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Yes to all three questions. Because it was an unbelievable night, my holes so used, creaming and pumping like mad. I wanted the billionaires desperately. All caution was thrown to the wind as I took six men every which way.
“Fuck my butt,” came my breathy moan, bent over a table as I held my ass cheeks open. “Put it in big boy.”
And of course they did, Damien sliding out as Aaron pushed in.
“Oooh!” was my delighted cry, chin lifting from the hard marble. “Ooooh!”
And the situation was so dirty, so intense, yet so good. Because I was owned all over that house, my curves belonging to the alphas. We did it on the bed, on the chair in the living room, on the dining room table, and even in the shower. Yes, they have a shower that fits seven people and I was in heaven, letting the hot water stream over my curves as I moaned and bent over, grabbing my ankles.
“Yes there,” was my breathy gasp. “Oh right there Tom!”
So on the plane the next day, it was no wonder Nick and Charlie were solicitous of my health, offering orange juice and a place to nap. I’d become their cumbucket, a repository for sperm, squeezing and milking until the six men spurted their all into my creamy holes.
But now that we were back on the plane, Nick and Charlie seemed ready to go again. My body quivered, already responding to the call of these magnetic, charismatic males.
But instead, the two alphas leaned back in their seats, blue eyes stroking over my curves.
“So tell us sweetheart,” rumbled Nick. “What deep secrets do you have to share?”
I flushed. Did he mean sexually? Had to be.
“Well, I have looked at porn on my laptop before,” I admitted in a small voice, blushing red as a fire engine. “Not too much, just a little. I was always afraid my mom would burst into my room and catch me. Plus, I heard the government can see everything you look at on the web. So I didn’t want them to see me … well, you know.”
How in the world did these guys always keep me on my toes? But it was an exciting feeling, like the world sparkled. I’d come alive, every cell in my body alert and sizzling.
Charlie threw his head back with a smile, displaying even white teeth.
“Sweetheart, that’s cute. Real cute. It’s been twenty-five years since I lived at home, I forgot what it’s like to duck from your parents, hiding under the covers and such.”
I blushed.
“Oh my mom’s just like that,” I confided. “Linda’s always been nosy, she’s continually up in my business. But she’s my best friend,” I added on a second thought. “Always supporting me, even when I was down.”
The two billionaires looked at me quizzically, big forms sprawled in their seats as the plane zoomed on its way to New York.
“What do you mean?” drawled Charlie. “When were you down, honey? Why would a pretty girl like you be down?”
“Oh you,” I swatted a small hand through the air. “I’m not pretty, I’m just me,” came my teasing voice. “But I’m glad you see it that way because I’ve been tormented about my size in the past.” Here my voice lowered until it was just a whisper, barely audible.
Both billionaires’ brows quirked.
“Your size honey? You’re perfect as is,” drawled Nick. “Fuck, if you put on twenty more pounds you’d look even better. It takes a lot of poundage to handle six men you know. Thin girls don’t hold up so good, they tend to collapse if there’s no cushion.”
Holy cow, I had no idea, and my eyes went round.
“Really?” came my tentative voice. “My extra makes it a little easier?”
Nick’s eyes seized mine.
“Not just easier,” he said smoothly. “Better. We need our girls healthy because it’s six on one, honey. How many females can really take six alphas, in and out, again and again? That’s why we like girls who eat. We like our females well-fed with strong appetites, it’s the only way,” he shrugged.
Wow. These revelations were astonishing. I’ve always had a love hate relationship with my curves. Looking at magazines made me feel bad, the models airbrushed until they looked about to disappear. Linda would see me looking at the pages, and take my hand.
“Don’t even look,” my mom would console me. “This isn’t real. Real men like some extra to grab and squeeze.”
Who knew that Linda would be right? Not just right but absolutely hitting the bull’s eye. Because these alphas were the ultimate validation. The billionaires had already enjoyed me several times, stroking my curves sensuously while releasing non-stop, pumping me full of sperm.
“My mom always told me guys like generous handfuls. I’m glad it’s true,” I said shyly.
