Sophie's Menage (3 page)

Except love
.
You need love
. A teasing voice whispered from a vulnerable spot deep in her mind.

“Oh shut up!” she snapped as she stared at herself. More tears streamed over her cheeks.

Who would love you anyway
? That same voice asked.

She shook her head, chasing those negative thoughts away. She had to stop thinking such nonsense. She was still young at twenty-three. She still had time to find love. One day she would find the perfect man.

At one point she had even considered Eric
and
Steve as her perfect men. But they hadn’t been trustworthy. She needed someone she could trust. Someone who would never leave her and then she would have her own family.

Relief whispered through her as her dream grabbed hold. Yes, some day she would be surrounded by her own children. She would treat them with respect and she would listen to their every word and offer advice to them. She would be there for them, unlike her young parents, who’d dumped her the first chance after they’d run into trouble with their marriage.

She didn’t even know where they were

or if they were still alive. She didn’t want to know. She was better off without them.

She forced a smile as she stared at herself in the mirror and then brushed the remaining tears away. What she did want was to get a little bit of release from the sexual frustration Eric and Steve had instilled in her. And she knew exactly how to get it.

*

Sophie lay face down upon a padded bench, her fingers tightly wrapped around handgrips as the electronically controlled paddle slapped her ass and created the magnificent hot blush she craved. She moaned softly as the dual vibrator with clit stimulator stroked in and out of her pussy and ass at a rapid speed creating sparks of arousal that tingled along her nerve endings. Her body tightened as pleasure grabbed hold.

Oh, yes, this is what she wanted to help her deal with her sadness and stress at seeing Eric and Steve.

About a year ago she’d ordered the fucking machine through an adult toy website she’d discovered on the Internet. The paddle and life-like dual vibrator were two of several toys she could attach to the mechanical arms which were controlled via the machine’s computer. Other toys included different sizes of dildos, pulsators, and canes. The attachments were removable allowing them to be cleaned after each use.

The fucking machine had served her when she’d felt the need to be spanked and double-penetrated, but now that her ex-hunks were back in town her imagination was going wild as she fantasized someone was smacking her ass while Steve and Eric fucked her.

Excitement and frustration whirled together as her body tensed even more. But try as she might, she just couldn’t get the pleasure she craved.

Desperation had her reaching out and turning the nearby control knobs on the equipment panel. The paddle slapped harder and the vibrators stroked with increasing speed. Perspiration swept over her as she struggled toward release.

Her hands tightened on the grips and she moaned as tremors vibrated along her inner thighs. Her vagina clenched around the vibe and her ass spasmed as pleasure snowballed through her. She bucked and gyrated beneath the explosion of sensations. When the vibrations ebbed, Sophie sighed heavily.

She wanted more. Needed more. She thought she’d exorcised Eric and Steve from her mind and from her body. But she was wrong. They still haunted her memories…and her dreams.

*

“Hey, pretty spank-baby, did you miss us?” Eric’s lust-drenched voice sifted through the many layers of Sophie’s sleep, prodding her awake. She lay on her side, her hands tucked beneath her cheek. When she opened her eyes she detected movement at the foot of her bed. She rolled onto her back and in the semi-darkness of the gray predawn she spied Eric and Steve standing there.

Disbelief rocked her. Somehow they had gotten into her house and now stood naked in her bedroom.

Their cocks were long and engorged with arousal. They stroked their massive lengths and stared at her with vulnerable expressions of lust and pleasure and the slyest smiles on their lips. Her body ached for them to climb into bed with her.

She trembled as Eric grabbed the edge of her sheet and blanket and with one quick tug he yanked them off her. She preferred to sleep in the nude and their smiles widened as they gazed upon her nakedness.

“Very nice,” Steve whispered. “Now, open your legs wide so we can get a really good look at what we’ve been missing.”

This had to be a dream because she had no compulsion to resist his request. Her pussy muscles clenched and she creamed warmly as she spread her legs very wide for them.

“Beautiful,” Eric said as both men focused their attention intently between her open thighs.

She whimpered as the mattress shifted and Steve crawled onto the bed to settle his upper torso between her legs.

“I’m in the mood for a feast, Spanky, but first…Eric, get a pillow under her ass.”

Her breath quickened as Eric came up to her left side. His expression was dark and tight as he grabbed a cushion. She raised her hips and he placed the pillow beneath her butt, then he remained standing there, watching and began to stroke his engorged shaft again.

Wow, his cock was big. So thick. She could easily see elevated veins as they intertwined along the entire length of his shaft.

When Steve produced an item that looked like a miniature fly swatter, a torrent of shivers swallowed her. She’d seen similar items displayed at Jewel’s Toy Shoppe down the road from her salon. The swatter was an adult spank toy.

Damn him. He knew her weakness for wanting to be spanked on her intimate body parts.

His eyes twinkled with lust as he brought the swatter down between her thighs. As the item smacked her flesh, erotic sensations swirled through her. She twisted and clenched her fists as he smacked her pussy over and over. Her clit swelled and her labia plumped with arousal.

The slaps of the swatter had her gyrating in a wonderful dance. She keened and cried out at the succulent burn of pain that spun into bursts of pleasure.

Quickly she became wrapped in a blazing hunger to be impaled by both men. Steve stopped swatting her and she jerked as his calloused hands slid up her inner thighs toward her fiery, freshly spanked flesh.

She whimpered as the bed moved and Eric stretched out beside her. The muscles in his chest flexed as he cupped her right breast. He massaged a finger over her nipple, plumping it and igniting tender nerve endings. Then he moved closer, raising his upper half over her.

His head lowered. She closed her eyes and quivered with longing as his lips covered hers in a fierce, hot kiss that send sparks shooting right into her very core.

She reached out and sought Eric’s cock. He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his hot, swollen flesh and began to knead gently. She kissed him deeper and harder wanting to lose herself in the thick muscles pressed in against her.

Between her thighs, fingers softly parted her plump labia folds and hot blasts of breath blew against her clit creating shivers of pleasure that made her gasp into Eric’s mouth. Her thighs tightened around Steve’s head and she keened as his tongue dipped into her vagina. He withdrew, and swirled teasingly around and over her clit. She creamed.

Sweet torture
.

Steve thrust a couple of fingers into her vagina and her inner muscles eagerly clenched around the intrusion. He began a fast pump. At the same time his tongue swirled and massaged and teased her clit.

She squeezed her legs tighter. Her inner thighs quivered. Her body tightened and flooded with arousal.

Eric kissed her harder, his mouth fusing with hers. He pinched her nipple, the erotic pain made her gasp and set the fuse she needed to explode. Her control shattered and a whiplash of pleasure burst over her.

She came apart. Waves of ecstasy pummelled her, embraced her and swept her away.

Oh yes, this is the wicked way she remembered it. Deeply intense. Wild and wonderful.

Her cries shattered the silence and tore Sophie straight out of her sex-dream.

Perspiration blistered across her forehead and dripped down her back. The intimate area between her thighs was wet from her arousal. Her heart hammered crazily in her ears and sexual need assailed her relentlessly.

Frustration rocked her.

A dream
.
Oh damn
!
Just a dream
.

*

Sophie winced as pain throbbed through the thin slice at the top of her index finger. This was the second time she’d cut her finger today and she wasn’t even through the morning yet. She cursed softly as she stared at the bright red droplets spattering from the tip of her finger and dropping into the sink. The blood mingled with the water gushing from the tap, then swirled down the drain.

Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong because she just simply could not concentrate as visions of last night’s sexcapade dream kept distracting her, whipping up unwanted mind visuals of Eric and Steve and their rock-hard erections.

She’d been seconds away from squirting the wrong hair color onto ninety year old Mrs. Sanders root touch-up when thankfully Rachel had noticed Sophie’s error and had taken her aside and quietly informed her of her mistake. The elderly lady had almost been turned into a bleached blonde instead of her regular blue-gray.

Then later Sophie had shampooed another client’s hair with hair conditioner instead of shampoo. She’d rectified that problem easily enough. Unfortunately she hadn’t been able to calm another client whose ear she’d slightly burned with the curling iron. Once again Rachel had come to her aid. She’d efficiently taken over and given the lady a gorgeous style along with a gift certificate for a free haircut.

Then just a few minutes ago, Sophie had accidentally cut her finger and the sight of her blood had made another customer pass out right there in the chair.

“What in the world is wrong with you today?” Rachel whispered as she stepped into the back room where Sophie had been hiding out while nursing her fresh wound. Rachel placed the first-aid ointment and a package of bandages on the nearby countertop.

“Thanks for taking care of Mrs. Philips. I really appreciate it. I appear to be all thumbs today.”

“And cut fingers,” Rachel chuckled as she shook her head.

Despite her nervousness Sophie lifted her head and grinned at Rachel’s amused smile.

“It appears so.”

“Is it deep?” her assistant asked as she peered at the cut.

“Just a nick. I’ve had worse when I was learning how to be a hairstylist. How is my latest victim? Is she still passed out?”

She held her breath as she awaited Rachel’s answer. Thankfully she smiled with reassurance.

“She couldn’t stay. You were right when you said you remembered she has a phobia for blood. She left, but not before I gave her a free gift certificate for her next haircut.”

Sophie relaxed. “You did good. Thanks for covering for me again.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault that the lady has a phobia. When I saw her face go white and her eyeballs roll into the back of her head, I thought she was having a heart attack or something.”

“Me too. Until I remembered about the problem.”

“Speaking of problems, your mind is not here today. What have you been thinking about? Is something wrong?”

Heat whipped into Sophie’s face and Rachel’s eyebrows lifted in response.

“You’re blushing. I have never seen you blush before, boss. Who are you thinking about? Did you meet someone hot and exciting? I mean, I would be flushed if a guy looked like the two hunks that came in late afternoon yesterday for haircuts…” Her words trailed off and a bright look flashed across her face.

“Do you know them?” she asked. “I mean, they did ask for you specifically.”

More heat fused into Sophie’s cheeks. Oh crap!

“Oh,” Rachel whispered as her lips formed a perfect little O.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” Sophie said quickly. She grabbed the first-aid ointment and hoped Rachel would let this topic of conversation drop. She didn’t.

“You know them, don’t you? That’s why your cheeks are so red. You know them very well. I’ve been in town for several months and this is the first I’ve seen them. Who are they?”

“Just friends,” Sophie wished her voice didn’t sound so high-pitched and excited.

“Such distracting friends.” The pleased undertone in Rachel’s voice had Sophie gazing at Rachel again. Her assistant winked and a warm feeling of a newly found friend flooded Sophie. It was nice to see Rachel being so playful. It was a huge change from her usual serious attitude.

Sophie shrugged her shoulders in defeat.

“Okay fine, the three of us used to be in a relationship.”

Rachel’s cheeks blushed pink as understanding flooded her face and curiosity brightened her green eyes.

“The three of you? Like in a ménage relationship? How does that work?”

“Well, for one, the guys have to be able to share the woman without jealousy. And I can tell you that once I went ménage I haven’t been able to go back, if you know what I mean.”

Rachel nibbled on her bottom lip and nodded her head.

“No, I don’t know, but I always wondered about ménages…so how did you meet them?”

“The Key Club. On one of their spanking ménage nights. Years ago.”

“And where have they been all this time?”

Pain speared through Sophie at the question.

“They left town because of work.”

“And they came back…for you,” she said in a wide-eyed naive whisper.

“They just dropped in to say hi and to get a haircut.” That was all there was to it. She probably would never see them again, especially after giving them a frosty reception yesterday.

If you want something
,
you will have to go out and fight for it because no one else will do it for you
. Her late foster mother’s words echoed once again through Sophie’s mind.

Did she want Eric and Steve? Her gut twisted in agony and her answer exploded through her like a big shock wave. Yes, she did want them back. But she couldn’t tell them that. Even after being miserable without them all this time, she just couldn’t bring herself to verbally communicate her feelings to them. No, they would never get back together.