Page 5 of 3 Times the Heat

The three men aren’t fazed, and Chris lifts an eyebrow at me.

“Basically, there are three of us and one of you. Whenever you see a bare cock up in the air, you sit on it. You cover it with your pussy like a whack a mole. Get it? It’s fun, I promise.”

I gasp, my eyes widening as I finally realize what they want. Are these men serious? They want to bare their cocks and then have me sit on them? Holy cow.

Yet I’m tempted to say yes because the three men are charming and incredibly attractive. Not only that, but my mouth waters as I think of getting to play with their cocks. Are they huge, huger, or hugest? Are “huger” and “hugest” even words? Yet I don’t care because suddenly, I know what my answer will be as heat floods my thighs.

“Well, if I decide to play with you guys, then what about the dealer?”I murmur while looking at them through my lashes. I side-eye the older gentleman, and he’s completely silent while staring down expressionless at the green felt tabletop.

“What about the dealer?” Chris drawls.

I shrug like the dealer’s not even present.

“Well, he’ll be watching. Him and the bartender too.”

All three men turn to glance at the bartender before turning back to me.

“I’m sure Stone pays his employees to be discreet. Just like he pays you.”

I nod, biting my lip.

“Yes, that’s true,” I murmur. “Mr. Thompson is very generous and very kind.”

“Then what do you say?” Chris drawls, those blue eyes gleaming. “Are you in or are you out, Tamara?”

I bite my lip while squirming a bit in Jamison’s lap. I can feel my pussy tingling already, and my juices start to drip down my inner thighs as I imagine bouncing around between the three gorgeous men’s cocks. This could be fun … but am I up for the challenge?

3

CHRIS

When Dane first suggested that we come by to pay the Corinthian a visit, I wasn’t interested. I figured there were better things that I could do with my time, and better places to do them too. But that asshole was hellbent on coming out to the Corinthian, so here we are.

But it’s been worth our while. After all, the girls at the Corinthian are known to be incredibly hot and available, for the right price, of course. That’s fine because the three of us are wealthy assholes, so money is no object. As a result, we’re here with Tamara as she stares at us, her bosom heaving. Her supple tits are huge, close to spilling out of her tiny top, her thighs are thick and soft-looking, and her ass is nice too, with firm cheeks peeking from underneath a tiny skirt. Oh yeah, she’s shapely. Her body is curvy and perfect, just the way we like our women.

But still, Tamara’s hesitant.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” she asks in a low tone. My buddy Jamison nods while meeting her eyes.

“Yes, Tamara,” he intones. “We’d love to play whack a mole with you. Of course, you’ll be tipped afterwards.Generously, I might add.”

Tamara bites her lip as her cheeks flush. She’s so beautiful with her long brown curls and innocent expression, but I shake myself. This is no innocent. The Corinthian would never hire a naïve girl as a cocktail waitress, and sure enough, Tamara nods then.

“Okay, I’ll play. When do we start?”

Thank fuck she’s interested because Ineedto get a feel of that pretty pussy of hers. I grin, glancing at Dane and Jamison for a moment before looking at our beautiful victim again. I slowly unzip my pants before taking my cock out and her eyes widen as she stares at it, causing me to smirk.

“Like what you see?” I tease, and she nods quickly.

“It’s big,” she murmurs, her cheeks turning bright red.

I chuckle. “Come sit on it then. Our game starts now.”

Tamara hesitates for a moment, looking at Jamison. But then she nods and slips off his lap before making her way over to me. She hesitates for only a moment before pushing her dress up until her whole ass is exposed, baring those big white cheeks. Like a good girl, she’s got no panties underneath and her slit is already swollen, pink and gleaming with arousal.

Then Tamara sits on my lap, facing me, resting her hands on my shoulders as she looks me in the eye.

“Like this?” she asks in a breathy mewl. “Is this what you want?”