#bottomless thots

One date lead to another which lead to you stumbling through the door of their shared townhouse one night. You'd only vaugely remember teasing them on their illustrious man-cave.

"You're welcome to give it that feminine touch, Sweetheart." Jack nipped at your ear while Robby kissed down the column of your throat.

"You'd like that," you slide your fingers through his gray curls and tug, "having a little housewife to come home to every night?"

Robby tugs your body flush to his and lets out a deep growl. He wastes no time in unbuttoning your jeans to strip them from you.

"Be careful," Jacks hands slip under your top until he's tugging it over your head, "Robby would say yes in a heartbeat."

Robby stands to his full height in front of you. Watching, almost disapprovingly, at the scraps of clothes still on your body.

"Don't listen to Jack, he's projecting." Robby wastes no time pulling you onto the bed until you're all laid shoulder to shoulder.

They take turns kissing you, the gaps of space seem to fade until each touch, tongue, and tease becomes one. Robby's lips become Jacks, which return to you, then towards each other again.

"So pretty for us," Robby murmurs, letting his hand rub harsh circles on your clit through your panties. "So eager too, Jack."

Jack unclips your bra, letting your chest expand with wanting and relief.

"What do you say Rob?" he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, pleasure zips through you. "Want to keep her?"

"Mmmyes!" you scramble to get a hold of any sanity, when you can't you find solice in the crook of Robby's neck. The two men chuckle at your pathetic show, "Please..." you whimper.

"Poor thing." Robby relents, moving against you until he's stationed between your legs. "So needy for us. Who are you so worked up for?" he mocks, tugging your underwear upwards until the fabric puts a hypnotic pressure on your core.

Jack watches between marks sucked across your chest. Enjoying the feeling of goosebumps against his tongue.

"You! You n' Jack!" You practically slur, drunk on the almost satisfaction of their pleausre.

"Yeah, baby." Jack sits up trailing his fingertips across the contour of your torso. Distantly you feel Robby pulling your underwear down your legs, finally giving you the relief you crave. "Think we should keep you nice and warm in our big bed, huh?"

You nod blindly, chasing after them when they crawl away, leaving you propped up and wanting against their pillows. You toss your head to the side and linger on the familiar scent of Jack against the pillow case. You buck your hips and wine, starring them down the foot of the bed.

"Look at that Jack, she wants to stay." Robby runs his hands over his partners shoulders. Pressing tantalizing kisses across his neck from behind.

"You want us to keep you? Hmm?" You sit up, whining again. Reaching for them but also enjoying the picture of the two men and their love for each other.

"Please, I need you inside me!" you beg shamelessly. Robby takes his queue, stepping between your legs while Jack manuvers himself behind you. They're a wordles well oiled machine.

Jack's hands take your legs and keep them pulled back, exposing you to Robby.

"There you go," Jack settles you against him, "He'll go easy on you at first, just relax" He drops one leg to snake around and fondle your breasts as Robby slots himself at your folds.

Robby's first thrust knocks the wind out of you. You can barely hear the words of encouragement Jack is preaching behind you. His cock is long and it presses up against something deep inside you that burns.

His thrusts are rough and deep, he enjoys the euphoria of watching his cock dissapear inside of you. He takes a moment to grind himself against you, letting your clit graze against the course hair on his pelvis.

"Taking him so deep," Jack praises, dropping his hand to your clit, "Good job Baby." You cry out. Writhing and twisting between them.

"Fuck," Robby groans low and deep, "Fuck this pussy is incredible. S'good. Takes me so good." he punctuated every word with a hard trust.

"Want to stay in there forever?" Jack teases, but Robby is too far gone to reply with anything sharp.

"Want to fill it up," his head drops back, "Keep you so full of us." he fantasizes out loud. Jack's hips rut upwards underneath you. "Make sure everyone knows you're ours." He speeds up his pace. Jack's hand matching.

"You want that?" Jack asks seriously, "Want us to fill you up? Make you ours?" He tilts your head where you'd been mindlessly admiring Robby, until his lips could connect to yours,

"Like-" you gasp at a harsh thrust from above, "You want to-" You can't finish the sentence, the pleasure taking away your ability to speak.

"Yeah," Robby slows down, "want to breed you, baby."

You can't say anything, as the orgasm you'd been chasing crashes down all at once. You suck Robby's cock further into you. A cacophony of mewls and yesses echo out.

"Please Robby!" you beg, "Please, I need it."

"You want Robby to cum inside you? Hmm?" Jack pulled your legs up again, watching you ride out your orgasm. Robby follows quickly behind, watching the two of you share intimate breathless kisses under him.

His thrusts become sloppier and sloppier. Jack, taking notice, angles your head to look Robby head on. "Tell him what you want."

"Fill me up, Robby!" You can hardly finish the sentence before he's thrusted onto you completely with a final heave. His balls twitch as they empty rope after rope of cum deep inside you.

Floating away you relax against them until Robby softens enough to pull out and admire his work. Scooping up the white residue that had come pouring out he delicately pushes it back inside.

"So pretty," Jack announced, moving out from under you. He flips you over until he has your hips propped up angled perfectly for his cock.

"Jack?" you ask, turning your head to watch him.

"Gotta fill you up too Baby." He soothes his hands up your spine. "Want to know which one of us is going to make it stick, don't you Rob?"

And if Robby's in the bathroom scrounging for the last few of his little blue pills for the night, who's to say.

All you know is that competitive edge doesn't stop until theirs a gaggle of brunette and ginger babies filling their home.