ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (381 page)

Chapter 5     Private Lunch

              The following day, after my dream game, I seem to feel no side effects. We’re asked before we enter the games, to write a report on our experiences, adding any recommendations that we have. In my report I suggest that there needs to be an adjustment period when exiting the games. I believe that, at this time, these games shouldn't be allowed in the home. There could be game centers where staffs are on hand to ensure a good equilibrium in the state of one’s mind, of the players. This needs to be approached with caution. It’s not as if these guys need the money. It’s an art that they have created and should be respected as such. A bull fighter wouldn’t confront the bull outside of the arena. My recommendation is for virtual reality gaming centers. That way all software and hardware can remain the property of the company. Players come to the centers and buy time to play on the games

              I find myself sat in the canteen musing over my experience of yesterday. Ever since the adventure in the dream game, everything else is an anti-climax. It’s not that I’m not enjoying the recruitment process, I really want this job, even more now, but after yesterday everything else seems so mundane.

              “Hi, Ursula,” a voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I look up to see Zaiden and Imran stood in front of me. “You ready for another day?” he asks.

              Well, the both looked exactly how I remember them from yesterday’s experience. I can’t bring myself to answer as I suspect my mind might be a bit confused for a few days to come.

              “We didn’t really talk yesterday as you were tired. We personally created the unique game you participated in,” Imran tells me, giving me his impish grin.

              “The concept is amazing and has unbound possibilities, this is very, very exciting,” I reply. “But, it’s not without its flaws, as well,” I dare to add.

              “Let’s go for lunch. We’ve just read your report and we want to ask you some stuff,” Zaiden suggests.

              I expected to eat in the staff canteen as there seems to be no hierarchy in this place. Sure, there are bosses and workers, but every one eats together, works together and quite often play together.   I was surprised though, when we headed to the elevator and took it to the top floor, the executive suites. They led me to a private room, very plushly decorated and adorned with works of art, some hung on walls and others on tables and shelving. All three of us sit on a huge couch, in the middle of the room

              “Can you just sit like that, and don’t move an inch?” Zaiden says to me.

              I freeze on the spot, unsure what the problem is. Then he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.

              “I’m sorry,” he says, pulling away. “I just had to see if you tasted as good in real life, and you know what, you do.”

              “What you guys have created is unreal,” I manage to stutter, thinking that he tastes delicious too. “I mean, it seems real enough, but it’s surreal, I suppose.”

              “It’s not quite perfected yet,” Imran tells me, smiling. “But it’s the next step in gaming, a look into the future and one that guarantees our legacy.  A chance to live in a virtual reality world, not just watching and listening, but participating. We’re very excited about it.”

              “What if I’d picked a different game, say the gladiator arena?” I ask, trying to remember one of the other games. “How would people cope with being injured, or killed even?”

              “We limit the amount of sensation that a player can feel. But there’s just enough feeling to make it realistic. Of course you can’t die. Should you die in the game you are simply reborn at an earlier stage, just like in a normal video game. You can set the sensitivity setting to your liking. Had you chosen the gladiator arena, you wouldn't have had the pleasure of our company.”

              “Are you glad you chose the steamy romance?” Imran interrupts us.

              Once again, I feel myself blushing. I have a feeling the sensitivity selector was turned up to full in my game yesterday.

              “I am, yes,” I admit, and quickly change the subject. “I would love to help build up the story scenarios within the limitations allowed,” I add. I see an opportunity to push myself forward and I take it. 

              “That’s exactly why we wish to talk to you, Ursula, we have a couple of propositions to put to you,” he says, smiling.

              I think I must have sat there staring at the two of them with my mouth gaping open, and awaiting for my body to come out of the shock. I feel like I’m still hooked up to the dream games and any moment I will awaken on that soft padded chair.

              “We’d like you to be head of our creative department on the dream games development. You will have complete creative control and a staff of 15 to help you. Your remuneration will be generous and there will be other benefits, he smiles that rueful smile and I wonder if these two are the benefits in question.

              “What do you say, Ursula, do you want the job, do you want us?” Zaiden being more implicit than his friend regarding the benefits package.

              So, not only are they offering me a dream job, but also a relationship with two of the richest men in the US, if not the world. This offer seems too good to be true, but I’m uncertain how the relationship angle will work, we hardly know each other and any contact we’ve had so far has only been in a virtual world.

              Zaiden must have sensed my uncertainty as he places his hand on mine.

              “No rush, Ursula, I realise its’ a big step for you, especially the relationship thing.”

              “Are they both mutually exclusive?”  I dare to ask. “Do they both come together, can I refuse the relationship, and still take the job?”

              “Look, Ursula, business will always come before pleasure, that’s why we’ve been able to build such a successful enterprise. Our first priority is to ensure you’re part of our team and that we can use your skills to make this company even more successful,” he pauses with a smile on his face, but I can see disappointment in his eyes. “If that’s all you want, then we will respect that.”

              “Hmmm, would it be fair to the others if I’m sleeping with the bosses?”

              “The truth is, Ursula,” Zaiden responds, “we both like you very much. We adore how your mind works. You’ll fit in here no problem, if you decide to take our job offer.”

              I already know my answer, but decide to keep them waiting as I exaggerate a frown on my face, like I’m trying to work out the pro’s and con’s.

              “How generous?” I ask, “the remuneration package I mean.”

              “Very,” Imran replies. “With your skills and talent, you could pretty much write your own pay check.”

              I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. All those years building up my blog, hoping that one day I would make a decent living from it, and here I am, being offered a job with a salary I can only dream of. Ye, it isn't the money that really interests me, sure it’ll help, I’m getting to do exactly what I love, be creative, and I’m going to get two handsome dudes into the bargain.

              “Of course I’ll take the job, and the extended benefits,” I jump up and grab a hold of Imran’s cute face and kiss him. He smiles at Zaiden, like they’re both big kids, which in truth is what they are.

              “But from what I’ve seen, it seems you two don't need me to have fun?” this time it‘s their turn to blush.

              “Imran and I have a special relationship, one that no one else knows about, you understand.”

              I nod back at his question, confirming my confidentiality and trust in this relationship.

              “We feel relaxed in each other’s company, and we know how to make each other feel special. But, we are very much into women too, if fact, we are both very much into you. Is that a problem for you?”

              “No,” I quickly respond as I didn't want them getting the wrong idea “I have absolutely no problem at all, it just makes you two guys even hotter.”

              The tension seems to relax a little now that the decisions are made, but Imran’s words suddenly come to my mind.

              “You said a couple of propositions, what’s the other?” I query.

              “We’d like to make our virtual sex session into a real session, would you be willing?” Imran asks hopefully.

              That question was easy to answer.

              “Would I? Damn right I would, I thought you’d never ask.”

Chapter 7     Unvirtual Reality

              Imran makes the first move pushing me down on the couch and onto my back, before leaning forward and kissing me, passionately. This is a completely different situation to the game, this is real and if I behave slutty, then it’s most certainly the real me they’ll see. What’s more, I don't care. Whilst I am grateful for the opportunity these guys have given me, and I’d probably do anything for them, I don’t need to pretend because these guys make me hot as hell.

              As I’m busy kissing Imran, Zaiden joins in on the action and I can feel my leggings being pulled down, my panties along with them. All the way down to my ankles before they’re free of my legs. He certainly doesn't mess around. I like a man who knows what he wants, and takes it.

              I feel his firm hand pressing on the inside of my thigh, forcing my legs open. For a moment I feel self-conscious, knowing my most intimate of places is revealed to his gaze, but when I feel his lips on my labia and his tongue probing my wetness, I lose all sense of decorum and push my mons into his face, gasping my pleasure into Imran’s open mouth.

              I pull my lips away from Imran’s wet kiss to moan out my appreciation of Zaiden’s oral pleasuring of my pussy, “Ohhhh, that feels so fucking good,” I murmur, bucking my hips up and down and pressing my mound into his face.

              Imran moves from my lips, planting wet kisses down my neck and opening my blouse as he passes by. Once my cleavage is exposed, he continues to kiss across the milky white flesh of my breasts, pulling one of the cups of my bra to one side and exposing the already erect nipple, before instantly engulfing it into his warm mouth as he flicks at it with his tongue.

              Now I have a mouth on my breasts, and one on my pussy, and I’m being driven wild with desire by these two men. Imran’s teasing of my nipples sends me crazy and I arch my back and thrust my breasts up, pushing them into his face.

              Suddenly he nips hard on my sensitive nipple and I can’t help but whimper slightly, at the pain.

              “Should I stop?” he asks, lifting his head and looking me directly in the eye, almost challenging me.

              “No, please, no,” I’m almost begging him and he obliges by sucking my nipple back into his mouth, his hand now wandering over to the other one. He reaches into my bra grasps the unmolested nipple between his finger and thumb, then starts to cruelly twist and pull on it, just like he did in the game 

              It seems that Zaiden knows exactly what his friend is doing and he adds to the burning sensation by biting down on my clitty. The pain is indescribable, but so fucking exquisite. I never realized how much pleasure could be derived from pain and I love these guys for showing me this new tingling awareness. I’m not sure I can stand much more of this, already I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm building deep inside, and if they don't stop soon then I’ll be past the point of no return.

              Again, the guys move in unison. It’s almost as if they can read my mind as they both pull away from me, together. My mons and breasts feel a little bereft of attention, but I don't have long to be disappointed. Zaiden moves up my body and between my legs, until he is face to face with me, I can feel his stiff erection probing at my labia and in my highly aroused state, I can't wait for him to penetrate me. My desire is out of control and I press my hips down, forcing his cock into my wet pussy. Despite the thickness of his erection, I’m so wet he slips into me easily. His cock is completely embedded deep inside, pressing against my cervix and hitting my pleasure spot. His wiry pubic hair is scratching at my sensitive clit, raising my arousal levels to new heights. He stays in that position, his erection deep inside of me as I revel in the pleasure it gives, a fullness between my legs, a sense of being overpowered and pinned down.

              Zaiden slowly withdraws from me, almost all the way out, I squeeze the muscles between my legs to increase the sensation for both of us. I can feel every single inch of his shaft as it slips through my pussy, until just the very tip is laying against my labia. I give a little shudder as his cock end is resting at my entrance, waiting for the inevitable, when he suddenly drives deep inside of me in one swift stroke. Once again, I am speared by his powerful cock and our groins are pressed together. He repeats this action, picking up a steady rhythm as he fucks me.

              I nearly forgot about Imran, but a movement catches my eye. I see him just over Zaiden’s shoulder, his face lined with lust. From the way his body is swaying, I realise that he must be fucking Zaiden, while he fucks me. This is such a turn on, two hunky guys who seem so macho, and yet, they like to fuck each. Do I care? Those expressions inform me that they also like to fuck me, and that makes me one happy girl.

              All three of us are acting in unison with a mutual rhythm. Imran's thrusts into his friend, which causes Zaiden to press deeper into of me. Again, the pain is so delicious and erotic that my body is a sea of lust, and I’m drowning in it. The room reverberates with the sounds of our coupling, as our increasing passions becomes louder and louder.

              I’m so close to a climax now that I know it won’t be long before my body explodes as I reach the pinnacle of desire. From the noises the two men are making, I feel that they must be very close too. The sensation, almost electric, of Zaiden’s powerful pounding, sends jolts of pleasure right through me, and I’m suddenly tipped over the edge as my orgasm thunders through my body like a hurricane shocking every nerve ending. I can't help but scream out in ecstasy, not really caring if anyone can hear me. The two men atop of me are also grunting like rutting animals, with Zaiden’s erection swelling even thicker as he cums deep inside of me, and from the look of unbridled lust on Imran’s face, I know he must be coming deep in Zaiden’s ass.

              All of us, now fully satiated, collapse in exhaustion. Just as in the game, their combined weight pins me down only this time to a bed. I don’t complain, these two guys give me so much pleasure and have shown me a side I never knew existed. After a few moments they both move to either side of me, draping their arms across my body as we lay there, completely satisfied.

              Well, the dream games may have been an amazing experience, but it still can't quite replace the real thing. The new guys in my life have taken me to new heights in sexuality, leaving my whole body a quivering mess of erotic sensations.