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“Actually, Eric,” says Björn, “let’s go to my office for a moment. Since you’re here, why don’t you sign the documents we talked about the other day?”
Without speaking, we follow him to a very nice office. For a few minutes, they both look over some papers while I spend my time checking out the surroundings. They’re calm. I’m not. I can’t stop thinking about what’s to come. As I watch them, I’m getting hot. The tassels make my nipples hard while I listen to them talk. I want them to possess me. They turn me on in a way that sets all my senses on edge. Finally, I can’t stand it anymore. I go up to Eric, take the papers from his hand, and, with an audacity I never thought I could pull off, I kiss him.
I bite his mouth with such longing, and Eric responds immediately. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Björn looking at us. He doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t try to come close. He only looks while Eric, who has already taken the reins of the situation, runs his hands up my ass, pulling my dress up.
When he separates his lips from mine, I’m conscious of what I’ve awakened in him, and I whisper, ecstatic, ready for everything, “Undress me. Play with me.” Eric gazes at me, and I whisper into his mouth, “Offer me.”
His mouth closes over mine, and I feel his hands on the zipper of my dress. Oh yeah. He lowers the zipper and then squeezes my buttocks.
Without a word, he takes off my dress, which falls at my feet. I’m not wearing a bra, and my tassels are exposed to him and his friend.
Björn keeps still. He watches while Eric sits me on the office desk, dressed only in a black thong and the tassels.
He opens my legs and kisses me. He guides his erection to my sex and squeezes it.
I lie back on the desk while Eric bends to nibble around the tassels. His mouth goes down to my mound; after much kissing, he’s crazed and grabs my thong and rips it.
Without further ado, he looks over at his friend and gives him some sort of signal. Offering me.
Björn steps up, and they both stare at me. I’m prey. I’m lying naked on the desk, wearing the tassels and a broken thong. Björn smiles, and, after I let his scorching gaze roam all over my body, he pulls on the broken thong.
“Exciting,” he murmurs.
Exposed and eager to be the object of their madness, I raise my feet to the desk, push myself up, and get comfortable. I bring one of my fingers to my mouth. I suck it, and, before the men to whom I am offering myself without any decorum, I insert it into my wet vagina. They breathe harder, and I masturbate for them.
Their eyes are eating me up. Their bodies want to possess me, and I’m desperate for them to do so. I dare them with my movements.
“Jude, are you carrying—?” Eric asks.
“Yes.” I cut him off before he can finish his sentence.
Eric opens my bag and plucks out my lipstick-shaped vibrator. He’s surprised to see I also brought the anal ring.
“Turn around and get on all fours on the desk.”
My master has asked me to do something, and I gladly obey. Björn slaps my butt, and then squeezes it with his hands while Eric puts the ring in my mouth to lubricate it with my saliva. Once Eric takes the ring from my mouth, he opens my legs and places the jewel in my anus. It slips right in. I pant. The way he’s turning it is producing a wonderful sensation as they touch me.
Curious, I look back and see both of them staring at my ass while their eager hands explore my thighs and vagina.
“Jude,” Eric says, “get in the position you were in before.”
I lie on the desk again while I feel the jewel inside me. Once I am on my back again, Eric opens my legs, exposing me to both of them; he kisses the center of my desire. I’m burning up. His tongue, demanding and hard, touches my clitoris, and I jump. “Don’t close your legs,” Björn says. I hold tight to the desk and do what he asks while Eric grabs me by the hips and fits me to his mouth. I groan and notice Björn takes off his pants and puts on a condom. Suddenly, Eric stops and hands Björn the little lipstick-shaped vibrator. Björn takes his place. Eric stands next to me, smooths my hair back, and smiles. He pampers me and kisses me. Björn gets the message and turns on the vibrator. Eric murmurs, “We’ll play with you, and then we’ll fuck you however you wish.”
Björn’s hands run down my legs. He sits between them and first slides one of his fingers through my wet labia, then two, opening them to expose my already swollen clitoris. He brings the vibrator up to it, and I scream and writhe. That direct contact makes me crazy.
“Don’t close your legs, beautiful,” Björn insists.
Eric kisses me. He puts one of his hands on my abdomen so I can’t move, while Björn quickens the vibrator against my clitoris and I scream again. This is devastating. Tremendous. I’m going to explode. I can’t stand it. But yes ... my body accepts the jolts of joy all this causes. When I come, Björn penetrates me, and Eric slips his tongue into my mouth.
“Yes ... like that,” says Björn.
I’m burning up. Scorching.
Completely surrendered to them, to whatever they ask of me, I let go and enjoy while my Iceman makes love to me with his mouth and Björn thrusts in and out of me again and again.
I’d never imagined something like this could please me so much.
I’d never imagined I would initiate such a carnal game, but I offered myself to them and looked forward to them doing whatever they wanted with me. I’m theirs. I like the feeling, and I crave more.