"I-"
Tracy leaned forward and silenced him with her full br**sts. She could feel him take in a deep breath of her while his fingers slowly clamped down onto her soft skin. The sensation of him warming up to the idea was palpable and exciting. Slowly but steadily, his fingers crept up the soft curves of her sides to just below where her bra sat. He then wrapped his hands around to her back and tightened, forcing his hot face deeper into her.
She groaned as he began to kiss his way out of her sexual embrace. Gordon moved up from between her br**sts, though still pressing her body close to his, and nibbled the spot near the very base of her neck.
Watching them closely from his seat, Mr. Hayes shifted and caught Tracy’s eye. For a moment, she had been lost in her talented chef’s touch.
"Can you help me, Mr. Hayes?"
He stood up and started toward her. He, too, was sporting a thick erection that bulged from under the seams of his pants, begging to be set free.
"Take off my bra."
Moving around to stand behind her, Mr. Hayes did exactly as he was told. The springy elastic snapped open and both of her soft tits fell out into her boyfriend’s hands. He reached around, pressing his meat against her back, and twirled each of her light ni**les.
"Yes," she hissed.
She leaned down and lightly kissed the side of Gordon’s jaw bone before standing. Without needing any direction, Mr. Hayes again wrapped his hands around her body, this time slipping both of them down the front of her soaked panties.
Tracy cried out when his fingers snaked down over her mound and slipped into her with ease. She spread her knees as far as she could without falling and let him feel her from the inside, but only for a minute. Then she moved his hands to her hips. It was a silent order to continue undressing her, one that he understood perfectly.
He jerked her panties down, allowing her to step out with one foot and fling them aside with the other. Finally naked, she turned her attention back to Gordon, who was nearly writhing in his seat with anticipation.
She bent over and pressed her slick lips against Mr. Hayes while she deftly undid Gordon’s zipper and pulled his member free. It was bigger than she had given him credit for.
Behind her, Tracy could feel her lover quickly undressing.
She leaned down, extended her tongue and slowly ran it from the base of Gordon’s c**k to the very tip, eliciting a moan from somewhere deep inside of him. He immediately grabbed a handful of her hair and squeezed. It was just hard enough to convey how badly he needed her.
Tracy plunged her mouth down onto him and sucked down. She could feel his every throbbing ridge as she moved up slowly, taking in his taste and scent to make him wait a little longer.
Her mouth popped softly when she reached the end and stood back over him. She hesitated there for a moment, but started down when Mr. Hayes grabbed both of her h*ps from behind and forced her onto him.
Gordon’s thickness spread her mouth open and pushed inside, instantly filling her up. All the while, Mr. Hayes kept his fingers wrapped around her hips, guiding her down and back up again in a slow, almost teasing manner. Tracy grabbed onto the back of the chair and turned back to Mr. Hayes.
"Come over here."
He walked to her left just in time to see her thrust her body down onto Gordon’s pole with a loud, wet slap. She opened her mouth to cry out for him, but was immediately silenced by Mr. Hayes. His long, thick shaft slipped past her lips and muffled her escalating cries of pleasure.
Tracy’s pace became more frantic. She hopped her body up and down over Gordon, pounding her pu**y against him hard enough to make her tits bounce and shake. She sucked down onto her boyfriend’s c**k and rocked her h*ps forward, grinding her engorged cl*t against Gordon’s hard body.
It was enough to easily push her over the edge, surprising even her. Tracy pulled her mouth away from Mr. Hayes and screamed with ecstasy as her walls throbbed and pulsed around Gordon’s thrusting member. A hot rush of her fluids rushed out, making her channel even slicker.
But there was no rest for Tracy. She knew that she had to maintain control over them, so she stood up and took a step back into Mr. Hayes’ waiting, groping hands.
"To the table; both of you," she ordered.
Gordon got up from his chair and slipped Mr. Hayes’ deep blue tie off of the table.
Tracy glanced over and asked, "What’s that, Mr. Baxter?"
He smirked and grabbed one of her wrists. For the first time, he and Mr. Hayes locked eyes with matching glimmers in their eyes. Tracy saw it, and she knew what it meant.
They had an idea.
Before she could demand otherwise, the two powerful men had bound her wrists together with the soft tie and each one of them greedily groped and kissed opposite sides of her body. By then, there was no hint of the cooperation she saw between them just moments before. They were still under her control after all.
"Now, f**k me," she told them.
Mr. Hayes, who had been waiting for too long, grabbed her first. He spun her around and pushed his hand into the spot between her shoulder blades, forcing her body down onto the table with a loud slap.
He entered her from behind and immediately went to work pounding his c**k into her lubricated hole. All the while, the rounded edge of the table bumped and massaged the precipice of Tracy’s quivering folds.
But before she could get too far again, Mr. Hayes suddenly pulled away and Tracy felt Gordon’s throbbing snake slide into her.
They’re taking turns with me, she realized and bit down onto her lip. A rising tide of screams and wails of pleasure made her head start to spin from a lack of air. Each and every thrust was harder than the last, the force of which made her barely able to breathe.
After long, Tracy couldn’t keep track of who was inside of her. She just laid her head down against the table with her bound hands in front of her head, begging for them to move faster. Again she was inching closer to cl**ax, this time with both men following close.
The men switched again. Tracy knew it was Gordon when his rough hand wedged its self between her pu**y and the hard table and started to massage her in hard, tight circles.
It was all that Tracy needed.
The coaxing from Gordon’s hand sent off a chain reaction in Tracy. A hot, blooming wave of pleasure raced outward through her body, starting from where his talented fingers ended.
"Yes," she screamed for him. "Fuck it out of me, Mr. Baxter!"
Just before the last pangs of ecstasy had finished, Tracy felt him jerk out of her. A second later, he grunted and shot out a stream of his hot cum toward her. It hit the table between her legs, speckling her with small drops of it.