion of swallowing. And, to my great surprise, he locked his eyes on mine, smiled, and swallowed it.

I was unbelievably turned on by this development. I kissed Mr. Chance full on the lips, and he drove his tongue into my mouth. He brought his hands up to my chest, and his hands found my tits and began kneading them, his hands busy upon me. He seemed to be trying to feel them from every angle, to cup them, knead them, to pull on them...I couldn't help feeling that he was trying to memorize them, to gain every angle on them, so that when we met later at a party he could just call upon his memory and recall the sensation.

Mr. Massey, recovered or not, sank to his knees and began a new assault on my pussy, and his tongue found me, and there was no gentle touching or romantic finesse—instead, he drove his tongue into me like a cock, and there was nothing I could offer to resist him. I was wet, and open, and his tongue probed me like a small penis, driving into me over and over again, searching me, invading me, his upper lip either luckily or purposefully finding my clit, brushing it as he assaulted me. His arms wrapped around my legs and his hands clung to my hips, pulling me tight against the hot breath of his mouth.

I felt my first orgasm wash over me, and Mr. Massey seemed to feel it, and I was glad that he held his tongue still within me, letting the wave of my orgasm crash, the pulsing strong and welcome, but even in the midst of it I knew that this was nowhere near what I needed to satisfy me. As soon as the biggest part of it started to subside, I rocked my hips against his mouth, signaling that it wasn't over—I needed more.

After I came, and under the continuance of Mr. Massey's assault upon my cunt, I found I was sinking against the soft leather cushions of the couch. Mr. Chance began to separate from me as I sank down, and I saw him pulling at his suit jacket, then his shirt, revealing a nicely muscled chest. He then pulled his pants down, stepping out of them, and I was completely pleased with his lean, muscular body...he was in fine shape, and not at all hairy, a trait I like in men. His cock stood firm and rose upward from his loins, thick and full and very smooth. The head of his cock was in keeping with his general girth, very thick and mushroomy. Unlike his steely looking shaft, the head looked pillowy soft. Otherwise, Mr. Chance was impressively built, with a lean stomach and strong chest and arms, and I was glad to see him come at my pussy, pushing Mr. Massey out of the way.

Mr. Massey stood back and let his partner control me for the next few moments. He slowly took off his own clothes, watching us, his cock thick and tumescent, but not yet erect, I turned my eyes to Mr. Chance then, who was separating my knees in order to kneel between them. He ran his hands down my thighs, softly, and as he reached their juncture he let his thumbs dance lightly over me there, the skin on either side of my pussy, and he stared at me. He then shuffled closer, reaching with his left hand to grab the midpoint of his cock and he brought it down and played it upon my clit, tapping me there, then sliding it down my lips to place the very tip of it inside me, then pulled it out and let it rise along my lips again, tapped it and played it upon my clit again, and repeated the teasing several times until I groaned, and pouted, and arched my pussy toward him.

He smiled, and slid his cock down and placed the head within my lips, and leaned forward and gripped the arm of the couch on either side of my head, and began to push himself inside. I offered no outward resistance, but it still took him a little time to push inside fully, letting himself retract slightly, then push anew until he was, finally, fully immersed inside me.

He felt glorious. His cock was like a steel rod within me, and he began to pump it, piston-like, and yet he surprised me when he brought his right hand to stroke first the side of my face, affectionately, then my chin, and as he continued his stroking within me, he moved toward me and brought his lips to mine, kissing me deeply and fully. Its effect was remarkable—it was one thing to be fucked, but this was affectionate and loving, and its intimacy was exponentially greater than the physical act. He became aware of that, I'm sure, when I shuddered and came, holding onto the biceps of arms as he thrust within me and held himself there.

Up until this moment I had been able to shelter my relationship with Dwight by calling what we were doing today sex, sheer physical carnality, and that I was indeed sacrificing myself for him. But this, now, was the end of that: as Mr. Chance held himself within me he could feel me coming, holding him, hearing my gasps, and he kissed me tenderly and deeply, his hand caressing my face. And as he held himself there, himself gasping, I could feel his swollen member pulse, and I realized that he, too, was coming within me, filling me.

"Oh!" I cried. "Oh! I...I... it just..."

"Ngh!" he groaned. "Oh, fuck!"

He held me then, clutching me to him, and I found it impossible to speak or even let go of his biceps. Eventually, he was able to pull his upper body back and look at me from several inches away, and I saw the glazed look over his eyes as he tried to focus them on mine. He was still pulsing within me.

"Jesus." The voice was Mr. Massey's. "Why don't you two get a room?"

I smiled, my eyes on Mr. Chance's. "Oh my god, Mr. Chance."

"It's all right, Miss Hans...Katie," he said eventually, withdrawing so he could look me in the eyes. "You don't have to say anything. It's just me. I told you I was...smitten." He kissed me on the lips and held his finger there. "Just enjoy this. Just let it be...for now."

He began to slip from me, and he slowly sat up, my left leg behind his back, my right over his thighs, and I could see his softening rod as it lay against his belly, still pulsing slightly, wet and slick from within me. I lay back, too, and tried to ponder what this all meant, when I happened to glance at Mr. Massey, who was staring at my wet pussy. Lying there as I was, it was scandalously open, dripping with Mr. Chance's essence. His eyes were unblinking, and with my leg trapped there was nothing I could do.

"Ummm..." he said, and he bent forward, approaching my cunt from an angle near my head. I wondered what appealed to him there, at that moment, as I was positively spilling cum from my pussy, but I recalled Mr. Chance's work on my chest after Mr. Massey's explosion. There was definitely something about these two men...

And then Mr. Massey's mouth was at work on me, and I could feel him licking, his tongue sliding through the wetness, the thick, copious sexual spillage.

I looked across at Mr. Chance, and he shrugged his shoulders as his partner dove upon me, as he lathered my pussy with his kisses and licks, as he bathed me with his catlike tongue. Mr. Chance slid down the couch, and collapsed backward, watching his partner consume me. Whatever his passion for me, I would not find out now. It was to come later.

For now, Mr. Massey was done watching. As he turned his attention on my well lubricated pussy, I could sense him dragging me down the couch toward Mr. Chance. But he stopped short of his partner. I certainly didn't mind the attention: though I was a bit spent from Mr. Chance's lovemaking, I was still turned on enough to enjoy the attention Mr. Massey was giving me. His tongue was doing a ballet upon me, and I found myself slipping into that mode again, feeling my hips begin to rock, to drive myself against his ministrations, feeling his thick, probing tongue upon me there.

I felt Mr. Massey shift me, and I realized his intention, and I accommodated myself so that his hips could slide over me, and I accepted the introduction of his thick, full, but not hard, cock into my mouth. I began to work on him, but as I began to get a picture of these two men I instinctively brought my hands around to his ass, and as I gripped his buttocks I used my fingers to spread his cheeks slightly, and as his enthusiasm increased upon my pussy, I realized that I was only going to increase my pleasure through my actions, and I let the middle finger of my right hand slide between his cheeks and probe the little bud beneath it.

Mr. Massey seemed to electrify as I entered him, and he stuck his tongue deep within me, driving his cock into my mouth so deeply that I had to free my left hand to bring it down and grip him, holding his assault upon my throat at bay for a moment. He was swelling noticeably, his cock thickening within my mouth as he pummeled my pussy with his mouth. I was sure that, as surely as he had drunk as much of Mr. Chance out of my pussy as he could, his attention was now on the increasing attention his burgeoning cock was getting within my lips.

But then, he slipped from me, his tongue off my pussy, his cock from within my mouth, and he sat where Mr. Chance had, his back upright against the back of the couch, and he reached for my hand and pulled me upright. I assumed he wanted me to mount his cock, and I was correct, but my attempt to face him was spurned in favor of having me face away from him. I straddled his legs, my back to him, and I lowered myself upon him as he gripped my hips and drove me onto him, impaling me with his cock. He used his advantage to slide his hands up to my breasts and play with them, twisting my nipples and cupping my breasts as he encouraged my raising and lowering myself upon him, watching his cock sink into me as I drove myself upon him, using my leg muscles to work him, letting the natural suction of my pussy compel him into a frenzy as I drove myself up and down, knowing that I could outlast him, that the sensations received through his sensitive cock would betray him before the reflexes of my cunt did me, and I gave a little twist of my thighs as I sank upon him, feeling that I had him now, that he would soon come.

But then, as if to give succor to his friend, I suddenly noticed that Mr. Chance was kneeling before me, his mouth upon the little nub of my clit, and I felt suddenly overwhelmed. Where I had felt I had a clear advantage, before, I now felt I was in peril of coming well before my partner...I was no longer in charge, but being fucked by a superior force.

I struggled to hold on, and as I did I noticed a strange phenomenon: there were times I felt Mr. Massey's cock leave me, sometimes just as I was about to come, and it was several seconds later that I could feel him return to me, still wet, and these small gaps gave me the seconds I needed to gain control, to feel like I was in charge again, and it was then I realized that at the same time I had felt Mr. Chance's tongue leave me, and I suddenly realized that Mr. Chance had been taking Mr. Massey's cock out of me and placing it within his own mouth.

The realization was like an epiphany, and I began to watch, and actually saw Mr. Chance take Mr. Massey's cock out of my pussy, and place it within his own mouth, and suck it avidly, as if licking me off him. He then pulled it out of his mouth with a little popping sound, replacing Mr. Massey's cock in my pussy. The action did as much to surprise me as it did to excite me, and I rose and plunged on the thick, hot tube within me, feeling my ass against Mr. Massey's belly, his hands upon my tits, his forefingers and thumbs pulling at my nipples. I could feel Mr. Chance's tongue upon my clit, and he lathered me and Mr. Mr. Massey's cock with his attention, and I could feel his breath upon me, and I knew that he was licking me off of Mr. Massey's cock every time I rose. There was no chance now I would outlast him...I felt the tidal thrust of my orgasm rising even now.

And then the wave of my orgasm crashed around me, and I thrust myself down upon him and held myself there, and Mr. Chance took the opportunity to separate the top of my lips with his thumbs and flick me repeatedly with his tongue. My orgasm was immense, knee-wobbling, and I had to grip Mr. Chance's shoulders or risk falling forward. I know I cried out, hearing myself do so, and after he gave me a few moments Mr. Massey, still rock hard inside me, moved his hands down to my hips and lifted me off his cock, which slapped moistly upon his belly upon its release.

I felt so week that I wasn't sure I could have walked, but as Mr. Massey laid himself down upon the leather cushions of the couch and pulled me on top of him, I saw I would not have to. Manipulating me with his hands upon my hips, he impaled me once again, and let his hands stray along my back to my side, to my breasts, which hung down and swayed back and forth as he stabbed me with his cock. I placed my hands on either side of his strong shoulders, and let my breasts play upon his chest, dragging them along his skin forward, then back, as I moved with the motion of his thrusts within me.

I felt his hands slide along my sides to my hips, and then I felt him play with my buttocks, and he pulled my cheeks apart—I thought to ease his passage with in me, but soon realized another reason, as I felt the tip of Mr. Chance's cock upon me there. But he didn't enter me, not yet—instead, I could feel his finger on me there, and it was wet and very moist. I realized he was lubricating me, and I relaxed as I felt his finger pass within me there.

Soon I felt him there, the plush head of his cock against me, and I felt that he had lubricated himself as well. He pushed against me, but softly and gently, and I tried to relax as I felt him begin his entry into me. Mr. Chance was, as I was finding him to be at all times, very tender and considerate, and he took his time with me, pausing often, withdrawing if I gasped, and soon I realized that he was almost there, and my little ass was about full of him.

Mr. Chance was now the one in charge, and it was his cock that slid within and without me, I could feel them inside me, one against the other, and I wondered what it felt like to them. It seemed to me as if they were actually against one another, rubbing, and I wondered if one felt the other as clearly.

Mr. Chance gripped my hips, holding me still for the most part—I moved with his thrusts, and that provided the movement that stroked Mr. Massey within me. I looked down and saw Mr. Massey's eyes were closed, and I made sure to caress his chest with my own...he grunted with passion as our movements affected his cock, and as his hands busied himself upon my ass I realized that he was actually manipulating his fingers so that he could feel the occasional thrust of Mr. Chance's cock with his fingertips.

What was it between these two, I thought? I made up my mind that they could indeed feel each other, and were gaining sustenance from it, and I marveled at what this must feel like to them, the twin shafts sliding alongside each other within me. And what of Mr. Chance's considerable balls...did Mr. Massey feel them, too, as I did when they slapped against me with his thrusts?

Mr. Chance's hands were tightening on my hips, his jabs becoming more frantic and urgent, and I let my head sink against Mr. Massey's chest as they pummeled my ass and pussy with their cocks. They each began to groan, their voices guttural and animalistic, and they seemed to be racing one another to a finish line. I lay there, myself groaning and weak, and at last they reached their goal, and I felt them pulse and throb within me, and I felt their orgasms burst inside, and it was wonderful. I let my own orgasm crash and tumble upon me, and as they exploded within me I lay, exhausted, letting them spend themselves inside of my body, wondering if each, too, could feel the other pulsate against the other?

And there we lay, in a tangle, our bodies worn and depleted, and as their cocks beat within me I closed my eyes and let consciousness drift from me, however briefly it might be...

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To be continued...