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I held back for a moment, getting lost in the picture the pair of them painted. Dax’s thick, chestnut color hair creating a fuzzy carpet on his terra cotta skin from feet to chest, in stark contrast to Lazlo’s pale, ivory complexion and smooth, waxed skin.
“I don’t recall hearing a ‘Thank You Mistress’ for letting you out of your restraints.”
The snapping sound of the crop against my palm ricocheted through the quiet room, pulling their focus toward me. Lazlo’s mouth had a damp sheen across his lips that spoke of deep, impassioned kisses. Dax was no better off. I could tell even from my distance to the bed, he was already flying. His dark chocolate eyes could barely hold focus as he stared at me. It didn’t matter what I said in that moment, he wasn’t comprehending much.
“Just for that, I might take care of myself this evening.”
I made a show of digging through the armoire, searching for a dildo and vibrator. If watching the two of them hadn’t created a firestorm of aching need, their wide-eyed concern would have made me giggle. Where a moment ago they’d been wrapped around one another, heated and groaning, they both regarded me with stoic silence.
“Naughty, naughty, boys.” I climbed onto the bed, seating myself at the foot, bent at the knee and spread open so they could see the show.
“Mistress,” Dax whispered, an entreaty from where he lay.
“Ah, ah.” I shook a finger in his direction. He wouldn’t actually move from where he was. He knew better. They really were the best boys. “I let you out of your restraints. Allowed you two to play to your heart's content, and I don’t even get a thank you?”
“Mr. Big” was my favorite dildo. Easily ten inches, I actually had to struggle to get him all in. The boys went crazy every time I used it.
“Mistress, we are so grateful.” Lazlo moved up to his knees, balancing on the palm of his hands. “We didn’t mean to upset you.”
His voice held an air of wonder, full of whispered awe. I watched as his tongue ran the length of his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbed a few times as he swallowed. Dax’s eyes were on Lazlo as well, though he landed much lower toward the weeping cock that drew pearlescent patterns on the sheets.
“Sweet Lazlo, it’s too late for apologies.”
I took my time inserting the dildo. Playing with the lips of my pussy, teasing the cockhead around my hole, fucking it against my clit before repeating the cycle. Them watching me was the headiest aphrodisiac. Prior to finding them, I’d never explored this kind of voyeuristic self-pleasure.
“Mistress,” Dax’s voice broke through the sensual fog I created by my masturbation. “Please let us tend to you.
“We could do such a better job than that hunk of plastic.” Lazlo chimed in, pumping his cock in time with me, thrusting the dildo in. “Please let us show you.”
Desire had colored his normally pale skin with strawberry spots across his chest and up his neck. After the cock and ball torture, I knew he would only last a few pumps before blowing, but his best orgasms were when he held one or both of us and came. My sweet little Demi.
“Do you want Dax in your ass, sweet one? While you show your mistress what a great job you’ll do?”
At the mention of his name, Dax took his cock in hand, pumping with determination.
“Whatever will please you,” he cast his eyes down toward the mattress, where the puddle of pre-cum broadcast his desires.
“Dax, will this pleasure you, my pet?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, very much.” Dax was already rolling on his condom. The lube sat next to his knee.
“I’m so pleased that you wanted to be so expedient for us.”
He pulled a smirk from me. Such the eager one he was. At least he looked contrite. Dax opened the second condom and rolled it over Lazlo’s throbbing and weeping cock. I’d taken their cock torture earlier, too far. I should have pulled back before I had. The poor dears would not last long at all. While they prepared themselves, I flicked at my own swollen bud, bringing myself to the brink so Lazlo would have his reward. If he came before I did, the poor dear would beat himself up for weeks.
“Lazlo, your mistress needs tending to. No need to dawdle.”
3
Amembership at Club Sin had been the best decision I’d ever made. It had filled in the broken I thought would never heal. Finding Margaux and Dax, I felt as if I’d won the lottery.
“Lazlo, your mistress needs tending to. Don’t dawdle.”
Margaux’s fingers manipulated the clit I wanted desperately to taste. She’d taken me to a precarious edge. No matter how desperately I wanted to pull back, I knew I was too far gone to hold back. Eating her mercilessly would have to wait until next time.
Dax took his sweet time rolling on my condom. He knew how close I already was to coming, yet he extended his pinky to tickle my balls while rolling the last few inches of latex down my sensitized shaft. I’d hold my tongue in the scene, and he knew it. Once we were in the showers? He’d be in big trouble. The trouble he loved.
Margaux speared herself with Mr. Big, squirming to get the last few inches of him inside her. The thin skin of her cunt gaped around it as it stretched to accommodate the girth of that hunk of plastic. Out of patience, I swatted away Dax’s hand and lunged for the dildo. There were few moments when Margaux let her guard down. I capitalized on her own blinding need to momentarily sit in the driver’s seat.
