Hello. My name is Tyler, and I have a confession: I’ve been hand fucking myself under my desk every time my secretary gives me my morning briefing. And I guess I should also confess that I just dry humped and nose-dived into said secretary’s juicy pussy - alongside my twin brother, of course.
Okay, I know that sounds untoward, but not even a priest could have held out against Leah’s twin cheeks feathering against my dick so delicately yet so intensely it felt like a boulder had landed on my crotch. And I would have been able to ignore my ongoing secret obsession with my secretary, but finding out that her pussy ran as hot for us as we did for her was the last straw.
After years of wanting and finally having a taste--my body is twitching for more.
Hours later, I’m in my office looking over this blueprint, but all I see is Leah’s fuckable breasts and my brother's face buried in her backside. I have a presentation I need to prepare for, but my taste buds have been awakened by Leah’s flavored cunt, and now work seems inconsequential.
While I love my career as one of the best architects in the world alongside my twin brother Taylor, there is something that I have craved even more than work. Or should I say, someone.
For the last two years, work has been great; steady, lucrative, even fun. I love working with my brother, and I love our aberrant bond.
I know people think it’s weird, but we don’t give a fuck. Seeing my brother at his best centers me and makes me do my best, and when we’re both at our best, it makes my dick hard--literally--so, yeah, it’s weird, but I like weird, and I like my dick hard.
Which brings me back to my work. For the last two years, work has been exciting and successful. Being called a young architectural genius felt good, but nothing felt as good as this morning when Leah bent over, and her ass found my hard dick. I think my dick had been holding its breath for the last two years since she walked into our offices. All rosy and pink, her strawberry curls framing her rounded face and high cheeks, she was like a strawberry shortcake dessert in a fitted black skirt and crisp white shirt.
I remember her shirt had a tie at the neck, delicately tied into a bow with the strings hanging down atop her full breasts, and for the entire interview, I wanted to pull on that hanging string as if she was a present waiting to be opened. Thank God my brother took the lead because I probably would have asked a question like, “How do you feel about dual services of secretary and sex slave?”
Yeah, no, I definitely couldn’t speak, so I had remained quietly entranced by the shifting of her legs, the folding of hands in her lap, and the nervous licking of her lips every time Taylor looked down.
For two years I lusted and fucked my hand for Leah, not knowing that she was an explosion of need and fire just like my brother and I were.
That was the other thing: when I found out that Taylor wanted her just as much as I did, it ratcheted up my desire to inferno proportions. Taylor and I shared everything, and to know that Taylor wanted her just as much made my fat mushroom head dick ooze with excitement.
Taylor tried to hide it from me, but I found out within one week of her start date, when I walked in on him in the shower calling her name as he came with a pained cry.
I remember laughing because I had just had the same shower minutes before.
When I told him that I too wanted the sweetness of Leah’s pussy juice on my tongue, I watched his dormant cock perk up with hardness, and I got hard again too. We ended up spanking off together, to the sound of each other rehearsing what we wanted to do with Leah (if we ever broke our rule of no sex with our secretaries).
You could almost say we manifested what happened in the office with Leah today because for two years, we wanked off together, thinking about the same woman, desiring to have her together as we have everything else.
Before you tell me what you think about my twin brother and I having a circle jerk, just remember, I don’t give a fuck what you think. We share everything; why shouldn’t we share spanking off to the same woman as well? Seeing him release all over his belly, calling out her name, made my release that much better.
It reminds me of the day we got home after a long business trip and had left our suitcases in the laundry room for our housekeeper to unpack… We both had procured souvenirs that we forgot to remove from our suitcase before Mrs. Lane got to it. There we were both rushing into the laundry room at the same time just as Mrs. Lane started to unpack them, almost wrestling the poor woman to the floor before she could find our stolen artifacts.
Unbeknownst to me, like me, my brother had stolen a possession of Leah’s while we were all away for our business trip. He had gotten one of her panties, and I had gotten her fire engine red lipstick. It was that incident that made me see this wasn’t mere lust between us; this was, to me and my brother, an obsession.
We didn’t just want Leah; we wanted to own her.
We wanted her spread wide and tied to our bed every night like a slave awaiting their fate. We wanted to feast on her engorged pussy and let her scent linger and perfume the air around us until all we could smell was Leah’s pussy aromatics every day for the rest of our lives. Twisted and sinful--hmm, maybe, but why the fuck not; that’s what happens when you’ve been thinking about sinking your cock into your secretary’s pussy for over seven hundred and thirty days and counting.
While I wouldn’t give up that lipstick if you threatened my life, I was secretly jealous of my brother for having her panties, and every night I imagined getting my own pair to rub over my cock the way Taylor pumped into that black lace temptation on a nightly basis. My only consolation was when I marked my dick with rings of fire engine red lipstick and told him to imagine Leah’s lips wrapped around us; I could see his desire for my souvenir just as badly.
These were the games we played with each other to keep ourselves from doing something drastically irrevocable, like stuffing your secretary with your dick as well as your brother's dick while you took a phone call from your lead builder. It’s a fantasy Taylor and I share, of course. (Fuck yes, after today that fantasy is looking more and more possible.)
So while I was surprised when Leah answered my dick’s call and leaned into his bulging excitement for her, I was more relieved that finally I got to open the door to my obsession and claim her, take her, and tie her to my fucking bed.
What happened in the office today was only the beginning, an appetizer, you could say. But tonight Taylor and I would feast, and we had two years to make up for.
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We hurriedly end the day at five sharp, and we take charge immediately. We bring Leah home to pack a bag, or rather, we pack while she stands in place, watching us as we move through her room in silent assessment. When we find my tie and Taylor's handkerchief, she bows her head in guilt, and we grin at each other in secret knowing. She's just as depraved as we are--she's perfect.
“Are you a little clepto, Leah? What other stolen artifacts do you have collected in here?” I ask.
“Nothing else, Tyler, I promise. I’m not a clepto. I, I just needed to feel close to you- to both of you.”
I watch her deflated shoulders and feel a zeal of lust lick through my body. Her subdued voice and body make me hot with arousal, and I want her too much not to touch her in that moment. Gliding up to her, I grip her chin and feel a sense of rightness when Taylor is instantly behind her, holding her hips and gripping her skirt up, revealing her ass for him and her pussy for me.
“You may not be a clepto, Leah, but you will be punished for taking without telling us you took.” I widen her legs and grip her labia tightly, feeling joy as I feel Taylor's fingers graze against my own as he is pistoning his fingers through her labia walls and finger fucking her. Leaning in, I kiss her lips softly, catching her gasps of arousal as she rocks between us like a sultry pendulum. Fuck--I want my dick inside her now.
But I want to savor this more.
“Don’t you dare cum, Leah. Your punishment still stands, and now you’ve added another spanking to your orgasm denial. Now be a good girl and go grab whatever else you think you’ll need because you’re spending the weekend with us.”
Taylor pulls his fingers away, and we both lick our fingers at the same time as we look in each other’s eyes and smile. This is going to be fun, our eyes communicate.
Leah watches us with hungry eyes, and before moving to go do my bidding, she grazes her hands up and down my shaft with a slow circular motion that makes me groan and pull back from her. Then I watch her push her thick little derriere onto Taylor as she pretends she is just shimmying her skirt back into place.
Taylor grounds out a "fuck" before stepping back from the hot coals of her ass riding his cock. I can almost feel his arousal as my dick hardens even more from his expression of tortured pleasure.
“You’ve had your fun, Leah. Enough!” I command.
Leah jumps away from us and retrieve her things, all the while peeking at us with a satisfied smile on her face.
Yes, I'm going to enjoy every depraved fantasy come to life with our Leah. Because by the time we're finished with her, she will be pissing our cum.
After ensuring Leah has eaten and with both of us taking turns washing her, we're all on the climactic edge, our breaths shallow and heavy with arousal. While I want Leah’s touch, I have to be stern when she tries to run her hands over me because one lingering touch and I'll detonate.
Being that we're the weirdo twins that share everything, sharing a woman or women isn’t new for Taylor and me, and so we have a designated room for our shared interludes. But our time with Leah feels different somehow. This isn’t our usual affair, and as I watch Taylor prepare our Leah by drying her rosy body and brushing her hair, I can almost hear his thoughts.
I'm not surprised when he looks at me and asks, “Your bedroom or mine?”
I stare back at him perceptively, and he only nods as if to assure me that he understands what this means.
“Mine,” I say readily.
After that, Taylor becomes the Dom he was born to be, and my dick feels empowered by his hard tone that is clearly making Leah squirm with arousal.
“Leah, how much do you know about BDSM?” he asks.
“I know enough to know that my hard limits are no blood, no fire, no cutting, and no golden showers. My safe word is pigeon. But it really should be Jennifer because for the six months that you worked with her on that project downtown, I knew you were possibly sleeping with her and I hated her guts. Every time I heard her name, I wanted to punch her in the face. But I don’t want you thinking about her now, so I’ll use my second hated word: pigeon.”
Taylor’s dominant scowl struggles to break into a smile, but I laugh outright because I remember Jennifer and how we always wondered how our very competent secretary would always forget to order the right lunch for Jennifer. Now I know Leah is a jealous brat. Which only makes me want her more.
“You’re really racking up those spanks against you, sweet Leah. I can’t wait to watch your rosy bottom redden with my hand.”
“Yes, sir,” Leah says low and sultrily, drawing out her words as she looks from me to Taylor.
“Leah, get on your knees and follow Tyler,” Taylor commands.
We watch her slowly get to her knees, her breasts swaying and jiggling, her nipples pointed and proud and her ass rounded and ripe to be spanked.
I'm tempted to forget the bed.
I turn and walk the short distance to my room, stopping at the headboard, revealing the restraints that are attached.
“Get on the bed and reveal yourself to us, sweet Leah.”
Leah crawls swiftly into place, her eagerness to please building my desires for her.
She knows exactly what to do, and her starfish pose coupled with her shaved pink pussy lips is my fantasy come to life. I look over at Taylor, and we share the same look of appreciation. I wink at him, giddy with anticipation, and he gives me one of his serious smirks.
How someone smirks seriously is a look only my brother can pull off. But I know beneath that serious look he is just as giddy as I am. We share everything, and the thought of sharing Leah’s hot, wet pussy and watching my brother as he watches me is my heaven on Earth.
“Two years you made us pant for you, sweet Leah. Now we’re going to make you pant for us,” I warn her as I lock her wrists above her head, accentuating her breasts, high, round, and ready for fucking.
Lying down alongside her, I drag my finger from her neck slowly down over her mound, my ring hitching on her nipple, making her gasp and twist against her restraints. Her body immediately flushes, and I smile with anticipation. I continue the slow stroll of my fingers over her belly down to her delicately shaved pussy and watch as our Leah beckons me in with the rolling of her hips.
“Well, aren’t you an eager pussycat,” I whisper over her mouth before enveloping her mouth with mine. I drink her in and pour my desire over her, rubbing against her clit with slow winding motions that make her purr with hunger.
“Tyler, please,” Leah begs me, and I love it.
“Uh, uh, uh, I believe we owe you a spanking, Leah-baby.” We both watch as Taylor opens a door that reveals an array of crops, paddles, floggers, and so much more.
Leah gasps in shock, but she is also pressing her thighs together, so I nod at Taylor for him to continue.
Taylor skims his fingers across each toy as if he can't decide which one, but my brother is never indecisive, especially about his toys. He is just prolonging my torture, like the dick he is. “Any day now, Taylor,” I say with boredom, and he grins. See? I told you. Dick.
He unhooks a medium-sized red paddle from its place and winks at me, showing in his way how happy he is. “Good choice, brother,” I commend him, rising from the bed to stand before him.
“Pleasure or pain?” I ask him, and he touches his forehead to mine in that way we sometimes do to communicate our utter devotion to each other.
Knowing what he wants, I take the paddle, and he crawls slowly onto the bed, flipping Leah to her stomach and then drawing her to her knees. She gasps in surprise and then moans at Taylor's caresses. I watch as she tries to reach for Taylor but is stopped by the retracting wrist bounds.
“Oh no, Leah. You don’t get to touch until you’re thoroughly punished for all your indiscretions,” Taylor chides as he runs his tongue along the back of her neck to her shoulders and around to her lips. He gyrates on her ass, pressing himself against her salaciously, and my dick grows harder.
No one but me knows this, but my brother loves to dance and his favorite song is "Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon.
I’m not surprised when he starts to sing the lyrics in Leah’s ears as he pops his hips against hers and leans her back into him, swaying in rhythmic pumps against her ass.
Leah whimpers and gives up her body to his movements, all the while looking at me as I watch them from across the room. Taylor begins tweaking her nipples soft, then hard, making Leah cry out, her breath coming faster as she begs him for more.
“Don’t you dare come, Leah. Or else you go to bed with nothing,” I threaten.
“That’s not fair,” she whines, pleading with me with her eyes, and I shake my head, breaking eye contact to look at my brother.
His imperceptible but evident shake of the head is all it takes to get me back on task.
“What’s not fair is how you made us wait two years for you. What’s not fair is how you got off at work without us. If you belong to us, Leah, then we say what’s fair. So do you belong to us, Leah?”
“Yes, of course--you know I do,” she says like a promise and Taylor hugs her to him, running his hand down the middle of her chest right through her labia. I watch as he slides back and forth through her slick folds, and unable to stop myself, I encircle my cock and pump myself as I watch them watch me.
Not surprised that I’m leaking precum, I glide my fisted fingers back and forth, entrancing them with my hand as I am entranced by Taylor’s fingers fucking Leah. Like a mirrored set, Taylor and I pull away at the...
