Chapter 7 – Mandy
I couldn’t believe the day I was having. God, I get so down sometimes and then the whole day just turns around. Not one, but two amazing bosses. So nice (so attractive), and so willing to go out of their way just for me. Just this morning, I had been on the brink, but now the world was looking great.
I couldn’t believe I had almost done something with one of them. I had so much obvious need, sucking on my finger for him. I had never felt so vulnerable, so needy, until the other one walked in. Then, I’d just wanted to crawl across the floor and beg both of them to do whatever the hell they wanted to do with me.
Now, the work day was over. I had a proposal to think about: two billionaire, boss brothers at once. But first, I had things to do, to move on and move out. I tried my best to focus on those things.
Jared was a pathetic mess when I returned home. I felt sorry for him, but the brothers were right. He was toxic. And if he wouldn’t accept (or even believe in) rehab, there was nothing I could do for him but save myself.
Don’t let a drowning man pull you under the water; that was the rule my mother had taught me. Not that my mom would approve of a lot of things I’d done today. Jared had been my world, but now he seemed so small and unimportant when I looked back on things. I had new and bigger things to think about.
I worked quickly to throw as many things as I could into boxes and bags, and load them into my car. Carl and Clayton had just handed me the keys and the address of the beach place before I left the office. I hoped I could earn the trust they had placed in me. I couldn’t imagine they did this for all their employees.
“Please, Mandy, don’t go,” Jared begged, seemingly desperate now, as I packed the last of my things. But it was clear he was still strung out, and I was sick of it.
“Goodbye, Jared, for good,” I said, reminding myself this was for the best, and to think of my amazing present and future, instead of on the past and all our old hopes and dreams for this house and our relationship. It wasn’t hard, since the shell of a person he had become was standing in front of me. “Tell Grandma Sue Ellen thanks for all her help. And I truly hope you do decide to go to rehab—for yourself, and not for me, because we’re done.”
Then, I was gone, and had no regrets.
As I was driving down the access road to the beach place, I was thinking to myself that this day couldn’t possibly be any better. Then I saw the house. My God, it was beautiful.
The outside clearly showed that it was two floors, probably three or four bedrooms. The inside had custom built hardwood floors with a design just past the threshold. It was built into the floor. Guess it was the Plemmons family crest.
There was an open kitchen with beautiful appliances, all top of the line. There was a huge flat screen TV, comfortable leather couches and seats, a dining area with a custom made table and a back patio. The patio had a salt water pool, a hot tub, chairs and access to the upstairs via a spiral staircase. And the view? Although it was dark, the house was right on the beach, and it was clear that it showed spacious ocean water and sand for miles.
The upstairs was no less spectacular. The master bedroom had a king-sized round bed, the only kind I’ve seen in expensive resort hotels. The shower had multiple nozzles so the water rained down from all sides and was controlled by a voice command computer.
I came back downstairs after dropping off some of my stuff. Clayton had told me the place was a mess and that the housekeeper would be by tomorrow because they hadn’t known anyone would be there and that was as early as she could come, but jeez—
it was actually sparkling. There wasn’t really anything for this housekeeper to do.
I sat down on the couch and relaxed a moment. It had been a rollercoaster of a day. To go from Jared to this? Plus, the brothers had made it clear that they both wanted me.
How could I choose between those two? I mean, they were both amazing looking. Clayton was young, taut and dreamy. Carl was rugged, wild and manly. Just thinking about them got me wet. I guess I was still pretty worked up from Clayton’s office. He was bringing me to the brink and then nothing. I was so wound up, a little relief would be good. I needed it and I deserved it.
I hiked up my skirt and ran my fingers over my pussy lips. I thought about Clayton first. His muscular arms holding me and his lips kissing my neck. I ran a finger inside my panties. Everything down there was so wet.
I didn’t want to mess up the couch, so I slid my ass down to the edge and propped my feet on the coffee table so I could spread my legs. I was facing the front door, and I started to wonder if I’d locked it. But I was getting too comfortable to go check. Besides, no one else seemed to be in this deserted beach area.
I pulled my panties to the side and away from my hot, steamy hole. Had I ever been this wet?
Plunging in a finger, I imagined Clayton doing it instead of me, and then his brother moving up behind me. Yeah, I could see it. Feel it. If one strong man was hot, why not two? I imagined them both with rock hard erections in their pants. They would rub up against me and I could feel their big, throbbing cocks through their clothes. I would be able to feel how much they both wanted me.
I was now two fingers deep. Yeah, that’s it! So wet and hot. With my thumb, I massaged my clit. So sensitive. So hot. Now I was picturing the brothers undressing me—no! Tearing off my clothes. Ravaging me. Clayton was kissing my breasts and licking my nipples. Carl’s rough five o’clock shadow was down at my thighs pushing me forward. He wanted to lick my tight little asshole.
I couldn’t believe that just as one brother was about to move in on me, the other one had walked in looking just as good, and wanting me just as much. I was one lucky girl, to have two tall, handsome, filthy rich billionaires after me.
Now I was ready. In my mind, the brothers dropped their pants and I was picturing Clayton’s cock in my mouth.
“God, I love your cock, Clayton!” I said allowed.
I imagined Carl penetrating me from behind. He smacked my ass and plunged in and out.
“Fuck me, Carl! Fuck me!” I squealed.
Then I was heading forward with full steam, fingers going in and out of my pussy as fast as I could manage.
“Oh, Clayton! Oh, Carl! Oh, God! Keep fucking me! Both of you at the same time. Fill both my holes. Don’t stop!”
The gusher started deep inside me and burst forth on a wave of orgasmic bliss I hadn’t experienced ever in my life. I was shaking with each pulse and heart beat as wave after wave washed over me. I felt like I had gushed a gallon all over the carpet and my mouth hung open as I breathlessly tried to ease myself down.
“Clayton, Carl,” I moaned. “Oh, fucking you would be the best! I have to fuck you both!”
I meant it. I thought I would choose, but it was inevitable that I was going to be with both of them at the same time. The three of us had to do it. I would take them up on the invite. But then I opened my eyes and realized there wouldn’t be much to explain.
Clayton and Carl were standing part way in the room, in bemused shock. I had been so engrossed in making my tight, wet pussy come while thinking of both of them fucking me at once, that I hadn’t even noticed that they had walked in through the door I had forgotten to lock.