FightingforControl by Ari Thatcher Page A

lounge chair.
Marc sat first and helped Lori to straddle him.
    The vibrator inside her anus continued to send ripples
through her. Marc massaged her arms, loosening the muscles, then he moved to
her breasts, squeezing them and tugging on her nipples. “I love the pink skin
here,” he said softly.
    Brad stroked her pussy, spreading her juices around and
pressing against her clit. He drove his fingers inside. “She is so wet, so hot
and ready for us.”
    He tapped at the vibrator where it stuck out from her anus.
“Are you ready to have this removed?”
    At her grunted answer he laughed. “Imagine that. She can’t
tell us what she wants.”
    Marc looked over her shoulder. “Grab us a couple of
condoms.”
    She felt Brad leave then his weight pressed down again
behind her. She heard the tearing foil, then Brad’s hands returned to her
pussy. The two men worked her back into a heated state and she whimpered around
the gag. She needed completion. Needed to feel a cock inside her, and two would
be even better.
    Marc must have read her face as he lifted her hips and
positioned her over his cock. She moaned when he filled her and tried hard not
to rock her way to ecstasy right away.
    Brad pressed against her back. “Lean forward, baby.” He
helped her stretch her legs and lie on Marc, his cock still deep inside her.
Fingering her anus, Brad spread more lube and worked her tight muscle.
    When the hard head pressed against her, she focused on
relaxing, knowing how much she had to stretch to fit him in. He pushed in and
waited, then began to stroke in and out.
    She matched his rhythm and rode Marc’s cock, his hands on
her hips helping. The fullness of two cocks made her that much wetter, that
much hornier, that much needier. She bit down on the ball gag and rocked
faster.
    The men were beyond words, grunting and panting as they
fucked her. The familiar sounds of them getting closer to orgasm fed her own.
She realized she hadn’t been given permission and panicked.
    Lori clutched Marc’s biceps and gasped, hoping he understood
her plea for permission. He did. “Come for me, Lori.”
    He held her gaze, forcing her with his eyes to keep hers
open and let him watch her come. Her pussy throbbed around him, her anus clenched,
and she shattered. She screamed, jerked, and rocked on their cocks.
    Brad’s murmurings matched pace with his deep thrusts into
her ass. He stiffened, shuddered, and groaned.
    Marc lifted Lori’s hips and pistoned his cock inside her,
the wet sloshing sounds of her cum ringing out. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, pumping
one more time. His grip on her loosened, then he lowered her onto his chest.
    She lay there, panting, listening to his pounding heart.
Brad stretched beside them and she turned her head to smile at him. He pushed
her hair back from her face and wiped at the sweat trickling down her brow.
    Reaching behind her, he loosened the gag and helped her
remove it. “Can I get you a drink?”
    She shook her head. “Not now. I just want to lie here.” She
placed her palm on his chest and watched it rise and sink as he caught his
breath.
    Sighing, she planted a kiss on Marc’s sweaty skin. He
smoothed her hair where the gag had been. Her eyelids grew heavy as her body
relaxed. That surprised her. She hated sleeping at the homes of her lovers.
    Her past lovers, she corrected. These two were in a
completely different class than the men she’d been with before. How right Marc
and Brad had been when they told her what was missing in her life. What she
needed.
    She needed them. Their ability to take control of a
situation. To read her needs and take care of her. To let her take care of
them.
    “I’m so lucky,” she said.
    Brad lifted his head and rested it on his bent arm. “How
so?”
    “I listened to you guys.”
    Marc’s silent laugh rocked her and she rose on her arms.
“What?”
    “The image of you, listening.”
    She gave him a playful slap on his chest, then ran her palm
over the tight muscle