Rick Sexed Up the Doc by Leona Bushman Read Free Book Online Page A

she knew she would never forget.
    Rick’s slid Brian’s jeans and underwear down, and Brian’s cock, his very large, thick cock, sprang forth. She went to grasp him, but Rick beat her there. She did not let that stop her, but joined him in touching, feeling, squeezing. Her darker, more delicate hands mixed in with Rick’s lighter, stronger ones, fascinated her. Like yin and yang.
    She caressed Rick’s hands a few times. Then moved her hands up Brian’s chest, rubbing his muscles, his nipples, which hardened under her touch. She leaned forward, flicking her tongue against them and toyed with the rings. She heard Brian’s breath suck in as Rick continued his ministrations while she played with his chest.
    It slowly dawned on her that Rick had moved them, inch by inch closer to the couch while they were engrossed in touching Brian. Her skirt was partly unzipped, but not fully, and hung at her hips, along her bikini underwear.
    She stepped back from the pair and took off her shirt, her lacy bra still hanging from her shoulders. She quickly divested herself of it, then moved to her skirt. She happened to look up at the men’s faces after she had tossed her bra on her desk and caught them both staring.
    Instinctively, her hands moved as to cover herself, but then she smiled as deviousness took over. Instead of covering her nipples, she cupped her ample breasts in each hand, lifting and massaging them. She rolled the hardened nipples between her fingers, and the heat of their gaze nearly scorched her.
    Having an audience was a new experience and she lived it up. She reached both hands up to the metal clasp barrette holding her hair under control and took it out, tossing it to her desk as well. Their eyes never left her, and Rick continued touching Brian who had put his hands over Rick’s.
    She slowly played with her hair, making each movement as sensual as she knew how, bringing a lock of curls forward, then trailing her hands down, over her breasts, her stomach, playing with the ring, then to her hips where her skirt was. She undid the zipper the rest of the way, and slowly pushed the skirt over her hips, leaving the small bit of bikini lace undies in place.
    She stepped out of the pool of material at her feet, and turned so her back was to the men. She bent over, picked up her skirt, and laid it on her desk, before turning around. When she did, she found Rick pulling his own jeans and boxers off, eyes intent on her.
    The lust blazing in his and Brian’s eyes nearly scared her into stopping her strip tease, but she liked the feeling of feminine power these two men gave her too much to give it up that easy. She felt her own lust rising as Rick stood up proudly, his cock jutting out. At this rate, her juices would soon break through the dams and spill like a great flood.
    She looked back at their faces to see if they were still watching her, and they were. She put her finger through the lace band at one hip, and slid it forward, and down, rubbing her clit softly for a few moments before grasping the waist again. She started sliding her panties down, then turned, so her back was to them again and slid them down the rest of the way, keeping her hand on them as she sensuously moved her hips back and forth as if trying to help push the panties down.
    When bent over double, she began to pull them off, but did not get any further than that. Rick had come up behind her, partially lifting her off her feet, and laid her across her desk, chest down. She felt his hands rub down her crack to the folds of her vulva and her clit practically screamed, “Me first.”
    He slicked his fingers on her wet juices then slid his hand to her clit and rubbed for a few seconds, just enough for a tease, sending searing heat through her. She heard the sound of a wrapper while Rick still stood between her legs and assumed Brian was getting the condom. Shortly after, she felt more hands at her apex, lots of touching, soothing, as well as stroking,