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They practically creamed in tandem; their fucking language could hardly be told apart as it came from the same deep source.
“Damnnn asshole, fuck me!” Martine’s voice rose on its own.
“Damn, damn, fuuuucck,” Miles bellowed his reply.
Somewhere in he middle of their screams, the two came. Only then did Hector and Tessa sigh with relief; as if they’d held their breath the entire time.
Martine remained pressed against the wall, as Miles’ body held her there. Neither moved for several minutes, until Martine finally found her voice again. “Damn, my back, put me down!” Backing off, Miles
set her on her feet, and they fell into each other’s arms, worn out.
When they finally broke apart, Miles and Martine were suddenly laughing uproariously, as if the whole scene had been a fine joke. Turning to her audience, Martine sported a cunning smile, looking collected—so abruptly cold and stern, like her conniving self again, she gazed triumphantly at her roommate—noting the double dildo with curious fascination.
Finally, Martine approached her, as Miles excused himself to the bathroom.
“So, what have we here?” she purred noxiously. Pulling one of the straps attached to the dildo below, she let go and let it snap back against her skin.
“Good evening Martine,” Tessa said. She was trying to be polite for Miles’ benefit, certainly not her roommate’s. She couldn’t think of anyone she least wanted to see in this garret, let alone fucking her Dom.
“He wears me out, you know?” Martine said tiredly, though she didn’t look exhausted at all.
“I guess so, too bad Hector didn’t record your show.”
“Oh that’s right!” she exclaimed, “you’re making a porno film!” Martine turned to Hector, “And my old friend, how are you?” She stared at the photographer with a broad grin.
“I don’t change much Martine,” Hector replied evenly.
“But, you’re charming as ever.”
“Is that a compliment?” he asked.
“Of course, dahling.”
“I never know with you,” Hector replied. “So what keeps you busy, beside screwing the boss? Any more movies?”
“Not for a couple of years, not since the little tramp and I have been together.” She turned to Tessa. “You did know that I did some porn of my own a few years ago?”
“No, I didn’t know that,” Tessa said. She couldn’t mask the sarcasm in her voice. The scene minutes ago had raised her hackles as well as her sexual heat. Tessa would have given anything to have been in Martine’s place against the wall.
“Hector here did quite a job,” she said, joining the photographer at the camera, fondling his groin. “Damn, you’re hard down here, did we make you that hot?”
“I suppose, but then, Tessa already had me hard before you showed up.”
This was not a pleasant reunion—so Tessa guessed. No doubt, her roommate had used her typical ball busting tactics and he’d gotten pissed—no man could put up with her for long.
“Can I help you out?” Martine ran her hands along Hector’s pants. “Tessa hasn’t taken very good care of you.” She laughed. “But then, how could she, all locked up?”
“You like her bondage?” Miles asked. He’d returned to the room, listening to the strained babble between his house guests.
“I think it’s lovely, wish I’d thought of it.” Martine pulled away from Hector and focused her attention on Tessa. Returning to the bed, she pulled at Tessa’s straps again—just hard enough for the leather to cut into the sensitive creases of her flesh, constricting the already tight bonds even more. She tried twisting the leather in her hand.
“Stop it! Damn you!” Tessa seethed.
Miles whipped around, glaring at his insubordinate submissive.
“What was that?” he asked.
“The bitch is cutting me!” Tessa cried.
