Harem Ring 2: Kelsey's Price Page 2

  Make a point.

  “No.” The ring burned hot.

  She looked back up at me. “I'm sorry.”

  No, she's not.

  “Prove it to our friend.” I ripped my fingers away from her chin. It was the first time I'd ever seen Angela look absolutely defeated.

  I turned my attention to Kelsey. She was already smiling her thanks. All I really cared about were those amazing breasts holding my eyes in a hard lock.

  She finally got her confidence back. “Can I thank you?”

  Kelsey knew exactly what I wanted. “Sure.” I caressed her neck with my fingers. “Make her jealous.”

  I watched in awe as Kelsey pulled her panties the rest of the way down. The thin landing strip made her look even more innocent. I was more than happy to have a good contrast to Angela's sultry desire to always be fucking. Even a guy who could ask for anything he wanted and get it needed a challenge.

  You still don't know what she wants, but you just gave it to her. Figure it out, and Kelsey will be at your feet.

  The message took second priority to the slow spread of Kelsey's legs. Every fold seemed like an invitation, pointing straight to that ultimate reward. I started work on my pants, dropping them with my boxers like they were hot.

  Kelsey scooted herself closer as I pulled my t-shirt off and worked my shoes and socks off with my toes. I glanced over at Angela, already sulking and trying to get herself off as she watched. “Do you promise you'll behave?”

  Angela pouted as only she could. “I promise.”

  I didn't even want to feel bad. Rubbing my tip along Kelsey's pussy, I didn't let Angela's show bother me. “I might let you come.” I pushed a little harder against Kelsey's rift. “But only if she agrees.”

  Feeling a bit merciful, I backed away from Kelsey. She dropped her chin and shot her eyes up at me. “Don't you want it?”

  I smiled at her and turned my attention back to Angela. “Make sure she has a good time.” I looked back to Kelsey. “Stand up for a second.”

  She followed orders like a true servant, rising as Angela took her place on the bench. I motioned her back down, right into Angela's lap. I pulled Kelsey's legs toward me, her needy pussy at the perfect height for me to go right in..

  And I did exactly that, sinking deep into her body in one slow, fluid stroke. Kelsey moaned as I settled at her core. Every fiber of her being seemed to want me deeper, her wetness making it clear that she was begging for more.

  Angela's hands took control of Kelsey's breasts as I pulled back for another thrust. Her walls closed to fill the void, caressing my shaft like dripping silk. The pleasure on her face was immeasurable.

  I struck our hips together hard, forcing her mouth open for a hard yelp. Kelsey put her hands on my waist, drawing me even deeper. Angela moved her hands down, making up for her transgressions with a good working of Kelsey's clit.

  Her passage tightened around me every time I felt Angela's fingers work the supple flesh. Kelsey's breathing had already picked up, not a single breath silent as I got into the rhythm of what her body wanted. As the excess began to drip from her entrance, I felt Kelsey's deepest need express itself. Her walls twitched and tightened around me, the tension building like a rubber band stretched to the breaking point.

  Kelsey's voice pierced the air. I could feel her tremors through my cock, her pussy throbbing in unison with the rest of her body. Angela held her tight, further exciting Kelsey with each stroke of her bean.

  I pulled out right as Kelsey's body couldn't take any more. Her body shuddered against Angela's body with tectonic force. It seemed too early.

  Angela held Kelsey's wriggling body tight as she said, “I think she's got a talent.”

  “What do you mean?” Kelsey's tremors slowly dropped their intensity.

  “Did you see how easy she came? That didn't happen earlier.” Angela ran her fingers through Kelsey's hair, our new friend gasping for each breath as the solid red flush dissipated from her cheeks.

  It was a bit extreme. I leaned down as Kelsey's eyes opened. “Care to tell me what that's all about?”

  She almost looked ashamed. “I'm sorry. My ex-boyfriend always yelled at me for doing that.”

  “What the fuck?”

  Angela was just as confused. “Sweetie, how is that a bad thing?”

  “You mean I didn't –” Kelsey stopped herself and tried to hide the fact she'd said anything at all.

  I watched as Angela hugged her tight from behind. “It's alright.”

  Kelsey's blue eyes got shiny. “You promise you won't think it's bad?”

  The shame in her face was unbearable. “Any man who'd yell at you for coming that easy needs his ass kicked.”

  Her face went crimson again. “It's not that!”

  Her curse is a gift to you. Teach her to gain from it as well.

  I took a seat next to Kelsey and Angela. I wrapped my arm around Angela as Kelsey lied down in both of our laps, looking at the far wall like she was about to recite a traumatic story. “I promise we won't judge you.”

  “But Greg did.”

  I tried to muster a bit of force out of the ring. To my surprise, it gave me what I wanted. “Tell us. It'll be alright.”

  Kelsey turned herself onto her back. “You both promise?”

  I looked to the side to make sure Angela was back on track. It was sympathy on her face alright. “I'm jealous, myself.”

  I put a hand on Kelsey's stomach and cradled her jaw with the other. “We promise.”

  She stared off into space for a moment, and then looked back at me. “My last boyfriend kicked me out.”

  “Why?”

  Yet another blush. Kelsey opened her mouth to speak, but the words didn't come. Finally, she closed her eyes and relaxed. “I'm really sensitive down there, alright?”

  I failed to see the problem. “And Greg got mad over that?”

  Angela was just as confused. “He's an even bigger ass than Stuart.”

  Kelsey kept her eyelids clenched. “You don't understand.” She finally opened them. “It's so bad, just wearing panties makes me have to come every few hours. Otherwise, it's unbearable.”

  Jackpot. “We,” I looked at Angela, “can help with that, in case you haven't noticed.”

  “Greg got tired of it and threw me out.” I figured he'd have to be older to not even try keeping up. “That's why I'm looking for a place to stay.”

  With that kind of problem, I could see why Kelsey wanted a private place like this. No paper-thin walls to scream through like she'd have in an apartment. But with Angela and myself around, it seemed like she'd have willing help with that issue.

  I coaxed some heat out of the ring and stared Kelsey in the eyes. “We'll all rent this place, then. I don't think your–” I paused to come up with the right word, “—needs are a problem.”

  She finally smiled again. Angela pulled herself closer to me and started working Kelsey's clit. “Adam, care to show her how we can help?”

  I laughed to myself as Kelsey rolled out of our laps. “I can do my good deed for the day.” I looked at Kelsey. “Do you really think you need to ask if it's a problem for us?”

  The corners of her mouth stayed up as she stood. “I'm still nervous about all this.”

  Angela and I stood as well. “Just lie down. We'll take care of you.”

  She didn't need any more convincing. As soon as her back was flat against the bench, I propped myself with arms and knees over her. Angela took to the floor, already working Kelsey's frustrations out of her pearl again.

  Angela gave her a smooch on the lips before saying to me, “We're waiting.”

  Kelsey's eyes got wider as my cock inched closer. My fingers ran along her cheek and jaw. “Are you sure?” The ring turned on, giving me the warm fuzzies for following its Golden Rule.

  “Yeah. The harder I come, the more relief I get.”

  I pressed my tip against her opening again, letting myself slip in with a sense of duty. Kelsey wa
s already sopping wet. I readied myself, knowing I'd be in for a hard finish.

  Leaning in, I whispered in her ear. “It feels great, so wet.”

  “Shut up and fuck me.”

  I reared back and thrust with all of my body. Kelsey moaned and pulled her legs around me. Angela kept working her, never letting the jerk of Kelsey's body interrupt her joyous work.

  Grabbing onto Kelsey's right leg, I pulled it over my shoulder and grabbed her left ankle. It left her wide open for myself and Angela, each of us throwing as much effort into Kelsey's pussy as we could muster. Kelsey wrapped her arms around her tits, screaming already to the point of echoing through the ceiling.

  I jolted hard against the deepest recesses of her tunnel. The pop of my thighs against her rang out. I grabbed tighter onto her ankle and moved one hand up to her throat. Kelsey took hold of my wrist, my hand harder against her neck.

  My dick was ready for it all, parting her flesh over and over. Her throat buzzed against my palm with each scream. As her voice got higher, I felt Angela pick up the pace, whipping Kelsey into a deeper frenzy than I could have imagined.

  She wailed with every thrust. The skin on my cock tightened with that last little surge of growth. I knew we were close, but I wasn't ready to let her top out just yet.

  Kelsey's feet curled as we kept going, refusing to let her reach the end of what had to be a wonderful journey. When it finally got too intense, I let her leg slip back around me.

  I grabbed onto her shoulders for the extra leverage. Angela let her cheek rub against Kelsey's as she cradled her head and kept massaging that bean. I barely caught her whispering, “You two want it so bad. I can feel it.”

  Holding on for as long as I could, I pressed harder against Kelsey's body with every pounding drop. Angela pulled her hand out from between us. I felt like my shaft was in a trap, one it was barely able to move in and out of through the incredible wetness.

  Kelsey's legs tightened around my body. She was ready to let go.

  But I wasn't ready for her to. I pushed through her contractions and reamed myself into her again and again, picking up the intensity with each drive forward. Her voice cracked out, sounding like a woman possessed by some god of indulgence.

  It finally got to be too much. I groaned out and fell into her. Kelsey's pussy gripped hard, almost pulling the first load out as it shot into her.

  I felt myself empty into her, each jet draining more out of me than the last. Kelsey was a rigid mess of a woman, holding me tight with every limb. With my last blow, I gave in to exhaustion and buried my face in her neck.

  Gasping for each breath, I felt Kelsey slowly regain her sense of the world. I leaned up and saw the deep satisfaction in her face. She barely gasped out, “Thank you.”

  We both rose up. Angela got behind Kelsey and smiled at me. “I think she's good for now, but what about later?”

  My cock felt worn, like a bald tire. As I pulled it out, I got to see that massive load start leaking onto the bench's upholstery. “I think we should handle this like a team. I take her for one go, and then you get the next.” I wiped the sweat from my brow with my arm. “Damn!”

  Angela wrapped her arms around Kelsey's shoulders from behind. “You were amazing.”

  Kelsey turned her head as Angela let hers rest on a shoulder. Their lips rested against each others. Kelsey ran her fingers through Angela's hair and said, “This place feels like home already.”

  Indeed it did. It felt like Kelsey met our desires as much as we met hers. I'd been suspecting Angela of having tendencies ever since she started shacking up with me.

  I was finally able to stand. Making my way to the bathroom I'd yet to look at for some cleanup, I looked back to see them having a match of tongue wrestling. I shook my head and said to myself, “Fucking amazing.”

  By the end of the rest of the tour, it was agreed. By the end of the week we were a trio, getting exactly what we wanted from each other on a daily basis, away from the rest of the world.

  COMPLIMENTARY EXCERPT FROM:

  HYPNOTIC INTERVIEW

  Hannah’s toes curled as Marlowe rested deep within. She felt the pull of her hair and arced her neck back to feel the scratch of her boss’s cheek against her own. “Do you hate me for taking away your free will?”

  She lifted one hand to wrap it around the back of Marlowe’s neck. “Never, sir.”

  Marlowe cradled an arm around her ribs to take hold of a breast. The gentle squeeze reassured Hannah that the center of her universe was pleased. She waved her hips, trying to get Marlowe to start using her as she hoped he would.

  Without hesitating, Marlowe tried driving himself even deeper. Hannah raised her hips and closed her legs. Finally, his entire length rested inside.

  His lips approached as Hannah looked back. She parted her own as his hand took hold of her jaw. Before closing the distance, Marlowe smiled and whispered, “You're everything I could ask for in a servant.”

  The forearm nestled in the cleft of her breasts pulled her closer. “Sir, I was hoping I could be your wife.”

  Both pairs of lips met as Hannah tried to stifle a whimper from the slight movement of Marlowe's waist. The thumb against her cheek pulled her closer. Their tongues intertwined.

  Marlowe broke away. “You've still got a chance at that, depending on how well you serve in the near-future.”

  Hannah gasped as she felt another pump. “You mean, until you've finished all of the interviews?”

  The grip on her jaw broke as Marlowe let her dance on his cock. “You've got seven to compete against. I recommend impressing me tonight.”

  The cold, supple leather of the divan met her cheek through her soft hair. Hannah wiggled her hips to draw him to her deepest point. “Marlowe, why don't you just admit I'd be a perfect wife?”

  He surged back. The return clashed against her cervix. “You're a perfect secretary now that you're mine to control, but you're not a perfect wife... Or mother. That's why.”

  “Sir, I-” Hannah felt the hard strike of his tip once again. She squalled out, her voice echoing through the high ceilings. She closed her eyes, hoping to get some pleasure out of his punishment.

  “Cram it. The more you talk, the less I care.” Marlowe's large hand took a tight mound of ass in its grip. “You're willing to please, but that's about it. At least show me you can do that well.”

  A great crack ripped down the middle of Hannah's heart. Am I not good enough for him? She opened her eyes and stared into his disappointment. “Very well, sir.”

  Hannah focused on the pulsing flesh cramming her walls. She buried her head in the cushions and twisted herself with a rhythm to match her heartbeat. She didn't know how to contain the growing pleasure, letting it out with increasing speed.

  She heard the pleasured breathing from behind. Every huff drove her onward. Hannah changed up the motion, waving her hips front to back in a figure-eight.

  “Very good.” The light tap on her ass was all Hannah needed. “You can have your free will back, but only until I come.”

  Hannah returned the marginally kind gesture by pinning her clit between two fingers. She raced toward her own breaking point. Marlowe's hands rested on the sides of her waist, giving her free reign over her own climax.

  The spark of her greatest sexual desire meeting with a good clit rubbing set Hannah's blood to rushing. She felt the sudden swell in her bean, gripping it tighter. When the heels met her ass, she knew it was only a matter of seconds.

  “I'm fucking-” A hard drive from Marlowe shocked the breathe out of her. “-coming Marlowe!” She rarely called him by his first name.

  Refusing to let go or let it fizzle out, Hannah piled more overload into her favorite spot. As the pressure between her belly button and pussy felt ready to explode, she pulled the fingers away. Her eyes rolled back behind the lids as her boss took a generous handful of hair. She screamed, unable to collapse, suspended by a rigid shaft and the grip on her roots.

  Marlowe pulled o
ut and let go. Hannah collapsed like a discarded jacket. She curled up and opened her eyes. Marlowe was already walking over to the day bed nestled against the plate glass window. The city had already begun lighting up the darkness.

  Hannah raised herself up by the arms. She could tell what he wanted. All smug and fucking confident. I hate the bastard. Hannah pulled herself to the floor and stood. I'm fucking meat to you, but it doesn't have to be like this.

  The strut of having an audience behind moved Hannah to the other window. She knew Marlowe would pick up on the effort. Hannah felt the lift of her heels give her ass a slight pop with each step, her hips a mild swagger.

  She dropped her forearms onto the bed and crawled beside Marlowe. “Sir, can I show you what else I'm good for?” Hannah faked the smile.