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“Dax, clean this for your Mistress…” I took my time removing the dildo, twisting, and turning it as I pulled it out. “… with your tongue.”
Margaux eyes flew open at the request, the surprise skittering across her face, doubling the moment I shoved into her. I bit my lip against the rush of pleasure. I wanted to rut. My cock spurred me to use her as a vessel for pleasure and only push and thrust for my satisfaction. It stood sentry in a battle against the rest of my body that wanted to slow down and relish joining with Margaux. To share this pleasure with her, as the last act in our dance, with domination.
“Mistress.” I folded my body at the hips, rutting into her while burying my face in her sweet-smelling hair. “Does this please you?”
“Mm, Lazlo.”
She drew out the “o” in my name with a soft keen. The way she said my name was like fingernails tickling up my spine. The satisfaction I felt hearing her take pleasure in my cock filling her was indescribable.
“So much.” She continued, rising her hips to meet mine. “You’re always such a good boy.”
The snaps of the teddy she wore abraded my groin. Margaux had very strict rules about her lingerie remaining in place. What I wouldn’t give to feel her hot, sweaty skin sliding against mine.
I felt the bed shift as Dax positioned himself behind me. The first taste of anticipation sent my muscles rippling. When at home, I would use dildos during masturbation, but none matched the girth of Dax. The bite of his stretch coupled with the warm wet of Margaux had me gritting my teeth against the overwhelming sensation of being sandwiched between the two people who I held most dear.
Dax won the last few inches past the stubborn ring of my ass, wrapping his arms around my hips as he slowly retreated, only to push back in.
“Don’t move,” Dax murmurs into my ear, as he wet the pair of us where we joined with another thick application of lube, “give me a minute to get you better lubed. I wouldn’t want you to tear.”
His wet lips landed first behind my ear, down my neck, eventually finding purchase on the meat of my shoulder, where he showed me with his teeth just how good it felt to retreat and push back in.
“Lazlo,” he keened, his hands following the ridges of my hips on either side and cupping me around my cock.
“My little puppy,” Margaux praised, pushing against the additional pair of hands, positioned in such a way that her clit got some attention from Dax’s fingers. “You always bring us all together, don’t you, Dax?”
Soon the three of us found words too much of a chore, and our coupling reduced us to groans, moans, and cries of pleasure. Dax’s fingers eventually moved from around my cock to Margaux’s clit, manipulating that little bundle mercilessly. I knew why. Both of us were close to blowing and neither of us wanted to fail her. Our beloved Mistress. The one who led us into the deepest forest of our basest needs and showed us the path to transcendence.
Margaux flipped from passive sex to actively fucking herself on my cock, bouncing and grinding against it.
“Dax, harder puppy. I’m almost there.”
While focused his attention on bringing her to the brink with his fingers, I thrust to meet her at every upward motion. The first telltale ripples of her pussy tickled against me, and I too became mindless to everything but finding the finish line. I bore down, see-sawing between my fucking into Margaux, and onto Dax. It was heaven. The exact place I wanted to be and never leave.
Three pumps and Margaux sailed, her nails digging into my forearms as the force of her orgasm took her. Her insides clamped down on my cock so hard it held me firmly in place, pulsing with such strength I thought it was a fist milking me. Her Kegels ripped the orgasm from me, blinding me with such overwhelming ecstasy I was powerless to do anything but shout my pleasure into the void.
“Fuck.” Dax grunts behind me, his arms bearing down on my shoulders to hold me in place while he pistoned into me. “I can’t be gentle, Lazlo.” He sounded panicked. As if I’d be angry with him for pile-driving into me.
I was past the point of caring what hurt. Into hyperspace I flew, so drunk on endorphins and dopamine that pain couldn’t reach me. The vicious slap of Dax’s balls against my ass barely registered. The telltale thickening of his cock as he prepared to shoot into my ass thrilled me, knowing Mistress and I already existed in the space where he aimed to join.
“I love this.” He whispered against my ear, "I can't get enough of you. I want us to fuck like this forever.”
With that, I felt the heat of Dax’s orgasm pulse into my ass. Maybe one day, I could actually feel it. The wet heat of cum without the barrier of a condom, filling me. Knowing it was Dax who laid claim in both spoken words and action.
“Mm, my pets.”
We’d collapsed into a heap on the bed. My muscles still twitched with the remnants of my orgasm, and a coherent thought still escaped me. Besides, it was Dax’s turn to clean up.
Mindless need and endless pleasure. It was the only way I could describe my experiences in Room 20 with Dax and Margaux. Where Margaux twisted, Dax pulled, and the dichotomy continued to be the most delicious torture. However, as sexually satisfying as our couplings were, I wanted more.
“Mistress?” I asked, slowly surfacing back to reality. “Would you ever consider allowing me to take you out for dinner?”
“Dinner?” she asked, turning to face me. “You mean, like a date?”
I could get lost in her features. Her honey-colored hair poked every which way, the sleek pony tail she’d sported when we entered Room 20, was long gone. She wore a deep wine-colored lipstick across the expanse of her thin, heart-shaped lips.
“Exactly like a date.” I pressed. “We’ve been meeting like this for nearly a year. Don’t you want more? Wouldn’t you like to know more about who I am, as a person?”
Her skin felt like silk. Despite the sweat we were all covered in, she remained satin soft. I wanted to touch her endlessly. To run my fingers all over her body, exploring for hours.
