I want to say that I knocked the rest of the interview out of the park. I think I certainly made a showing for myself, and Brandon told me of how he often works with the poor of the town. I felt Brandon’s heavy gaze on me more than once, weighing and measuring my responses, my posture. Andy’s eyes, like mine, seemed restless, as if he didn’t know where he was allowed to look. Maybe he just wasn't used to seeing black people in the part of town, not sure he was okay with one watching his daughter.
I got up, picked up my coat.
“You’re a very pretty girl, you know that Tanya?” Brandon’s deep, powerful voice boomed behind me.
“Um. Excuse me?” I carefully checked my natural response, which was to beam at the complement from a man who clearly took such good care of himself. I turned. Both of the men were standing, ready to see me out. Then they stepped toward me and I wondered if that were really what they were ready for.
Brandon pushed me against a wall and pressed a kiss on my lips. I could feel his knee pressing between my thighs and I spread them, allowing him access to my most private place. I could feel the strength in his arms as he pressed against me, almost stifling, almost painful, but at the same time I felt like all that strength would go toward protecting me.
Brandon broke his kiss with me and leaned against me, his hot breath in my ear, and I could feel Andy push past him and latch his lips onto my dark neck. Teeth scraped my earlobe and I could feel a hand pressed against my ribs, though whose I couldn’t have said. I groaned softly, the pleasure flowing through my body. I had to stop this. I pushed gently on Brandon’s chest, and he gave me an inch’s breathing room.
“I don’t think I’m comfortable sleeping with a man for a job, guys. I’m sorry if there was a misunderstanding, I’ll just get my things, and go. No harm, no foul.”
I could hear Andy’s voice, silky smooth, when he spoke into my ear.
“Don’t worry about that, Tanya. This is just about three adults having fun together.”
His lips found my neck again, and for a second I felt my resolve slip again, but I caught myself at the last second, before I fell for good.
“I’mavirgin” I blurted out all at once, squirming away. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Brandon’s fingers twined through my hair and he ruffled it playfully.
“No reason to be embarrassed about something like that, darling. We’ll be plenty gentle if you’ll have us.” He touched his forehead to mine and looked into my eyes. “I don’t think you’ll regret it.”
I looked into his eyes, and I knew that to him, it probably wasn’t anything serious. He honestly thought I would enjoy making love with the two of them. I nodded and he smiled a predator’s smile.
He got behind me, then, his powerful arms wrapped around my body and holding me still while his lover eyed the pair of us with a hazy, lust-filled expression. Andy’s slender fingers reached up and popped the button on my blouse. He leaned forward and kissed my neck, and Brandon leaned down and kissed the other side, surrounding me in pleasure. Another button was undone, and another. I felt teeth dig into my neck and I gasped and mewled.
And then, all of a sudden, my blouse didn’t have any buttons left to undo, and I could feel Andy’s eyes on my body. He pushed my shirt aside, revealing my purple bra to his eyes, not as sexy as I’d thought I would wear for my first time.
“Don’t look. It’s embarrassing.”
I looked at my feet and shifted as much as I could with Brandon holding me so still. Andy reached forward and grabbed my chin, gently pulling my face up to look him in the eye, and he kissed me wordlessly. He pushed my bra up and my breasts fell free.
He drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, and I gasped. Brandon let go of me and I pulled Andy’s head closer, shoving his face into my bosom. Brandon’s hand found mine and pulled it down, as he whispered huskily into my ear.
“Touch me.” I muttered my assent and let him guide my hand down to his cock.
I couldn’t see it, since Brandon was standing behind me, but it felt huge. I couldn’t quite get my fingers all the way around it, and I felt afraid. Could that thing fit inside me? Would he laugh at me when it didn’t fit? I was lost in my thoughts until he put his hand back on mine, wrapped around his cock, and he gave it a jerk, making me rub up and down his shaft.
Andy reached down and unzipped his own pants. Brandon whispered into my ear how good my hand felt, and then he asked me if I would take Andy into my mouth. I dropped down to a crouch and was treated to Andy’s cock spilling out of his boxers right on eye-level. I grabbed it with my other hand, trying to keep rubbing Brandon, and licked the head.
Andy cried out and I took that as a good sign, taking his member into my mouth and trying to take it as deep as possible. He moaned and I renewed my efforts with my hand on Brandon, trying to make sure he didn’t feel left out. I realized how slutty I must look, like some kind of porn star, and I laughed a little around the cock in my mouth.
Andy had been talking dirty to me the whole time: “Babe, oh, God, your mouth feels so good,” “How did you get so good at this,” and so on. Then he said, his voice ragged from pleasure, the magic words: “Please Tanya, let me fuck you. Please.”
I looked up and he had a desperate look on his face, and I felt genuine power surge through me. I could say ‘no,’ I knew. And he’d listen. But he needed me to say ‘yes,’ needed it like a starving man needs food. I let his cock fall out of my mouth and nodded again.
I laid down on my back, the wood floor cold against my hot skin, and he knelt down between my thighs.
“I don’t have any condoms, Tanya, babe. Is it okay?”
“I’m on the pill,” I said. It was mostly true, anyways.
He rubbed his cock against my lower lips and I could feel the emptiness in my pussy more than I’d ever felt it before, an itch deep inside that I knew was about to be scratched. He rubbed the shaft against my clit, aping the motion of sex, and I pressed up against him, wanting to feel more of that stimulation, and just when things were getting good he pulled away and started to rub the head of his cock against my inner lips.
I was afraid it would hurt. Andy looked down at me, rubbing gently, and asked if I was ready. I looked up, wanting to tell him I was, but I wasn’t sure. Brandon seemed to sense my unease, and he reached down and pinched both my nipples, hard. I gasped and shouted a bit, and while I was feeling angry about that, Andy pressed into me hard.
The feeling inside me was indescribable. It was a feeling of fullness and stretching and the pain that brought with it, but at the same time it felt right, righter than I could have possibly imagined. I purred like a God damned kitten. I’d have done anything at that point. I’d have cosigned a mortgage as long as it got me more cock.
He started to move inside me and just when I thought I was living in a world of pure sensation, I felt Brandon’s fingers against my lips. I took them into my mouth, sucking like a lollipop, and he guided my head over to his lollipop and pushed it into my mouth. It filled me mouth completely; I tried to move, but my neck was reaching to its limits so I let him push into my mouth like he was fucking my face while Andy pushed into my pussy.
I could feel him losing his rhythm, pushing deeper and longer and erratically and I thought that perhaps Andy was going to cum. I was right.
He pulled out and spurted a long thick strand of cum that landed on my tits, which somehow had gone from feeling like bothersome deposits of fat to these powerful sexual objects that held these two men hostage. I groaned my disappointment around Brandon’s cock. Some maternal instinct deep down made me desperately want to feel that cum in my pussy, and not getting filled up felt somehow wrong.
I took Brandon’s huge cock out of my mouth and I thought he would move between my still-spread legs, but instead he looked at me for a second and sat back.
“Let’s try something, Tanya. I think you’ll like this. Stand up.”
I stood up awkwardly. He waved me closer to him until I was standing over him, lying on the ground.
“Crouch down and kneel on my cock, babe.” Andy helped keep me from falling as I tried to line him up with my greedy pussy. It took three tries to get his head rubbing against just the right spot.
“Just ease down, as slow as you like.” I tried to push down but he stuck just a bit and I heard Brandon hiss below me. I eased back off and tried to settle down again. I had to pull off and push back on a dozen times before I could just settle my weight, but when I finally managed it I felt like I was going to split in half.
“Thanks,” he said, and I realized I had said it out loud. Brandon had a cocksure look on his face and I blushed again.
Andy’s mouth latched onto my nipple and he pinched the other, and I pushed off until Brandon was almost falling out of my pussy and dropped back down. He groaned and I did it again. Each time I bounced up and down I could hear my breathing getting more and more ragged, and almost in time with the rise of my pleasure Andy sucked harder, switching breasts.
I could feel myself approaching orgasm again, desperate for completion, and as I flew towards the edge I felt Brandon push down on my hips hard, and his cock twitched inside me.