Fucked by Both my Bosses—Sex Addict 8.

Charissa POV

“Yesss!” I screamed. “Right there!”

I bucked my hips against him as he increased his pace.

“Faster...” I moaned, breathing heavily, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Please, go faster.”

He obliged, picking up his pace even more as he thrust into me.

“Do you like that, baby girl?” he whispered between heavy breaths.

I nodded as quickly and eagerly as possible. God, I loved it.

The bed dipped as Mrs. Claremont climbed on top, situating herself beside me. She grabbed hold of my breast, twisting and playing with my nipples.

All I could do was leave my mouth hanging open as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. It was all so overwhelming.

Just when I thought they couldn't possibly give me much more pleasure, the vibrator cock from earlier was placed on my clit and turned on. My mouth fell open as I literally began to convulse on the bed from all the sensations I was getting.

She slowly pushed the vibrator cock inside my hole, and a little cry left my lips as I gripped her hair.

She began to pump it inside me while latching her mouth onto my nipples. She didn't even bother to start slow as she made her movements quick.

At this point, I was completely drunk on pleasure. I writhed on the bed, toes curled. My mind had gone completely blank.

“God, yes, go faster...” I moaned as my body trembled violently. My stomach twisted as my orgasm got closer and closer.

Dante pulled out almost completely before burying himself deep inside me in one swift move again, and that was it.

My orgasm burst through me. I screamed hard, my body convulsing as I squirted on Dante and Mrs. Claremont.

Mrs Claremont stuck her tongue out as my squirt sprinkled on her. She slowly pushed two fingers into my pussy, taking some of my cum and pushing the same fingers into her mouth, licking it clean.

I shuddered with satisfaction at her action.

This was the first time I had squirted in my life and it felt... mind-blowing.

When I was finally done, I collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted and dizzy. Dante wasn't far behind either. He spurted ropes of cum into me, filling me up completely before slowly pulling out.

I closed my eyes, feeling blissful as drowsiness threatened to lure me in, but they weren't done with me yet.

“You aren't planning to go to sleep, little filthy whore, are you?” Mrs. Claremont whispered in my ear, forcing my eyes open as I turned to her.

She was now kneeling on the bed with Dante as they kissed each other passionately.

My eyes flickered to Dante's cock to see he was still completely hard. I swallowed in shock.

How on earth was that even possible?

Without turning to me, Dante slowly began to run his hand up my thigh, stopping on my still-dripping cunt. He slowly massaged it, and my eyes rolled back.

“Come here.” Mrs. Claremont whispered, and I obliged, crawling next to them. “Now, little slut. Dante is going to fuck me, and you're gonna sit on my face while he does, understood?”

I nodded eagerly. The sleep from earlier clearing off instantly.

Mrs. Claremont smirked, lying flat on the bed. Dante positioned himself between her legs while I placed my wet, dripping pussy on her mouth.

She blew air on my swollen clit, and I couldn't help the gasp that rippled through me.

I instinctively grabbed Dante's erect cock, running my hand over it. Dante groaned before slowly removing my hand.

He ran his thumb over his wife's clit, eliciting a small whimper from her before suddenly plunging his cock into her. No warning, nothing.

I heard her moan loudly as her mouth connected with my wet pussy. She lashed her tongue over it, licking up my juice while I writhed above her.

She brought two fingers to my pussy, pumping into my hole, knuckles deep.

“Hmm... Ahh... Fuck, yes!” I threw my head back. Dante's hand flew to my boob, caressing my nipples, and my breath quickened immediately.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, and we all stopped momentarily.

“Who is it?” Dante's deep baritone voice called with authority, causing shivers down my spine.

“It's me, sir, your driver.” My husband's voice sounded through the door. My eyes widened with realization.

“What do you want?”

“Umm... sir, I was wondering if you have seen Charissa?” he asked, and my breath hitched. I immediately shook my head, telling Dante to say no, but he just smirked and leaned closer to me.

“What's wrong, slut? Afraid your husband would catch you getting pleasured by both your bosses?”

My breath caught in my throat, and my stomach twisted.

How did he know he was my husband?

“How did you...?”

“You don't think we're stupid, do you?” Dante arched a brow while Mrs. Claremont palmed my butt. I yelped, grabbing one of her boobs to steady myself, causing her to hiss sharply.

My mouth opened and then closed. I didn't know what to say. My throat had gone completely dry.

“Yes, she is in here,” Dante answered, and my eyes widened.

What game was he playing?

“Is there something you want to tell her? She is pretty busy now, but she can still hear you, so start talking.”

“Umm, okay, sir,” my husband answered.

“Charissa? I wanted to ask if you had spoken to your mother today. She keeps calling me.”

“Answer,” Dante ordered me as he buried himself in his wife's pussy while pinching my nipples.

“Hmm...” I whimpered.

“Y-Yes... umm... no. I mean, I will,” I breathed heavily as I tried to form the words.

Mrs. Claremont pushed four fingers into my slick hole, and I pressed my hand to my mouth to muffle my moans.

“Oh, well, do you want me to help you tell her that?” he asked.

Mrs. Claremont sucked my clit into her mouth, and my entire body trembled.

“Oh, yes...” I cried.

“Huh? Did you say yes?” he asked.

I snapped my head toward the door. I had totally forgotten he was still there.

“Um, yes. I said yes. You can tell her that,” I replied, trying to stabilize my trembling voice.

“Okay.”

He went quiet, and I let out a deep sigh, thinking he was gone.

Mrs. Claremont pushed her tongue into me, and I arched my back, riding her tongue. I was breathing heavily now, my tongue falling out of my open mouth as drool ran down the side of my face.

I was thoroughly debauched at this point.

“Charissa, are you okay?” My husband's voice came through the door, and my breath hitched. I thought he had gone.

Suddenly, Dante pulled out of Mrs. Claremont and grabbed me by my waist, carrying me off Mrs. Claremont's face.

He pushed me onto the bed while Mrs. Claremont situated herself on me, her wet, dripping pussy on my clit.

She slowly began to move, rubbing our pussies together. I moaned loudly, gripped the sheets, and tried to match her movements.

“Rub that pussy on me. Fuck, yes,” I breathed as the sound of our wet clits rubbing against each other filled the room.

Dante stroked his cock as he watched us. I could see the lust still very much obvious in his eyes as he scanned my body.

“Charissa?” My husband's voice came. At this point, I was starting to get irritated by his presence.

“I'm fine. Just go. I will talk to my m-mother—Oh, fuck—l-later,” I told him.

He went silent before I heard footsteps leaving. I sighed, finally relieved. I could now enjoy the moment fully.

My body trembled as my orgasm hit. I rocked my hips violently against Mrs. Claremont, riding through my orgasm while Dante poured his cum all over me.

Once we were all done, Mrs. Claremont collapsed on the bed next to me. Her tongue lapped at Dante's cum on my body while she used two of her fingers to scoop some and push it into my mouth. I sucked greedily on it.

I could feel my pussy starting to drip again, and no matter how much I would have liked to deny it, I couldn't deny the fact that my life could never be the same after all this.

After finding out how much of a sex addict I actually was.

I slowly turned to Dante and grabbed his still semi-hard cock in my palm.

I wanted more.