Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
The men grinned at me as they took their seats, the three of them watching me with hungry, intense eyes. Slowly, I reached up and began to unbutton my shirt. Every button felt like another jolt through my body; every button undone made my pussy wetter and wetter.
The shirt fell open at the last button, and I shrugged it off my shoulders, letting it fall down my arms to my elbows. It felt like I was in a dream of some sort, and yet I’d never felt more awake and more alive. I wore a white lacy, see-through bra that cupped my breasts softly and knowing they could see the pink of my nipples through the sheer material had the pulsing heat growing stronger between my legs. It felt so slutty to be stripping like this, to bare myself to these powerful, dominant men. I blushed again, my breath catching as their eyes drank me in.
Sean nodded. “Keep going, Ms. Holloway.”
I took a deep breath and bit my lip, glancing at the three of them before continuing. I let the shirt drop from my arms and started to reach behind me when I stopped, and instead went to the zipper at the side of my skirt. A wicked thrill went through me, like the inner goddess inside of me was slowly taking over and wanting more. I wanted to live this moment, not just let it happen.
Slowly, I turned and leaned over Hunter’s desk a little. I pulled at the zipper, and then pushed the skirt over my hips and then over the creamy skin of my ass, split right down the middle by a lacy white thong to match my bra. I gave the skirt a push and let it slip down my legs to pool like a puddle at my feet as I let the men look at my barely covered ass. I heard all groans and a hiss of approval behind me, and it only got my pulse pounding even harder.
I stood and turned slowly, letting my bosses really take a look at my body. They were smiling and nodding, their eyes roaming over me hungrily. But I knew they wanted more.
I reached back and unclasped my bra before bringing my hands to the front again. Keeping one arm across my chest, I used the other to pull the skimpy bra from my full breasts and toss it to the side. Almost subconsciously, I felt my hips sway slightly as I grinned wickedly at the men.
God, I was loving the way all three of them looked at me like that. There was something so fiercely sexy, so hungry and erotic about feeling like the center of attention and the object of desire for three men all at once. It was like the rush of a drug I’d never even imagined before, and that feeling pounded through my veins.
I started to turn to pull off my panties, when Damien — sitting between the other two — suddenly put his hand out and hooked his fingers into the thin string-waist of panties and pulled me forward. I gasped, and almost dropped my arm from covering my breasts.
His face was right in front me, eye-level with my barely covered pussy. I could feel his breath, hot across my belly and across my slit, and I almost groaned at the feeling. He looked up at me as he brought his other hand up to the other side, and then slowly, began to pull the fabric down across my pussy. I gasped as I felt the fabric peel away from me, and felt the air on my bare skin. As he pulled, the gusset stuck to my lips, clinging to my wetness before it too pulled away. He let the wet panties slip down my slender legs to my feet.
Sean reached out and pulled my arm gently away from my body, letting my full breasts come into view. And then I was totally naked for all three of my bosses. Bare, exposed, and feeling more sexually on fire than I’d ever come close to feeling before. I felt a wave of embarrassment rock over me, but at the same time, felt the tingling excited rush of adrenaline at being so exposed for these men!
Without any warning, Hunter suddenly reached out and put his hand right on my pussy. I gasped and jumped a little, but as his big fingers slid down through my folds, I started to moan.
“You’re quite fucking wet,” he growled, looking up at me with an intensely hungry look. “Is this making you excited?”
I groaned, biting my lip. He was right, I was fucking soaking wet. I nodded as he grinned at me wolfishly and started to slide his finger back and forth through my wet folds.
“I— I’m not sure this,” I mumbled, trying not to moan at the way he was touching me. It was the last of my reservations, the last of me holding on to that “good girl” inside before I let myself fall.