Page 77 of Vegas Daddies

Boiling hot water showers down and steams the entire room, but I go cold.

I need them back on me.

Embarrassment should wedge a lump in my throat and prohibit me from saying this, but I’m too horny tonot.“I want all three of you inside of me at once. Someone in my pussy, someone in my mouth, and the third can go?—”

“Not yet, darling,” Brander says. “We need to prepare you for that first.”

“What do you mean?”

He steps out of the shower and messes around in some drawers. My eyes can’t help but look at his dick. The sheer size of it. If Lifesaver’s and Match’s are bigger than average, Brander’s is superhuman. Like a fucking horse dick.

He hops back into the shower holding a pink object.

“A butt plug,” Lifesaver says, clearly registering my confused expression. “To sort of…get you ready for us, darling.”

Match runs his hands up my torso. “Have you ever worn one before, sweetness?”

I shake my head.

“You can wear it as much as you like.” Brander hands it to me. It’s lighter than I expected. “You might be wondering why I have one in my bathroom drawer.” He sniffs a laugh.

“Yeah, kinda.” I search Lifesaver’s and Match’s eyes for an explanation, but the two of them continue staring intently at their friend.

“It’s been my fantasy since…forever to give this to a woman,” Brander admits.

“He bought it years ago at an adult store, eh, Brandy?” Match says.

“That’s right, I did.” He takes the contraption from me. Holds it in his hands like a medal or something. “You see, there was never once a time when I was in doubt.”

“About what?”

“About finding the love of my life.”

I’m sorry…what?!

My heart misses beat after beat.

Love?

“I knew she was out there somewhere. Fate is a myth, and I’ve never believed in the phenomenon, but our paths crossed for areason. This”—he holds it up—“was something I bought years ago when I was feeling low. It’s weird, I know, and the fantasy is something I can’t quite explain, but it would fill me with joy seeing you wear this.”

Some men buy their future wives rings when they see a nice one…

Others write letters…

Brander buys a butt plug.

I come out from under the stream of water. Rest my back against the tiled wall. Is it water oozing from my pussy, dripping down my thighs, or desire? The thought of inserting something inside of me to gratify Brander turns me on. Hella more than I’d feel comfortable admitting to Tammy and Rachel during our next debrief.

It’s best to keep the boys out of their ears for now.

They’re still raging about the tattoo and the four-carat diamond not being up for sale on eBay yet.

But this…holy shit.

“Darling, if you feel uncomfortable, just say,” Brander tells me.

“Of course.” Match plays with a strand of my hair. “But if you’d like all three of us at once, wearing the butt plug will help.”

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