My name is Leah, and I work for two of the most brilliant, dominating men I have ever met. And the icing on the cake, they are twins.
They share everything, a business, a house, cars, and best of all, they shared me as their assistant. If they weren’t so damn sexy and attractive, they could easily be seen as weird for never branching out from the twin thing. But something was intriguing about their quirks, something abnormally sensual, as if their sharing everything meant that there only needed to be one of her for the two of them.
I wanted to be more than just their secretary slash assistant. I wanted to be their sex slave. I wanted them to own me, use me and drown me in orgasms so strong that I wouldn’t be able to walk or talk. I wanted their cocks so deep in my cunt and my rosette that it would be hard to separate the three of us. And I wanted to feel their hot cum detonating inside me over and over again until my womb was filled with so much of them that even my birth control wouldn’t be able to stop them from breeding me. Yes, did I not mention that? I wanted their babies.
I know, crazy, right? This obsession that I had for these two men was abnormal at best, bat-shit psycho at worst. I knew this, but still every day, because I was so freaking horny after our meetings in the board room, I would end up in the bathroom on the far end with my fingers in my sopping cunt, fucking myself to orgasm while I looked at their pictures on my phone.
One day, at a luncheon where they were also being featured for a magazine article about successful men under forty. I snapped a picture of them while they posed for the photographer, and it has been in my spank bank ever since, along with a tie from Tyler and a handkerchief from Taylor.
The tie and handkerchief have never been washed and have a perpetual place under my pillow. On days when I have spent hours with them in meetings, and them reaching across me to hand papers to each other, their cologne so engraved in my nostrils, I can taste it… I am like a sexed fiend drunky, running to get home so that I can fuck myself with my largest dildo, the tie around my neck and the handkerchief in my mouth as I scream their names over and over and again.
One day, they caught me in my favorite stall, and that’s when I knew my obsession had gone too far. But then something happened that changed my mind, and I knew from then on it was only a matter of time before I felt the twin cocks pounding me into submission.
So, I’ll tell you all about that day… That day, we were finalizing some blueprints for a building they were hired to design, and with all the scents and grazing of arms, my pussy was already on fire. Then Tyler stood behind me to show me how he wanted some particular graphs blown up, and when I bent over, innocently—I promise—I felt a surprising bulge tap against my backside with an unmistakable hardness.
I was paralyzed, and even though I wanted to shift away, my body pushed back into him, my back arched and my backside cocked up so high it hitched against his bulge and swayed, rocking ever so slightly that not even a fly would be alarmed. As I looked up, my eyes met Taylor as he watched the scene, silently, stoically, his features hardened by the clench of his jaw that was so tight it could break wood. Both twins were serious, but Taylor was the leader, the one who I would imagine would spank a slave raw, if she ever got out of hand. I don’t know how I knew, but I just always believed that Taylor and Tyler were into BDSM. I had no proof of this, being that they were never untoward or fresh with any of their female staff, but something in me just knew. Or maybe I wished it to be so, so badly that it became real to me, another thing to add to my wall of psycho sins.
But this was the first time I had ever felt anything sexual from any of them in the two years I worked for them, and it was so hot that my pussy began weeping. I didn’t know if it was joy, sorrow, or plain relief, but my pussy wept. But as I looked into Taylor's narrowed, hard gaze, I became frightened that I had messed up, done something wrong. I stood up quickly, scooting away from Tyler and excusing myself, running to the bathroom.
I was in tears, but my pussy was crying too, so I reached under my skirt into crotchless panties and into my frantic pussy and I got myself off within minutes, maybe it was even seconds. When I was done, my breath heavy and thick with unsatisfied need, I heard the click of leather against tile as footsteps stopped outside my stall and waited. I knew without a doubt that I had been found out, but not only found out, I had been heard. I braced myself for my termination and opened the door slowly.
It was Taylor, and he no longer looked pissed off, just serious, which was his normal expression.
“Meet me and Tyler in our office when you're done here.”
That was all he said before he marched out of the restroom as contained and confident as he had walked in.
"Oh God," I thought, "they were going to fire me without a recommendation." I hurriedly washed my hands and went to my desk, packing what little artifacts I could push into my bag, so that I could hurry out with some semblance of my dignity when this was over. With my head held high, I knocked on their door and walked in, gasping and stopping as they were both leaning back on their workstation desk, which was unusual for them to do. They looked like twin dragons, calm, golden, but deadly. They both had their arms folded, and if she hadn’t studied them with such scrutiny and intensity in the last two years, they would have fooled her in their identity.
Deciding to rip the band-aid off, I went first. “I know I’ve been terminated, as I should be, but let me just say. I am sorry for my behavior, and I was totally out of line.” I turned to Tyler. “Tyler, you didn’t deserve me fondling you with my ass like that, and I do apologize.”
“Taylor, I know you expect your workers to uphold a certain decorum, and I failed miserably at doing that today, and I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, I really enjoyed my time here. I will get my things and go now.” I turned quickly before I fell apart in front of them. I was stopped before I reached the door with one question.
“Leah, are you still wet?”
I flipped back around, with a dumb, owlish expression as if English wasn’t my first language.
“Answer the question now, Leah. Are you still wet?” Taylor demanded.
“Yes,” I whispered, my shame reddening my face. I looked up into their eyes, looking back and forth between them, and while Taylor was still serious, Tyler was smiling. What the hell was happening here, I wondered.
“We would like to see for ourselves. Remove your underwear and lift your skirt, and go sit on the desk.”
Taylor's expression and tone did not allow for repeats, so I removed my underwear and walked past him to the desk. As I passed Tyler, he stopped me by taking my arm in his, running his nose along my skin as if learning my scent and when he got to my hand with the underwear, he took it and put it in his pocket. “Carry on,” he said, indicating for me to continue.
I sat on the desk dutifully, with my head held down, and waited, every sound making me skittishly nervous, not in fear but in anticipation. I looked up when I heard the rolling of chairs to find both Taylor and Tyler sitting in front of me, looking up at me curiously, assessing and lustful. They had removed their jackets and rolled up their sleeves, their arms peppered with tattoos I longed to know the meaning of. I remembered the first time I saw their tattoos, I had been so turned on that I went home and dried out the batteries of my vibrators with hours of horny gyrations.
Sliding up to the table in unified sultry movements, they each ran a hand up each of my thighs, taking my skirt up to my hips, and their bulky shoulders spread me so wide that I was grateful for all the yoga and Pilates I did to stop myself from masturbating twenty-four seven.
They each pulled me forward fiercely so that I flipped back on my elbows, my pussy on full display. My scent reached my nostrils, and I bit my lip in embarrassment. They both leaned forward and drew in deeply through their nostrils as if they were smelling a fine coffee roast. And then they turned to each other and smiled.
Before I could wrap my head around what was happening, Taylor gave my pussy a long, satisfying lick, his tongue so flattened against my soft plushness that I felt every tiny circular ridge of sensation, and I whimpered, falling back against the desk, my elbows no longer able to hold me up. Taylor licked and sucked and drank me up, slurping along the walls of my labia to the inside of my vagina as he spread me open with his thick fingers and feasted.
He was fucking me with his tongue so hard, I was being shoved off the table. He growled and pulled me back in, wrapping his arms around my thighs like iron anchors, uncaring of the files that fell to the floor. I writhed from side to side, but when Taylor slapped me across my pussy lips two times and sucked my clit like water through a straw, I saw stars and started to squirt uncontrollably.
Tyler took over, and he lapped at me unmercifully, like a young lamb with its first meal. He ran his teeth against my clit and pierced two long fingers inside me, fucking me at the same time as he drank up my juices, letting none fall away to the table. They were insatiable, and I loved every aching, painful minute of my nerve cells saying, "No more, too much, I'm going to die." I would die because I wouldn’t stop them. I wanted this; I wanted more.
Finally, Tyler stopped when my screams of climax had become shuddering pants. Taylor picked me up and sat me on his lap, cradling me against him.
“If you ever touch yourself without us again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Taylor. I understand,” I sniffed, my body still trembling from orgasms I didn’t even know I could have.
“Now ride my cock and make me cum. But don’t take out my dick. Your punishment for your secrecy is that you don’t get our dicks until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Yes, Taylor.” I pouted but secretly smiled inside.
“Now ride me, and when you’re done, ride Tyler.”
I spread myself wide to place my legs on the outside of his girthy thighs, and I began to move against his impactful bulge, slowly winding up because every movement was starting to reawaken her oversensitized pussy. I could feel the fabric of his pashmina pants dampening with every glide of my pussy, our heat combining into something thick and salacious. I was in a rhythm now, my thighs burning, my pussy clenching, and Taylor was lifting his hips to meet mine pound for pound, his pants no less effective in me feeling his dick's friction slam into me.
And then I felt my rosette being pierced, and I groaned and panted.
“Don’t cum and don’t stop,” Taylor demanded.
Tyler was licking my ass, using his tongue like a bullet-sized magic wand. And I couldn’t come. They were going to kill me, and I would die happy. I felt Taylor stiffen and hold me down on his dick as he pounded up and fucked me with his pants-covered cock. Tyler was now standing behind me, his hands fondling, squeezing my breasts almost as if he was priming them for what was to come.
Both he and I watched his brother come apart in a climax so strong it shook the chair.
“Yes, fuck me, Leah!” he yelled and emptied himself in his pants. Pulling me roughly towards him, he slammed his mouth into mine and tore my mouth open with an aggressive tongue that held no tenderness, only heat and lust, as if he was angry. Angry that what he wanted had been denied him, and now he would take it.
“My turn, brother,” Tyler said, lifting me weightless from Taylor and sitting down with me, my back to his chest. “Ride me before I explode,” he said softly, but no less of a command.
I began again to ride another of my twins, pushing back against his tightly coiled notch of desire, hard and slow, while willing myself not to come. I felt my pussy clenching, pulling and angry at being teased, but I wanted to please my men. I wanted Tyler to come just as hard as Taylor, and I wanted to please them so that I would get the real thing soon.
Taylor stepped in front of me and raised my blouse, moved my bra aside and licked his lips as he stared at my nipples. He kneeled in front of me, ignoring his brother’s furious pumps and sucked a nipple into his mouth, moaning as if in pain. Just when I thought I could take no more, his tongue and his moaning were too much for me to delay climaxing, he lifted his head and watched as his brother climaxed in much the same way he did, loudly and ferociously carnal.
For the first time, if ever, Taylor smiled at me, and if I had known what he was going to say next, maybe I wouldn’t have smiled back. But his full lips were irresistible, and I wanted him to kiss me again.
“You’ve been a bad girl, and you need to be punished. All this time, you were wet for us, and you didn’t tell us. Turn around for your spanking.”
I was shocked, and I wanted to explain, but I also wanted that spanking. So, I turned around and faced Tyler, hunched over him, with my knees bracketing his hips on the chair and my ass high, ready and already flushed.
“How many does she deserve, Tyler?”
“Two for the two years she’s been here, but four because two for you and two for me,” Tyler smirked.
“Very well,” Taylor said.
Suddenly, I felt my ass being caressed, kissed and squeezed. He played with my flesh, not rough but not soft either. He ran his strong fingers from my crack into my labia and encircled my clit with round ocular motions that made me yearn to come. I started whimpering; my pussy so full I fell into Tyler's chest. When the first spank of death came, I cried out, and by number four, I was gyrating against Tyler's waist, wanting to feel their cocks so badly I would beg for it. But no amount of begging would change their minds.
Taylor lifted me from Tyler and fixed my clothes back into place. He wiped my teary eyes with a tissue and told me to kneel before them.
“Look at us, Leah,” Taylor commanded.
I looked up into the twin faces that I had been obsessed with for two years and I couldn’t believe it, but I was now borderline feral with how much I wanted them.
“We've been obsessed with you for two years. No more fucking yourself in the bathroom. And no more fucking yourself anywhere. Your orgasms belong to us. Now, go back to your desk; you have work to do. But tonight, you belong to us.”
So that’s my story so far… My ultimate wish hasn’t come true yet, but after today, I’m more than hopeful. If anything else happens, I’ll be sure to confess all my dirty sins to you next time.
Bye for now.
