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A buzzing sound gives me goose bumps. In his hands, Eric’s holding the lipstick-shaped vibrator I keep in my purse. When did he get it out? Then he shows me the butt plug with the pink crystal and the lube.
“Now you’re going to go to Dexter,” he says, handing me the plug and the lube. “And you’re going to ask him to put that plug in your pretty little ass, and then you’ll come back over to me.”
I take what he gives me and do as he asks. Naked and wearing only my boots, I walk toward a flushed Dexter. I hand him the plug and the lube. I see he’s looking at my mound again. My tattoo must turn him on.
“I want to touch it. It looks so cool ...”
I walk up to him, and he rubs his hand longingly over it while he devours it with his eyes. I turn around, bend my ass in front of him, and, without saying a word, I hear him open the lube. Seconds later, I feel pressure on my asshole until the butt plug is inside me.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
When I stand up, Dexter holds me by the hips and moves the plug gently inside me.
“Your tattoo is going to make me ask you a thousand things; don’t forget.”
I return to Eric and sit on top of him.
“Offer her to me, Eric,” Dexter murmurs, his voice hoarse.
My Iceman passes his arms under my legs and parts them. My wet vagina is open and throbbing in front of Dexter’s face. The man is breathing heavily; he can’t take his eyes off me.
I’m also panting. I’m so turned on and on the edge of an orgasm. I gasp and move my hips, searching for something, for someone, and it is my own finger that finally passes over my dripping sex. With no shame, I slide it into my vagina myself while Eric encourages me to keep going with the game. I know Dexter’s enjoying it. I see it on his face. I am open and exposed, just the way he wants. He pulls out my finger to put in one of the dildos.
I gasp as Dexter slides it quickly in and out of me. But I want more. I need more, and when, along with the dildo, he places the vibrator on my swollen clit like a master, he makes me scream. While Eric holds down my legs, Dexter expertly moves the vibrator up and down over the exact point of my pleasure as if each strike were made with a whip. I convulse, crying out.
“Goddess ... come right now for us.”
“Yes ... ,” I scream.
He touches my swollen clit with his finger, and I shriek. I’m incredibly wet, and, surprising myself in the moment, I tell him, “Dexter ... please suck my clit.”
My plea compels him. Eric moves forward to make it easier for his friend who, seconds later, places his mouth over my wetness. Driven crazy, I move frantically over his mouth. Dexter sucks, licks, circles around, and stimulates my vulva until he reaches my clit. When he touches it, I gasp. When he sucks on it with his lips, I moan. He drives me crazy, and I come in his mouth.
“You’re exquisite,” he says.
I’m exhausted, but Eric grabs me forcefully, puts me on all fours on the bed, and, abruptly and with no words, penetrates me.
He thrusts inside me while I open to him willingly. He pushes deep a thousand times as he grabs me by the waist and slaps me on the ass. I scream from the pleasure of it. He grabs my hair, pulls it back, and hisses.
“Arch your hips.”
I do as he asks.
“More,” he demands.
I feel like a mare being ridden while Eric slams me again and again in front of Dexter’s watchful eyes. Suddenly, he stops, pulls out the butt plug, and pushes his dick into my ass. I fall on the bed and gasp, grabbing onto the sheets. It’s harder without lube—it hurts—but I like the pain. He incites me to ask for more. Eric squeezes me against him and slaps me again.
“Fuck me, Jude ... Fuck me.”
I fuck him. His thrusts are devastating. Burning. I push back against him again and again until Eric holds me by the waist and pummels into me so hard that he makes me scream while an overwhelming orgasm drives us both over the top.
We collapse on the bed as Dexter watches us from his chair. He clearly likes what he sees. Eric suggests we take a shower.
“Everything all right, baby?” he asks when he and I are finally alone.
“Yes.”
I love how he fusses over me when it’s the two of us. The water slides over our bodies, and it feels good. I ask Eric why Dexter is in a wheelchair. He tells me it was because of a paragliding accident. That makes me sad. He’s so young ... But Eric, demanding once more, kisses me. He doesn’t want to talk about that, and he drags me back to reality when he pushes the plug into my ass again. When we get out of the bathroom, Dexter is still where we left him, with the vibrator in his hand. He’s smelling it.