Stacy's Destiny (19 page)

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When they finally finished taking showers and sat down to eat, Stacy sat in silence. While in the shower, both Max and Eric took turns bathing her and thoroughly examined her body. They wanted to be sure that they hadn’t been too rough with her. She, in return, eased their minds and their erections, first taking Max into her mouth while Eric fucked her from behind. With the water splashing over her head, into her eyes, and down her body, she got caught up in the eroticism of it all and got a little wild herself. She had never felt exuberant about sex in her life. She was also never confident in her body or in nudity. She always thought that her breasts were too large for her small frame and that her ass stuck out too much. There was that extra skin under her arm that wasn’t as toned as the rest of her arms despite her jogging regimen and push-ups. She didn’t hate her body, but just like most women, she had hang-ups. Eric and Max didn’t seem to notice any of those things she disliked about her body. Instead they told her how perfect her ass was, how much they loved her breasts, and that she had an amazing body. She felt they were being honest, and the fact that they touched her as often as they could should be a good indicator that they were telling the truth. She was starting to really like them.

Stacy swallowed a chuckle as she ate her salad while Eric and Max talked about the ranch. She was kidding herself. They were gorgeous and absolutely perfect men, and she was falling in love with them. Was it really love, or was it lust? she wondered while she listened. They both had very deep voices that kept her attention on them. Along with their Texas accents and muscular bodies, they were indeed perfection. She smiled at how attractive Eric’s dimples were and how naughty he spoke during sex and how intense Max looked during sex, as if he could read her mind, never mind her body. Could they have a future together here? The moment she thought about it, New York and Barry Weiner popped into her head. That sick bastard said some crazy stuff to her. What if she had to return to New York as a witness for the DA? Would Eric and Max wait for her? Could staying here bring any trouble this way? she wondered as she suddenly lost her appetite.

“Hey, honey, are you okay?” Eric asked, and she felt his hand cover her own.

“I’m fine. I think I’m just tired,” she told him then rose from her seat to cover the salad and place it in the refrigerator. Maybe she would have it for lunch tomorrow. As she began to walk past Max and to the living room to clean up the mess before calling it a night, Max grabbed her hand to stop her. She paused as he pulled his chair out and placed his hand on her hip, pulling her to his lap. She straddled him as he spread his legs, making hers go wider. The little black shorts she wore nearly showed her pussy lips from being spread so wide over his thighs. She followed Max’s line of sight straight to her groin and the small amount of delicate flesh on either side of her pussy lips. Instantly she felt herself tighten then a small amount of moisture leak between her thighs. His hands went to her inner thighs and began to massage her, moving closer and closer to where she craved his touch.

“Is there something that you want to talk about?” Max asked as he continued to massage her inner thighs.

“No,” she moaned, closing her eyes as he increased the pressure he applied. When his thumbs brushed over the layer of material covering her sensitive flesh, she tightened her eyes and rolled her head back as she grabbed hold of his shoulders.

“Oh God,” she exclaimed when his fingers rubbed along her cloth-covered pussy and zinged her flesh.

“I’m staying here with you tonight,” Eric stated, but she was too caught up in the sensations Max caused in her body as he pushed the material aside and pushed a finger between her wet folds.

“No fucking panties, huh, Stace?” he teased her, using a nickname as he added a second digit. She lifted higher and began to ride his fingers. Stacy held Max’s shoulders and began lifting her ass up and down on his lap.

“You’re nice and wet for us, aren’t you, honey? We’re going to have some fun tonight, sweet thing. We’re going to make you come over and over again,” he whispered then cupped the back of her head, bringing her lips closer to his lips. He kissed her softly at first, but then it seemed like he just couldn’t get enough of her.

In a flash, she was on her feet, wobbling as Max pushed her shorts down her thighs and held her to step out of them. Behind her, Eric had removed the dinner trays just as Max lifted her and placed her on the table. Before she could adjust to the hard surface beneath her, Max was pulling her ass and pussy to the edge. She heard the chair scrape across the kitchen tile floor then Max seat himself so his face lined up with her pussy and ass.

“Ah…dessert,” he teased, placing her legs over his shoulders before he swiped his tongue across her flesh. She whimpered and wiggled, trying to reach for his head as he nipped her pussy lips, causing her body to tighten and release more cream. Then she felt Eric grabbing her hands and caressing her from palms and wrists to arms and breasts. He pulled her shirt up and off of her but left her bra in place as he continued to explore her upper body while Max explored her lower half.

“Oh!” she moaned again as tiny vibrations of desire released from her core. Her belly quivered, and she arched her back and tilted her hips up, causing Max to grab a hold of her ass cheeks and spread them wider while he lapped at her cream. Eric covered her lips and kissed her. She felt so sexy and desirable with the two of them. They seemed to really enjoy her body and making her come. She wanted to make them feel as desirable and sexy as they made her feel. In an instant, something inside her clicked. She wanted them as much as she hoped that they wanted her. She wasn’t going to worry about how long it would last, just that she would enjoy it while she could.

Stacy arched her back, lifted her hips and pussy toward Max’s mouth as she reached back and began to unzip Eric’s jeans. She placed all her weight on her back shoulders. She panted and felt the perspiration reach her brow by the time she undid his jeans and pushed them down in this awkward position.

Eric adjusted her head at the side of the table so she could take his cock into her mouth while Max ravished her pussy. She felt every sensation as they adjusted her body to their liking so Max could have his way with her pussy while Eric fucked her mouth.

She allowed it. With no fight, no discussion, no preamble at all, she gave in to the heat of the moment and the burning desire that felt as if it raced through her veins.

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Eric felt about to ready to explode. The sight of Stacy naked across her kitchen table while Max had his way with her pussy was one of the sexiest fucking scenes he had ever witnessed. He wanted her so bad that his cock leaked so much pre-cum he thought that any minute he would explode. He wasn’t even inside of her yet, but just thinking about it could obviously make him come. He brushed her damp off her cheeks and locked gazes with her. Stacy’s green eyes sparkled with mischief and dark desire. She was feeling the connection between the three of them as strongly as he and Max were. He just knew it with all his being.

He stroked her cheek, and she licked her lips. “Open up wide for me honey, I need that hot sexy mouth on me,” Eric whispered then pressed the mushroom top to her lips. Slowly her pink tongue licked the pre-cum off the top before circling the head and licking along the base. He grabbed ahold of her head and neck, pressing his thighs against the wooden table just as Max decided to use his fingers and his tongue on her pussy. Stacy moaned, opened her mouth, and he pushed his cock inside. She immediately wiggled her hips, arched her back, and ate at him hungrily. Her hot mouth and soft tongue singed his cock and hardened it as if that were even possible. Back and forth he thrust into her mouth, and she took him as deep as she could. He was in ecstasy. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have Stacy forever in his life.

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Max couldn’t hold back any longer. Stacy was sucking and licking Eric’s cock as she caressed his balls and thrust her hips toward Max. Her cream dripped from her folds and into her crevice. He yanked down his pants, not even bothering to fully remove them before he lined his cock with her entrance and shoved forward. Stacy moaned again but kept receiving Eric’s thrusts as if she couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, I’m coming, baby. I can’t take that mouth!” Eric yelled then thrust his hips faster as he held Stacy’s head. Max felt her vaginal muscles tighten up then her body explode along with Eric’s. He saw liquid drip from the corners of her mouth. and it turned him on. Especially when Eric pulled from her and she eagerly licked the sides of her mouth as if not wanting to waste any of Eric’s essence.

“You’re so fucking hot, Stacy. Fucking beautiful,” Max told her as Eric plopped down in the chair with his dick still hard and breathing heavy.

Stacy locked gazes with Max as Max lifted her hips, pulling her off the table so her ass and pussy were accessible and he could gain deeper penetration. He thrust deep, his balls slapping against her wet pussy as her hands gripped the edge of the table for balance. She tossed her head side to side as Max fucked her good. In and out, he thrust his hips and spread her ass cheeks, wanting to get as deep inside of her as possible. His emotions soared and nearly attacked all his senses. He couldn’t seem to go as deep as his mind and soul wanted to. One look at her heated expression, the sound of her pants, and the urgency in the thrusts of her hips, and he knew she felt it, too, and needed more. She, in return, yelled at him to fuck her harder as she met him thrust for thrust. His dick felt like a jackhammer, and even he was surprised at how hard and fast he was banging into her. Her vaginal walls clung to his cock, making it more and more difficult to move. He knew he was about to explode, and he could see something in Stacy’s eyes telling him to keep it up. He had the desire to please her and do whatever it took to possess her mind, body, and soul, and especially her heart. Her eyes looked dark and filled with lust. She was going to come. He felt her entire body tense up, and he took that moment to swipe a finger to her back entrance and push through the tight rings of flesh. He shoved forward to the hilt. His cock was deep in her pussy, his finger pressed into her ass as she screamed his name and shook on the table. Max thrust again and again, and the sound of his cock slapping against her wet pussy and ass sent him over the edge. He exploded inside her and shook from head to toe then lay gently across her body on the table.

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Stacy felt as if she blacked out a second. The sex was so intense and hot that she nearly felt reality slip away from her. It was like an out-of-body experience. That was the only way she could describe it. Her lips were numb from taking Eric’s hard cock down her throat. He had been a little rough, but damn it, she wanted it that way and could have taken him even rougher. It was insane. Her pussy felt swollen, and her legs were weak.

“Are you okay, baby?” Eric asked as he brought the washcloth to her face and neck. He caressed it against her skin, the cool cloth causing goose bumps along her flesh.

“You’re so sexy, baby. I love this body,” Eric stated, tracing a nipple with his finger then cupping her breast. He pushed the lace bra to the side and leaned down to suckle a breast. She moaned, and for crying out loud, she felt the moisture leak from her pussy. Then she felt Max’s cock move inside of her. They both moaned.

“Oh man, she’s going to kill us both. I can feel her pussy grabbing my cock,” Max teased as he lifted from his forearms. Stacy moaned as Eric washed her belly then lower. Max gave another thrust before he gently pulled from her body. She was shocked when he leaned down and kissed her pussy. Her entire body tingled, and her heart soared.
I love these guys.

She tensed as the men pulled their pants on. It was Eric who took her hand to help her up.

 “No, don’t move me. Just get me a blanket and I’ll stay right here,” she stated with her eyes closed. She was content and exhausted.

Max chuckled along with Eric.

“Come on, honey. We’ll take a quick shower and get to bed. It’s been a long day,” Max told her as Eric lifted her into his arms and carried her across the room.

Chapter 9

It was three o’clock in the morning when Barry walked into his home. He had been so sexually frustrated that he wound up at Teressa’s apartment. He’d fucked her a few times over the last few months while he was trying to get to know Stacy. Teressa had been his access to information on Stacy and whether she was dating anyone or even liked men. Stacy seemed so untainted and not promiscuous in any way, and that turned Barry on even more. He had enough sexual experience for the two of them. In fact, her innocence and youth would make her a good student in bed. Thoughts of restraining her made his dick hard again. Teressa just took off the edge tonight. It was becoming unbearable to live like this and without his woman. He had to locate Stacy soon. He was beginning to feel as if he could lose his mind. Didn’t his phone messages today entice her? Perhaps she was playing hard to get. She was special, and she would be his prize possession.

“Late meeting?” his wife Claire asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and began to take off his dress shoes. He was annoyed that he had to live with her, never mind sleep in the same bed.

“Yeah,” he replied, and she turned on the bedside light.

He tossed a glance over his shoulder at her. He hated the bitch. If he could get rid of her, he would. But her damn father had more money than God. He would never get away with killing her. Instead he just ignored her best he could, and he would grin and bear it.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and sniffed the air.

“You’re lying to me. I can smell the cheap perfume on you. Who were you fucking tonight, Barry?” she asked, sounding disgusted and annoyed. For a moment, he cringed thinking that if she divorced him, he would lose out on a lot of money. That was money he needed to disappear with Stacy and begin a new life. He better tread carefully.

“Who the fuck is she?” Claire yelled, and he was surprised at her outburst and aggression. His dick hardened. He thought about showing his wife who was boss. What would she do if he threw her onto her stomach, forced her thighs open, and fucked her from behind? The prim and proper bitch would probably run to daddy and claim that Barry had assaulted her. All these bitches were the same. They asked to be fucked, and then when he fucked them, they cried rape or assault.

“I’m tired, Claire. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.”

She was on her knees crawling across the bed to him. She sat behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He tensed. He really hated her. She was boring, and fucking her was torture.

“I’m just concerned, Barry. You’ve been acting strangely for weeks now. Are you still upset over that woman from work who broke your nose?”

He tightened under her hands then forced himself to relax.

“Maybe a little. Let me go shower so I can get a few hours sleep before it’s time to get up for work.”

He went to get up, but she stopped him. He felt her breath against his neck as she squeezed his shoulders.

“I want you to stop whatever it is you’re doing. I know you’re up to something. I know about the women and about Stacy. If you drop everything now, I’ll forget all of it and we can move on with our marriage. If you continue to lie to me and cheat on me, we’re through.”

He was shocked as he glanced up to her. He held her gaze and didn’t even feel compelled to lie to her, but he knew he had to.

“Honey, what are you talking about? What other women? And Stacy? What about Stacy? She’s the one who caused all the problems at work. Claire. I’m tired and I’m not in the mood for one of your fantasies or accusations about me being unfaithful to you. So go to bed and I’ll forget all about this conversation.” He dismissed her and was firm in his statement. She looked a little embarrassed then blushed.

“You didn’t say anything about the nightgown I’m wearing.”

He looked her over. The pale-pink silk was more appealing than her skin. Her breasts were so small that the cups sagged. She needed the larger size because her belly sagged. He found her inability to take care of her body a total turn-off. He didn’t mind large women as long as they kept themselves neat and attractive. His wife was lazy, and that extra weight she had was from being inactive.

“It looks nice, Claire.”

She moved across his lap and straddled his hips. Placing her hands on his shoulders she began to move up and down his body.

“I’ll do that thing you like. I’ll try really hard this time,” she offered, and he swallowed hard. He could let her give him a blow job. It wouldn’t hurt. But she didn’t like doing that. She never finished and usually started gagging after a few strokes.

“You don’t have to do that, honey. I know you don’t like it. I won’t force you to do something you don’t like,” he told her, and she smiled.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want tonight. I’ll let you use the ropes,” she stated, and his dick hardened beneath her.

“Okay, baby. Go lay on the bed and I’ll get the ropes.”

She slowly repositioned herself on the bed. He watched her, and beneath the dim light, he could see how scared she was. It turned him on. Her fear would feed his sexual appetite. He could do this. He could fuck his wife and pretend it was Stacy. That was the only way to get through this. Tomorrow he would contact the investigator. The guy had to be getting closer.

Barry got undressed and grabbed what he needed from the closet. He had removed the ropes, bindings, sex toys, and whip from the bedside table a week after they were married. Claire had demanded that he remove them.

He looked at her and crawled between her legs as he tied the rope to the two posts on the head board.

“You really like this kind of thing, huh?” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“You’ll like it, too,” he told her and continued to imagine that the woman below him was Stacy.

“No. I don’t think I will. I’m trying to understand you.”

“Don’t analyze me during sex. You asked for it and now you’re going to get it.”

A few minutes later, Claire lay naked and tied to the bed. The special bindings allowed him to roll her to her back without hurting her arms or crossing them.

He flipped her over, and she squealed.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ve been a naughty girl, Claire. You need to be punished.”

“No!” she screamed, but he ignored her protests and showed her a small glimpse into his world. A world she could never be part of. By the time he was through with her, Claire would never question him again or accuse him of anything.