A pair of sticks
I must have been cursed, jinxed, and had all my karma ruined at the same time… How else can I explain that for the past two months, my affairs have been going down the drain one after another. At work, it's nothing but emergencies, the bosses are furious and throwing tantrums over every little thing. The promised promotion didn't happen, my salary got cut, and on top of that, they dumped another MEGA-PLAN on me with fantastically short deadlines. My mood hasn't risen above the baseboard in ages; a twitching eye, trembling hands, and sedatives have practically become the norm, like morning coffee.
On my birthday, I got publicly chewed out by the CEO at a general meeting, then at lunch, my colleagues congratulated me
on the holiday and handed me an envelope with the monetary equivalent of their well-wishes; and the expressions on their faces were such that it seemed like they were giving me a severance package, not a gift…This time, I decided to spend my birthday alone, even though my close girlfriends insisted on a therapeutic drinking session. I firmly refused; forget them — they'll get me drunk again, make me spill everything, drive me to tears…
Finally dragging myself home, I entered the building and called the elevator. Behind me, the lock on the front door squeaked unpleasantly, and I was joined — suddenly! — by a pair of well-groomed handsome men who looked like they'd stepped out of a glossy magazine: a smoldering brunette with an incubus's gaze and a beautiful, depraved blond angel. "Gigolos," flashed through my painfully throbbing head, "but credit where it's due — first-class ones." You can accuse me of labeling, but somehow I couldn't believe that stars from modeling agencies had suddenly become my neighbors. "Wonder who they're visiting? Though, doesn't matter…"
The elevator doors opened with a screech, we got in, I pressed the button for my floor; to my surprise, the guys silently agreed with my choice. The elevator had managed to pass a few floors when suddenly the brunette reached for the button panel and pressed "Stop." The cabin jerked and froze, snapping me out of my stupor. Raising my eyes, I saw that my fellow passengers were looking at me intently and somehow strangely. The brunette disarmed me with a smile, stepped toward me, and, familiarly pulling me by the waist, purred languidly: "Happy birthday, baby!" And kissed me! His tongue slid into my mouth, my body was flooded with heat. The elevator cabin swayed… Jerking out of the stranger's arms, I plunged into darkness…
— Lex, you jerk! — someone's voice grumbled nervously, yet restrained, somewhere above my head. — Why did you charge at her like a tank? We warned you — the lady is high-strung! But no, you just had to be the stunning guy…
— Shut up, Yas! — a second someone snapped back, also in a low voice, — go make some coffee… it'll be very handy when she comes to.
— Well, you know!?.
— Yeah, I know, just go already!..
Then someone started diligently slapping my cheeks, I tried to turn away and protested with a muffled moan, gradually returning to consciousness. Peeling my eyes open, I saw him — that same crazy glamorous brunette from the elevator. And I came to in my apartment. Apparently, the anxiety on my face was more than evident; he hastily covered my mouth with his palm and pulled a fancy iPhone from his pocket:
— Before you scream the house down, please, talk… — he quickly dialed a number and handed me the communicator. I took the iPhone and put it to my ear: as soon as the connection was made, I said:
— This is Mila. What's going on?
— Miiiiilkaaaaa!!! — the speaker exploded with the screams of my friend Ritka. — Happy birthday to you, our sweetieeeee!!! Happiness to you, dear!!! We love-love-love you and have been drinking cognac for your health for two hours already!!!
— M… Rit, who are these guys? — I couldn't coherently express my thoughts after all of today's shocks, but Ritka understood me perfectly.
— Cool, right? — Margarita cooed languidly into the phone, in the background I clearly heard the drunken giggles of Svetka and Mashka. — Don't even ask where we dug them up — that's a whole separate action, — but we're your good fairies, for you we wouldn't spare any princes!
— Usually, one prince is supposed to be enough, — I said, embarrassed, glancing sideways at the uninvited guest, — why do I need two?
— Honestly? — Ritka snorted. — We couldn't decide which one was cuter. Plus, these two together at Svetka's corporate party did such things, while we were watching the video, we almost choked on our own drool… Enjoy, baby, they're yours until morning! Kisses!!! — they roared the last word in a drunken chorus and hung up.
I stared dumbfounded at the "prince" perched next to me on the edge of the sofa. He delicately took the iPhone from my hands. The second one, the blond, appeared in the doorway, holding a mug of coffee. Approaching me, he handed me the mug and gave his friend a meaningful look.
— So, once again, in order, who are you? — I asked my sudden guests the main question on my mind.
The brunette rose from the sofa and, standing next to his companion, cheerfully reported:
— I'm Lex, and this is Yas. We have arrived according to the contract at your sole disposal as birthday gifts! By the way, even lovingly tied with ribbons for you, — pulling back the collar of Yas's branded jacket a bit, Lex demonstrated a small decorative satin bow on his friend's neck. On Lex's own right wrist, an identical one was proudly displayed, with a mini-card attached.
— Hmm, and what am I supposed to do with you? — I cautiously clarified.
— Whatever your little heart desires, — Lex purred slyly, sitting down to my left; Yas, smiling amiably, settled on my right. — We are limited only by the criminal code and the range of your imagination… — Leaning toward me, Lex moved closer, covered my fingers with his palm, and lowering his voice intimately, asked: — Have you decided which gift to unwrap first? — Still stunned by their sudden invasion, I tried to move away from the pressing, smoldering handsome man, but ended up in Yas's embrace. He immediately tenderly pulled me to him, shielding me from Lex's advance.
— Hey-hey, easy there, stallion! — then he cooed soothingly into my ear: — The day has been long, time to relax a bit…
Yas's hands landed on my shoulders and began to knead the muscles slowly but obviously with expertise. I involuntarily purred, like a cat starved for affection. Lex smirked at my reaction, took off his jacket, lowered himself to the floor, placed my feet on his knees, and started massaging my feet, exhausted from office shoes. I felt so good that I forgave them all their sins wholesale and mentally prepared to plunge headfirst into nirvana.
Two pairs of strong male hands leisurely freed my tired, aching body from the shell of daily worries. Yas's fingers, without stopping the relaxing massage, gradually descended to my waist and lower back. God, he's so good at this!… However, Lex, whose hands were slowly moving up my legs, was no less skilled.
I was so immersed in pleasure that I didn't even notice when Yas unbuttoned my blouse. Then he unhooked my bra straps and easily removed it. Warm palms covered my breasts and began to tenderly knead them. After a whole day imprisoned in tight cups, my bust trembled with delight under his touch.
Meanwhile, Lex had already reached my knees; his hands slipped under my skirt and continued their ascent along the inner sides of my thighs. At the moment when Yas's fingers caught my already swollen-from-caresses nipples, Lex intimately touched me through the fabric of my panties — it felt like a short circuit inside! I shuddered, feeling the fabric moisten. Yas squeezed my breasts harder, continuously kneading and twisting my excited nipples; pressing against me from behind, he traced a path up my neck with his tongue and literally buried his mouth in the sensitive hollow behind my ear. I couldn't help it, gasping loudly and convulsively. Lex stroked me between my legs through my underwear for a while, watching with satisfaction as I literally melted under the caresses of his partner. Then he pulled off my panties and, grabbing my butt, pulled me to the edge of the sofa. I almost squealed when his tongue gave my smooth
"pussy" a long lick. Lex chuckled and, inserting two fingers shallowly into my vagina, in addition to his tongue, began to tease the entrance with light thrusts from inside. My body was flooded with heat: these two had turned it into one continuous erogenous zone. I pressed my back against Yas like a moaning, wanton cat, simultaneously offering myself up to Lex's tongue and fingers.
Inside me, a "ninth wave" was already building. A little more and… And then Lex pulled away!!! I almost howled in despair, feeling the coveted threshold receding. He looked up at me from below and smirked slyly:
— We have the whole night ahead, no need to rush. Pleasure should be drawn out. — His tempting smile made me uneasy.
Yas moved away behind me: he took off his jacket, pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a well-groomed, toned torso. A belt buckle clinked, a zipper hissed. Taking off his pants, the blond handsome man demonstrated absolute readiness. Lex fished a condom out of his pocket, dramatically tore the packaging with his teeth. Then, gripping the tip with his lips, in one go, he sheathed his partner's weapon with his mouth along its entire length! I was simply floored…
Raising his head and seeing my wide eyes, Lex giggled:
— Don't be surprised, I can do even more!
Yas reached out to me:
— Come to us.
I positioned myself on top of Yas, with my back to him; fortunately, the sofa was wide enough so my knees weren't dangling over the edge. I was so aroused that his hard shaft penetrated me without hindrance, pleasantly stretching the walls of my vagina. But as soon as I started to move, Yas stopped me:
— Don't rush. Let him finish what he started.
Yas spread my knees wider and Lex positioned himself between his legs. Embracing me from behind, Yas pulled me to him, making me lean back. This seemed a bit uncomfortable to me — I felt a slight pain in my unusually stretched thigh muscles. Lex spread my knees even wider with his hands to the limit and, leaning down, touched my clitoris with his tongue — I jerked: it was like he touched a raw nerve! The sensations from his hot breath and moist, fluttering tongue intensified many times over. Moreover, now Yas's cock was pressing so hard against the roof of my vagina that even the slightest movement brought me to the brink of ecstasy! My whole insides pulsed every second, building up a feeling of pleasant languor inside. Impaled on the cock, I squirmed and thrust, diligently offering myself up to Lex's agile tongue. He grabbed my butt and literally suctioned his mouth onto me, quickly-quickly flicking the tip of his tongue against my clitoris. Yas supported him, grabbing the back of my neck with his teeth and starting to pinch and twist my nipples. I howled, fluttering between the two guys like a moth on a pin. Every cell inside literally strained, bursting with sweet, chafing tension. At some point, I felt everything inside me expand incredibly and — sharply contract in the crushing grip of a powerful orgasm!
I screamed and thrashed in ecstasy, pressing Lex's head to me; he obediently continued licking despite my convulsions. Yas firmly took hold of my hips and began to thrust rhythmically in time with my jumps. His cock grew harder, the thrusts more frequent. Under his thrusts, my insides shuddered again in sweet convulsions. His groan at the finish was drowned out by my next passionate scream…
Leaning back against the sofa back, I gradually came to my senses. My girlfriends really outdid themselves… Not bad at all, the evening turned out well — celebrated my birthday in a home setting, no doubt about it. Blouse wide open, skirt hiked up, panties who knows where. I have a pair of stunning gigolos in my apartment. Yas disappeared into the bathroom, Lex vanished into the kitchen. Judging by the sounds, the first is now in the shower, and the second is exploring the contents of the refrigerator.
Lex returned to the room, bringing a couple of glasses and some cold mineral water from the kitchen. He opened the bottle, poured it into the glasses, and handed one to me. Amazing service they have: started with harassment in the elevator, scared me to the point of fainting, then gave me coffee, gave me a massage, fucked me, brought me water…
Lex sat down next to me, unobtrusively putting an arm around my shoulders. Tactfully took the empty glass from my hands, placing it on the coffee table. Then drew me to him and cooed in my ear:
— You've dealt with one gift. What will you do with the second? I'm already languishing in the packaging, maybe you could at least take the ribbon off me?… — he raised his hand, a tiny card dangling at my eye level. Pulling on the end of the bright satin ribbon, I untied the beautiful bow. While I was reading the congratulatory messages from my girlfriends, Lex reached his lips to my neck; warm breath and light kisses pleasantly tickled my skin. As soon as I turned my face to him, Lex first playfully bit my lower lip, then followed with a longer, penetrating kiss. I sensed a light cocktail of scents — my own juices and his expensive perfume. My head spun again, my body filled with languor.
— I think I've heard that… guys for hire… aren't supposed to kiss clients on the lips, — I mumbled when he pulled away.
Lex smiled:
— In that case, you probably couldn't have not heard about the existence of exceptions to the rules. If it makes it easier — consider it a nice little bonus. — I was about to continue the topic, but Lex stopped me, putting a finger to my lips: — I want to remind you: our time here is limited and expensive. I don't want you wasting precious minutes analyzing useless hypotheses. We are here to please you to the fullest, so, be a dear, please turn off your analytical functions, relax, and enjoy. Leave the rest to us. Agreed? — I only gasped in confusion. Lex pulled me closer with a smirk: — Finally take this damn stuff off me, birthday girl, I have something to delight you with!
I pulled the black fitted T-shirt off Lex, after which this stallion simply scooped me up and pinned me to the sofa, ending up right between my legs. He literally pressed me into the sofa; on one hand, it was even hard to breathe, but on the other — feeling the weight of a heated male body on me was simply amazing. Unable to restrain myself, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer: under the leather pants, the hardness of his risen cock was distinctly felt. Lex grinned and began to sensually rub against me, simulating the act. He did it so sexily that soon it became simply unbearable to endure — I genuinely wanted him to stop this torture already and finally fuck me properly! Sensing my desire, he pulled back a little to unbutton his pants and free himself for the upcoming bout. I didn't have to wait long: the head of his battering ram positioned itself at my dripping entrance, and Lex powerfully invaded, stretching the walls of the languishing tunnel. I gasped in surprise under the pressure of his size, he smirked:
— I agree, my partner is more delicate. Lex "S tallion" — at your service.
For a while, he moved slowly, giving me a chance to get used to it. His cock stirred inside me, like a beast settling into a new den: sometimes rubbing right at the entrance, sometimes diving deep, rhythmically butting my cervix with its head. I've never felt so good in my life! My body trembled with delight and melted under his thrusts. Tightly wrapping my legs around him, I began to thrust back at Lex, urging him with my heels to increase the pace. He accepted my challenge and shifted into a gallop. Now my vagina was mercilessly ironed by a sturdy shaft, literally hammering my juice-soaked ass into the sofa. Beside myself, I filled the apartment with passionate screams.
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