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  “Yes!” she screamed and her channel rippled, her muscles milking Amos’s cock, and her whole body shaking with release. It was enough to send both the men into climax with her, their last few thrusts ragged with need as their cocks exploded simultaneously.

  * * * *

  It was quite a few minutes later that they all untangled themselves and lifted Keziah off the table. She sagged into her chair, breathing heavily while the men disposed of the condoms, and Amos wiped the table clean before moving the food back in to the center.

  “Hungry now, sweetness?” asked Wesley. “Have you worked up a good appetite? I sure have.”

  “I feel more like taking a nap,” she replied, looking around for her underwear.

  “Hmm. Maybe we can do both together. Aren’t women always urging men to multitask more often?”

  For the second time in an hour, Amos swept all the food to one end of the table with his forearm and picked Keziah up, this time laying her on the tabletop.

  Wesley walked into the kitchen and came back with an armload of bottles of ketchup and chocolate sauce and other things a dazed Keziah was beyond recognizing.

  “Wha—” she began as Amos picked up the ketchup and squirted it in circles around her breasts, then in a wiggly line from her breasts to her navel.

  “Gimme that bottle,” she demanded, grabbing for it.

  But Amos moved it out of her reach and Wesley grabbed both her hands in one of his and held them above her head.

  He dipped a celery stick in the tub of cream cheese and popped it in her mouth when she went to argue.

  By the time she had chewed and swallowed, a hot mouth was on her breast, licking around the underside, the warm, wet tongue laving the globe in the most enticing way.

  Meanwhile, on her rounded belly, fingers painted ketchup into pretty patterns of circles and spirals.

  “I loved finger painting in kindergarten,” said Amos. “And your skin is the best canvas.”

  Something stickier than ketchup was being painted onto her thighs, with swirls being traced around the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

  “Hmm, yum,” whispered Amos. “Cream cheese tastes much better on you than on celery.”

  Wesley’s mouth was still laving and circling her breasts. Keziah’s nipples had hardened into points and ached with the need to feel a mouth on them. She pulled at her hands, wanting to reach out and move Wesley’s head, but he gripped her wrists firmly and murmured, “No, wait. The longer you wait, the better your orgasm will be.”

  “I just had a very good orgasm. Surely it’s too soon for me to come again?”

  “Oh, you will be coming again, sweetness. We can guarantee that!” said Wesley. Then his mouth descended on her aching nipple, and he sucked it deep inside, rolling his tongue around it and making her gasp with excitement.

  Amos had put the tub of cream cheese down and was back to finger painting her belly with the ketchup. His fingers trailed up her sides, along her ribs, back down to circle her bellybutton, and then lower. Everywhere they went, trails of fire followed them, lighting every nerve ending they touched.

  He sucked the last of the cream cheese off her inner thighs, then used a celery stick to trace lightly down her leg to her foot, running it up under the arch and making her squirm with desire.

  Wesley transferred his attention to her other breast, and Amos his to her other foot.

  Keziah wiggled frantically. “I need…I want…”

  “This?” asked Amos, leaning forward to lick her slit.

  “Or this?” added Wesley, scraping his teeth across her nipple. “We want you to stay with us. To let us love you the way you deserve.”

  Wesley thrust his tongue deep into her mouth as Amos thrust his into her cunt. With matching movements, they began to tongue-fuck her in earnest, Wesley’s spare hand tweaking a nipple and Amos using both of his hands to hold her thighs apart and tilt her hips for maximum penetration.

  Amos slid one hand around to play with the rim of her ass while the other toyed with her clit.

  Wesley finally let go of her wrists and used both hands to roll and pinch her nipples while he kissed her passionately, his tongue deep inside her mouth, then running around her teeth and the inside of her cheeks, before thrusting deep again or sucking her tongue.

  Keziah grabbed hold of his shoulders, digging her fingernails into them as she reached for the orgasm that was so close.

  And then she exploded, her cream pouring from her onto Amos’s waiting tongue, her whole body shaking with release, as the guys licked and kissed and patted her through the aftershocks.

  * * * *

  Sitting cross-legged on the refrigerator in the corner of the room, Great-Uncle John smiled and muttered very softly, “Well done, nevvie. That should keep her here for a while,” before uncrossing his legs and wafting through the refrigerator, through the wall, and into the bathroom.

  Chapter Two

  The first few hours of the morning passed in a blur for Keziah as the alarm clock galvanized the two men out of bed and into their workday routine of showers and shaving, breakfast, and collecting the gear they needed for the day’s work. Even with a two-minute commute and the freedom to come home during the day and collect anything they’d forgotten, they still seemed to rush around madly, looking for missing socks or their favorite necktie. She decided the best place for her was in bed, out of their way until they were actually dressed and ready to leave.

  Then she stood at the door in her robe to kiss them good-bye, and Amos said, “Now remember, Garry is the security guard who will be bringing you your keycard. It will let you into this apartment, all the office floors, the basement parking garage, and the gym and pool. The keycard for our office is a separate one, and I will bring one of those home for you tonight.”

  “Will you be okay alone all day?” asked Wesley, concern in his voice.

  “As soon as the keycard is here, I want to wander around the building and check out the companies based here so I can target them with detailed résumés, so that will keep me busy for the next few days,” she reassured them.

  And then they were gone, and she was alone in the silence.

  “First a shower, so I am dressed before Garry arrives,” she told herself.

  * * * *

  Garry was a short, tubby older man. The buttons of his uniform shirt stretched to capacity to cover his belly. But his eyes shone with intelligence, and he insisted she write down his cell phone number in case she ever needed his help.

  Keziah had spent the half hour between when she got out of the shower and Garry’s arrival planning her morning. She’d decided to dress professionally, as if she worked in the building, and carry a notepad and pen to write down anything that might be helpful to her. She planned to google the companies in the building so she could write individual letters to each of them and hand deliver them, hopeful that this would increase her chances of getting that elusive job.

  So she hung her keycard around her neck and dropped a notepad and pen in the left pocket of her blazer and her cell phone in the right pocket. She slipped on comfortable but dressy pumps and took the apartment-dwellers’ elevator to the lowest level of the basement parking garage. That turned out to be level eight. Wesley had parked the company van he had used to help her move on level six, so she had a quick look around level eight and a longer look around level six, recognizing several Smith Inc. vehicles and writing in her notebook that Amos’s car was parked in bay 625 and Wesley’s in 624. There were several empty parking bays on this level, but that might have been because people were out on company business.

  Levels four and two had identical layouts but were for office workers and shoppers, therefore having separate elevators that anyone could use, so she changed elevators and rode up to street level to look at the shops.

  Wow, this is like a complete town. I may never need to leave the building again, she thought as she wandered around the second floor.

  She passed a noodle bar, pizza pa
rlor, post office, drug store, two grocery stores, half a dozen clothing boutiques, two shoe shops, a handbag store, a hardware store, a coffee shop, a gift store, a juice bar. Then there was a men’s wear store, a bookstore, even an optometrist and a nail salon, as well as a hairdresser, a jewelry store, and a couple of shops that seemed to stock a wide range of miscellany. Pretty much anything I might ever need, the thought.

  She took the public elevator up another level to the concourse where the directory of companies sat in a foyer with several comfy sofas, a fountain made of metal pipes, and the receptionist and security guards who assisted visitors.

  The security guard on duty was Garry, who beckoned her over to the desk.

  “Keziah, meet Tia. Tia is the senior receptionist here, and she can help you find out which of the companies in the building are hiring. What kind of work are you looking for?”

  Keziah was stunned at Garry’s openness and stammered, “That’s the whole point. I hold a Bachelor of Arts and have done admin type work, but I am not really qualified for anything much. Dad always wanted me to do something like accountancy or teaching, but I am useless at math and don’t really like kids, so that was why I stuck with subjects like History and Philosophy of Science. Lots of fun to do but not really the stuff from which you get a job.” She sighed.

  “Hi, Keziah,” butted in Tia. “Quite a few of the smaller companies in the building need temps for their peak times. I can phone you first if they ask me to find them a temp, which they often do. And if you’re a quick study, Susan, who comes in to mind the desk for my lunch break each day, has gotten a better job and will be leaving in two weeks, so that’s an hour of work every day if you want it. You’ll need to have memorized the companies and a bit about them first though,” she warned.

  “In two weeks, I can memorize anything you need,” Keziah replied.

  The two women chatted for a bit longer. Then Tia handed Keziah a copy of the company’s list with contact names so she could start memorizing. Grateful, Keziah tucked it into her blazer pocket, then headed to the elevators to look at the various floors.

  It was only as she entered the elevator she realized Tia hadn’t said anything about interviews or asking her boss about giving her the lunch break shift.

  Shit! Shouldn’t she have said I’d need to present for an interview or something? Give someone my references? Or does everyone know I’m fucking Amos and Wesley? Am I being offered a job because of them? But don’t they even care we are a threesome, not a traditional couple? And do they think I’m going to be around for a long time? I know the guys have been wanting me to move in with them for a while, but it’s not like marriage or anything traditional is going to happen here. It’s just as well my dad lives five hundred miles away because I’m pretty sure he couldn’t cope with the whole ménage thing.

  The elevator door pinged, and Keziah got out, straightened her shoulders, took a deep breath, and began her task for the day—getting to know the building and its people.

  * * * *

  By one p.m. she was back in the apartment, making copious notes on her laptop about everything she had seen and heard while nibbling on a sandwich.

  The smaller companies had offices on the lower floors—three, four, and five. Then bigger companies had more luxurious offices on floors six through twelve.

  The thirteenth floor had the gym, pool, hot tub, and sauna area and was called the Recreation Level. People who worked in the building could take out memberships there, as well as those who lived in the apartments.

  The fourteenth floor held the four apartments that included Amos and Wesley’s, and level fifteen was the Smith Inc. offices. Sixteen through twenty were more apartments, four per floor, and twenty-one had two larger family apartments. Twenty-two, the top floor, was a restaurant and rooftop garden that was said to offer exquisite cuisine. There was a special express elevator from the ground floor to the restaurant, but she hadn’t been up there to look at it yet.

  “First I need to concentrate on getting a job,” she encouraged herself, taking a bite of the sandwich and typing faster.

  Wherever possible, Keziah had introduced herself to the receptionist at each company, saying she lived in the building and was looking for work, adding—thanks to Tia’s comment—that she was happy to temp. A rather harried-looking manager on the fifth floor, minus his coat and tie and sweating at ten a.m., had handed her his business card and told her to send in her résumé as soon as possible. She planned to do that and be back there before close of business today.

  “Mahoney and Richardson,” she muttered, flipping through the pages of the booklet Tia had given her. “Uh-huh, tax accountants, scheduling client appointments, uploading data files, uh-huh, uh-huh. Nothing here I can’t do.”

  * * * *

  After dining at the noodle bar that evening, Amos handed Keziah her office keycard and the threesome went up to the fifteenth floor, stopping at the concourse so the men could introduce Keziah to the night security supervisor, Atal.

  Atal solemnly shook her hand, wished her success with her job search, and stepped back behind the desk, his eyes constantly scanning the security cameras for the various levels.

  The offices for Smith Inc. took the entire fifteenth floor, with large, open-plan spaces for most of the staff, a nice corner office with its own executive bathroom for Amos, and a row of smaller offices along the external wall for the managers, which included Wesley, whose official title was Vice President for Communications but whose actual role was being second in command to Amos.

  The men showed her the break room and the board room, then returned to Amos’s office where he looked at his desk and said wistfully, “We’ve never fucked you on my desk.”

  “Or on mine,” added Wesley.

  “Yeah, but we fucked on the kitchen table yesterday, and we haven’t had sex in your bed yet, either,” Keziah responded.

  “Okay, how about a compromise,” suggested Amos, pointing to his large, soft executive chair.

  “Oh, yeah, that has potential,” replied Wesley. “Come here, sweetness, and let us undress you.”

  Keziah was about to continue arguing, but just then, both men dropped their pants, and two huge, hot cocks jumped out and stood to attention. Her breath hitched, her belly clenched, and her pussy released its cream as she gazed at those gorgeous cocks.

  Oh, hell yeah. They are purely delicious-looking cocks, so hot and hard and thick. These guys sure know how to send my engines from zero to sixty in one second flat.

  “Fair enough, but I get to lick your tat,” she said to Wesley.

  “You can go on the top, then, instead of in the middle,” suggested Amos, kicking off his shoes and dress pants, almost ripping his shirt off in his haste to get ready.

  Wesley peeled her out of her blazer, shirt, and skirt, and she toed off her pumps while unbuttoning his shirt.

  Amos grabbed lube and condoms out of his desk drawer—jeez, does the Board know about that, wondered Keziah—and Wesley bent over the desk so Amos could lube his ass. Keziah stood as close as possible to both of them so she could lick the tribal tattoo on Wesley’s shoulder blade before she gently rolled a condom onto Amos’s cock.

  “Enough, enough, I’m ready,” gasped Wesley, ripping Keziah’s panties off, and drawing her with him over to the chair. Amos sat and spread his legs, and Wes stood facing him, one leg on each side of the chair. Then Amos guided the other man down onto his cock, and Keziah rolled a condom onto Wesley.

  “Climb aboard, sweetness,” ordered Wesley, and Keziah stood with her back to Amos, stretched her right leg across both men, and settled herself on their laps.

  Amos lifted her up by the hips, and Wesley slid his cock into her hot core.

  “God, that feels good,” she whispered. “You’re both so good at turning me on, and you never leave me unsatisfied.”

  “You feel good,” corrected Amos, holding her breasts in his hands and pulling her hard against his chest until she could feel his nipples rubbin
g against her back.

  “Very good,” added Wesley, thrusting his cock deep inside her. “And you feel mighty good, too,” he added to Amos, wiggling his butt on the other man’s cock and grasping his shoulders, pulling the three of them tightly together.

  “Yeah, this is heaven. This is the way we are meant to be. The three of us belong together,” said Amos, kissing Wesley, then Keziah.

  We are meant to be? We belong together? Are you sure this isn’t just a short-term thing that will burn itself out?

  But then she couldn’t think any more as both men began thrusting in tandem, their strong hands holding her firmly between them as they pushed deep and hard, Amos into Wesley and Wesley into her.

  She leaned her head on Wesley’s chest, sucking his nipples and licking the tattoo.

  Those curvy lines and swirls are so fascinating.

  Then she stretched her arms behind her to grab on to Amos. He’s so thoughtful. He’s obviously told people about me because everyone has been so helpful. And he must be a good boss or they would ignore me to spite him.

  She could almost feel her brain cells melting as the men’s movements sped up, harder and deeper inside her, and her position meant that every thrust from Wesley went right up high inside her, scraping her walls and hitting her G-spot and winding the coiling tension in her center higher and higher.

  Keziah dug her nails into Amos and her teeth into Wesley’s shoulder.

  The men’s chests were sweating now with the power and force of their movements. Amos was panting with the exertion of pushing the two of them up with each thrust.

  “I can’t hold on much longer. Having my cock in Keziah and you in my ass is so fucking good,” Wesley whimpered.

  Amos pinched and tweaked Keziah’s nipples, and she came with a scream. Gratefully, Wesley let go, exploding inside her,

  “Fucking good indeed.” Amos hurtled over the edge into climax as well.

  The three stayed in the chair, holding on to each other for long moments as they recovered from the force of their joining.