The Stagers (13 page)

Lyle began tugging at his belt and soon his pants were around his ankles. Van hesitated before undoing his and letting them drop.

Farrin rubbed the palms of her hands together before she grasped a hard cock in each. Pumping each one, she glanced up at her men. A wicked little thought popped into her brain, and she didn’t hesitate verbalizing it. “Next time I ask you to do something, you should listen, or you’ll find your butt cheeks as red as mine were.” Van looked a bit stunned, and Lyle wore only his shirt and a grin. Dividing her time between each man’s erections, she brought them both to orgasm. Lyle came first, dropping into the seat behind him, exhausted. When Van came, he reached down and took her head between his hands, lowering his head to kiss her, full out, sharing the remnants of his load.

“If you’re going to threaten us, Farrin, make sure you’re willing to go through with the threat.” He winked at her and dropped his hands, reaching down to pull up his pants.

“At my whim?” she questioned.

“From your hand, any time,” Lyle told her.

She looked to Van and saw him hesitate. “Well talk about it after work. For now, I’ve got a work crew to get to a job site.” He hesitated, taking a few steps back into the room. His hand ruffled the top of Lyle’s head, leaving his hair disheveled. He paused beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her close to his body. “I trust you, Farrin. Don’t abuse it.” He dropped a hard, closed-mouth kiss on her lips and strode to the door. He remembered to unlock it before he tried the handle.

“Well,” she said.

“Well, well,” Lyle added. “This is getting very interesting.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our alpha male just gave you permission to punish him. That’s a first, Farrin. He’s always in charge. Me, you know how far I’m willing to let you go. Van always likes to stay in charge.”

“Really, what’s changed?”

“You changed the dynamic.” He let out a cryptic laugh and reached for his cooling coffee. “Interesting, you just sucked me off and just the idea of you spanking me and Van has made me hard again.”

“Between you and me, it made my pussy wet when he agreed.” She hesitated. “But it’s a power to be wielded carefully.”

“That’s my girl.” He left his seat to take the few steps that separated them. He lowered himself to his knees and sat back on his heels. Lyle wove his fingers through her hair and kissed her with abandon. The other hand snaked up her leg and under her skirt, stroking her through her panties. “I was hoping you’d be naked under here,” he told her between kisses.

“I could be,” she said and pushed herself up from the chair, using her fingers to slide the material down her thighs and letting it drop to the floor at her ankles. “There, now I’m naked under the skirt.” His grin was his answer. He started them at the beginning with long, slow kisses that made her nipples bud. His fingers moved through her hair. His other hand went back to her crotch, gently circling her clit.

Farrin relaxed back in the chair and let her legs fall wide to the side. Lyle needed no verbal invitation, slipping his index finger between her moistened lips.

“Oh, yes. That’s wonderful. Don’t stop.”

“Not even to lick you?”

“No, I want you to do both, lick my pussy while you finger me.”

“Never ignore a lady’s wishes,” he said, grinning as his head descended between her legs.

“That’s it, Lyle. Make me come, then lick me clean.” She tugged her shirt up and pulled her breasts from the bra cups. One hand sifted through his hair as he continued to service her, the other alternated between her nipples, twisting to add the extra hint of heat she need.

Farrin came, pinching her own nipples while Lyle sucked her clit and fingered her pussy. It was an intense orgasm, and when her breathing calmed, she pulled his head toward her, kissing his lips and cleaning her cum from them.

Lyle reached down to pump her breast, his lips closing around one just as they heard the knock on his door.

“In a minute,” he yelled, pausing to lift each of her legs, taking her panties and stuffing them in his pocket. “You can have these back at the end of the day.”

“You just want to know I’m naked all day,” she said, smiling as she pulled her bra back in place and tucked her shirt back in the waistband of her skirt. “This office smells like sex,” she added, using her fingers to comb back her hair.

“Yeah, my favorite perfume. You all put back together?” he asked, walking toward the door.

“As much as I can be, until I get your fingers or cock back inside me.” His heady smile made her laugh aloud.

They paused again when someone knocked on his door a second time. “Back to reality.”

“Back to reality, I’ll be in my office cleaning up messages and e-mails. Want to meet around noon and see where we are on the schedule?”

“Yeah, that should work.” He flipped the lock on the door. “Come in,” he added, moving behind his desk, putting on his formal work expression.

Chapter Seventeen

Farrin had thought long and hard during and after her mother’s surprise visit. This was the life she wanted, found she was adjusting quite well. Now all she had to do was get up the courage to tell her men what she really wanted. Maybe it would push them away and end the situation. If it didn’t, well the possibilities would be endless.

She spent two nights doing the layouts and drawings for her idea. It was a gamble, one the guy’s might shoot down. Then what would she do? She’d make her decision accordingly if and when that happened. She could always take on the project herself. It would just take longer to finish. For now, she wanted to revel in her new-found freedom of lust and need.

The next morning, she texted Van and Lyle, arranging to meet them at her condo later that evening. She gave no explanations, just a request they show up. Promptly at nine, her doorbell rang. Pulling a deep breath, she checked the peephole to make sure it was her guys waiting. Farrin wasn’t sure who was more surprised, Lyle or Van, as she opened the door and ushered them into her living room. She expected to be anxious or at least nervous, but she wasn’t. It all felt right and natural.

She stood in the doorway, watching them turn in circles as they took in the scene she set. The room was dark, save for the candle arrangements she’d placed in several spots. Her shades were drawn tight and dance music played low in the background.

“Well, what do you think of the changes I’ve made?” She didn’t hold back the smile on her lips. She stood, trying to see the room as they would. All her furniture was pushed to the walls, leaving the center of the room completely open, except for a single wooden, armless chair in the middle of the room. On a nearby table were bottles of massage oil and lubricant along with several unopened condoms. Two small, wrapped packages sat beside them.

“That’s quite an outfit you’re almost wearing,” Van ventured, taking in her scantily clad naked form. She wore a white bra with a demi cup, the top half of her breasts exposed, the material only covering the underneath. She had a long sleeved, translucent white shirt over it, unbuttoned. Her long pants were of the same material, showing her shaved pussy and long, toned legs. Farrin knew the look would surprise them. It was exactly what she wanted. Her hair was tossed up on her head in a mass of curls, tendrils cascading around her shoulders. Her makeup was heavily applied.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked calmly, walking to the dining room and pulling a bottle of wine from its ice bucket. She filled three glasses and then handed one to each of her men. Taking the third for herself, she proposed a toast. “To new ideas and unbridled lust.” They clinked glasses and drank. She noted how Van’s gaze kept roaming over her body and the room around them.

“I’d like you both to strip, here and now.” She walked to the single chair and sat, waiting and watching for their next move while sipping her wine. Lyle was the first to put his glass aside and start pulling off his clothing. Van was a bit more cautious. He finished his wine and put the glass on the table next to the wrapped packages, sitting on the sofa to toe off his shoes and tugging off his socks. By the time he stood to unbuckle his pants, Lyle was nude, his cock hard and bobbing in the cool air.

“Stroke it, Lyle. Make your cock harder.” He did as asked, his right hand clasping his erection and slowly sliding it up and back. She glanced at Van who was taking his time, watching Lyle as opposed to finishing removing his clothing.

“Van, do you have a problem?” she asked, making Lyle turn to stare at him, too. He never lost the rhythm of his fist on his cock.

“Just wondering what you have in mind,” he answered, dropping his pants to the floor, revealing he wore no boxers under them. With a step, he was free of them and paused only to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it on the sofa. “There, now I’m naked, too. Am I supposed to masturbate for you, too?”

“If you like,” she said with a cryptic smile. “Both of you, come and stand before me. I have a present for each of you.” When her men stood inches from her, she took a cock in each hand and continued masturbating them. “You’re both hard. I could fuck you both now.” She didn’t. Instead, she took them on a ride of need and heat, alternating pumping their cocks and sucking them down her throat.

Farrin realized she liked sucking their cocks, an epiphany that kept relighting each time she touched either man. But that was because it was her idea, her initiating the act. Both men oozed pre-cum and she lapped it up, cleaning each cock in turn, sucking them deeper. At one point, she shimmied out of the loose shirt, letting it fall from her shoulders.

“I’m going to come, Farrin,” Lyle whispered, his eyes closed, his stance centered. She pulled his cock from between her lips, tightened her hand around his shaft, and directed him so his load shot on her almost bare chest. Her hand continued to pump him until he was spent. She’d continued to manipulate Van’s cock and saw his body shutter, directing his cum to land on her chest, too.

She didn’t have to say anything. Both men approached and began licking their combined cum from her breasts. Lyle licked her clean while Van suckled each nipple. Farrin wrapped her hands behind each of their heads, holding them to her breasts, directing them without words until she came from their attentions.

“Oh my, look what you nasty men have made me do. I came all over myself. She released their heads and stood before them sliding the elastic waist of her pants down over her hips and letting them drop to the floor. She sat back in the seat and kicked them away. Lyle lowered to his knees and began licking her pussy, cleaning her of her own release. Van continued to suck her nipples. Her body shuttered a second time, much lighter, but still an orgasm. “Oh my, you did it again.” Her laughter made both men pause. “Well, you’ve earned your presents,” she told them, reaching a hand to Lyle to help him stand. Van gave one last tug of her nipple before backing away.

“Let’s get our wine,” she continued, as if they hadn’t just done what they did. As if both men weren’t nude in her living room or she sitting there naked except for a half bra, holding her breasts high. Handing a package to each man, she took her seat again, sipping from her glass. She did not give either man his glass.

Both packages were identical, and she watched the men glance to each other. The paper was torn and tossed to the floor as they opened their presents simultaneously. Lyle let out a low yelp and pulled the butt plug from the box. Van took his but gave her a skeptical look.

“Lyle, you seem more impressed with your present. You go first.” She put her glass aside and grabbed one of the bottles of lubricant. “Have you been a good boy this week?” she asked, searching his face for any clue he might not want to continue.

“I’ve been a bad boy, mistress.”

“I looked at another woman and thought about sucking her pussy.” He smiled widely and added, “But I didn’t. I only fantasized about doing her.”

“Over my knee for your punishment.”

Lyle was all too willing to lay face down over her knees. She spanked him several times with her palm before resettling him, so his filling cock was within her reach. She tugged him into place and handed Van the lube. “My hands are busy,” she said, one still lightly spanking Lyle’s butt cheeks, the other tugging on his erection from underneath. “Make sure he’s slippery,” she told Van, watching his eyes for a sign she’d crossed a line.

He took a step forward, flipping open the bottle and pouring some into his palm. He spread it between his hands and moved behind Lyle. Van used his hands and slick palms to cover Lyle’s cock and testicles with the lube. Then he dripped more of it from the bottle directly onto his anus, using his fingers to cover the area.

“All the way, Van. Make Lyle comfortable.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, using his fingertip to push the lube inside Lyle. “That’s right. Make him slick enough to accept my gift.” She continued to tug on Lyle’s cock and used her free hand to spank his cheeks. “Use your finger as if it were a cock, Van. Push deeper.” She noted his neck and face became covered with a crimson blush, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he fingered Lyle’s ass with the lube. All the while, Lyle was squirming over her lap, pushing his butt higher in the air to accept Van’s penetration. “Give me your toy, Lyle.”

He handed it to her and glanced up at her face. She noted the glowing smile on his lips and didn’t refrain from giving him several more taps before she slid the plug in his ass. “That’s wonderful, Farrin. I mean, ma’am.”

“Your cock just got fuller, Lyle. Stand and stroke it while I take care of Van. She said no other words, only looked at Van and nodded to her lap. He moved before her and assumed the position Lyle had. He received the same treatment. His buttocks were spanked until they glowed a soft red.

“Have you ever been spanked before, Van, or are you always the spanker?”

“I’m in charge,” he said, allowing her to continue.

“Not right now,” she told him and motioned for Lyle to move behind Van. Without prompting, he took the lube and made a process of slathering it on Van’s anus. He didn’t need any direction to use more and slide his finger inside his friend’s anus.