The Arrangement #2
With Paris Berelc
Written by TheLW
Codes: MMMF, Anal, Blowjob
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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The living room smelled like weed, whiskey, and anticipation by the time Jake and Tyler showed up Saturday night. Nick had kept it casual, jeans, hoodies, a case of beer on the coffee table, but the air crackled the second Paris walked in from the hallway.
She’d dressed for destruction, a tiny black lace thong barely visible under a cropped tank that clung to her tits, no bra, nipples already hard against the fabric. Her hair was loose, wild from earlier teasing, and that damn butterfly necklace still dangled between her cleavage like a taunt. She carried a fresh bottle of lube in one hand, tossing it onto the couch like it was popcorn.
“Boys,” she said, voice low and smoky, scanning them with a devilish grin. “Nick said you two might need some... entertainment.”
Jake, tall, broad-shouldered, the gym going type, let out a low whistle, eyes raking over her. “Holy shit, man. You weren’t kidding.”
Tyler, leaner, tattooed arms, smirked and cracked open a beer. “We’re ready whenever you are, princess.”
Paris laughed, throaty and genuine. “Princess? Cute. But let’s drop the nicknames. I want to hear you call me a slut when you’re balls-deep. Deal?”
Paris sauntered forward, hips swaying, then dropped smoothly to her knees on the thick area rug in front of the couch, right between where Jake and Tyler had settled on either end. Nick stayed seated in the armchair across from them, legs spread, remote already in his hand. The vibrating plug she’d worn all afternoon was still buried deep in her ass, set to a low, teasing pulse.
She looked up at them, lashes low, lips parted.
“Strip me,” she said simply. “Or are you just gonna sit there with your dicks hard and do nothing about it?”
Jake moved first. He reached down, hooked fingers under the hem of her tank, and peeled it up slowly. Her tits coming free, nipples dark and stiff. He grabbed one roughly, thumb flicking the peak, Paris arched into it with a soft moan.
Tyler went for the thong. He dragged it down her thighs inch by inch, making her lift one knee, then the other. When it cleared her ankles he tossed it aside. She was bare now except for the heels and the necklace. A thin trail of wetness already glistened on her inner thighs.
Paris reached up without hesitation. She palmed Jake through his jeans first, feeling the thick ridge of him, then Tyler, stroking both outlines at once.
“Fuck, you’re both rock-hard already,” she murmured, voice dripping approval. “Good boys. I like that.” She glanced sideways at Nick. “You gonna sit there and watch me get them ready, or are you planning on joining?”
Nick thumbed the remote up one setting. The plug buzzed harder inside her.
Paris gasped, thighs clenching, a visible shiver running up her spine. “Motherfucker,” she hissed, but her smile was pure filth. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna soak the rug before anyone’s even touched my pussy.”
She didn’t wait for permission. She unzipped Jake’s fly, tugged his jeans and boxers down just enough to free him. His cock sprang out, thick enough that her fingers didn’t quite meet around the base. She licked her lips, then leaned in and took the head into her mouth without teasing. One long, slow suck, tongue swirling the underside, then deeper, halfway down in the first pass.
Jake groaned, head tipping back. “Shit...”
Paris moaned around him. At the same time her left hand wrapped around Tyler’s shaft, she’d already freed him too, stroking him in long, firm pulls while she worked Jake with her mouth.
Tyler threaded fingers into her hair. “Look at her. Fucking eager.”
She popped off Jake with a gasp, spit stringing from her lower lip to his glistening tip. “Eager? Baby, I’m fucking starving.” She turned her head, took Tyler into her mouth next, slower this time, savoring. She hollowed her cheeks, bobbed shallow, then pushed deeper until her nose brushed his trimmed hair. She held him there, throat fluttering, eyes watering slightly, then pulled back with a filthy slurp.
“You like watching me choke on your friends’ cocks, Nick?” she rasped, voice wrecked already. She stroked both of them at once, spit-slick hands gliding. “Because I love it. I love being your little slut tonight.”
Nick cranked the remote again, two notches higher. Paris’s whole body jerked, a sharp cry escaping her. Her hips rolled involuntarily, ass clenching around the buzzing plug.
“Fuck, yes, keep it there,” she begged. “Make me shake while I suck them off.”
Paris dove back onto Jake, taking him deeper this time, gagging wetly when he hit the back of her throat but refusing to pull off. She forced another inch, nose pressed to his pelvis, throat convulsing around him. Spit dripped down her chin, onto her tits. She pulled back gasping, then immediately switched to Tyler, swallowing him down with the same greedy determination.
Back and forth she went, worshipping both cocks with her mouth while her hands kept the other one stroked. The room filled with wet sucking sounds, low groans, her muffled moans.
After several minutes of this, her jaw aching, lips swollen, she pulled off both, panting hard.
“Enough warm-up,” she said, voice hoarse. “I need to be stuffed. All holes. Airtight. Now.”
They didn’t argue.
Jake stretched out on his back on the rug, thick cock standing straight up. Paris straddled him in the cowgirl position, facing Nick and Tyler. She gripped Jake’s shaft, lined it up with her dripping pussy, and sank down slowly, agonizingly slowly, letting every inch stretch her open.
“Ohhh fuck,” she moaned, head falling back. “So thick... splitting my pussy open... yes, just like that.”
She bottomed out, hips flush against his, and rolled them in a slow circle, grinding her clit against his base. Jake’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks.
Nick stood, took his clothes off quickly. He knelt behind her, gripped the base of the plug, and tugged it free with a pop. Paris whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He squirted more lube directly onto her asshole, cool and slick, then pressed the fat head of his cock against it.
“Look at me,” Nick ordered.
Paris twisted her upper body, locking eyes with him over her shoulder. “Fuck my ass, Nick. Stretch me wide. I want to feel both of you wrecking me while I choke on Tyler’s dick.”
He pushed in, letting her adjust, then deeper, until his hips met her ass. Paris’s mouth fell open with a moan, body trembling as the double penetration settled in. She felt impossibly full, every nerve lit up, pressure building behind her eyes.
“God, yes, fuck, I’m so stuffed,” she gasped. “Move. Please. Fuck me like you hate me.”
They started slow, testing, Jake thrusting up into her pussy while Nick pulled almost all the way out of her ass, then drove back in. Counter-rhythm at first, then syncing up, pounding into her together. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds echoing in the room.
Tyler stepped forward, fisting his cock. Paris opened her mouth eagerly. He fed it past her lips, and she took him dee, gagging almost immediately but pushing forward anyway. Her throat bulged visibly with each thrust.
“Mmmph, fuck my face, Tyler,” she choked out around him when he gave her a second to breathe. “Use my throat like a cunt. Choke me with it. Make me drool all over your balls.”
Tyler did. He gripped her hair with both hands and fucked her mouth in short, sharp thrusts, balls slapping her chin, spit bubbling at the corners of her stretched lips. She gagged, eyes streaming, but never pulled away. Instead she pushed back to meet him, nose grinding against him, on every deep plunge.
Between her legs, Jake and Nick picked up speed. Jake’s thick cock dragged against her front wall with every upstroke, hitting her G-spot relentlessly. Nick’s thrusts were deeper, harder, reaming her ass open, the lube squelching loudly.
Paris’s dirty talk came in broken, desperate bursts whenever Tyler let her breathe.
“Harder, fuck, pound my holes, make me your airtight slut, yes, stretch me, don’t stop.”
She came without warning, body locking, pussy clamping down on Jake like a fist, ass spasming wildly around Nick. A muffled scream vibrated around Tyler’s cock. Her whole frame shook, juices gushed down Jake’s shaft, soaking his balls.
The contractions milked them both. Jake groaned, hips bucking up hard as he unloaded deep in her pussy, hot, thick spurts painting her vaginal walls. Nick followed seconds later, grinding flush and flooding her ass, groaning her name low and rough.
Tyler pulled out at the edge, fisting himself furiously. Paris opened her mouth wide, tongue out. He came hard, ropes and ropes splashing across her tongue, her cheeks, dripping down her chin onto her bouncing tits. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips with a filthy grin.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting, sweat-slick, the room reeking of sex. Nick eased out slowly, a thick trickle of cum leaked from her gaping ass. Jake slipped free next, more cum oozing from her swollen pussy.
Paris collapsed forward onto Jake’s chest, breathing ragged, body trembling with aftershocks. Tyler wiped a streak of cum from her cheek and fed it back into her mouth, she sucked his thumb clean with a contented hum.
After a minute she lifted her head, hair plastered to her face, makeup ruined, eyes bright.
“Day twenty-two,” she rasped, voice wrecked. “And that was just round one.”
Nick laughed darkly, still catching his breath. “Told you she’s insatiable.”
Paris pushed herself up on shaky arms, cum dripping down her thighs. She looked at each of them in turn.
“Who’s ready for round two? Because I want more. I want you to flip me, bend me, use every hole again. I want to be dripping from all three of you by the time the sun comes up.”
Jake grinned, already hardening again. “Fuck yeah.”
Tyler stroked himself. “What position do you want next, slut?”
Paris bit her lip, eyes gleaming. “On my back. Legs spread. One in my pussy, one in my ass, one down my throat. And don’t hold back. I want to feel ruined.”
They rearranged without hesitation.
Nick lay on his back this time. Paris straddled him facing forward, sinking down onto his cock with a long moan, her pussy still slick with Jake’s cum, making the slide easy and obscene. She leaned forward, ass presented. Tyler knelt behind her, slicked himself with some lube, and pushed into her already-stretched ass.
The double penetration felt even tighter this way, Nick’s cock pressing against Tyler’s through the thin wall inside her. Paris cried out, nails digging into Nick’s chest.
“Fuck, yes, so deep, both of you, stretching me so fucking good.”
Jake knelt at her head, cock brushing her lips. She opened wide, took him in, and let him fuck her throat while the other two railed her below.
They found a rhythm, Nick and Tyler alternating thrusts, Jake matching from above. Paris’s body rocked between them, tits bouncing wildly, necklace slapping against her with every impact.
Her dirty talk never stopped, even muffled around Jake’s cock.
“Use me, fuck, wreck my holes, make me your cumdump, don’t stop, pound me, yes, God yes, fuck.”
She came twice more like that, once from the relentless friction on her clit against Nick, again when Tyler reached around and pinched her nipples hard. Each orgasm made her clench, milking them until Tyler groaned and emptied into her ass, Nick following with a guttural curse, flooding her pussy again.
Jake pulled out, aimed, and painted her face and open mouth once more. Paris swallowed greedily, licking every drop she could reach.
She lay there panting, grinning up at the ceiling.
“Still not done,” Paris whispered. “Give me ten minutes... see how much I can take.”
Nick chuckled, brushing hair from her face. “You’re fucking unreal.”
Paris turned her head. “Day twenty-two, baby. Nine more days to go in this arrangement. And I plan to make every single one count.”
The night carried on, round after round, position after position, until the first gray light of dawn crept through the blinds. Paris never once asked them to stop. She begged for more.
And they gave it to her.
To Be Continued