Tabitha Bradley: Enticed

Tamara closed her eyes as she was brutally kissed, his tongue pressing into her mouth, exploring it ruthlessly. She felt her nipples harden, even as her body began to tremble. The hand squeezing her breast almost hurt, it was so tight. She felt a tingling between her legs, and she moaned again.

The brown haired man left her lips finally, grinning. "I think she likes it," he said to his darker companion. His hand stayed on her breast, kneading it. The other man took this opportunity to lean in, pressing his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He caught hold of her tongue, and began to suck it, as his hand closed around her other breast.

Eyes closed, Tamara squirmed under the attention, gasping, moaning softly.

She felt the waistband of her pants loosen, and then felt them being yanked over her hips, down around her ankles. She heard a voice, the other man, laughing quietly, "She's wet. She does like this." Then a finger was plunged into her depths, a slick wet sound accompanying the feeling of penetration. She jerked slightly and moaned.

Another finger joined the first, and then another. Something hot and wet flicked against her clit, and she tried to scream, but couldn't with her tongue and lips being sucked. Another finger slammed into her, and she suddenly realized the brown haired man was shoving his entire hand into her pussy. She gasped, her hips thrusting, as her clit was engulfed in something hot and damp, which began to suck on her.

Tamara was having trouble staying on her feet by now, and she felt herself beginning to slide down the wall. The dark haired man's lips left hers. She heard his voice, "Get her on the desk. Will be easier."

She was picked up, the thrusting hand never leaving her wet pussy. It continued to pound her even as she was carried and laid on the messy surface of the office desk, and her jeans and shoes pulled all the way off. She opened her eyes slightly to see the brown haired man lower his face back down to her dark pink clit and suck it into her mouth. She groaned softly, and shuddered. The dark haired man leaned over her then, his hands fondling and kneading her breasts. He grinned at her. "These are great," he said. "Anyone ever tell you that?"

Tamara moaned and nodded, panting.

He chuckled. "What do you want me to do with your tits, honey?"

She shuddered, gasping, her hips slamming hard into the thrusting hand of the brown haired man, who was moaning by this time, sucking her very hard.

"Ah. A little too breathless to talk?"

Tamara nodded, her body shaking with each thrust. Her breasts jiggled enticingly under the voracious gaze of the dark haired man. He considered, then grabbed her lace top and ripped it from her body. She screamed, panting, moaning, as he lowered his face to a breast, running his tongue in long strokes over the sides, her cleavage, then around the other one, circling slowly up over the shuddering soft flesh, but not touching her nipples. He repeated this over and over with each breast, until Tamara was quivering violently, her moans now loud groans of pleasure. Finally, he ran his wet tongue over a nipple, and Tamara screamed.

Her body spasmed as she came in the brown haired man's face, much to his enjoyment. Hot, musky juice flowed out of her, and the dark haired man simply smiled, running his tongue over her other nipple, grinning at the repeated screams of the woman, and her shuddering.

The hand that was stuffed up inside her slid out. A tongue licked her dark pink flesh slowly, cleaning up all the moisture that came out of her. Tamara lay there, atop the desk, shivering, eyes squeezed shut.

A voice came in her ear then, "Off the desk. On the floor," it commanded, "On your hands and knees."

She felt something wrap around her closed eyes, and she gasped softly. "What- ?"

She was jerked up, pulled off the desk, and shoved to the floor. She took up the ordered position, trembling.

There were voices above her. "You were right, she does look great naked. Wish we could keep her."

"Yeah. I saw her dance enough times that I know her body pretty well."

Tamara tried to get up, but was just shoved back down.

"Stay there."

Tamara shivered, waiting. Then she felt a presence behind her, and something hard and silky smooth pushed against her slick, wet flesh. She began to moan as it slowly slid into her depths, stretching her as it did so. As this happened, something pressed against her lips, demanding entrance. She could taste the liquid as she opened her mouth and another silky shaft filled her. She suckled at all the flesh she could reach, moaning loudly.

A deep chuckle sounded above her.

A thrusting motion began, slowly at first, as the two men impaled her between them. Tamara groaned deeply, matching their rhythm, moving slowly back and forth. Low grunts came from the two men, as they increased their pace. Tamara squirmed, keeping her movements slow as they moved faster into her. She heard a groan over her head, and two hands entwined in her hair, moving her faster. The grip of the other man, who had his hands on her hips, tightened, and he began to slam himself hard into her body. She gasped, groaning again herself, as her body shook with the impacts into her mouth and pussy.

The slamming and sucking quickened into a frenzy.

The sounds coming from the office were wild, loud, primal, and as Jake opened the door in curiosity and some concern, the sight that met his eyes forced him back several paces.

Here was Tamara, naked, glistening with sweat, on her hands and knees on the floor, being fucked by the two towing men. He stared, alarmed and at the same time incredibly aroused by it. His hand went to the front of his jeans, to adjust himself, rubbing there a moment. He watched as the men pounded her, movements erratic and wild, the woman gyrating between them.

It wasn't much longer before they both came, the man in her mouth first, exploding his seed down her throat, as she swallowed hungrily, suckling at him for more. The second man joined them, a loud yell of release torn from his throat as he impaled her to the hilt and shook.

Jake quickly closed the door, and headed back off to his hangar, before they saw him.

Tamara slumped.

The two slid themselves out of her body, grinning. The dark haired one unfastened the blindfold around Tamara's head, and helped her to a sitting position on the floor.

The brown haired man chuckled softly. "I think that'll cover the towing costs, babe."

Tamara blinked at them, as they began to dress. "Good," she said quietly, smiling. She looked around for her clothes, retrieving her jeans and shoes. She found the torn top and smirked. "You ought to reimburse me for this," she said.

The dark haired man grinned. He watched her pull on her jeans, eyes locked on her breasts. "You look better without it, honey," he said.

Tamara laughed. "Yeah, but still." She stood up, and walked over towards them. "I take it I was good?" She sat on the edge of the desk.

The brown haired man smiled, nodding. "Damn good fuck," he said, running his hands over her breasts. He grinned as her nipples hardened under his touch. "I should have got some pictures. You'd look good on the wall in here."

Tamara grinned. "I'll have to come back and let you take some then."

The light haired man's hands began to knead her breasts and he chuckled softly.

"Damn, woman. You got me wanting to screw you again already."

Tamara leaned forward and kissed him. "Maybe later," she whispered, "You can both have me again, and count it as a free tow for next time."

The dark haired man laughed, grabbing the woman from his companion and planting a deep kiss on her. "You come back soon, sweetheart," he muttered, now moving his hands over her breasts. "I'm gonna miss these tits."