Filthy Secret

Master Nick is behind me, rooting me to the spot, as if he knows my brain better than even I do. “Are you hurt?” Silence.

“Penelope Evans, did that man hurt you?”

“I – I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I cry out, falling to the floor at his feet. “I didn’t mean to say anything. I was so scared and -.”

“Penny, love, that is not what Peter asked you. You will answer the question.”

“He didn’t harm me. I don’t think. It just hurt very badly, and he wasn’t you.”

Master Peter hunches down and slides his hands under my shoulders to pry me off of the floor. “Dearest Penelope. I think you misunderstand. I am in no way angry with you. What he did was despicable. You never touch another member’s property. You should have been able to crawl through that hallway unmolested.”

“I assume he’s being dealt with?” Master Nick’s voice has the same hardened edge as Master Peter.

“Marcus is dealing with him now. As for you, Penelope. I must apologize. It’s past time for you to be milked, and I’m sure you’re in a lot of discomfort. Though I love seeing my best girl in pain, I want it to be on purpose, by my hand. Not because I had to deal with a miscreant with a micropenis.”

Master Nick pulls me back against his chest and reaches around to knead my full, swollen breasts. I whimper, desperate to pull out of his grasp. His touch hurts. Not as bad as the other man, but enough that I don’t want it. Though my clit keeps humming with need, the greater desire to get this damned milk out outweighs any pleasure, real or imagined.

“Poor, poor Penny. Don’t worry, Peter will make it all better.” Master Nick cups a breast and offers it to Master Peter. He licks his lips before bending low, swiping his tongue across the sore, swollen peak.

Drawing my nipple into his mouth, he sucks, more gently than this morning, and soon, that same spine-tingling relief thrums through my body.

His groans and his lapping at my milk go straight to my clit. Soon, I’m back to that needy, achy place I was before we left the first room.

Once he drains one breast, he moves onto the other. Master Nick comes around to the side and works at Master Peter’s belt, undoing it and his pants so they fall to the floor. Master Peter pulls back just enough to grip me in his arms and lift me onto his thick cock.

Memories from that first night race through my brain, ramping up my arousal. Instead of facing away from him, I ride him as he stares at me, wonder and lust flashing through his eyes. With me firmly impaled, he takes us back to the bed and lies down, pulling me up until my breast is back at his mouth.

He latches on as he surges forward, both filling me and depleting me at the same time. I can’t help the filthy groan that slips from my lips as emotions and sensation rip through my body.

Though I don’t see him, I can feel Master Nick come up behind me. The tip of his cock brushes against my inner thigh as he tugs at the tail in my ass. With everything that happened to me, I had almost forgotten it was in there. Master Peter pulls his head away and gives Master Nick an odd look before turning back to me.

“You want me to breed you, Penelope? Want me to fuck you until you carry my child?”

I really don’t know how to answer. I never wanted children. Ever. But after being a sex toy to two amazing men, I’m considering giving them everything they want and more. Dropping my gaze, I fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. Anything to quiet my mind.

“My body is yours, Master. I will submit to whatever you ask of me.”

“Good. Fucking. Girl. Penelope,” he grunts, thrusting in time with his words. Master Nick slides his hands across my ass for a moment before going back to the tail. He tugs on it a few times, sparking dark, delicious sensations down there, an area that really shouldn’t be pleasurable at all.

As with everything they’ve introduced me to, I crave everything and more. He eases the plug out, giving me a moment to breathe before something else notches in the hole. I tense as Master Nick grips my ass, holding me in place as he drives forward.

“I’m giving Nick a gift, Penelope,” Master Peter murmurs against my lips. “Normally, I like to take every virgin hole. But today is a very special day for him.”

Master Peter remains still, giving me ample time for my brain and body to collide, revealing what’s happening. Until now, both masters have only ever played with that hole. They’ve put in butt plugs, beads, and things that I’m probably better not knowing about.

This is the first time either of them has actually fucked me there. Despite having had a large plug in me, Master Nick feels impossibly huge.

My body quivers as my ass attempts to push him out, refusing to let him in. “Penny, breathe. You’ve had big things in here before.”

“Not as big as you!” The high squeakiness of my voice just adds another layer of humiliation to the situation.

Beneath me, Master Peter chuckles and once more slides in and out. “Don’t worry Nick. I’ll distract her.” Smirking, he goes back down to my breasts and alternates sucking and licking until my eyes nearly cross with the pleasure he’s bringing me.

Inch by inch, Master Nick pushes forward, ignoring my pained cries. Neither of them stops until I’m stuffed full with the cocks of my Masters. Once I feel the crisp hairs of Master Nick’s pelvis against my ass, they both begin to rock in opposite rhythm.

As Master Peter surges in, Master Nick drags out. The sensations are overwhelming. Arousal coils tight within me as I lie there, caught between the two men that own every bit of me. Heart and soul.

“Sweet Penelope. God, Penelope.” Master Peter grips my hips as he climaxes, shooting his cum deep inside me. Master Nick is not far behind. With his own shout, his cock jerks deep in my ass, and I groan as he grinds up against me.

Reaching between us, Master Peter strums my clit, and my fingers scrabble against his shirt as I desperately seek for something to grab onto. The orgasm that was denied to me early comes roaring back to life, filling me, consuming me.

“Please. Oh please.”

“Come for us, pretty Penny,” Nick whispers against my shoulder. “I want to feel your body clench around us.”

At his words, my body explodes. If not sandwiched between my two Masters, I’m sure I would have flown apart. We lie there, all three of us in a tangle of limbs as Master Peter keeps stroking me, drawing out my orgasm.

Tears gather in my eyes as I writhe in between them, sorrow at knowing one day this will all be over beating at my chest.

“Ahh. Dear Penelope. Why the tears? Surely that orgasm was satisfactory.”

“It’s not that. I – I don’t. I -.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Don’t what?”

“Please don’t leave me. I know that sounds pathetic but -.”

Master Peter cuts off my babbling by pulling my lips up to his. He rarely kisses me, but when he does, he makes my heart sing and my toes curl. “My dear, sweet Penelope. If you think it’s that easy to get rid of us, you’re sorely mistaken. You’re ours. For life.”

A soft smile curves over my lips as he lays my head back down on his chest. Master Nick pulls out and steps back, but his absence doesn’t cause me alarm. I know he’s just getting stuff to clean us all up with. The fact that he can leave without my heart flying out of my chest is proof enough that I finally believe I belong.

Never in my life, since my mom died, did I ever feel this loved and cherished. Their love hurts. A lot. But they always put me back together after. I spent so many days hating my father, cursing him for what he did. But who knew his careless actions would place me in the lap of my new family?

My hand drifts down to my flat stomach, and I close my eyes, thinking what it would be like to actually carry their child. No longer do I face that idea with fear. Instead, a warmth flutters through my heart as contentment settles over me like a warm blanket.

Master Nick slides the washcloth between us, cleaning me as best he can before pulling me into his arms and settling on the bed. Master Peter crawls over to the other side, once again sandwiching me. The heat their bodies give off is soothing, comforting.

My eyes flutter closed as Master Nick drags his fingers across my skin in lazy circles. “I do believe congratulations are in order,” he murmurs against my ear. “Happy Mother’s Day, my beautiful Penny.”

I stiffen in his arms, unsure if I heard that correctly. “You mean -?”

“The test this morning confirmed it. Eric will keep checking in with you, monitoring your progress until we can procure a midwife, but as of right now, you’re carrying a baby.”

“Our baby,” Peter growls from behind me, sliding his hand around to rest on my stomach. “We will never let you go, Penelope. Nick and I will still be your Masters, but now, you’ll have a little one to occupy your time in between satisfying us.”

My head reels as the words finally sink in. The thing I dreaded most is actually happening, but somehow, with these two powerful men surrounding me, I feel calm, at peace, as if this was how everything was supposed to work out after all.

The End…