I’m lounging on the back deck when Bruce sets a pile of finger sandwiches on the table. He’s made several flavors and I wish I could taste them all but I could never eat that much. Luckily the kitchen is one of his favorite hangouts and he’s always preparing something delicious.
Choosing one of the sandwiches, he pulls the top piece of bread off, then sets the portion with filling on the ground for Grizabella.
She rubs against his leg then licks the treat. He scratches her then sits beside me. “Eat up.”
Grabbing a bready triangle, he stuffs the whole thing into his mouth.
“How am I supposed to pick when you make so much good food?”
He shrugs and picks up another. “We’ll never make you pick.”
Extending the sandwich, he offers me a bite, smirking at his innuendo. The sandwich is creamy pimento cheese yumminess. Before I’ve swallowed, he downs the rest of the little sandwich and picks up another.
Realizing what he’s doing, I lick my lips and open for another bite. This one’s cucumber. Once again, he gives me a bite then eats the rest.
We do this through each iteration of sandwich he’s made and I’m getting full. I check the clock. “I better get ready for tonight. I thought Malachi was coming home first, have you heard from him?”
“He got held up on a job, but don’t worry. Just put your dress on, you don’t need all that makeup and hair stuff anyway. I’m just going to mess it up.”
“Promises, promises.”
He growls and scoops me out of my chair. “If you tease me, we won’t make it to the club.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. We could just tell the guys to come home.”
“And miss our one-year anniversary at Club Sin? Not a chance.” He deposits me in my room. “Meet me at the car in ten minutes.”
“Ten?”
“How long does it take to put a dress on?”
I close the door in his face and laugh as his grumbles disappear down the hallway. I think back over the year as I select what to wear. Some things like my job and my chronic fatigue remain unchanged, although with three men to do the heavy lifting around the house, I have fewer flare ups.
Other things like having a stalker are completely different. Matt is behind bars and the guys promise me he won’t be a problem if he ever gets out. It turns out I had been the 911 operator on a call when his girlfriend died. A recording of the call had been played on the evening news. While my name was never mentioned, he’d heard my voice and wanted me to pay for not getting help to his girlfriend in time.
But that was a lifetime ago. The only reason Valerie and I scan the streets when we get off work these days is to see if any of our guys have shown up. They sometimes surprise us to get time alone.
She was so intrigued by my situation, she ended up finding her own set of guys, which prompted Monica to do the same. Who would have thought the TV dinner eating, Netflix-binging friend would open the door to so much sexiness?
***
Bruce carries me into Club Sin. It’s become a thing. The guys carry me in and out, every time. Regulars might think my legs don’t work since they’ve never seen me walk, and it’s not so far from the truth afterward. I’m limp by the time we’re finished.
Stopping in front of Room Two, Bruce unlocks the door. Jeff and Malachi are inside, the bed and floor are covered in rose petals and candles offer the only light.
They talk over each other, wishing me a happy anniversary, and take turns kissing me while Bruce has me in his arms.
Jeff passes out champagne and Bruce sets me on my feet while we kick the evening off.
I’m eager to celebrate with my guys, and motion for Malachi to undo my zipper. He’s about to find out my little surprise.
He’s peeling my dress from me when he pauses. “Fuck, where are the rest of your clothes?”
Bruce shoves my dress down and it’s no longer a secret that I don’t have a bra or panties on.
“You weren’t there to help me pick so I went without.” Not to mention, I didn’t want any excuse for them to delay getting their hands on me and their cocks in me.
I rub a hand over the front of Malachi’s strained slacks then upward, taking his tie in my hand. “Let’s get this party started.”
Hands and mouths take over my body. I’ll never tire of being worshipped. Tire may be the wrong word but the way they make me feel like a queen, or pussy cat, as they prefer, reminds me that my life can be enjoyable.
My clothes and shoes are gone. A hand rubs over my sex. My mouth is claimed by passionate kisses. And stress washes away from my body as hands massage every part of me. But as insanely handsome as they all are, I love the surrender that the blindfold offers.
“Forgetting something, boys?”
All seduction stops and I tuck my finger under Jeff’s tie. A wicked grin covers his face as he removes his tie and wraps it around my head.
“I can still see. Sure you don’t want to use the blindfold?”
Malachi undoes his tie and adds it. Then a second later Bruce’s tie finishes the effort.
One of them drops to his knees and nuzzles my belly before forcing my stance wider so he can lick my clit.
The sound of clothes hurriedly being ditched humors me but I’m already dropping into my fantasy world, ready to exist for the sole purpose of pleasure.
All of my senses normally go to work guessing whose body parts are where but tonight, I’m going a step further, allowing myself to fully immerse with no interpretation. They joke about petting the pussy cat, and tonight, I’m going to embrace that fully.
Hands and mouths return to my body and I’m lifted. A thick erection prods underneath me as I’m held.
“Let’s do something different tonight,” I say on a whim.
“As long as I get to fuck you, I’m in.” Bruce always has a way with words.
“Pass me around. Don’t let me touch the floor. I want to feel like I’m floating all night long.”
A hand turns my head to the side and lips crash onto mine while arms reach around, kneading my breasts and toying with my nipples. And the cock still prods at me from below. My body is consumed and that’s where I want to be.
The cock fills me and I become a volatile toy in their hands. An orgasm builds until I’m no longer able to hold myself up. My walls tighten around the thick shaft. Jolts of electricity shoot through me. The men ease my body through the release, slowing their efforts as cum spills out of me.
“Fuck, you’re hot with all of our ties binding you.” The words flit through my mind as the cock slides out of me, leaving me hungry for the next.
My insides are still warm.
I’m passed to the next one and I wrap my legs around the narrow waist as I’m eased onto a fully primed cock. My sex welcomes the new shaft and the slow pumps he makes as he lifts and lowers my body.
All I have to do is exist, float, and orgasm. A firm grip on my breast pulls me out enough for a mouth to capture my nipple, a tongue alternating between flicking and sucking. My head is turned the other direction with kisses moving over my neck and mouth as moans surround me. We work in synchronicity as the cock inside of me swells. A finger is on my clit and my body can’t resist the sweet torture of being played from the inside and out.
I’m so complete with them I can’t believe I almost walked away.
I slide my mouth out of the kiss and nip at his ear, sucking as my orgasm nears the breaking point. Then I’m gone, shuttled from the real world into carnal bliss as they ease me through another orgasm.
Forcing my attention back to the moment, I savor the punctuated thrusts and whispers of love as he releases inside of me. I slump into him and the other two focus their attentions on the rest of me so I can drape myself. Adding another lover’s scent to the sex cocktail filling the room plays to my heightened senses as the spent cock slowly pulls out, leaving my body with a sense of emptiness.
“My turn,” is growled as hands envelope my waist and take ownership.
My legs can’t wrap around the giant’s waist but strong arms help hold me in position. The thickness of his tip presses against my slippery entrance, and still, it catches my breath.
I can pretend I don’t know who’s who, but I do, and there’s no denying this is Bear.
He’s huge in every way and always makes sure to give my body time to adjust. Slowly and methodically, he enters me.
Moans fill the air, a mixture of mine and his. And based on what else I hear, one of the guys who already got off is stroking himself. Getting off again, so soon? Fuck, that’s hot. I love it when they’re ready to go again and again. I love the erotic bond that brings us together.
The intense drag of the thick cock filling me over and over pushes me to the max. I’m so stretched, my clit is stimulated with each movement.
A hand curls in my hair, angling my head for a tongue to slide into my welcoming mouth, and my body goes into a tailspin.
My walls convulse around the shaft and he picks up the pace, growling as my release strips him of control. I love the moment when they try to resist but can’t. They’re so feral when I pull them over the edge.
Each pump ushers a soft purr from me, reminding me that I’m their sweet pussy…cat.
As our bodies come to rest, the kiss deepens, grunts filter through, and I pick back up on the sounds of a cock being stroked. Seconds later the kiss falters and warmth sprays my side as one of them nuts on me.
I collapse into Bear’s massive chest as the other two men join us in an embrace. I’ve never felt so warm and protected.
I might have even drifted off but nibbles on my neck bring me back to the room.
Jeff gently bites my neck and I shiver.
“No marks,” I say.
“What if I leave them where they’re not visible?” He trails downward, past my shoulder, and nips my side.
“You’ve been talking to your friends in Room Three, haven’t you?”
He bites and kisses several times. “Don’t you think love bites sound fun? You nipped at my ear a minute ago. I thought it was a suggestion.”
“I’m closer to being ready for that one than anal.” I’ve held out on anal, but maybe, just maybe, they’ll convince me to try out the kink we’ve been hearing is popular in Room One. We’ve already got the Daddy thing mastered, it’s just whether I’m ready for them to use all of my holes.
Malachi says, “I don’t care if you never try anything else, as long as you’re safe and let us take care of you. You’re more important than any of the kinks we’re dying to try.”
“Speak for yourself,” Bear says then tightens his hold on me. “I’m just kidding, but you know what they say…”
“Um, I don’t.”
“A new year, a new kink,” Bruce clarifies.
“Nobody says that, Bruce,” Jeff says.
“They should. It’s pretty catchy, don’t you think.”
“You better stick to cooking and driving, making up sayings isn’t really your thing,” I tease.
“Whatever you want, Pussy Cat. I love you.”
And there they go again, each of them professing their love, adorning me with kisses and another round of orgasms.
I couldn’t ask for a better selection of guys, but I don’t dare destroy their egos by telling them that I love their domestic skills as much as their dicks.
I can’t believe that I’d once assumed I’d never find a guy. My life is truly complete and I’m overwhelmed with the love and care they have for me.
“I love all of you, too. Now take me home and put me to bed. I’m tired.”
