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“Yes sir,” I mewl.
“Excellent. Now, stand up and dance for us. You know what I want to see.”
“Yes sir,” I murmur before rising unsteadily to my feet. A soft jazz is being piped into the room and the truth is that I don’t want to dance for Vladimir Sim. That man is disgusting, not to mention a criminal, and would never be admitted to Club Z. But I want to do this for the man I love, so I focus on Ben’s face and smile tremulously. His blue eyes give me courage, and I stand before rubbing my palms up and down my body, sensuously emphasizing my curves. My fingers grip my narrow waist before sliding over my big bottom to grasp the hem of my dress. Then I pull it up, baring the sweet vee of my pussy to the men, before sliding the material up even more until the lower curves of my breasts are revealed.
“Unnngh,” Vladimir growls from his chair. “Fucking sexy!” The words make my skin crawl, but I make myself smile slightly, still only looking at Ben. Then I pull the lace material up even higher, exposing my breasts and then pulling it free entirely and slipping it over my head. The fabric is discarded on the ground, and now I’m totally nude before the two men, save for my stilettos. I sway back and forth, and then do a three sixty, giving them a full view of my lush assets.
“Good pet,” Ben rasps in a dark voice, his blue eyes glittering. “But we want more, baby girl. Here, use this.” A gleam of silver flashes in his hand and I gasp because it’s a flute! Where did he get that? But he nods once, never dropping my gaze. “Now play the flute for Mr. Sim the way you play for me.”
Oh shit. I don’t want to do this, but at the same time, I’m also turned on. With a trembling hand, I take the flute from Ben and suck in a deep breath. Then, I bring the flute to my lips, letting flow a sweet melody.
But after a few seconds, Ben shakes his head.
“No sweetheart. The way you play for me. Not like when you’re alone.”
I know what he wants. I lower the flute and slowly make my way to a loveseat with thick padded cushions. Then I lie back, spreading my legs, and gently drag the instrument up my torso and between my breasts. With the cold tip of the flute, I circle my nipples until they’re hard peaks, swollen and bright pink. I can hear grunting coming from the chair next to Ben’s, but I refuse to look at our disgusting host. Instead, I focus on my breathing, and stare into my lover’s eyes.
“More,” he commands in a soft voice. “You know what I want.”
I nod and spread my legs further before bringing the flute down to my pussy and circling my clit with the cold metal. A hot rush of sensation jolts through my most sensitive part, and I let out a low moan.
“Keep going,” my man commands, his blue eyes fierce. “Do it.”
With that, I have no choice but to obey. I pull my legs up, resting my heels on the edge of the couch cushions so that my pussy is fully exposed and slowly press the metal implement against my sweetest hole. Against all odds, I’m already dripping with nectar, and I throw my head back as the penetration begins. The gleaming instrument slides inside as Vladimir moans and grunts like a pig, but I ignore him. I merely focus on the man I love watching me, as well as the heavenly sensations coursing through my body.
Finally, I have about ten inches buried inside, and I fully expect Ben to command me to start pounding myself with it. But instead, he’s got a crafty look to his eye.
“Good. Now that you’ve got the flute all lubed up, pull it out and bang your ass with it.”
I gasp, my mouth flying open. Oh god, can this be true? Does he really want me to do this in front of this terrifying Sim brother? But sure enough, Ben knows his role because he turns to Vladimir with a smirk on those handsome features.
“You’re about to see why I paid top dollar for this one,” he rasps. “She’s been worth every penny too.”
Oh no, oh no. It really is going to happen. Slowly, I pull the flute from my swollen folds, the silver metal dripping with honey. Then, I maneuver around so that I’m kneeling on the couch, my bottom facing the men and reach down the place the flute right at my tight anal pleats.
“Yes, baby,” Ben growls. “Sit down on it with your ass. Show us how you take it.”
Gasping, I know I have no choice but to obey.
