Three Mugs and Cocoa With a Kick
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2022 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: He made her an offer she couldn't refuse, but she handled it with aplomb. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Violence Illustrated .
It was an offer she couldn’t refuse. “All you have to do is serve a few of my colleagues,” Professor T told her.
“And if I don’t?”
Professor T smirked. “Your boyfriend Alex—his studies might come to an abrupt end.”
“I thought he was doing better,” Aurélie said.
“He’s hanging on by the skin of his teeth. Nine o’clock tomorrow night. Be there.”
Aurélie showed up, just a little apprehensive. “Great, you came,” the professor greeted her. “My esteemed guests are in the den. Your serving outfit is in that closet.”
“I don’t see it,” Aurélie said upon opening the closet door. “There’s nothing in here but two hangers.”
“Exactly,” said the professor. “Hang up your clothes while I heat up the cocoa.”
“They’re having cocoa?”
“Don’t get your hopes up. It’s cocoa with a kick. Now strip. And remember: service with a smile!”
A few minutes later Aurélie was in the den pouring the drinks for three men in shiny suits who sat silently around a low coffee table. As Aurélie bent low to fill the mug on the other side, she felt a hand on her ass. Before she could straighten up, a finger pushed inside her sex.
“She’s got a tight twat, just like T promised,” the man told his cohorts. “Hot and tight and more than a little moist.” Another finger edged inside. “Getting juicier all the time,” the man continued. He added a third finger. Aurélie squeezed her cunt and smiled. At the same time she twisted her upper body, elbowed the gentleman’s hat off his head, and pour steaming hot cocoa over his bald pate.
“Aiyee!” the man yelped. “Oh, oh, oh. Ice, ice, ice. Aiyee, aiyee, aiyee!” and he rushed off to the kitchen.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” one of the other men asked.
“Couldn’t help it,” Aurélie answered. Your friend’s fingers got me so sexed up I didn’t know what I was doing. And besides that, my names Aurélie, not Aiyee.”
“Well, Aurélie, put that pot down, bend over the table, and we’ll see how sexed up you are.”
Dutifully Aurélie bent over the table. It wasn’t long before one of the men had his cock in her cunt, the other had his cock in her mouth.
Two minutes into the fuck and suck, Aurélie felt the telltale throbs of cocks a breath away from orgasm. She didn’t hesitate. She bit down hard on the dick in her mouth and slammed her right heel upward, directly into the dangling testes of the guy fucking her from the rear. Both men screamed even as they ejaculated.
“Was that sexed-up enough for you?” Aurélie said calmly to the two men, who were writhing on the floor holding their groins. “When I come I come hard; my body takes control.”
On her way out of the apartment she encountered Professor T applying a sack of ice to the first gentleman’s head. “You might need some of that for the pair of film noir goons in there,” she said, pointing back to the den. “And one more thing: If Alex doesn’t pass his course, you’ll never see me again. Just keep in mind I’m a one-on-one sort of a girl.”
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