Page 55 of Nanny for the Mercenaries

“I thought I was the one in charge,” he teased.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled into Jordy’s chest. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

I heard the smile in Archer’s voice as he replied, “I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

Now he grabbed my hips andslammedhis cock into me with enough force that I slid forward on Jordy’s chest. He pulled me back possessively and drove into me again, this time holding me in place as he pounded me, the skin of my ass smacking against his navel with every stroke.

I let out a cry of ecstasy as he had his way with me, hard and fast after watching for so long. A moment of clarity broke through the sexual act and I realized I was wedged between two beautiful men, Blondie and Brownie, being shared by them in a way I had never imagined. The realization made me cry out with renewed bliss, a sexual freedom I didn’t know was possible.

“I’m close,” I breathed, reaching between my legs to rub my clit. “Just like that, don’t stop…”

But then Archerdidstop. “I don’t think we’re ready to let you come just yet. Are we?”

“Don’t think so,” Jordy agreed. “She hasn’t earned it yet.”

My groan held a note of frustration. Both of them chuckled.

“Your turn.” Archer pushed me forward until I was straddling his partner again. Jordy guided his cock into me without hesitation. I sighed at the sensation of being filled again, this time keeping my hips stationary while Jordy drove up into me. Archer grabbed my ass with both hands while this happened, and gave my cheek a playful smack that echoed in the room.

Oh, I liked that, I realized.

Archer must have picked up on my moans, because he gave my other cheek another smack, a little harder this time. The pain was minor, but it was bright and fresh, and it stirred my loins in a new and erotic way. I felt my orgasm building anew, more desperate this time, like the finishing sprint of a marathon.

Yet just when I was about to come, when my eyes clenched shut and I could feel the heat of it arriving like a sunrise, Jordy abruptly stopped. “There she goes again, right on the edge.”

“I’ll tease her a bit, then.” Archer raised me up off Jordy’s dick and filled me from behind again, this time with just the tip. In and out his head went, the barest amount of him filling me. I tried to push my ass back, to take more of him, but Jordy was holding me firmly in place.

“We’ll let you know when you can come, love,” Archer growled into my ear.

There was something freeing about not being in control. About surrendering to these two men who were sharing me. I let go of that power, and felt the vulnerability of being totally, completelytheirs.

Archer fucked me for a little while, then Jordy took over. Every time I was right on the edge of release, they stopped and switched, allowing my orgasm to recede a bit. Soon the pressure of it was building inside of me, greater and greater than when I had come the first time with Jordy.

I gave in. I accepted that I was theirs for the pleasing, that I had no control over what happened next. It was freeing. It raised me up to greater heights of pleasure as Archer’s cock slammed into me from behind. I begged, and whimpered, and moaned as they took turns fucking me between them, having their way with me.

And then, when Jordy took over next, I sensed something within him. The way his breathing hastened and his eyes widened. The way his hands gripped my waist so tightly it almost ached. And then his jaw was hanging open and he moaned, and quickened the pace of his thrusts, and I realized he was about to come.

“Trish,” he gasped, eyes filled with surprise and ecstasy. “Oh,Trish!”

I felt him explode inside me as he had done before, and this time the rug wasn’t pulled out from under me. My orgasm was a supernova between my legs, a release of tension that had been building for what felt like hours. I arched my back and let out a soundless scream of ecstasy, my vision going white and all sound receding beneath the overpowering maelstrom of pure bliss.

Archer pulled me back enough for Jordy to slide out, then filled me from behind one final time. His thrusts were more urgent now too, driving deep into me with reckless abandon. Jordy was still coming, long ropes of white shooting up against my belly and breasts, and his lips found mine and drank my pleasure. Archer groaned and grabbed my shoulder as he came inside me too, pulses and pulses of it, his cock quivering as I clamped down on him with my inner walls, eager to savor every drop as the three of us drowned together in ecstasy.

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Archer

I didn’t think it would actually happen. When I suggested we make Jordy’s fantasy a reality, I wasmostlyjoking. I never expected him to take me up on it, to say nothing of Trish’s opinion on the whole thing.

Yet once we were in the bedroom together with the door closed and locked, everything sort of fell into place. I sat in the chair and gave commands—which, to my surprise, was an immense turn-on for me. Trish obeyed enthusiastically, which gave me more confidence, which madeherenjoy it even more, a sexual feedback loop that heightened everything we did.

And when I was grabbing Trish from behind and burying my cock into her? Feeling the perfect orbs of her arse bouncing against me as she eagerly took every inch? It was a wonder I didn’t arrive sooner. If Jordy and I hadn’t taken turns with her, I certainly wouldn’t have lasted more than a minute or two.

After, we collapsed together in bed—Jordy on one side, me on the other, and Trish stretched out between us. She was a goddess in the soft light of the bedside lamp, one leg bent at the knee and an arm draped lazily across her breasts. As I snuggled my leg against hers, I felt incredibly close to Trish. Like everything that had happened was more than just sex.

I’m just basking in the afterglow, I told myself.Anyone would feel this way after the shagging we all shared.

“So,” Trish said. “Did that fulfill your fantasy?”

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