Sugar Daddies

by Jade West

He grabbed another beer from the fridge and this time he came to my side, pressed his body against mine, his hands on my waist. Katie watched, and her pupils were big, the wine making her openly curious. She was picturing us fucking, I could tell. I could practically see us behind her eyeballs. No doubt I’d be on top, Rick squirming under me while I pounded his hot little asshole. She’d have that much right. On cue she crossed her legs, and I watched the press of her thighs as she clenched. She’d be wet. Wet and tight. Nervous and needy. We should take her. Fuck her until she squealed like a wanton little bitch and earned her thousand.

“She’s fucking wet for it,” I said, my voice low. “She’s like a bitch on heat over the idea of your cock in her tight little snatch. You’d have to be blind not to see that.”

“Both of us,” he said. “She wants both of us.” I laughed. “Like fuck she does.” My eyes met his. “But she will.” He pulled the bedroom door shut, but I shook my head and threw it wide. And then I unbuttoned my shirt while he watched, and his eyes were hooded, the swell of his cock plain as day in his fucking jeans. “Now get naked and get on that fucking bed,” I said. “And I’ll prove my theory about Little Miss Tight Snatch next door.”

I flinched as Carl got to his feet, his thick cock still hard and veined, and so big my pussy clenched, but he didn’t head in my direction. His smile was dirty and victorious, and I felt like a bunny in a snare. “Strange,” he said. “Since you have an en suite.”

flush of a toilet and the sound of running water, and then there was Carl again, and scary hot didn’t even come close. His chest was a wall of muscle, his abs taut and defined. His thighs were thick and solid, and the V of his hips was deep and perfectly sculpted. And his cock, oh my God, his beautiful cock. Even at half-mast it was still a monster. He stared me out and worked it slowly with his hand, barely even making an effort, and yet it was swelling before my eyes, bigger and bigger, and I couldn’t stop staring.

It’s always such an error of judgement on their part. They invariably think that Rick is the nice one. The safe one. And while Rick is both of those things, he’s also a dirty, kinky little freak who’s easily as brutal as me in the right conditions. Stretching is his thing, stretching and body fluids, and boundary-pushing filth.

His eyes met mine and I gave him a smirk, knowing what was coming long before she did. He’d be a surprise to her. He was exactly that. Her eyes widened as he uncoiled like a snake, pressing his mouth to hers and pushing his tongue inside. She gave the cutest little moan, and wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him claim her mouth like a man consumed. He took her swollen tit in his hand, and squeezed her, pinched her nipple until she squirmed, his breath deep as he sucked her tongue between his lips. She parted her thighs as his hand moved lower, letting out a squeak as hungry fingers slipped inside her slit, seeking out the ripe little bud of her clit. He spread her for my pleasure, and there she was, a pink little rosebud, glistening like the sweetest jewel. My mouth watered. He pressed a thumb to her, circling her with the ball against her hood, and she was wet and squirmy, a horny little bitch who’d had this coming and knew it. Her fingers gripped at his shoulders, her heels grinding against the covers, moaning as he slipped two fingers inside her and pumped deep. She was tight, but she was horny, spreading wider to let him in. He changed his angle, coaxing with his fingers until her breath hitched. Rick’s some kind of fucking g-spot dowser. He never fucking fails. “You’re so tight,” he groaned, and she liked that. She smiled, and there was a playfulness in her eyes, partially hidden behind the nerves. We’d have fun with this one. So much fun.

Rick kissed his way down her throat, tickling her with his tongue bar. He sucked her tight little nipple into his mouth, and nipped her, and she liked that, too. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, whimpering as he moved down enough to blow on her clit. His tongue found the spot, a silver dart seeking her out. I loved the way his tongue lapped, quick little jerks, bringing her up. The girl was a squirmer, hands gripping the sheets as she bucked against his face. I breathed in the musky scent of her, her wet little noises nothing short of a delight. Her eyes were closed tight, head tipped back, lost to everything but the sensation. Until I called her name. She looked at me with a start, and there was a gasp, a flutter of fear, but I didn’t move, just met her gaze and held it. Demanded it.

watched her as she crested and then came with a shuddering moan, and she didn’t look away from me, not even when Rick slipped a third finger inside her and ploughed her hard, his wrist a fucking piston, jamming in just the right spot. She moaned and squirmed, and gave us another delight. The girl was a gusher, soaking Rick’s fingers as she climaxed, and her whole body jerked and trembled, waves of endorphins rippling through tight flesh. She positioned herself without words, instinctive fingers coaxing Rick between her legs. She...

“Fuck,” she hissed. “Oh God.” He took her knees and pressed them to her chest, and he fucked her. Fucking hell, he fucked her, and her face was a picture. The realisation nothing short of a wonder as the man took her hard and deep, the hard ridge of his belly slapping her thighs. She turned her head towards me and bit her knuckle, her hair rippling on the pillow as h...

My hand worked my cock, heady with sounds and smells and horny fucking visuals, hyperaware of the slam of Rick’s cock inside that sweet little cunt and the way his balls were tightening. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and I nodded. He smiled. He pulled Katie’s knuckles from her mouth, and guided her dainty little fingers to my cock. She met my eyes for just a second before they tightened ...

She was a good girl. She gripped tight and let me use her, grinding my dick against her palm until my balls were aching. Rick reached the edge, and Katie moaned like a bitch on heat as he changed angle. She curled her toes, and arched her back and bit her lip, but she didn’t stop working my dick. “Fuck,” Rick gr...

Rick’s hand slapped the wall, bracing himself, and he came inside her tight little snatch with a hiss of expletives that turned the air blue. Dirty-mouthed little cunt. And then he collapsed on her, catching his breath while she caught hers. Long seconds passed before he ...

I sank down into my spot, an arm under my head as my cock twitched and settled, smiling as Katie held her cum splattered fingers up to the light. Rick’s eyes sparkled as he guided her f...

But Carl. God Almighty, Carl… I wasn’t sure my freshly-fucked pussy was ready for that.

My fingers tingled at the memory of his solid monster dick, the rush of adrenaline as he pumped himself off in my hand.

The saddle felt harder than usual against tender flesh, every pace a reminder of the fact I’d been fucked the night before. I’d really been fucked the night before. Potentially harder than I’d ever been fucked, and definitely deeper. Rick fucked like a porn star. The thought made me grin. One in the pussy, one in the hand. Maybe I could be a little porno minx myself.

I tried to concentrate on my posture, on the finesse in my leg work, but the motion was too intense. My pussy still felt freshly fucked, tender in my seat, and all I could think of was them. Naked bodies, and primal sounds, and the smell of sex in the air.

Rick’s grunts, so pained… so… desperate. The memory made me hot in the saddle, cheeks burning up in the freshness of the morning, and my thighs clenched involuntarily. I bounced higher and landed forward in the saddle, pressed myself to the pommel, hard enough that the hard leather knob pressed against my clit and sent sparks flying. Fuck.

I looked around, but the track was deserted. Just us. Me and Samson. I coaxed him forward, and his trot was bouncy. I stopped rising to the beat, pressing myself to the ridge of the leather as Samson picked up his feet. Fuck. I slipped my feet from the stirrups, and spread my thighs, holding myself forward in the saddle, and moving, grinding. Rick’s grunts. The slam of flesh against flesh. Carl’s tense ass, the thrust of his hips. The swell of his cock in my fingers. And Rick. Metal against my clit. The squelch of his fingers as he twisted them inside. And the wetness…...

Fuck. Rick’s eyes as he pressed my thighs to my chest, the way he’d fucked me, hard. The way he’d thrust all the way inside, the way he’d closed my fingers around Carl’s big hard fucking cock. Fuck. I held myself to the pommel. Breath ragged. Thump, thump, thump. Two cocks at once. Their condition. Carl’s strong hands lifting me up, his fat cock pushing inside my asshole and making me grunt and cry out like Rick. The thrust of his hips, and I’d be squealing, stretching, taking him. And the...

Oh fuck. And I’d take them. I’d take them both. Two fat cocks, two bodies grunting and thrusting and slamming into mine. Carl would tell me what to do… Rick would tell me how good it felt… and I’d be lost… stretched raw by two big fucking dicks. Oh fucking fuck. I pulled Samson to a halt and slipped my hand down my jodhpurs, standing in the stir...

My resolve crumbled, and I kissed her back. Between us the chair was pushed away, and she was in my arms, hitched onto the desk, her ankles hooking my legs, her fingers on my belt. “Wait,” I said. “Rick.” “I want you in the office,” she said. “I’ve wanted this since day one. I’ve wanted this every day from day one.” And so had I. Fuck how I’d wanted to take her at her desk since day one. “We shouldn’t,” I said, but her lips were still hungry for mine, her fingers already inside my boxers to wrap around my cock, “We’ll make it up to Rick when we get home,” she said. “We can suck him off together, you and me. He’d like that.” So would I. My dick twitched. “It’s not right… behind his back.” She took her hands from my cock and I groaned, but she was only reaching for my phone. She took it from my pocket, worked my cock in one hand as she scrolled through my recently dialled list. “Call him,” she said. “Ask him if he minds.” My breath hitched. “This is a line we haven’t crossed, Katie.” She shrugged, worked my dick a little bit harder and it felt too fucking good. “Call him, Carl. If he minds, we’ll stop.” “And if he doesn’t?” She smirked. “If he doesn’t, I want you to fuck me, right here, right now. Over my desk with my knickers around my knees and my skirt hitched around my waist. Just like an office fuck should be, Carl. Just like I dreamed of.” “Shit,” I groaned, but I was dialling. The tone was ringing.