Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (10 page)

He climbed onto the bed, coming up behind me, and his lips nuzzled into my neck. I shivered from the teasing brush of the stubble that covered his jaw. When he cupped my breasts, I moaned, my moan becoming a throaty groan, when he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging on them.

One hand left my breast, and worked its way down over my stomach, to touch me between my legs. A few flicks of his fingers over my clit, and I was shaking with renewed desire.

When he moved his hand around, and twisted the butt plug again, I shivered. I was ready; I wanted them both to fuck me.

“Please, I want you inside me.” I whispered; arching into Dante’s touch, my hand falling from Alex, as the feelings building in me, distracted me from his cock.

A hand swept my tangled mane of hair to one side, and his lips pressed against my ear. A shiver worked its way through the entire length of my body, at the feel of his breath on me. “Who do you want fucking you, in that tight little ass of yours cara? His words sending such a jolt of need through me, that my head fell back against his shoulder. God, he was so warm and strong. For a moment, I could pretend this was real, that he was mine, not that he was here, because I’d paid him to be here.

“I…I…” My words trailed off when he used the tip of his tongue, around the shell of my ear.

“Answer me Grace. Voglio te, ho bisogno di te, voglio fare sesso con te.” The words were whispered in my ear, and although I didn’t understand them, there was an urgency about them, that made me suddenly desperate for him.

“You, I want you.” The words were out of my mouth before I realised, and my eyes shot open, to meet his dark chocolate coloured ones.

His lips curved up at one end before he turned his attention to Alex. That made me start slightly. It had been so intense for a moment there with Dante, I’d almost forgotten about Alex.

Dante released me and climbed off the bed, one hand idly fondling his erection, as he watched me.

Alex climbed onto the bed and stretched out, his cock rising straight up, demanding some kind of attention. Dante handed him a condom, and he rolled it down his impressive length.

“Come on sugar, mount up.” He grinned, but I could see the lines of tension around his eyes. It made me feel better, to see them. They were studs, paid to bring their clients pleasure before they found their own; their control was unbelievable, but it was nice to see a couple of cracks in their armour. They weren’t totally immune. They wanted inside me as much, as I wanted them in me.

With my heart suddenly racing, I swung a leg over Alex, and went to take his cock in my hand, but he pushed a couple of fingers into me, thrusting deep. He did it several times, and I guessed he was just testing my readiness, but fuck I was ready, I was more than ready.

When he slipped his fingers from me, he shifted a hand to my hip, while the other one curled around his cock. As he held it steady, I lowered myself. I felt the brush of the metal ring against my folds, before it slipped inside me. As I continued to lower myself, Alex pushed up and I gasped, my head falling back.

He was big, but the feel of him while the butt plug was still inside me, only seemed to make him feel bigger, as if he was filling me even more. 

I moaned, when he was finally deep inside me. I felt so full, so totally stuffed up with his cock. Bracing my hands on his stomach, his muscles rock hard beneath my palms, I kept still, waiting for my body to adjust to the feel of him.

“Ride me sugar. I want to feel that hot little cunt of yours gripping me tight. Damn, you are a snug fit aren’t you? We’re going to fill you right up. You’re going to be chock full of cock Gracie.” Alex ran his hands up my sides. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” I squeezed the single word out, as I rose to the top of his cock, and lowered myself carefully again. Damn but he was big, and it was a struggle to take him all inside.

Still the more I rode him, the easier it became, and with the feel of his metal ring, hitting into me, every time I slid him all the way home; I could feel an orgasm rising in me. Holy fuck, I didn’t come from sex. Not like this, not with a cock, but I was going to this time; I could feel it building in me.

Alex began to thrust up, as I ground down on him, and as we fucked, he slipped his fingers between our bodies, rubbing over my swollen clit. 

I threw my head back, my eyes shut, when his touch on my swollen nub, too me to the brink. At that moment, I felt the butt plug twist in me, as Alex drove harder into me, and that was all it took.

Crying out, I fell forward, grinding down hard on him, swivelling my hips, working at extracting every bit of pleasure that I could. I clenched around him, and for the first time, I heard him react, when a low groan squeezed its way past his lips.

Finally I was spent, and flopped down over Alex, hearing his heartbeat thundering under my ear. I was so busy just lying there, listening to his ragged breathing that I jumped slightly, when a hand curved over my ass. It was immediately followed, by the warmth of a huge male body, and then I heard him, that panty igniting voice in my ear.

“I’m going to remove the plug cara, and then it’s time. Your virginal ass will be mine.”

I shivered at his words, and everything tightened with a mix of excitement and fear. Alex grunted, as my pussy went into lockdown around his cock, but I forgot about him again, when Dante eased the plug out of my ass. The sensation of it leaving my body, when I was so full of Alex, dragged a whimper out of me, but then he poured more lube down the seam of my ass, and I heard the familiar sound of a condom packet opening.

This was it, my fantasy was about to become a reality.

“I want you to relax for me Grace. You don’t need to do anything anymore. Alex and I will do all the work. We will bring you great pleasure and you will come, like you have never come before.” Dante’s words both excited me, and reassured me.

I felt pressure at my opening, and instinctively tensed up. This was never going to work. They were both too big. They’d rip me in half, surely?

“Relax cara, let me in.” His voice flowed over me, and I focused on it, even when he switched to Italian, and began to talk in a low, seductive tone. I had no idea what he was saying, but it didn’t matter, it sounded sexy, and it had the desired effect, I began to relax.

I felt him press forward, slowly easing his way in, and once he breached the ring of strong muscles; he surged forward a little more, before stopping. 

I started panting, at the overwhelming sensation, of having two cocks in me. Hell, they weren’t just cocks, they were massive cocks. The scary thing was, Dante wasn’t even in me, not fully.

I felt stretched, pulled in all directions. I felt like I was as full as I could get, but then he moved deeper, sliding the rest of the way in, and I realised I wasn’t as full as I’d thought, but I sure as fuck was now.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned; panting as my body adapted to the feel of two cocks in it. I was so full of dick, my pussy and ass, surely stretched to their limits? Was I crazy? How could anyone find this hot? It was taking every effort to breathe right now. Had I made a mistake, thinking this was what I wanted? Would I survive this?

“You feel so good cara; so hot and tight. You’re squeezing my cock so hard.” Dante whispered in my ear.

“We’re going to move now sugar.” Alex’s voice definitely sounded strained. I looked down at him, and could see beads of sweat across his brow and top lip.

These men did have marvellous control, but then I guess that was part of being a stud, gigolo, male prostitute, whatever you wanted to call them. They wouldn’t be real good at their jobs, if they suffered from premature ejaculation.

“Cara?” Dante’s voice was questioning in my ear, and I realised they were waiting for a response from me.

“I’m ready.” I whispered, and felt him pull most of the way out of me, before pushing his way back in. As he half kneeled, half crouched over my back, one hand holding him up over me; Alex began to thrust up under me.

“Oh fuck.” I cried out. This was going to be too much. It was too much. They were too much. Fuck, fuck, fuck, holy fuck!

The feel of two cocks moving in me was mind blowing, overwhelming; a sensory overload. Fuck, despite my earlier, momentary misgivings, this was going to be more than I expected. Through the build up towards what, I already instinctively knew would be the orgasm to top all orgasms, I vaguely wondered what it felt like for them. They’d have to feel each other’s cocks rubbing against one another. Hell, there was only a thin wall separating one from the other after all.

I guess with their career choices, lack of inhibitions and not suffering from performance anxiety would help. They also had to get along ok, given they were close, physically close. My guess was that rubbing dicks together inside a woman counted as being pretty close.

“Such a busy brain sugar, guess we’re not doing our job well enough Dan. We’re losing her.”

My eyes shot open and lowered to Alex’s, Dan? He’d called Dante, Dan?

“Stop thinking cara, enjoy.” Dante drove into me harder, distracting me from my thoughts.

They both began to move harder, faster and I could do little but hang on. I felt used, abused and fucked to within an inch of my life. I also felt pleasure building in me that I knew was about to spiral out of control. It actually surprised me, because although it looked hot, to see a woman being fucked by two men, I hadn’t in all honesty, expected to reach orgasm, from being double fucked, until now.

The men must have sensed I was close, and began to move harder, faster. As I focused on the feeling, of two cocks in me at once, I saw Alex reach for something. I got a brief flash of blue plastic in his hand, before he reached between us, and placed it against my clit. When it began to vibrate, the shock of it, on my over sensitive clitoris sent shards of pleasure, spearing through me.

I could hear the heavy breathing of Alex under me, and Dante behind me. They pounded into me now, determined to push me over into orgasm, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to disappoint them.

With one well aimed synchronised stroke of their cocks, I let go, screaming, swearing, my body convulsing, and shuddering as I writhed over them, and under them.

It was so intense, so fucking amazing, more than I could ever have imagined. The pleasure seemed to go on and on, my body held in the grip of the most powerful release, I’d ever experienced. When I was done, I collapsed on Alex. My body felt boneless and I seriously wondered if I’d ever be able to move again.

Both men slowed down, and finally stopped moving in me. I could hear their ragged breathing; feel their pounding hearts, from Alex under me, and Dante behind me.

I too struggled to draw breath, my mouth open, against Alex’s heaving chest. My heartbeat felt like it was in manic phase, and I briefly wondered, if it would handle the strain it was under. Could a person have a heart attack, from too much pleasure?

Chapter Seven

A hand began to brush through my hair in a soothing, relaxing manner. Alex caressed me, helping to bring me down from my orgasm.

As he caressed my scalp, Dante rubbed a palm back and forth over my shoulders. I couldn’t control myself and a low, purring sound worked its way past my lips.

I squirmed, enjoying their touch and it was then that reality struck home. While I’d just had the orgasm of my entire life, an orgasm that would ruin me for all future orgasms, I realised both men were still hard as iron inside me. It seemed neither of them had come.

Maybe they didn’t come, because they didn’t find me attractive enough, to come? Was it just part of their stud thing? Was it because they were there to give pleasure, not receive it?

“What is wrong cara? I feel a change in you. Did you not have an amazing orgasm? It certainly felt like you did to us and yet here you are, suddenly unhappy.”

Dante’s words sent a jolt through me. He could tell something was wrong? Wasn’t that a little above and beyond, the call of duty for being a stud?

“You tell us what’s wrong, and we’ll see if we can’t make it right, for you.” Alex turned to look at the clock. “We still have half an hour with you sweet cheeks.”

For some reason, their words brought unexpected tears to my eyes. I wasn’t a crier by nature, so I’m not quite sure why their kindness to me now, would spark an emotional response from me.

“I don’t turn you on do I?” I spat the words out quickly, as if by doing so, they might not actually hear what I said.

Alex snorted and thrust up into me, and I could feel that he was still, so unbelievably hard. “Well, I’ve got a hard on that won’t quit, and although my man here is good looking, it’s not him floating my boat. You get my drift?”

I laughed at him through my tears. Alex had a way with words; that was for sure.

I felt the brush of stubble from Dante over my shoulder. “How could you think we don’t want you cara? You are a beautiful woman. We are hard for you, painfully hard, inside your delectable body. I think it is pretty obvious, we find you desirable.”

“You probably tell all your female clients that. You have to; it’s your job to make us all feel special, isn’t it? I’ve heard men who do what you do; have to be like porn stars. You have to be able to get hard really easy, but you can’t blow too quickly.”