The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

9

"You can speak," Mason informed her as he pulled the panties from her mouth.

"But seeing? I'm not sure you deserve that," Michael said as he place his black tee over her face, just exposing her mouth. "There we go."

"Hmm, it's like we could be fucking anyone right now. Do you have anyone in mind that you want to fuck, Mike?"

Michael squatted beside the bed like Mason had done minutes before. "Let's see. Definitely someone younger than this little slut," he ran his hand over her belly and then up to where her bra cups lay under her breasts. "Someone firm and tight. No stretch marks. Or children," he said pulling back the cup to better clutch her breast in his large hand.

"Nice. Yes, my mind was thinking about that swim team bus. Remember me telling you about the wet tits I used to play with..." Mason said as he sat on the other side of Poly near her hips. "What I wouldn't do would for some younger, firm tits...damn!"

Mason leaned over and bit her nippled making Polly squeak.

"What do you think, Polly? Should we imagine we get to fuck a girl our own age? Young and firm. Tight with nothing scarring her pretty skin," Michael asked as he traced a silvery stretch mark across her side.

"Y-you..." Polly didn't know what to say. She was so aroused by what they were saying - even knowing that they were doing so as a form of sexual degradation. She was at her most vulnerable at that moment. All of her insecurities lay bare at their feet."You should."

"That's right," Mason said. "We deserve to at least imagine women better suited for us."

"Mmhm," Michael agreed. "I mean look at us," he laughed. "Well, not now, since you can't see. But we deserve the best."

Michael moved his wandering hand down to her clit and down toward her hole. "Maybe we just bring another woman home and make Polly watch..."

"No!" Polly reacted.

The men chuckled a bit at her fervent response. "Okay, then we can just record it like we are doing right now," Mason said reminding her of the laptop.

"Good idea..." Michael agreed.

"No!" Polly shouted again.

Michael's finger was now slowly circling her entrance. "No one will want Polly once they see her so large from carrying the baby. I think she would owe us. Let us fuck around with women not as fat and swollen." Michael pushed his finger inside her.

"I mean who wants a used up..."

"Stop! Please...I'm sorry," she croaked out.

"Sorry?" Michael asked as he pumped his finger inside her.

"Sorry for not p-pleasing you...for not being enough," she said rapidly as she felt the orgasm approaching. "I want to be good. I want you to want m-me..."

Mason pinched her nipple and it sent her flying. The lack of vision, the degrading words and the touches. The delicious touches. Made her pussy clench and sparks cross her entire body.

Mason removed the shirt from her face. He bent down and devoured her mouth as Michael brushed over her overly sensitive clit. Her body was still humming.

Polly realized that she hadn't opened her eyes despite the shirt no longer obscuring her vision. Michael was giving her a wide smile, and Mason was pulling back from the kiss with a matching grin.

"Wh-what?" She asked.

"Who knew you were so dirty, babe? Dang, I wasn't sure you would like that, but here we are..." Michael said as he got up and pulled out his cock. "Untie her and get her on her knees a on the floor."

Mason followed his instructions. "You know what Sloan called me earlier?"

"What?" Michael asked as he lowered his pants.

"A cougar hunter," Mason laughed.

"Ha! More like cougar tamer," Michael said as Mason lowered Polly to her knees before Michael. Polly giggled as she remembered the whip-like belt.

"Are you laughing at me, kitty?" Michael asked as he pet her head, and she cast her eyes down.

"Hm, mental note to self about pet play," Mason said softly. "So uh, mind if I uh share her mouth? My cock is going to explode."

"Sounds good. Drop your pants while I warm her up," Michael said.

"Mhmm, the ole warm up act. Main show over here," Mason joked.

"Shut up and get your dick out," Michael said as he positioned himself to Polly's side and placed the tip of his cock on her lips. As he watched Mason undress, he said, "Our little cuckquean needs to give a good double blowjob. Face me, Mase."

After Mason came to Polly's other side, she reached up with each hand and wrapped her fingers around the cocks. She licked the crowns as she got them both very wet, brushing them against one another.

"Mm, that is fucking so hot," Michael moaned.

"Mmmhm," Mason confirmed. "Such a contrast in size."

"Not what I was going for," Michael smirked at Mason. "Polly, take Mason all the way in your mouth. I want to see it disappear."

The slight choking sound filled the room. Saliva dropped from the corners of her mouth as she looked up at Mason. Her now free hand found the small of his back and pulled him tight against her lips. "Fuck! That is...the deepest...Good lord, woman!" Mason said gripping her hair.

Polly backed off it, catching her breath. "What was that about a younger woman?"

"Fuck other women. What other women," Mason panted out.

She wiped her chin with a smirk and moved to Michael's cock. Her attempts were admirable to take all of him, but he was just too big. Yet he didn't give up and bounced her head a few times before releasing her.

"Sometimes I'm jealous of your tiny dick, man," Michael said with a strained voice as Polly once again took Mason's cock to the back of her throat. Her hand remained on Michael and jacked him off at the same rhythm as the blowjob. "Enough," Michael growled as he pulled her off Mason by her hair. "Jack it into her mouth."

Both men were now moving quickly over the shafts. Their necks were corded. Michael cupped his balls in his other hand, while Mason pulled back Polly's head with her hair.

"Ooo shit," Mason groan as his hand tightened and he began to spurt into her open mouth. "That's it. Take it."

"Fuuuck," Michael belted out. "Swallow it all," he commanded as he watched. "I'm cumming... fuck!"

Michael cock pulsed several times as Polly attempted to hold as much as she could in her mouth. She only wanted to swallow once, but it was too much.

"Drink that fucking cum. Don't waste a drop," Michael said as Mason finally stopped cumming and was wiping his cock on Polly's cheek.

"That's it," Michael said as he finished, squeezing the last bit out. He then took his thumb and gathered the small amounts that dribbled on her chin. He then placing his damp thumb in her mouthed. Polly closed her lips around it and hummed in enjoyment. "Good girls love cum."

Michael withdrew his thumb and helped Polly up from her knees. Mason was already face first on the bed. "Dominating makes me sleepy," he yawned.

Michael walked Polly to the bed, sitting down and pulling her to sit on his lap. He brought her head to his chest, stroking her hair.

"Whenever you are ready, I want to hear about what happened tonight with Sloan, okay?"

Polly nodded into his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her and held her tight.

"I love you, Polly," Michael whispered as she closed her eyes. "There could never be another woman for me. You are so perfect." He kissed her head and they sat like that until he heard her soft snores. "Good girl."