Marie blinked her eyes to see Stavros standing in the doorway, dressed casually in black.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came here to see you," he said, "I know that Gunthor's been called away on an emergency. He won't be back for a while."
"Because I don't think a woman like yourself should be left alone," he said, "especially not with someone like Milan."
She looked from Stavros back to Milan who had ordered her to wait for him in the bedroom. But she just looked at both men.
Milan stepped forward.
"Marie…go to the bedroom."
She folded her arms and looked at both men.
"No…why are you both here when Gunthor's gone?"
She shook her head.
"I'm not doing anything," she said, "I think you both better go now."
"I'm not going anywhere," he said, "Now come along…"
She looked over at Stavros.
"Why are you really here?"
Stavros looked over at Milan.
"I had to see you…what you do to me…"
She heard the edge in his voice.
"Stavros…we shouldn't have…I'm with Gunthor."
He ran one of his hands through his hair.
"Marie…you did it to help him get his company," he said, "but Milan…that's why he's here. He won't seal the deal with Gunthor unless he gets you into bed."
Milan looked over at Stavros.
"You did it…why should it be any different?"
Stavros folded his arms and Marie looked over at him. God, what was going on here…two men inside the suite who both wanted a piece of her. Stavros had fucked her the first time before he'd close his business deal with Gunthor and later…he'd taken her because he couldn't get enough? Then Milan shows up and watches Gunthor fucking her in the bedroom when she hadn't known he had been there. She'd seen what was in his eyes, the pure intent to fuck her. She'd felt a chill at the way he had looked at her, the way he acted but she couldn't deny that she felt a thrill deep inside of her as well. This weekend had done funny things to her, it had awakened something inside her she didn't know existed but it was getting so crazy…these virile men who wanted her.
"Okay then…conduct your business Milan…and I'll wait..."
Marie looked back and forth between the two determined men. Milan looked over at Stavros.
"You can watch us."
"I can't…just watch," he said, "If I do, then I'll never leave without fucking her."
"Okay…then fuck her when I'm done."
Marie's eyes widened and she put her hands up.
"Now wait a minute here…you talk about me like I'm not here. Maybe you should just both leave."
Both men turned to look at her and she realized she was outnumbered. Oh, what that did to her, but she bit her lip to keep those feelings at bay. Because she was a good woman, not a slut and certainly not like Paulette, Sandra or those other women who took more than one man to bed at a time.
Then Milan spoke up.
"No Marie…we're in control here not you…"
Then she saw him come towards her and he grabbed her, kissing her hard on the mouth, running his hands over her back.
"I'll start with her…it's only fair since I haven't had the pleasure of fucking her yet."
Stavros nodded, albeit reluctantly. She saw his body tense when Milan had grabbed her. But her focus shifted to the man whose mouth probed her own. His lips coaxing hers open so he could get his tongue inside of her mouth. But she didn't comply. Damn him and Stavros for changing the rules…for trying to turn her into a slut.
Damn her own body for anticipating with excitement down to her pussy what would happen next.
Milan ran his hands over her body slipping them under her top as he probed her mouth with his tongue, eager to explore her.
"Open your mouth…"
She pulled away from him.
"No…I…I'm not like that…"
"Like what Marie?"
The tone in Milan's voice, was he playing with her? Damn him.
"I…I'm not a woman who…does you know…more than one."
Milan caressed her breasts underneath her top as he looked at her.
"Marie…you're here with two men who want you," he said, "And neither of us is leaving until we got what we came for. Gunthor's away for hours and…how do you know what you want?"
He kissed her again and this time her lips parted underneath the insistence of his tongue and he slid it inside and then leisurely tasted the inside of her mouth. She sighed as he did that. He grabbed her breasts and fondled them, a slow ache in her belly as she found herself moving closer to him.
"Marie…you've got way too many clothes on…"
He looked over at Stavros.
"Let's take care of that before we take care of her."
Marie looked at the both of them, standing so close to her. Stavros moved behind her and Milan started unbuttoning her top. One button, then the next and she found herself breathing heavily. Stavros's chest brushed her back and when Milan was done unfastening her top, it was Stavros who slid it off of her shoulders and dropped it on the floor.
"Oh god Marie…you're beautiful…isn't she?"
Stavros placed his arms around her, his palms on her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck. His fingers working her nipples which hardened in response.
"She's got an even prettier pussy…"
Milan reached for her pants while Stavros cajoled her breasts into hardened peaks. She sighed as the heaviness of her breasts left her wanting more. She knew she should be disgusted, she should push both men away from her and get them to stop…but as Stavros toyed with her nipples, and Milan pushed her silky pants down her thighs, she couldn't move at all.
"Marie…don't be afraid," Stavros said, "the pleasure you're going to have…"
"I…this is so wrong…god…this is so not me…"
Her pants fell to the floor leaving her in tiny black lace panties, dampened much to her chagrin because she really, really had to tell them to leave. But then Milan lowered his mouth and his lips replaced Stavros' fingers. He slid one of her nipples in his mouth and started sucking, and she arched her back.
"You like that," Stavros said, "don't deny that."
He'd palmed her ass rubbing the lace of her panties against her skin. Milan's tongue playing with her nipple causing her to clench her hands into fists. Her senses rocked by two different men doing things to her.
Milan looked up at her.
"Liar…you're dying to be fucked…one man's not enough for you Marie…and you know it."
"That's…that's not true."
"Marie, how many men have you fucked this weekend?"
She didn't know how to answer that question.
"How many men do you want to fuck right now?"
She wiggled in between them.
"It's not like that…oh god…"
Stavros remained patiently indulging her.
"How many men here want to fuck you?"
Stavros had just slipped a hand in between her thighs.
"Oh god…your panties are soaked…"
"I've got something for that…"
"We'll start out slow," he said, "You start her in the bedroom…"
Marie's eyes widened.
Both men pressed against her then. Milan in the front and Stavros behind her and damn, if they weren't both hard…their erections sheathed by clothing pressed against her. Her heart raced, she couldn't handle both of them. And what if Gunthor returned unexpectantly…neither man seemed concerned about that.
"I'm taking you into the bedroom," Milan said, "I'm going to fuck you Marie…and not just watch this time."
She twisted away from them.
"What…I can't do that," she said, "I'm in Gunthor's suite…"
"He's not here and I'm done talking," he said, "I watched you fuck him and I wanted you. Now I'm going to have you."
He grabbed her arms then and led her into the bedroom. She felt her pussy throb and she knew she should stop him. But her body…honed with excitement wouldn't help her. When they reached the bedroom, he stood in front of her and pushed her onto the bed without fanfare so her lower half hung off of it. Then he knelt down in between her splayed thighs.
She swallowed hard as she felt his hands peel down her panties…exposing her pussy to him. She felt them rub her legs as he pulled them all the way off. She saw Stavros walk around to the other side of the bed and felt the bed springs sink and she knew he had joined them. His hands gripped her shoulders holding her down on the bed from behind. She wiggled.
"Lay still…Marie…and enjoy what's coming…"
She sighed; looking up at Milan who started peeling off his own clothing and she saw that what it covered…sucked her breath out of her. His body rivaled the other men in its hard ruggedness. He pulled down his briefs and his erection popped out, long and tapered to its head the shade of a ripe plum.
He knelt between her legs again and his face descended on her pussy, his tongue striking it first, licking the boundaries. She began to squirm but Stavros held her tightly. Then he slipped his tongue into her folds, licking her wetness and she fought to stay still as pleasurable sensations rippled through her.
"You like it Marie…you look damn hot spreading your thighs for him…"
Stavros tightened his grip and Marie felt waves of warmth spreading from her pussy elsewhere and when Milan used his tongue against her clit, she felt an electric jolt through her breaking into smaller pieces of pure elation. God, she couldn't stand it and yet…she needed so much more.
"Fuck her now...fuck her hard… with your tongue."
Milan felt her pussy spasm beneath his lips as he used them to part her pussy lips so he could thrust his tongue inside of her. When he did that, she struggled against him because the intensity…she couldn't bear for any more of it…and then her climax rocked her and she mewed like a kitten.
Then Milan stood up again and stroked his erection with his hand looking at her.
"You ready to be fucked," he said, "You're so damn wet now…I can see how much you want it…"
She wiggled from her orgasm looking at him, and she saw him
"Hold onto her tight Stavros…"
The grip tightened and the other man whispered to her.
"He's going to fuck you good and hard," he said, "Then you'll be ready for me…"
The thrill that his words sent through her, she shivered in anticipation when she should have protested. But Milan had rocked her down to her core with his tongue and she wanted more….she wanted him to do the same with his cock.
He pulled her thighs to move her body closer to him while she lay on the bed and then with one smooth thrust his cock slid in her slick channel. She gasped as her pussy expanded for him. He pushed until his balls smacked her pussy.
"Oh god…you feel so fucking sweet…"
He started thrusting slowly at first, sliding his cock leisurely in and out of her while she lay looking up at him. Stavros' grip on her tightened and she heard his hard breathing behind her.
"Fuck her harder…make her want it…make her beg…"
Stavros' voice had tightened and Marie watched as Milan quickened his thrusting, slapping his body against her and gripping her hips with his hands to pull her closer each time. She started squeezing her pussy to keep him inside her.
"Marie…you want it don't you…come on you know you do…."
"Oh god…oh god…."
The feeling of Milan's cock thrusting inside her and then withdrawing, his balls smacking her made her cry out. Then Stavros moved one of his hands to play with one of her nipples and she began to move.
"Look at her…she's wanting it."
Marie did want it…if they stopped…she'd beg…beg Milan to keep fucking her and Stavros…her breath stopped when images of what she wanted him to do flashed in her head as Milan's body slammed into hers. God, what would Gunthor think if he knew what she did, if he walked in on them right now? He'd given her a weekend with him in the most expensive suite in the poshest hotel and she'd shamelessly fucked every man around her.
But she pushed thoughts of her boss away as Milan grunted against her, their bodies slapping and Stavros fondled her breasts while whispering naughty things at her.
She edged closer to the abyss with each thrust by Milan and she wanted to just scream…but all that would come out were little cries.
Even as she came around his cock, all she could do was tremble. Milan arched his back and splashed her with his seed.
She lay on the bed totally spent, her breath coming harsh and her pussy throbbing…body slickened like Milan's. Oh god, she couldn't move…then Stavros spoke in her ear.
"Now it's my turn…"