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He looked to be about twenty, and he had blond hair that fell to his shoulders and skin so tanned it could be called olive. Dana thought he might be foreign, and he confirmed it when he spoke, his accent something from the Mediterranean.
“Lovely woman,” he said, and Dana couldn't be sure if he was talking to her or about her.
“This is Homer,” Greg said, motioning to his friend. Dana thought the name didn’t suit the man, but she smiled in the soft candlelight and nodded.
“Hello,” she said.
“Stand up,” Homer said in return, and Dana looked to Greg.
“You’ll do as I say, and I say you do as Homer says,” the older man said, and Dana stood, suddenly self-conscious in her thin dress. Homer stepped forward, and she smelled his aftershave and expensive cologne and felt the heat from his body. He was wearing a pale blue button-up shirt, the first three buttons undone so she could admire his toned and hairless chest. His pants were tight, his shoes expensive Italian leather—all things Dana had come to admire and appreciate since dating a billionaire.
Homer didn’t ask before he touched her. He seemed to be taking his role as another dominant man seriously. His hands went to her hips, and then his body pressed against her. Dana was proud of herself for a shining moment when she felt his hard on pressing against the bottom of her flat stomach.
Before she could register anything else, he was kissing her, forcefully, his tongue pressing against her lips until she parted them for him. She felt her arms go around his body without being conscious of doing it. Her hands pressed against his back, taut with tight, young muscle. The kiss broke, and he lowered his lips to her neck, his white teeth nibbling there as Dana tilt her head back. She opened her smoky eyes just enough to see Greg, still standing near the entrance of the room. He watched as the younger man bit and sucked on his girlfriend's neck.
“You like to watch?” Dana teased, taking to what was happening quicker than she had imagined she would.
“I’ll do more than watch,” her boyfriend promised her, and then Homer was taking her face in his hands and tilting her head down so he could kiss her again.
“Stop,” Greg said after a minute of kissing between Dana and Homer. The younger man stepped away immediately. Dana was breathless, her nipples hard and pressing noticeably against her dress, her pussy slick and moist under her panties. Both men stared at her large breasts, and Greg smiled.
“Take off your dress,” he said, and slowly, teasingly, Dana did so, pulling it up and over her head. She tossed it to the floor and then bent to take her heels off.
“Leave them on,” Homer commanded, and Dana did so. She stood there in front of both men, naked save for the shoes and her panties—tight red boy shorts.
“Turn around,” Greg said, and once again Dana did as she was told.
“Wow,” Homer breathed, and she smiled. She knew she looked good. Men always stared at her breasts if she was facing them, and if she turned, she caught them staring at her round ass. The boy shorts only served to make her ass sexier.
“Bend over,” Homer said, coming forward as she did so, pressing his pelvis against her ass. She found herself wanting him to disrobe so he could slide inside her pussy, but he didn't. He just rubbed against her while his hands explored her backside, sliding up over her back and then coming back down to take off her panties.
“Lay down,” Greg commanded, and Dana turned and sat on the end of the bed, and then she lay back while sliding upward so her head rested on the pillows. She stared down at the two men. They were looking at her, now nude except for the heels.
“Spread your legs,” Homer said, and Dana did so without shame, revealing her wet pink pussy. “Finger yourself,” the young man added, and Dana reached down, trailing the tip of her index finger down her stomach and across her trimmed pubic hair until she was sliding along her slit and then pushing her finger into herself.
The men watched her for some time, and she gave them quite the show, sliding in two fingers and then three. As she was coming, fingering herself with those three fingers while using the pad of her index finger on her other hand to rub her clit, Homer took his pants off, stepping out of them and his boxers, and began pulling on his own cock. He was large, not as big as Greg, but somehow even longer. He was uncut, something Dana had never experienced. Dana moaned and came, making eye contact with Greg as she did so.
“Taste her,” Greg said, and Homer took his shirt off before climbing onto the bed and lowering his head between Dana’s legs. She had just come, but the young man’s tongue was like heaven between her legs, and he eagerly lapped up her expelled juices. She reached down and ran her fingers through the man's long blond hair.
“Fuck her,” Greg said, and Dana opened her eyes and looked down. Greg was now nude and had moved to the chair beside the bed. His cock was hard, and he stroked it slowly while he watched Homer move up, positioning his pelvis between Dana’s spread legs. The man was gentle, somehow suppressing his urge as he slid into her wet pussy. He fucked her slowly, gently, their lips meeting in between moans and groans.
The bed shook, and Dana looked over. Greg was kneeling beside her, his massive cock bobbing in the air above her lips. She opened her mouth, and he came forward so that his dick slid into her mouth. His hands went to her breasts as she rocked her head back and forth, sucking his cock as Homer continued to slide in and out of her pussy.
This went on for some time, and then Homer pulled out of her. “I want to feel her tongue,” he said. Greg pulled back, his cock springing free from her lips, wet and slick and shining in the soft candlelight. They moved her then, roughly, where the sex had been gentle up until that point. Greg was not going to show the same constraint, and Homer fed off it. They positioned her on her hands and knees across the bed, and Homer knelt before her face. She opened her lips, and he reached down, placing one hand on her chin, gripping her there painfully as he shoved his cock down her throat.
Greg took up position behind her, his hands on her hips, and he thrust his monster dick inside her. The men took no more concern for her pleasure, but still, within minutes, she was rocked by an orgasm for the second time that night. Greg couldn’t resist when her pussy contracted against his cock, and he thrust in once more and held there, his fingers tight on her hips as he came, his cock jumping inside her as he sprayed his semen deep within her.
Homer moved her when her boyfriend was done. Greg left the room, going to shower as he always did after sex. Homer lay down, and Dana went to suck him again, but he took her and pulled her atop him. She straddled him, rocking back and forth as he groped and pawed at her large breasts, her hard nipples pressing against his strong palms.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he came, and the second man that night let loose inside her. Afterward, she climbed off Homer’s wet cock and lay beside him. He kissed her, and then he got up and dressed. He left, and Dana was fairly confident she wouldn’t see him again.