I’ve actually done it.Theyhave actually done it. Two cocks inside me at the same time. Incredible.
“Well done, sweetheart. You managed that beautifully. Are you okay?”
Ewan lifts my hair to murmur in my ear. I open my eyes to look at him, his face etched with caring and concern. There’s lust too, arousal of course, but all that is overshadowed by his determination to establish that all is well with me. My heart turns over as I smile back at him. I have no words, so I blow him a kiss.
His answering smile is dazzling. He glances up at David, gives a brief nod.
“That’s good. So now, baby, we fuck you.”
Ewan withdraws his cock, ready to drive it back into me. I gasp as it slides home, my arse offering no resistance at all. At the same time David gives a powerful upwards thrust, his in-stroke timed to coincide with Ewan’s outward one. No words are exchanged between them as they set up a rhythm, perfectly synchronised, intense and relentless. It’s as though the spanking was just the warm-up for this sensual dance between the three of us, our bodies joined in perfect cooperation. Each of them is attuned to my needs, and to the other’s movements. The choreography is flawless.
My nervous system is in overdrive, while my muscles are totally limp. David takes my weight and I lie motionless on top of him, alive to every incredible sensation as they thrust into my receptive body. My clit pulses. I shift, just a fraction as I seek to rub against David. Ewan knows, as he always knows, and he slides his hand between my body and David’s to caress my clit.
My orgasm is there, instant, powerful, unstoppable. I convulse and writhe around both of the solid erections seated within me as Ewan continues to strum my quivering clit. The climax dies away, only to be rekindled as soon as they resume their glorious, pumping strokes.
Ewan is thrusting harder, picking up the pace. Davidmatches it, and I know that neither of them will be long now. As though intent on dragging the last shreds of pleasure from me, Ewan rubs the pad of his middle finger over my clit again, this time instructing me to come and to do it now.
Obedience has become second nature, and this is so easy to do. I surrender to the waves of pure bliss flowing over me, through me, drowning me. I know the moment Ewan holds still for a second before driving his cock deep and holding that position as his semen pumps from him in a flood. Moments later David utters a soft but suitably obscene curse and does the same as my pussy and arse convulse around the pair of them.
“I’ll leave you two alone now.” David has dressed and is preparing to leave. Ewan and I are still naked, entwined together on the bed.
“Okay. We might see you in the bar later.” Ewan offers him a vague wave.
“Maybe.” David smiles at me. “Nice scene, Charity. And it was good to see you again. Another time, perhaps?”
“Yes, of course. Thank you, sir.”
With a final polite nod in our general direction, he slips out and closes the door behind him.
I turn back to Ewan and snuggle up tight.
“Tired?”
I yawn.
“Okay. Take a nap if you like.”
“Don’t we need to get off home? I mean, won’t there be other people wanting to use this room? Don’t you need to get up in the morning? What time is it anyway?”
“Christ, all these bloody questions. No. No. No. And ten past midnight.”
“What?” I peer at him, confused.
“No, there’s no hurry to leave. And no, there won’t be a queue forming outside. This is an exclusive fetish club,not a shared bathroom in a cheap hotel. The room is ours for as long as we want it. I have a Skype meeting tomorrow afternoon, but nothing more pressing than that. And it’s now nearer to eleven minutes past twelve. So, sleep.”
Well, when he puts it like that.“Oh. Okay then.”
* * *
I wake up sometime later, still naked but alone in the bed. I lift my head to see Ewan, dressed now, seated on one of the spanking chairs. His gaze is locked on his phone, but he must have heard the rustle of the bedding. He glances at me, under his brows.
“Welcome back, sleeping beauty. Feeling more lively now?”
I stretch, work some of the kinks out of my muscles before coming up with an answer. In truth, I feel fabulous, invigorated, energised. Talk about power-napping. My bottom is sore, but I know that part of my anatomy will throb for days. My nipples are uncomfortable, and both my pussy and arse feel well used. As indeed they have been. With some effort I push myself up into a sitting position.
“Yes, sir. I feel fantastic.” I scowl at him, suspicious. “Did you slip me something?”
“Just my cock in your arse. It seems to have had the desired effect though. Ready for home now?”
