The three of us finish yet another round of cocktails, and I’m wondering if I’m going to see the sun come up soon. In my time with Malik in his bedroom and the balcony, I’ve completely lost track of time as we explored each other and shared mutual orgasms. I can see his eyes getting heavy, and before long he excuses himself back to his room to sleep off the tequila and be ready for work in the morning. That leaves me alone with Hakeem in the living room; he’s still clad only in his navy boxer shorts from our game a couple of hours ago. I am naked still, laying across the armchair with a throw blanket covering most of my body as we catch each other giving looks to the other from opposite ends of the living room.
“Come with me, I want to show you something” Hakeem said as he got up and grazed over the top of my bare feet as he picked up our glasses and took them into the kitchen. Curious, I got up and wrapped the blanket around myself as I followed him down the hall, both sets of our bare feet tip-toeing on the linoleum floor as to not wake Malik. Their bedrooms are on opposite ends of the apartment, and while I’m sure he’s long since passed out, I don’t want to risk waking him and turning what I think is going to happen with Hakeem into a three-way. Not tonight, anyway – but maybe next time if there is one.
I’m only one step behind Hakeem, but he looks like he’s been on the bed waiting for me for hours. He is propped up on top of his royal blue comforter, left leg crossed over right and arms behind his head. “I’ve been waiting ages for you to finally get in here” he teased as I entered the room and joined him on the bed, still wrapped in my blanket from the couch. “Care for a drink?” I wonder if this is what he wanted to show me; some sort of bedroom bar to (further) liquor me up before we fuck and fall asleep. He doesn’t keep tequila back here, but cracked open a bottle of red wine and poured each of us a generous glass. I’ll probably regret this when I wake up, but for now it seems like a great idea.
After settling back onto the couch, Hakeem pulled a small speaker out of his side table and starts getting situated to play something. He must have a special playlist – we’ll see if it works on me! “Now you have to promise me you won’t judge what I’m about to play for you” he said, closing in on the song he wanted to play first. “This won’t be the first playlist I’ve heard, and believe me when I say there’s been some bad ones” I replied with a wink. “Oh no girl, this is no playlist. I created my own songs I want you to listen to.” Oh damn, I didn’t know Hakeem was a musician! And neither did Malik, as he went on to explain. He’s been quietly exploring this new interest and developing a few songs, but he’s not ready to share with Malik or anyone else – besides me, apparently.
As the music started, he shared more about this hobby and why he’s choosing to keep it to himself for now. “I’ve also wanted to make music, and have imagined the day where I heard my songs on the radio. But, as I grew up my parents made it clear I needed a ‘serious’ job and career when I grew up, and putting together beats wasn’t going to get me there. That’s one of the reasons why I started my business with Malik; I wanted to make my parents proud and still have a chance to make music in my free time. I just didn’t realize how little of it I would have owning a business – I’m serious, no judging!”
I almost tell him to shut up so I can hear the chorus when it hits, but he stops his story and turns the volume up a notch. I find myself, without thinking, swaying to the beat and starting to move myself closer to Hakeem until I ease my way into his lap. I’m still sipping on my wine, feeding my buzz while I let the music course through my body, running one hand through my hair and dancing my wine glass down my body with my other hand. Each beat I felt the cool glass light up part of my body; my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, down to my stomach and the tops of my inner thighs. All these sensations send goosebumps through my whole body, and Hakeem leans in to warm my chilled skin with his large, soft hands.
I set my wine glass back down on the side table and allow myself to melt into Hakeem’s welcoming embrace. His hands run up and down my arms, seemingly touching every single goosebump and sending electricity through my body and into my vagina. I lean back into his chest, still swaying with the music as one song ends and the next begins. He picks up on my rhythm and we begin to sway to the beat together. As we were moving to the music, I pick up my drink and take a full sip, feeling the burn all the way down my throat. With my other hand, I make my way to Hakeem’s penis, which is about half erect. I squeeze gently, hearing him let out a soft moan as his meaty cock fills my palm. The blood is rushing into his member, and I can see and feel it become harder over the next couple minutes as the music seems to fade further into the background.
Never before have I fucked two guys in one day, let alone within just a couple hours of each other. Malik gave my pussy an incredible fucking, but I am already wet and throbbing for Hakeem’s cock. He feels so smooth in my hand and I find myself rubbing my index finger up and down, caressing the ever-bulging vein that starts on the left side of his dick and crosses across the top to the right. I continue to squeeze gently, getting turned on with every moan that escapes Hakeem’s lips. Not wanting to waste another minute, I lean over him, my brown wavy hair grazing against his deep chocolate thighs as my mouth parts to meet the tip of his penis.
“I like it sloppy” Hakeem said as I open my mouth and take his thick, warm dick inside of me, sliding across the top of my tongue and touching the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in, covering his hard dick in a mouthful of warm, slippery saliva-just as he told me he liked it. I hear him let out a moan louder than the ones a few minutes before, which sends a charge in between my thighs. I remove his member from my mouth, watching the thread of saliva hang on to his cock as it falls out of my mouth and stands erect between his legs. He is rock hard, but managing to hang down towards his bulging thighs; I felt the girth between my lips and I cannot wait to have it deep inside me.
I allow myself to take a quick break to catch my breath and allow my jaw to rest after taking in all that dick. I want to draw this out for hours, but I know my pussy won’t last long once it starts getting rammed by this mega dick on Hakeem. My mind already started wandering about all the places I hope to have him in the coming weeks; hell, coming days! My office? His work truck? Right back here in his bedroom? I hope Malik isn’t the jealous type; our quick fuck on the balcony earlier was fun, but Hakeem in terms of charm and, frankly, physical offerings, drives it home that it’s no competition who I’d want to have a repeat fuck with.
Enough of thinking of the next bang, I have to get back to solely focusing on this one, with his throbbing cock mere inches from my face. I lean in and take it in my mouth again, feeling him involuntarily pulse himself upwards in my mouth and let the spit start flowing on him once again. The music is still playing but I long stopped caring about it-remind me to come back to these later and ask since they are Hakeem originals. I pick up my pace on his dick, bathing where I left off just a few moments ago. “Oh fuck yeah, girl, let me fuck your mouth” he moaned out as he took his hands at the back of my head, thrusting himself in and out while increasing speed. I can feel the palms of his hands getting sweaty holding the base of my head.
“I love the fucking you’re giving my mouth, now push me onto the bed and show me wha you can do with this pussy” I demanded, pushing my hands against his thighs to break the connection between my mouth and his dick. Hakeem was quick to oblige, scooping down to pick me up, one arm under my knees and the other under the base of my shoulders. He turned me around and tossed me onto the bed, my head crashing into the pile of pillows that were once neatly organized at the head of the bed. “I want you to not be able to forget me when you listen to this song – I’m all yours in this moment. Let’s make each other cum”.
Without waiting another second, Hakeem pressed himself on to me, forcing my knees open to each side of him as he took in the sight of my throbbing clit, dripping with anticipation. He sat up and leaned over to get something out of his side table. “You’re going to need this” he said, holding up a bottle of premium-brand lube. “Let me get you ready” I replied, holding out my hand as he squeezes a generous amount out into my palm. I glided my hand easily on his shaft, it getting more slick and shiny with each tug up to the tip, making the vein running across the top pop out even more.
“Your pussy smells fantastic” he whispered to me as he positioned himself on top and entered me, sliding in effortlessly as I was drenched and waiting for him. I melted in pleasure feeling the full length of his shaft inside of me; his cock had the perfect amount of curve to fill my entire pussy and hit my G-spot, forcing me to release gasps of pent-up desire with each of his pumps inside of me. “Stay right there, that’s perfect” I moaned and begged him to stay deep inside me; I rotated my hips around him and let the round, firm tip of his cock touch every last bit of my G-spot, and I could feel I wasn’t going to last much longer. I shifted my body down in an effort to push him even further inside me, instantly releasing any control left I had over my body. “I can feel you cumming around my cock” Hakeem whispered, “I hope you creamed all over me”. He pulled himself out for a moment, allowing me to catch my breath, and we both noticed his dick covered in my cum, looking stark white against his dark skin.
“Turn around, all fours” he commanded seconds later, and I happily obliged, shaking legs and all. I positioned myself on all fours, curving my ass into the air and still presenting to him a ready and welcoming pussy. Hakeem moved into position, grabbing the front of my hips with each hand and crashing back into me; I was still sensitive from my orgasm only moments ago, and I release even more moans of pure pleasure as I feel the sensation radiate from my G-spot throughout my whole midsection. “I want to feel you explode into me; give me your load, Hakeem” I beg as he continues to thrust, taking turns smacking each ass cheek as they’re staring him right in the face.
“I’m about to fill you up” he said as his speed intensified. “Harder, fuck me harder!” I begged as I braced for the last few moments until he loaded me with his cum. It wasn’t much longer until I felt him shooting inside of me, ribbon after ribbon of cum emptying out of him and into my waiting pussy. “Fuck, Hakeem – that was great” I managed to get out after he finished his load and slowly pulled himself out of me. I stayed up on all fours for a moment, then joined him in the now-destroyed pillow pile; it wasn’t long until I felt part of his cream start to dribble down my thighs. “Let me taste you” I asked, leading his fingers down to my legs and then back to my mouth, sucking the cum off and taking in the taste of both of our combined orgasms.
We allow ourselves a few moments to lay and reminisce on what just happened; I see the impending sunrise from between the crack of his blackout curtains. It’s the dawn of a new day, and I’ve spent all night fucking two men; friends, roommates, business partners, clients of mine. I don’t want to leave, but I want to make my exit before Malik wakes and forces us to have an awkward three-way morning after. I decide that it’s time for me to get dressed and make my way back to my car, left at the restaurant from last night, where our encounter began as purely business. “Can we do this again sometime?” Hakeem asked as he got up, putting on a fresh tee shirt and pair of gym shorts. “The whole night, or just a specific part of it?” I asked, coyly, trying to determine if he was interested in continuing this as a three-person experience, or if he was interested in only our part. “I don’t know what you and Malik were doing, but we’re all adults here. If you want to fuck both of us going forward, I’ll try to keep my jealousy at bay, but selfishly I want you all to myself” Hakeem said with a wink.
“Let me get my head around all of what happened tonight, and I’ll call you” I offered, needing time to make sense of what happened tonight and what this means for our professional relationship moving forward. That, plus my pussy needs a chance to recover after a full night of banging by both men. I slip my clothes back on, then make my way to the door, Hakeem following me to make sure I get on my way okay; he leans in for a goodbye kiss, which I welcome. I open the door to the apartment and walk out into the morning as I hear Malik’s bedroom door open, leaving to allow him and Hakeem to discuss (or not!) last night as I process the same on the walk back to my car. I have just over an hour to get myself together and be back in the office; pulling out my phone, I check my calendar and see my first appointment is with another pair of business partners, and my mind automatically goes back to last night, my clit tingling as I remember both Malik and Hakeem inside of me…how am I going to get through this day?