Sofie
The bed sheets are cream-colored silk and Elijah Kennedy’s bare skin against them is a warm, sensual tan. If the sheets were any less expensive, or if Eli was any less fucking sexy, this might have looked cheap. The kind of thing that you’d see in a third-rate porno. Something aiming to be decadent and missing by several miles.
But Eli is drop-dead gorgeous. His dark, thick hair is shiny and dense. His bright blue eyes are piercing—especially when he’s looking at me with them like that. Like he’s already imagined a dozen different ways he’s going to fuck me.
I follow his manly chest hair down his ripped, muscled body, all the way to the happy trail that leads to his huge fucking cock. The way he’s stroking it—nice and slow, with intense intent—verifies. This is a man who knows exactly how he wants to fuck his woman. And he won’t be denied.
And how fucking lucky am I? Because that woman is none other than me.
The sheets are pretty gorgeous too, but they’re just part of the background. In reality, it’s Eli who makes the picture. For a second, I completely forget that there’s a camera on me.
“Smile, gorgeous,” Oliver says, coming up behind me. “You’re on film.”
He wraps my elbows in his big, thick fingers and pulls my arms back tight, thrusting my chest out in the process. It makes Eli lick his lips.
I lick mine too. I can feel Oliver’s body against mine. He’s ditched his clothes. Now, we’re warmth against warmth. Skin on skin.
I struggle gently against Oliver’s hold. It’s not like I even want to get away from him, but just that little bit of twisting tells me that I couldn’t even if I was thrashing with all my might.
Oliver’s fucking strong. A scientist built like a prize fighter. Eli’s no different. The way his tongue slicks across his lips again at the sight of my gentle struggle tells me that even if I was to escape Oliver’s clutches, Eli would be on me in an instant.
I close my eyes and imagine it for a second.
Trying to get away. Being pinned down. Forced to do whatever dirty, terrible things they want to use my body for, and all caught perfectly on film. They’ll watch it after, while I sleep, exhausted, on those gorgeous silk sheets.
Maybe they’ll even get a shot of me like that. Passed out. Face down. Ass up. Dripping from both holes with the cum of the two men who’ve conquered me and made me their whore.
I have to admit, even Good Sofie can see the appeal of that. Because she doesn’t want to admit that she can’t wait to be filled with two huge, stiff cocks while her conquerors capture it all on camera to watch over and over again. Good Sofie’s blushing all over, from her cheeks to her nipples to her clit, at so much as the thought.
But she isn’t here tonight. Good Sofie got left on the floor of the limo with my dress.
Tonight, I’m Bad Sofie, through and through. I don’t need Oliver and Eli to take me. I’m ready to give myself to them. More willingly than ever.
The only question is…can I handle them both at once?
“What do you two have planned for me?” I can’t help but ask.
The answer is pretty fucking obvious: they want to capture what a fucking slut their cocks make me into on video.
Maybe so they can tease Lucas with it tomorrow—actually, I fucking hope that they do. It would explain why he’s not here tonight.
I don’t know why that, of all things, is making me so wet, but look—we’re solidly past the point of being able to explain my insane sex drive right now. Maybe it’s because I secretly hope that it will kill him, the thought of missing out on sharing my tight little body with his best friends.
Maybe, I want him to fucking ache at the thought of other men having me when he wasn’t invited.
Or maybe I need to stop thinking about the cock that’s not going to have me tonight, and focus up on the two that I’m dealing with in the moment, huh?
What can I say? Bad Sofie is a dirty greedy bitch.
Oliver hooks a forearm beneath my elbows, holding me with it while he moves my hair off my neck. Somehow, out of all the skin I’m exposing at the moment, that’s the bit that actually makes me blush being exposed. I’ve come to them completely naked, but it’s the feel of Oliver’s breath on my bare neck that makes me inhale sharply and flush with shyness.
“You’ve been deeply discussed, Sofie,” Oliver admits.
“Deeply,” Eli agrees with a wink. He’s stroking his cock harder now. Still slow, but more forcefully. Especially when Oliver’s hand grabs my hip.
“Have I?” I swallow hard as he begins to stroke from my hip to my waist.
“We fought over it, even.” Oliver laughs, pressing his lips against my neck. They’re warm, and his kiss is hard. I can feel his teeth beneath his lips. My cunt throbs at the thought of feeling those teeth on my skin next.
“Dangerous thing,” Eli says, laughing as well. “You’re an instigator of an awful lot of possessive feelings, Sofie. We’ve shared women before, but…”
I hold my breath as I feel Eli’s gaze travel all over my body. Up and down and back up again, lingering on my bare, smooth pussy and my big, perky tits.
“You bring out our inner cavemen, sweetheart,” Oliver says, pulling me hard against him.
Now, I’m watching Eli stroke his cock even harder and faster than before while I feel Oliver’s massive man meat pressing against my ass.
“So we thought we’d call you here to settle this once and for all,” Eli says.
“Just you, me and him,” Oliver adds.
“A test, if you will.”
“To see who you enjoy more.”
“So we can stop beating the shit out of each other for it.”
I bite my lip and let my gaze slide over Eli’s body again.
That’s when I see it: the gentle greenish tinge of a light bruise on his ribs. Another just beneath one shoulder. When I turn my head and look at Oliver, I can just barely see a matching bruise on his side.
Fuck. They’re not kidding. They actually have been beating each other up over me.
“You boys should learn to play nice,” I say, pushing my lips out in a soft little pout.
But even as I say it, I know my eyes are sparkling with glee. It’s naughty, I know—but like I said, Naughty Sofie is in the house tonight. And she fucking loves this.
Two men, both incredibly sexy, both at peak physical condition. Dueling it out for access to my soft, curvaceous body in the way men have been fighting each other for women since the beginning of time. Exercising the full force of their massive, sexy muscles and manly ability to take and receive a punch.
For me.
Because they want me.
Because they want to fuck me.
And now, here they both are, hard and ready to prove to me once and for all which one of them is a better mate.
This is awakening something totally foreign inside of me. Something primal and dark and deliciously turned on.
They said that I bring out their inner cavemen, right? Good. Because this is awakening my inner cave woman, and my inner cave woman can’t wait to be fucked.
“And the camera?” I ask, nodding to the high-end recording device they’ve mounted to document it all.
“So we have documented evidence,” Oliver says with a laugh.
“And so we can rub it in Lucas’ nose later,” Eli adds.
God. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.
“Okay,” I relent. “I’ll bite. Where do we start?”
“Well,” Oliver says, pulling me hard against him again, this time with the addition of his hand over my throat. “I suppose you’ll just have to decide who you want to fuck first, hmm?”
Well, shit.
I can feel Oliver’s body behind me, hard and dominating and rough…but I also remember our time together out by his pool. His roughness is oddly sweet. He doesn’t use his strength to hurt me. He uses it to make me feel fucking good.
If I close my eyes, I can still feel the way his big, strong hands loosened up all of my tense muscles during that massage. And there’s no denying how badly I want his cock as it presses against me. Feeling it pressing on my skin is almost torture. I want to take it inside me and ride him until he explodes.
That’s when I decide for sure: Oliver. I want to fuck Oliver first.
But just as I open my mouth to announce my decision, I open my eyes and see Eli there on the bed. Eli with his muscles and his hairy chest and his battle wounds. He’s just so pretty that I hate to see him hurt, but manly enough that I love it even more.
I might not be able to feel his cock, but I can see it. And I fucking like what I see. It makes my mouth water, just staring at his length. His thickness. How fucking hard he is for me, and the things he could do to my body with that hardness.
I change my mind in an instant: Eli. I want to fuck Eli first.
But then Oliver’s fingertips are at my breast, raising my skin into goose flesh at his touch. He trails his fingers to one nipple, plump and aching with want. Like a fucking bastard, he pinches it between his index finger and thumb, and I moan. Loudly. More loudly than I meant to.
Oliver. I need Oliver to fuck me.
But then Eli sits up a little bit on the bed. He looks at me with those piercing blue eyes and I can’t manage to tear myself away from them for so much as a single second. He bites his lip and tilts his head back ever so slightly. The manliest kind of come-hither look I’ve ever seen in my life.
He looks like a king; after all, his family is pretty much American royalty. He’s a king, and I’m a concubine that he’s summoning forward to suck the royal balls and polish the royal scepter…
Okay, fuck. Eli then. It has to be Eli.
But then Oliver’s touch…
But then Eli’s chest…
But then Oliver’s cock…
But then Eli’s dick…
“Sofie,” Oliver whispers in my ear.
“Sofie,” Eli beckons me forward.
“Who do you want, sweetheart?”
“Who’s it gonna be?”
“Aah!” I cry out, falling forward a little.
I’m lucky that Oliver is there to catch me. Eli even stiffens on the bed and jolts forward as a backup.
“I…I can’t do it,” I sob. “It’s too much…I can’t choose!”
“You’ve gotta, baby,” Oliver coos in my ear.
“Shouldn’t be that hard,” Eli agrees.
“Just give me first dibs,” Oliver urges.
“Or give him sloppy seconds,” Eli says with a charming smile.
I furrow my brow, pouting harder than I ever have in my life.
“I can’t choose,” I say again, a little louder and more forcefully this time. “I can’t choose…and I won’t. You can’t make me. It’s too much and I’m not going to do it.”
I see Eli share a glance with Oliver over my shoulder. I expected him to look a little annoyed, but instead, he looks amused.
Like it’s funny to him that I’m being so fucking tortured right now.
Ugh. What a prick.
But such a gorgeous, massive prick…
“What do you suggest then, Sofie?” Oliver asks, kissing my ear.
“Hmm.” I consider it for a second. Then another second. Then another.
These two men might have tricked me here. They might be teasing me for their amusement and enjoying watching the burden of choice tear me apart.
But I’ve just realized that ultimately, I’m the bitch with all the power here. They could take me if they wanted to. Hold me down and force me to pleasure their cocks. Instead, they need my approval to settle this silly little score.
They want to impress me. Compete for me and be crowned the winner. Naughty Sofie puts the most wicked gleam in my eyes as it hits me.
This means they have to do whatever I want.
“On the bed. Both of you,” I command. I hold my chin high like a queen commanding her royal guard. If Eli’s a king, after all, I don’t see why I shouldn’t be a queen to match.
Which makes Oliver…I don’t fucking know. Emperor of the Sun or some shit. It’s not important. I need to stop trying to make this into a metaphor and start deciding what I’m going to do with these two gorgeous men who now have to follow my every whim.
I smile, all smug and shit, as Oliver drops my arms and moves to lay down on the bed with Eli. They’re both so damn broad-shouldered and muscular that they take up almost the entire space on the mattress.
Shoulder to shoulder. Bicep to bicep. And standing at attention in honor of my sexy excellence (sexcellence?)—are two huge, stiff 12-inch pieces of man meat towering up from between their legs. Both dripping with precum. Both begging to be sucked.
My only regret is that I can’t fit them both in my mouth at once.
I crawl onto the bed, moving towards them in proper cave woman fashion. I remember the camera just behind me and I know it’s getting an amazing shot of my wet, dripping cunt and tight asshole. I push my ass out higher.
The boys will love watching that later, I know. Seeing how soaked I am at the thought of having them both at my disposal.
But as I lick my lips, hovering over their cocks, I realize that I’ve not won this encounter quite yet. From the lopsided smiles on Eli and Oliver’s handsome faces, I know they’ve come to the same conclusion.
I still have to choose which one of them I’m going to taste first.
I look long and hard at both cocks, completely torn. The real problem is that they’re nearly fucking identical in every way. Perfectly shaped, perfectly colored, exactly the same thickness and exactly the same length. Both insanely fucking hard. Both throbbing and lusting for my mouth.
I could suck one while I ride the other, honestly. I can’t even imagine that they would complain about that. But Eli and Oliver brought me here for a reason tonight, and that seems like a complete cop-out. Like it’s not really in the spirit of their twisted little game.
The only difference between the two cocks that I’m currently salivating over is the men they’re attached to. Oliver, book-smart and a little bit shy, but no less manly for it. Eli, who comes off as a cocky idiot at first, but has depths to him that I know women rarely get a chance to explore.
I’m into both of them. Fuck. This is the hardest decision of my life. Like, we’re talking a literal Sofie’s choice scenario here.
But then I see it: the precum. There’s a drop trembling at Eli’s tip, but the bead of sticky, glistening juice at the tip of Oliver’s cock tumbles over the head and starts trailing down his shaft right before my very eyes.
And then I can’t help myself.
I fucking pounce on it, lapping up every single drop.
“Mmmmmmm,” I moan, closing my eyes and savoring Oliver’s taste. “Fuck. That’s…that’s so fucking good.”
“I told you, man,” Oliver says, tucking his hands behind his head and reclining back as my tongue works up and down his shaft. He smiles over to Eli, smug as hell. “It’s like Sofie and I were made for each other.”
“Not so fast,” Eli says. There’s a roughness to his voice that drives my cunt wild. It’s like I can feel blood pumping to my clit as he takes a fistful of my hair in his hand. “It’s not a proper taste test until you’ve had both flavors, baby.”
Eli drags my mouth to his own cock, where his precum is now dripping all the way to his big, gorgeous balls.
And who am I to deny him a little licking of his own?
Oh, hell. Who am I even kidding? I swap his undercarriage with my tongue like I’m licking up a particularly delicious lollipop. While adoring every second of it, might I add.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “You taste so good, Eli. I could lick you all night.”
“Made for each other, huh?” Eli says, grinning over at Oliver while I go completely cock-stupid over Eli’s shaft. “Sounds like she likes the taste of my dick better, buddy. Try not to be too hard on yourself, though—you tried your best.”
“Fuck that,” Oliver laughs. “Come here, Sofie—you know what you like.”
Oliver takes my hair out of Eli’s fist and into his own. Now, the slick tip of his cock is pressing against my lips. He pushes my head down and I slide it between them, sucking it up.
My mouth is still wet with Eli’s precum. There’s something way too sexy about the way I’m now smearing one man’s juices onto another man’s cock.
“Mmm,” Oliver moans. “That’s right, baby. Take my fat fucking cock into that wet little mouth of yours. Damn—I can feel you fucking drooling for me.”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Eli laughs. “It’s mine that she’s drooling for, dummy. You’re just getting the residual benefits.
Suddenly, my mouth is wrenched away from Oliver’s cock and forced down on Eli’s. Unperturbed by this development, I just keep sucking. Eventually, one of them is going to cum. I don’t care which.
I just want a mouthful of salty, creamy man-juice filling my mouth and dripping down my chin. I know they want me to choose, but I like them both, dammit. I don’t care which one of them gives it to me as long as I get my fix.
The best thing is, they’re getting this on tape, too. I’m beginning to think that the person who’s going to most enjoy watching this dirty little movie won’t be Oliver or Eli or even Lucas—in fact, it will be yours truly. Can you even blame me? I get to watch my wet, dripping cunt get even wetter while two insanely hot men fight over who gets to have their cock in my mouth.
I would pay for something like that, if we’re being totally honest here. But instead, here I am, getting it for free.
For not the first time since I met these guys, I have to admit it: I’m a damn lucky woman. Holy shit.
The only real downfall to this little game is that with Oliver and Eli passing me back and forth like this, I don’t know how I’m actually going to make them come. They both want it. I can fucking tell. Their balls are tighter and harder every time I return to them. They’re both getting so damn close.
But just as one of them nears filling my mouth up with his seed, the other steals me away to pump himself that much closer to squirting his cum all over my tongue. I just want them to come now and come fast.
If I don’t get someone’s cum in my mouth soon, I’m going to go insane.
They’re in mid-hand off my mouth again when I pull my head up, breaking their hold on my hair. Instead of going back down on one of them, I wrap my fingers around both of their shafts and squeeze them tight, one cock in each fist.
“One of you is going to fucking come for me,” I declare, staring them down as I pump their cocks. “I don’t care who it is, and I don’t care who comes first. I just. Need. Cum. NOW.”
I swear, in that moment I see both of their jaws drop as they simultaneously unload. Their huge, thick cocks spasm in unison in my fists, and I aim them at my mouth just in time. I gasp as their hips rock forward, fucking themselves against my fingers, while their hot, salty cum fires at my open mouth and delighted face, eight shots each.
“Holy—”
“Fuck—”
“More,” I whine, licking their cum off my lips. I can’t tell whose is whose, and honestly, I think it probably doesn’t matter anymore. I finally got what the taste I’m craving for. And they both taste good. Like, insanely good. The perfect mixture of sweet and salty and creamy and sticky.
“I need more.”
Oliver and Eli share a brief look. It’s almost like they’re communicating without words. Negotiating silently in just a glance while I stand over them, their cum mixing together on my cheeks and dripping down my chin onto my breasts.
Then, just as quickly as the negotiations begin, they end. In an instant, Oliver and Eli are both on me. Touching my body. Rubbing their cum into my breasts. Kissing me—Eli in front, Oliver from behind. They’re making a Sofie Sandwich out of me, and it’s fucking delicious. Available soon at a super market near you—now with extra man meat!
The camera is forgotten. So is whatever little competition they were running. It’s all abandoned in an instant, and whatever it’s replaced with is something infinitely more real. More visceral. More intense.
There’s no more wink wink, nudge nudge. No more cocky attitudes. No more bullshit about making me choose. Games and teasing only set the mood. This is the real deal here now.
I don’t even have to think. I can just feel. Their hands on my skin, groping and rubbing and pinching. Teasing. Making me even wetter than I was before, which is saying something.
I can feel my honey dripping down from my smooth, hairless pussy lips onto the silk sheets—and then behind me, Oliver dips his mouth down to lick it up.
Eli takes the opportunity to pull me into a kiss. A hard, demanding, intense kiss. He has both of my arms captured in his big, strong hands as he tugs my body against his. It nearly knocks the wind out of me—and that’s before I feel Oliver’s lips on my cunt.
Eli is smirking as he breaks our kiss and pulls back to see the look on my face. That’s when I realize—he was helping position me for Oliver, so Oliver could get a better angle on making out with one set of lips while Eli claims the other.
“You…bastard,” I moan in accusation.
“Name-calling, Sofie,” Eli says with a smirk. “Not very nice, is it, Oliver?”
“Mmph,” Oliver moans in agreement. He’s tongue-deep in my pussy right now, but apparently that’s not enough to stop him from being cheeky. When he emerges, he’s panting. “We’ll have to make you pay for that, sweetheart.”
“How—” I begin, but there’s no use.
Eli jerks me forward and we fall back onto the mattress together. Oliver is quick to move on top of me, pinning me down. Oliver spreads my legs roughly, forcing me wide open for him while Eli’s cock slides against my soaked pussy.
If I thought I knew what they meant by me turning them into cavemen before, it’s nothing compared to the way I understand it now.
Where earlier they were competitors—two potential mates vying for my approval—now they’re more like two hunters from the same tribe. Capturing the woman they want to use for their pleasure and working together to hold her down. To make her wet and flood her brain with lust for them. To take her, not separately, but together. Both at once.
Fuck. Even I can admit that I’ve lost all power in this scenario. I should have kept them fighting over me, dammit!
But at the same time, I have to admit…this is actually even better. This is perfect. Good Sofie gets her rough, forced three-way, and Bad Sofie gets to orgasm all over it.
“Beg for it,” Eli says playfully. He slides his cock up and down between my pussy lips. Like he fucking needs to ask. I’ve already lost all rational thought an I just operate on primal instinct now.
“Please,” I cry out.
Which is when Oliver spits on my ass and lowers his tongue to my other tight hole, which remains available while Eli grinds against the standard entrance.
“Please what, Sofie?” Oliver asks.
Cheeky bastard. I can feel him smiling as he runs his tongue around the tightness of my ass.
“P-please,” I pant, bucking against both of them.
Please what? Fuck if I know! Just please, already!
“Which first, honey?” Eli growls. “Do you want your sweet little cunt filled?”
“Or your sweet little ass?” Oliver echoes.
“Aaah!” I cry out.
They both reach down to my clit, trapping it between their thumbs and rolling it back and forth in agonizing pleasure.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I whine.
“Which one, Sofie?”
“You have to choose.”
“If you want to come, we’ll let you.”
“You just need to make a choice.”
“It’s easy, honey.”
“The easiest thing in the world.”
“Your cunt…”
“Or your ass?”
“Decide, Sofie.”
“Decide!”
“BOTH!” I scream, sobbing and thrashing against them. “Please, please, please! Both! I want both!”
They let me hang on that for a second.
The fact that I’ve just begged them to shove their cocks into my cunt and ass all at once.
The fact that I’m begging to be fucked at all.
Not by just one man. But by two. At the exact same time.
Oh God. They’ve broken me. They’ve actually fucking broken me!
Then, gentlemen that the are…they give it to me.
It’s everything that I imagined and more.
The immediate feeling is pure, raw intensity. Being taken by one cock of that size is intense enough—but now I have two of them forcing their way into holes that were absolutely not made for such big cocks.
I would have been happy with seven inches. I’ve even settled for five before. But currently pushing their ways into my ass and pussy are two iron-hard Grade-A 12-inch pieces of man meat. Certified to fill you up or your money back.
Suddenly, I know exactly what it feels like to be a doughnut being pumped to the brim with cream from two holes at once.
“Oh—oh fuck,” I moan. My whole body is shaking. But I still can’t get enough. “I can…I can feel your cocks s-sliding together…oh my God. Holy shit. Fuck. Fuck Fuck.”
“Mmm.” Eli thrusts extra hard into my cunt, like he’s trying to heighten the feeling. “If you think that’s good, Sofie, imagine how I feel. I can feel him moving inside you, you know. That wall between your holes is so damn thin…”
“And hot,” Oliver adds. “Your insides are burning up with desire, Sofie. Is this what you like? We’re giving you exactly what you asked for.”
“Would have been easier for you if you would have just chosen,” Eli teases.
Oliver grabs my arms and pulls me against him again. Just like he did when I first walked into the room, only now Eli’s cock is in my pussy and Oliver’s cock is in my ass. Unsurprisingly, it’s way more intense this way.
“Look at her, Eli,” Oliver chuckles, nibbling at my neck. “Christ, she’s fucking beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Mmm. I’ve never seen her more beautiful than she is when she’s completely stuffed with cock.”
“It’s a shame we didn’t invite Lucas,” Oliver purrs in my ear.
“He could be filling your mouth right now,” Eli adds. He reaches up and pinches both of my nipples at once, and I howl with pleasure. “Hmm…but maybe that’s for the best. This way, we can hear those sweet little moans.”
“Ride him, Sofie,” Oliver urges me. He pulls out of my ass until only the head of his cock is inside of me, then slams it back in. Balls-fucking-deep. “Ride him with that pretty little cunt of yours while I pound this tight little ass.”
That nearly does it for me. Just hearing them talk while they move inside me. Just feeling their cocks rub against each other with only my hot pink wall separating them. But then they let loose on me and it pushes me right over the edge.
Oliver starts to jackhammer away at my ass, and the force of it leaves me bouncing up and down on Eli’s dick while Eli squeezes my breasts and I moan like a fucking whore.
And it makes me come. Oh God, it makes me come so hard. Like, universes exploding hard. Like nuclear fission. An insane burst of white-hot energy erupts inside of me that makes my whole body tense up. When it finally releases through my muscles, it’s like I’m having a seizure while I get filled the fuck up by two insanely huge dicks.
I come first, but Eli and Oliver aren’t far behind. First Eli in my cunt, then Oliver in my ass. Both of them grunting and moaning, pounding into me and pumping me to the brim with hot, steamy cum that coats my insides and leaves me fucking cross-eyed.
We all collapse after that, completely spent. If I had another ounce of energy in my body, I would maybe roll off of Eli so he doesn’t end up totally squished, but either he’s just as exhausted as I am—or he’s discovered that he doesn’t really mind.
“Fuck,” I breathe. It’s the only word I can remember right now.
“You can say that again,” Eli laughs. His chest shakes beneath me as he does it. The effect ripples through our entire cuddle puddle, until we’re all giggling like idiots.
“So, Sofie,” Oliver asks. He kisses my neck, and it sends shivers down my spine. My body is so overwhelmed with sensation right now, even the slightest touch sends my nervous system spasming. “Have you decided which of us is the winner?”
I bury my face in Eli’s chest for a second, thinking it over.
“Me,” I say with a tiny laugh of total disbelief. “Definitely, totally me.”
And I’m so right for once, neither of them even bothers to contest it. We don’t even remember to turn the video camera off. We just all melt onto the mattress together, laying on the silk sheets and basking in each other’s warmth.