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“Don’t let him come too soon,” Brandon said, trailing long fingers up the backs of my thighs.

I pulled back from my ministrations, leaving Slade gasping, and looked over my shoulder.

Brandon just smiled, intently watching his fingers slide over my flesh, gentle enough to make me want it harder, almost tickling.

His hands flattened over my buttocks, running his thumbs down the edges of my cunt without actually touching anything that begged to be stroked.

Finally, he met my gaze. “If you go slowly, he can come in your mouth right at the moment you come with me inside you.” My eyes swivelled back to Slade, and I looked down at his twitching dick.

“Don’t come before I tell you to,” I said.

“Well, don’t fucking deep throat me. Do it all you like after this night, just not now.”

“I’ll do as I please,” I said and then ran my tongue up his length.

Brandon’s hands began to move again. His fingers rewrote my flesh in a crisscross of pleasurable strokes, gentle and not too demanding in themselves, but the lack of contact with my throbbing core only made me pay more attention to what he was doing.

Over time, a fingertip ran up the inside of my thigh, moving higher and higher, only to veer off and land on my butt, which had me cursing.

My clit throbbed, even though he wouldn’t touch the bloody thing.

It was amping up my pleasure, even as I fought the urge to snap orders at him.

I bent my head and applied myself to my other task.

Wanting to savour his flesh now, I ran my tongue up and down Slade’s length, swirling and sweeping, much like Brandon’s strokes.

He bucked his hips, trying to force it back into my mouth, but I pulled away, not resuming until he was flat against the ground.

“I’m starting to wish I took the other end…

oh!” I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and sucked, hard.

“Oh…oh…oh…” he began to pant. A sharp pinch on my butt cheek had me pulling away with a snarl.

“Don’t let him come too soon. All you have to do is keep him worked up until I’ve finished working you up.”

“Get on with it then!” I said.

“Why?” Brandon said with a smile. “This gets you hotter, will make you come harder. When I touch your clit…” My hips jerked as one of his fingers lightly grazed it. “…You feel it much more intensely. Do that to him, make him desperate, make him beg for it. You’re the queen, bring him to his knees.”

His words felt right, so I turned back to Slade and saw his eyes go wide as I dropped my head down to his groin.

Brandon began his light trailing caresses again, this time up my inner thigh.

He started at my knees and then drew long circles from there to my lower thigh, then again slightly higher, and again.

My cunt clenched in anticipation of those fingers splitting me open and touching me where I wanted to be touched, but he stopped mid upward stroke and said, “Touch him.” Growling at being ordered around, I moved because I wanted those fingers in me, now.

I stuck out my tongue and heard Slade hiss as I trailed the point of it up the throbbing vein that ran the length of his dick.

His sound of pained pleasure was music to my ears.

I traced the skin under the head, flicked it over the opening, collecting the weeping salty fluid there.

“Princess, please…” Slade gasped, and I smiled.

“That’s right,” Brandon said, and I was rewarded by his hand trailing along my seam.

I laid my head against Slade’s hip and groaned.

My skin had come alive, the hardness of his fingers against my slipperiness caught my whole attention.

My legs widened instinctively, wanting to open myself to him, catch them in the mouth of my cunt and have them…

“You stop, I stop,” Brandon said.

“It occurs to me that I don’t necessarily need you at all,” I said, getting up on my knees and turning to him.

I shifted until my body was over Slade’s, and then spread my legs and moved until my cunt was above his hard dick.

His hands wrapped around my hips, and he held me as I worked the head against me, slowly shifting so he began to move inside.

I closed my eyes, half in pleasure, half to mock my disobedient servant.

“Oh, yes…” I gasped and rolled my head. I’d intended it to be more play, but the angle, the position was shoving against that place that always seemed to ache deep in me.

“Mmm…” I arched my back, which only increased my pleasure.

I snapped my hips and Slade’s fingers dug even deeper.

I felt the tremors in his broad forearms. Dimly, I heard Brandon shuffle, but I focused on the task at hand, much more pleasurable, and then I gasped, eyes open wide.

Brandon had moved between my legs and buried his head into my cunt.

He looked up at me, frozen in motion, and then his lips closed around my clit.

“You’re gonna have to stay still for this, princess,” Slade grated, lowering my hips and then pushing himself up into me.

My eyes rolled closed as the two of them got to work.

The contrast of the silky soft caresses of Brandon’s tongue and his suckling mouth, and Slade’s rigid thrusts sent me limp, and I fought to keep myself upright.

I felt at sea, tossed around by forces larger than me, my pleasure pulled from me rather than as a result of my own actions.

This rankled me a little, but the dual sensations…

I chose to surrender for this moment, they worked to maximise my pleasure.

I could knock them back into line afterwards.

Brandon’s lips became more demanding, sucking hard on my most sensitive spot, almost pulling the flesh from my bone and wringing intense sensations this side of pain and pleasure. The muscles in me grew tight and tense.

“Get her there,” Slade snapped. “Can’t…much longer.

” Brandon’s mouth grew hungry, and Slade shifted his angle slightly and…

Oh, fuck! That aching spot deep inside swelled in response, plumping out under the hard thrusting attention.

I felt the prickle of orgasm, little pinpricks of pleasure all starting to fire at once, and then…

Slade rolled into me as my body twitched and pulsed, cutting through my response until he finally slammed in as far as he could go, jerking and spasming against me.

I slid off Slade, legs trembling, and then got on my hands and knees. “More.”

“On it,” Brandon said. No more teasing touches, he rubbed his cock against my entrance and then slammed into me.

Fuck yes! My body, still sensitised by orgasm, was ready to pick right up where we were.

His pace was punishing. Instead of the slow build to orgasm, I’d almost stayed where I was, in the delicious state of pleasure just before you come, his hard thrusts keeping me there and pushing me higher.

I spread my legs slightly, letting him shove in deeper so he bottomed out, making me feel completely full.

His thumb swept along my folds as he fucked me, and I didn’t know why until his hand snaked down my spine, to my butt.

His finger was slippery as it swiped across my arse, gentle at first, and then insistent.

I groaned as he pushed his thumb in, and then it all came undone.

I didn’t know what he was doing, what I was doing, as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm me.

It felt almost like an out of body experience, pure joyous exhilaration.

The world, everything, was alright, a sweet, sharp place of endless ecstasy.

I dimly felt myself coming and coming, like each orgasm provoked the next.

I was helpless, swept along by the waves, completely abandoning myself to it.

It took me a long time to come back to myself, but when I did, I found I was laid down in a cocoon of bodies, panting.

“You OK, princess?” Slade croaked. I couldn’t piece together the meaning of the words, let alone a response.

It was the sensation that I noticed most, the feeling of all of this hard flesh around me.

My eyelids felt like lead, and the ache in my body had finally been sated, so I let myself go loose and fell asleep.