This is going to sound like something out of that stupid throw away novel ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’. And I don’t do all nicey nicey with love hearts and rainbows, even if there are whips and spankings involved. But the snow is falling heavily and I’m stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no coat, four inch heels, wearing a red lace see through top – no bra, paired with black leather trousers and a car that won’t fucking start. If you’re thinking I’m possibly on my way to a tryst, you’re right on the money my friend. Only fate has gotten in the way somewhat.
My heart is beating a good bit faster than I’d like. The car isn’t even safely off the road. There are no lights, except for far off in the distance and my phone battery is only at three percent.
Don’t panic. Calm Sam.
There’s about two or three inches of snow on the ground and more is dropping all the time. I reckon I’ve got a window of about ten minutes to try and save myself.
God, what a reckless idiot I am! I’d better text him, quick.
Hi Declan. You’re not going to believe this but my car has broken down. I’m not far away but I’m stuck. I’m panicking a bit.
My phone drops to two percent and suddenly I don’t feel this is very Fifty Shades any more. This would never happen to that Anastasia character…she only travels by helicopter and subs for millionaires.
Shit! Where are you? Screenshot your location Sam. We’ll come get you.
My pulse is bolting for the stable door now. Fingers flying I screenshot where I am, wrestling fear and excitement in the dark.
You are a switch girl. Not a little flower. Settle and get your mind in control of this…
I’m here. Battery almost dead on my phone.
My Samsung beeps three times and then it’s gone. Has my message even been received? Fuck!!
I sit shivering, thinking. I listen carefully. Part of me thinks I should get out in case a car comes along and collides with me but I’ll freeze. And the road is not busy since it is past midnight.
As always when waiting, the minutes elongate as if rubberised. I start to think to myself, how am I going to handle this even if they do turn up? Two big tattooed country guys, hoping for a threesome with a strong red headed female and I turn out to be some tearful stranded filly, frozen cold and decidedly not horny. I need to get it together. Things are rarely as bad as you think. They will be here soon and when they are, everything will be fine. You’re not that Anastasia wimp.
Lights beam through my windscreen. Their car pulls up in front. An interior light flicks on and my curiosity is sated. Declan’s friend is a handsome lad and even from here I can see he is nervous. That pleases me.
Declan throws open the door, confident, firm and masculine as always.
‘So what’s happening?’ he says.
‘God, I am glad to see you.’
He smiles beneath that big rugged beard.
‘You didn’t think I’d leave you here stranded on your own, did you?’
I laugh. That’s exactly what I thought. But I assure him it’s not.
He pops open the bonnet and he and Adam do their thing. The jump leads get me going and Declan rides shotgun with me as we make our way to his house.
He has it so cosy inside. The woodburner is going and he fixes us a drink. Whilst he rummages in the kitchen I acquaint myself with Adam. His shyness is so hot. I can’t wait to break through those walls and see him do rude things that he will blush about later.
He and Declan are obviously good friends. They are relaxed with each other and the banter flies easy. I sit between them while Declan plays guitar till the realisation hits that I’m going to have to make the first move. So I stroke Declan’s thigh and rest my other hand high on Adam’s leg. We talk a little just like that. Just relaxing, just warming up. But having sat in the car for so long, I need extra warming.
I stand up, knowing I probably look pretty good in the half light, my red lace top clinging and my trousers hugging my body. I move over to the wood burner and squat, feeling their eyes roving over my ass. My hands grow warm quickly as does my face. But I remain a little longer to let them have a good look at me.
These men need rewarded. They need to know what a grateful woman looks and feels like. They’re going to learn a whole new definition of gratitude.
I turn around and crawl across the room to where Declan is sprawled out on the couch. I ask nicely to see his cock and am rewarded with a smack of his bare shaft across my face. I smile and stare up at him, mouth open.
‘Feed it to me,’ I say. ‘Please.’
An emotion flashes across his face; amusement I think and desire. He holds himself and grants my wish, slipping his girthy phallus between my lips. I love how relaxed he is and so unselfconscious. This man is thoroughly at home doing whatever he pleases with his beautiful cock.
Behind me, Adam is getting braver.
‘We don’t need these anymore,’ he says, removing my red studded leather boots.
He kisses my back after he has tossed them aside. Large fingers find the waistband of my leather trousers and I sink Declan’s cock till his shaft strokes my tonsils. Adam isn’t going to hang about now it seems. There’s a tearing and a rustle, leaving me in no doubt he is suiting up. I’m about to be double penetrated for the very first time.
I can’t stifle my moans. Even with Declan’s big cock thrusting into my mouth. He holds my hair back and fondles my tits, compliments me on them while Adam drives all the way home. And oh my stars, I am blinded by pleasure. It’s like a wave flowing through me, over and over. It’s like a sherbet sugar hit in my pussy that spreads all the way down to my toes. It doesn’t stop, because they aren’t stopping. I start to melt and without even thinking I begin to bounce. Forwards, back, forwards, back. There’s no lag in ecstasy between thrusts, I’m always full of cock and always being used. I was meant for this. It’s not going to be enough. I want everything.
Suddenly Declan throws his legs up in flagrante and commands me to lick his ass. He knows I will, I’ve done it before. It is no hardship. To please a partner never should be. He just lies there, in bliss while I tongue him and Adam enjoys the use of my sensitised pussy. Both men are grunting and groaning. My hand strokes and twirls around Declan’s dick as I spit, lick, kiss and tongue fuck his ass.
Adam withdraws, much to my dismay, lifts me up from my knees and orders Declan to fuck me. He wants to watch. He lowers me onto him and sits back like an emperor, eyes full of hunger so dark they resemble engine oil. I am soaking and the noises are obscene as I fuck the big man’s dick in and out. He cannot leave my tits alone. He cannot keep still. He drives up, over and over, ramming me hard enough to take my breath away if I had any left. I rest my head on his shoulder and let him ragdoll me. A cold wetness touches me and I know Adam has applied lube to my ass.
I’m afraid. I don’t mind admitting it. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. I kiss Declan and grasp his neck, shoving my peachy derriere towards Adam by way of encouragement. Euphoria has me hanging until I feel his slippery tip pop inside. It is full. It hurts. Little by little they pursue the deeper parts of me, where my flesh is hotter and my walls soaking wet. I become the filling of a very sexual sandwich, being filled, being devoured by two very hungry men. Movement is limited on my part, their hands grip tight and I know there will be bruises on my body tomorrow. But I’ll wear them with pride.
I paw at Declan’s tattoos, keening and with my other hand reach back to grasp Adam’s ass. I don’t want this to end. I never want just one man again, not with this on the table.
Then it does end. Declan grimaces and pumps, slamming me hard onto Adam’s rigid body, his orgasm triggers his and I’m swamped in between, pulsing and crying and creaming. Everything stops except the sweating and racing of heartbeats. I feel like a twig, so brittle I might break if moved. They seem to know this and hold me for a moment.
Adam retreats first. Then Declan lays me down on the sofa in the firelight till I recover my wits enough to brave the drive home.
There has been a little more snow since I arrived now but not very much. But it’s ok. I think I have proved to myself I am no Anastasia. I can definitely hold my own, even if that does sound like I’m too big for my boots.
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