“Fuck,” Martin breathed. “You’re so tight,”
She wondered if he was used to fucking Cindy. She seemed like she might be loose. Viola grinned, but she didn’t speak. She just rocked back and forth atop the man, up as she went forward, so his cock slid almost out of her, and then pushing down as she moved back, so it was buried deep within her tight snatch.
His hands explored her body, sliding up and down her side, his fingertips light on her sensitive parts. He played with her tits, squeezing them, feeling her hard nipples pressing against his palms. Fingers rolled her nipples softly between them. Then his hands moved downward, to her hips, helping set a faster rhythm as she rocked on his cock. Then around to her ass, where his long fingers gripped into her skin.
“I’m going to come,” Viola said, just moments before she did. She gasped as he shoved upward, grabbing her hips and burying his cock further into her than anyone had ever gone. Her walls squeezed his shaft as the orgasm tore through her body.
Then it was his turn, and he was emboldened. Martin threw her to the side and then climbed atop and slid into her juicy pussy. He fucked her fast, but was still gentle, planting small kisses along the side of her neck, down over her collarbone, all around her nipple. When he came he didn’t announce it, he just grunted, and she felt his cock jump, and for the second night in a row, a billionaire blew his sticky white load into her brown pussy.
4
Over the next couple of weeks, Viola went on dates with both of the men. It was a blast, a time that she knew she would never forget. James had called her after all, and a couple of weeks after their first date he took her to see the opera, which she had never done. Afterwards, they fucked in the limo, with her riding his cock as they rode around town.
By the time she had gone on her second date with James, she had been on two more with Martin. He had taken her to a concert, where she got to see the show from the side of the stage and meet the group afterwards. That night she blew Martin since he got sidetracked by business, sucking him off and swallowing his cum as he spoke on his cell phone. He made it up to her by taking her to the zoo the next day, and afterwards, they went to his home just outside the city and made love all afternoon. It was soft and sweet, and he came inside of her again.
In the next six months, she fucked and sucked both men, and though sometimes they each came on her, whether it be plastering her face with their sticky sperm, or splashing it on her tits, when they came inside her it was always without a condom. Neither man knew about the other, as far as Viola knew, and at the very least they didn’t ask her about any other men she might be dating.
They both showered her with gifts while showing her a side of life she never thought she would experience. James spoke with a restaurant manager he knew, and Viola left Vine and went to work there, a place called Sharp. It was a big promotion, and Viola found herself in charge of the wait staff, and with enough of a raise to get a better apartment, downtown, close to where she worked.
Martin bought her a new car, and while it wasn’t a sports car like his, it was expensive enough that Viola balked originally. She told the man over and over she couldn’t accept it, but he wouldn’t hear it. Eventually, she simply kept the car.
In the eighth month of dating both men, Viola had a shock. She had been feeling nauseous for days at a time, and she had missed her last period, and still hadn’t had it a week and a half after she was supposed to. Alone at home one night, she took a test, and it came out positive. She was pregnant.
The worst part was she didn’t know who the father was. It could only be Martin or James’. She sat and cried, all through the night. In the morning, she knew what she had to do, and she called James and asked him to meet her at her apartment. He was there after work, and she smiled softly.
“I think we have to break up,” Viola said. The man looked shocked. His eyes went wide for a minute.
“What? Why?” he asked.
“I can’t tell you,” Viola said, instantly regretting it, she knew it sounded bad.
“You cheated on me? I never knew we were official or anything,” James said. He tried to remain stoic, but he sounded hurt.
“No, it’s nothing like that,” Viola said, but then she regretted it. “Well, I have been seeing someone else… but really… it’s not that.”
“It’s not?” James asked.
“I’ve been seeing him as long as I’ve been seeing you. It’s not new. It’s not why I want to break up. If anything, now, I really want to be with you. It’s you I want. Really. But I can’t. It’s not fair to you.”