Men of Station 23 [Uniform Fetish 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (7 page)

Her bra was unfastened and panties tugged down her legs. If anyone ever told her she’d be standing naked with four firefighters in Station 23 she would have laughed herself silly. Tammy had always been insecure about her figure, forever trying to lose ten pounds that didn’t want to go. Now she’d transformed into another woman entirely, only caring about the heights these men could bring her to.

She heard the distinct sound of a zipper going down. It piqued her interest but also brought out her trepidation. Was she actually going to go through with this? Her mind raced. If she had no plans on saying no, she at least needed to demand they use protection. Which one would actually take her? Would they take turns like some kind of twisted gang bang? She knew she needed to stop thinking and just enjoy the moment. But it wasn’t easy. She’d worked so hard to become an independent, modern working woman.

They led her to the back of the fire truck they used last night. She knew it was Conall who pushed her forward with a hand to her back because she caught a glimpse of his black tribal tattoos. Tammy heard the distinct sound of a condom wrapper. Her heart raced. Her pussy demanded to be sated, throbbing with anticipation. But the woman inside craved more than a wild romp, a night of fucking.

“I don’t need that,” he said to one of the guys. “She’s wet and ripe.” He slid the head of his sheathed cock back and forth over her pussy, distributing her abundance of natural moisture.

Before she could speak, protest, or question them, Conall impaled her pussy from behind. It only took one eager thrust for him to fill her completely. She yelped and reached for something to grab hold of. The metal under her stomach was cold, but the body behind her, and hands gripping her hips, were warm and comforting.

“Oh, God, Conall,” she managed to say. Never in her life had she been with a man so well endowed. His cock was thick and hard, filling her to overflowing with so much male heat. The sensation of being sated was instantaneous, but she wanted more. Her clit pulsed, her pussy clamping down around his erection. Knowing the other three men were watching Conall fuck her over the back of the fire truck turned her on in new, wicked ways.

“Does that feel better, Tammy. Do you like having my dick inside you?”

“Yes,” she blurted. She wanted to know exactly how talented he was and how high he could bring her. Her other boyfriends failed to keep her satisfied. She began to think something was amiss with her, but it was them. Thanks to one minute with Conall, she knew a man’s size and skill really did make all the difference when it came to sex.

He began to work her body, pumping his thick shaft in and out. Each thrust of his hips forced her aroused nipples to rub against the smooth metal. She’d been so achy, so wanting, and now savored the fullness, the stretching.

There were clear glass panels on the massive garage doors. If they weren’t hidden behind the truck, anyone in the driveway could see what they were doing.

“Let’s bring her to the room,” said Darius.

“No, it’s better out here.” Aaron pulled Conall away from her and turned her around. Part of her felt bereft when the cock slid out of her pussy. But she much preferred to see the men rather than the steel grating in front of her. Tammy craved to touch them, feel an intimacy between them, even if it was a lie. She was good at fantasies. The only difference from this one was that she got to experience it firsthand. “I’ve always pictured her on one of the trucks.”

The cowboy slid off his damp undershirt. He wore a thin leather necklace with a ring hanging on it. It looked stunning against the hard, tanned planes of his chest.

“Should I get the jaws of life?” asked Jake. What the hell did that entail?

“Not today. We have two weeks with our little wildcat,” said Aaron as he trailed a finger along her inner thigh. She glanced to his side and saw Conall’s erection with her own eyes. The man was hung like a horse, his cock thick and virile. He slowly stroked himself which somehow made her more anxious to continue this sex party. “Are you ready for me?”

She nodded, parting her legs. He didn’t dash to fuck her like Conall had. He moved with the grace of a panther, tracing her curves with a narrowed gaze. Once close enough, Aaron lowered his head and latched onto her breast. She wasn’t expecting his hot, wet mouth to seek out her nipple. It felt exquisite as he tugged on her sensitive flesh. So much attention. So many men.

“That feels good,” she murmured. Her head lolled on her neck, her eyes closed. She filed each wondrous sensation to memory, hoping never to forget how these men made her feel. It would be nice to remember on the lonely nights in her apartment when it was just her and her vibrator.

“Wait ’til you see what we have in store for you, sweet thing. We’ve been dreaming about this day for months but never expected it to happen.” Aaron sounded like her. The men of Station 23 were her fantasy turned reality.

He unzipped his pants and tugged her to the edge of the platform. Darius was standing next to him. Two solid bodies ready to claim her. “If you want us to stop, just say the word,” said Darius, staring her in the eyes. When she said nothing, he gripped the back of her head, his fist clenching a handful of hair. He brought her face forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. At the same time she felt the broad head of Aaron’s cock begin to penetrate her slit. She didn’t know where to focus, her body alight with heat and fire.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” said Aaron.

“She’s perfect.” Conall’s deep voice was so close, she imagined his hands could be on her, too. She felt rough hands on her tits, her hips, her thighs. There was a mix of pleasure and pain as she was fucked and fondled like never before. She didn’t even try to open her eyes now, too lost, floating on a virtual cloud of sensation.

Before she could even focus on what they were doing, she was lifted off the truck, Aaron’s stiff cock still fully penetrating her as he supported her around the hips. She held his shoulders and kept her legs wrapped around him to keep from falling.

She dared to peek open her eyes. Her cunt was only a breath away from erupting, her orgasm balancing on a precipice. She wanted to live in the sweet zone, the delicious realm of preorgasmic bliss. If she gazed upon her gorgeous men, it would be enough to push her over the edge. Jake’s beautiful green eyes stared back at her, intense and unreadable. She reached for him but he stayed inconveniently out of her grasp.

“Have you ever taken two men, Tammy?” asked Conall. His voice sounded drunk on sex, low and gruff.

“No,” she said quickly. This wasn’t something she did every day. It was completely new to her on so many levels. She still had to remind herself she was awake and living this experience.

“Don’t worry, we’ll ease you into this, nice and slow.” Darius tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her temple. “I’m going to lube up my cock so slick, you won’t be in any pain.”

“What?” Why hadn’t she seen this coming? They were going to try and double-team her like on some cheap porno. Was it even doable? Tammy couldn’t imagine having two cocks stuffed into her body, especially ones as endowed as these hulking men. Even though her skin was still chilled, she broke out in a fine sweat, her fears manifesting themselves in her body.

“His dick, little one. Darius is gonna lube up his dick and fill your ass with it.” Conall used his straightforward way so nothing was left to her imagination. He stood on one side of her as Darius came in from behind.

“Hurry up, boss. I’m barely hanging on over here,” said Aaron, his cock throbbing inside her. Then she felt the cool jolt of Darius’s cock against her virgin entrance. She was spread wide, her legs around Aaron, her ass kissing the open air. It was time to put her trust in these men just as the city had.

Darius had watched, waited, and held back. Now it was his turn to experience Tamara’s body, to finally relieve his engorged cock. He may have a respected position in society, but he was also a man. A man with needs. And what better timing than this? He’d get to deflower her cute little ass, show Tamara what it felt like to have two men inside her. It had been a fantasy of his for years, like most men. He’d seen ménage porn, heard his friends talk about it, but never experienced it for himself. There had been a couple times he’d shared a woman with his crew after a night of celebrating, but it was nothing like this.

Her body was so soft, so smooth, and pale. He couldn’t stop touching her, wondering if she were a figment of his imagination. Darius brushed her dyed auburn hair to the side, revealing the elegant curve of her backbone. With his cock sheathed and heavily lubed, he moved on his target. He knew she’d be tight, but not this tight.

He eased his cockhead in and stopped dead. If anything, he wanted to make her first experience with anal was a positive one. They had an array of toys to use to prepare her for this, but everything had happened in the spur of the moment, completely unanticipated. What started out as a boring day of cleaning and general maintenance around the station turned into a heated bubble of passion for all five of them. Their innocent games quickly morphed into unbridled sexual energy.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked against the side of her neck. She smelled so fucking good, the way a woman should smell.

“Tight,” she ground out. “So tight.”

Guilt welled up inside him. “I’ll stop.” He’d just have to wait for a chance at her pussy since she wasn’t ready for ménage loving.

“No. Go deeper.”

He hadn’t expected her to want to continue. Darius did as requested, pushing in another couple inches. Her ass squeezed him mercilessly, making it difficult to keep from coming. He wanted to ram her hard, to fuck her until she was screaming his name, but held back for her sake. As he filled her ass with his cock, he could feel Aaron’s stationary erection inside her, only a thin membrane keeping their dicks apart. The second stiff member made the fit that much snugger. It was incomparable. They both supported Tamara’s slight weight.

Conall leaned in to suck her tit. She dropped her head back on Darius’s shoulder. “Oh, God,” she cried. “Yes...”

Her heavy breathing and the lack of tension in her muscles was the sign he and Aaron needed. Once buried to the hilt in her impossibly tight ass, he slowly pulled out a few inches. They worked her, Conall and now Jake assisting. Their hands were all over her naked body as Aaron pistoned in and out of her, his dick gliding against Darius’s. Her mewling sounds and grinding of her hips gave him the energy of a stud horse.

“You like it, darlin’?” asked Aaron, his words stilted.

“More.”

Now he had his permission. Darius held her hips, bending low and thrusting up to fill her ass until he was balls deep. Aaron picked up his pace to match the rhythm. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Tamara’s pussy began to clench, signaling she was close to climax. He’d love to bring her to that peak, to feel her ass milk his cock. Day in, day out with his buddies just didn’t cut it anymore. He was getting older and needed a woman. A woman he couldn’t subject to his lifestyle. The battle of what he wanted and what was possible continued to wage war inside him, even as he lost himself in Tamara’s heat.

The music cut off abruptly. Frank must be in for the day shift. The old-timer was a longtime volunteer at the station. He watched the place when they were out on a call, swept the sidewalks out front, and did odd jobs. Even though he may appear curt with outsiders, he was like a second father to the men at Station 23. He made sure the fridge was full when they were too busy to hit the grocery store, sent their uniforms to the cleaners, and checked all the safety equipment regularly. Right now he hoped Frank knew enough to not disturb them. They were in the open bay. The high ceilings and open air providing no privacy.

The silence drew attention to their heavy breathing, the sound of sex—flesh slapping flesh. It was erotic, raw, and exactly what Darius needed. What they all needed. They’d all been pent up lately, getting on each other’s nerves. Tamara’s walks by their weight room didn’t help their predicament. They’d talked about her around the dinner table, when watching television, and once the lights went out at night. So when she showed up at their station, it had been a Godsend. Now they’d claimed her.

Her first cry echoed through the station. Aaron growled as she sunk her nails into his shoulders. She was so tight and filled with cock. He could feel each wave of her contractions roll up through her ass. The tightness pulled out his own orgasm and he pumped his hips a few final times as the most potent release tore from his body.

Within minutes of Tamara’s orgasm, they both slid from her body. Conall was there to scoop up her limp body into the cradle of his arms.

* * * *

Tammy felt boneless. She’d initially been terrified of trying something new and forbidden. But once she felt the dual pleasure of being double-fucked, she wanted more. Both men worked together like a finely tuned machine, pumping in a delicious rhythm. There hadn’t been a single cell in her pussy or ass not caressed by those thick cocks.

The orgasm was unreal. Even on its best day, with fresh batteries, her vibrator had nothing on these two firefighters. There was something obscene and perfect about being filled with two men’s virile cocks. The fullness, pressure, and dual sensitivity brought her to a fast and powerful peak. She swore she saw stars, her entire world tilting off axis as her body detonated.

Conall carried her over those waxed gray floors in the large bay to the back of the station. She was too exhausted to care where they were going or what would happen next. When she gazed up at Conall’s strong jaw and blond hair, new needs began to build. He’d already fucked her, but only briefly. Knowing the strong, muscled arms holding her belonged to a man likely on the verge of turning feral aroused her. How long could a man hold off while watching such an erotic display?

“Tired, little one?” he asked as they entered the living room she’d seen when she first arrived. Aaron and Darius came in and passed them, dropping down heavily on one of the leather sofas. She looked around for Jake but couldn’t see him. She wanted him, too. Did he not desire her the way his friends did? Tammy still remembered how she felt when he’d cornered her in the bedroom, more beast than man. She liked it, wanted to see what he was capable of. Would he be as volatile and passionate in his lovemaking?