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“Beautiful,” Declan said, stepping toward her. He had the camera aimed right at her breasts, the shutter releasing every few seconds. “High-powered equipment. Works wonders.”

He waved the camera at her, and she scoffed. “It's a good thing something around here has some oomph behind it.”

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the end of the evening.” Declan lifted one eyebrow, and Maura's heart seemed to stop. She had a feeling he was very right.

Dario's fingers went to the clasp of her bra, and she tried to move away.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and held her close as he used one hand to expertly flip the hooks in back, releasing the material that kept her breasts bound together. They jiggled as he clasped the material and lifted it over her breasts; his hands found her nipples and rolled each one between a thumb and forefinger.

She couldn't stop the groan of pleasure that escaped her mouth, and when the shutter
clicked
again, she threw back her head, wondering how Declan was viewing what was happening, wondering if he was enjoying the sight of her breasts being played with as much as she was savoring the sensations.

Dario tightened his grip, the slight pain shooting through her body, centering in her clit. Her nipples began to throb, and she whimpered as he released them. The sharp pull of the blood rushing back was cut off as he repeated his hold, waiting until she groaned again before letting go and then increasing the pressure.

“Please, please, I can't…can't…”

“Oh yes you can.” The pressure increased. “I think she likes it, Deck. What do you think?”

“I think she loves it.” Dario released one nipple, and Declan's soft tongue moved over it at a snail's pace. The wet surface soothed the tortured nub, the feeling turning highly erotic as Declan licked, blowing on it gently after each pass while Dario continued his sweet torment of the other.

Dario held her up, his arm tight around her stomach. She was moving her hips now, her jean-clad pelvis searching for a hard cock.

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“I think someone wants to fuck.” Declan aimed the camera down and released the shutter, then laughed lowly. “Her hips are moving so fast, the picture's blurry.”

“Much too soon for that,” Dario whispered. “After all, someone questioned our oomph. And we can't be proved oomphless, can we?”

Maura laughed at his quip, writhing in his arms, rubbing her bottom against his hard cock. “Please, I'll never question it again, I swear. Someone, please, take me.”

“No.” They said the word in unison, and Maura's mouth flopped open in surprise. It had been so perfect that she wondered if they had practiced it together.

“But…” She inhaled sharply as Dario's fingers went to her waistband, undid the button, and then pulled down the zipper. “Yes, oh please, yes.”

She ground herself against him again, her head hanging down as she moved. She was vaguely aware of the sound of Declan snapping photos, but frankly she didn't care. She had a hard cock behind her, and she wanted it inside her. Right now.

Maura banged her hips against Dario, delighting in the deep groan that escaped his throat.

“Stop it, skipper.” She did it again, swallowing a laugh as his hands worked her jeans and panties down her hips. The sound of the shutter releasing was gone, and she wondered what Declan was doing. She was too caught up in what Dario was doing to look up, though. Her jeans were now around her knees.

He turned her toward the car, then pulled them down to her ankles. “Lean against the hood and spread your legs.”

She gladly obeyed Dario's command, anticipating the feel of his hard cock pressed against her wet opening at any moment. Instead she gasped as he clasped a buttock in each hand, pulling them apart and jiggling them.

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“Stop it!” She tried to stand, but it was hard with her hands bound behind her, her shirt strengthening the bond, and her jeans nestled around her feet.

Dario released one buttock and slapped it sharply.

“Naughty girl.” He slapped it again, and Maura thought the pressure the slap placed on her clit would make her come, right then and there. A third slap made her knees feel as if they would buckle, and she was grateful for the vehicle in front of her, which kept her from sinking to the ground.

“Dario!”

“Yes, skipper?”

She turned her head toward him. “If you're going to call me that, then you need to obey me as your boss. Cut it out.”

Declan's deep chuckle made her glance his way. He still had the camera lifted to his face, and it occurred to her that it probably had the capability that many digital cameras had these days: video.

Heat suffused her body as Dario slapped her ass again. “Stop it!” Then she giggled, thinking about the video that was being recorded, wondering what she looked like being spanked. She was sure she would find out soon enough.

“Sorry, Maura, but I'm unable to comply with that request,” Dario said. He slapped her ass again several more times. It occurred to her that Dario had done this before. He knew just how to time his swats to provide delicious impact and not make the sting turn into pain that would be unpleasant.

She relaxed, wondering what Declan was thinking as he watched Dario redden her bottom. He was silent, but she could feel his presence, standing just off to the side. Was he still filming them, or had he stopped to watch?

And if he had stopped to watch, what else was he doing? Pleasuring himself as Dario continued to smack her ass? As if he could hear what she thought, Dario gave her one final swat, his hand staying on her ass, moving down to where her swollen, wet lips waited for his touch.

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Pleasure overtook her as his fingers gently probed, making her hips sway as he delved deeper into her, his thumb sliding inside her as his fingers tickled and teased, heading for her clit, but not quite making it there as he slowly moved in and out.

“You're driving me insane.”

“Good.” Was that Dario or Declan who had said that? She wasn't quite sure if it had come from right behind her or off to the left. But then again maybe Declan had moved; she wasn't really paying attention, she was ashamed to say. Right now all she knew was an orgasm was building in her body, and she wanted the dam to burst. Now.

“Please.” The whimper left her mouth without her even knowing she was speaking. It was followed by a second one, and as Dario's fingers continued to stroke her, strong fingers joined them, rubbing gently on her clit for a few moments before gathering it between thumb and forefinger and pinching gently.

Her orgasm seemed to rain down on her, covering her entire body, making every inch of her tingle as both of their hands continued to dance over her tender skin. She stomped her feet and tried to pull away from her bonds, stilling only after Dario stroked her back and whispered, “Shush, you'll hurt yourself. Calm down, calm down.”

The intensity of this orgasm far surpassed what she'd felt last night. Her chest heaved as she felt Dario fumble with the shirt and heard the
clink
of the handcuffs being unfastened. She was almost sorry to see them go. She knew being bound was part of the reason her climax had been so strong.

It was a new experience for her, and one that she hoped to repeat in the future. They were both helping her strip out of her clothes now. She glanced around, surprised to see the sun was almost totally down and the moon was snaking over the flat horizon, ready to take its place in the sky.

“We missed dinner,” she whispered, sighing deeply as lips moved over her again, Dario nibbling on her neck and Declan claiming her lips.

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“We'll eat later,” Declan said, placing little kisses around her mouth.

“We're not done with you yet.”

She thought they would walk toward the tent. Instead they veered off to the left of it, and she was surprised to see a blanket stretched out over an air mattress, the edges held in place by tent stakes. Several pillows were arranged at the top, and she laughed.

“Either you're expecting guests and have set up an extra bedroom, or we're sleeping outside tonight.”

“There will be very little sleeping right now,” Declan said. “We've set up the tent for that purpose. But we thought we'd take advantage of you—er, nature—

out here.”

His words made her tingle. They'd been talking about her, and last night, obviously. They'd clearly enjoyed themselves as much as she had, or they wouldn't have prepared for a repeat performance.

Declan gently propelled her toward the mattress. She lay down, then flipped onto her back so she could watch them both undress. The waning sunlight provided just enough illumination for her to see their hard cocks spring free from their jeans. The sight made her body tremble, and she lay back and closed her eyes, anticipating their touch. She arched into them as one hand caressed her stomach and the other stroked her breast, and yet another went straight between her thighs, gently probing her carefully trimmed curls.

“Can I play this time?” She kept her eyes closed, the pillows scattering as she lifted her arms above her head, savoring her lovers' caresses. Maybe she wouldn't touch them. She could get used to this feeling, of having them stroke her as if worshipping her body. It made her feel special and wanted.

But then again, maybe she'd let them control enough of the situation so far. Maybe it was time for her to play the boss card, even if this wasn't an employee/employer situation. She sat up suddenly, startling them both.

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“On your backs.” She sat on her knees at the end of the mattress and turned toward them. She noticed they hadn't moved, and she gave them what she hoped was a very stern look. “I said, on your backs. Now.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Declan said, complying instantly. Dario, on the other hand, continued to stare. She could tell he wasn't used to being told what to do in a sexual situation. The look in his eyes told her he was considering telling her that wasn't going to happen.

His dark eyes softened just a bit. He gave her a smile, then lay down, leaving enough space between himself and Declan so she could crawl between them. She looked between them, careful to keep her hands to herself, letting her gaze drift down their bodies.

“I'm not sure I can make a choice.” She moved her hands over their cocks, hovering just above them. If they moved up, the tips of their hard rods would probably touch her, but both of them remained absolutely still, their gazes focused on her face. From their silence, she knew they were not going to give her a push in any direction, giving her absolute authority over what happened next.

She licked her lips in anticipation, then grasped both their cocks at once and slid her hands up and down. Their sharp gasps of pleasure emboldened her, and she tightened her grasp, moving her hand just a little faster, not enough to bring them to climax, but enough to bring them right to the edge, or so she hoped.

She stroked Declan while she explored Dario's cock, lightly running her thumb over the slit before trailing her fingers down and tickling his balls. She fought back a smile when she noticed Dario's eyes were squeezed shut and he was trying as hard as he could, she thought, to stay in place, to let her continue to have the control. His breathing was ragged, and his reaction was exquisite. The expression on his face darkened, and she thought he would push her away and take control. She shifted her attention to Declan, grasping Dario's cock as she had his friend's just moments ago.

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She explored Declan just as she had Dario. His reaction, however, was much different than his friend's. Where Dario had fought to stay still, Declan seemed to sink into the mattress, taking great pleasure in allowing himself to be played with. There was a look of utter calm about him, as if he could lay there forever and let her play to her heart's content.

The differences between the two of them were apparent, but they didn't surprise her one bit. Declan had always been strong, but he'd also been willing to let others take the reins in planning parties or deciding plans for the evening. She couldn't see Dario doing that. He would have to have control of everything, no matter what.

For the next few moments she allowed herself to bask in the sensation of stroking two hard cocks, and then she leaned over and ran her tongue down Declan's length, from the tip of his cock to his balls. He'd barely had time to groan out his pleasure and lift his hips before she transferred her tongue to Dario, doing exactly the same thing before closing her mouth around him.

“Oh fuck.” Dario's strangled words revved up her pleasure. She tightened her mouth, sucking him in deeper. She remembered the way they'd teased her last night, bringing her right to the edge before backing off. Dario's hips started to buck, and she let him go, flicking her tongue over the head of his dick before moving over to swallow Declan.

“Tease.” Dario grunted. “Get back…” His hands were on his cock, and she tried to bat them away, but he caught her wrist, holding it tight. She sucked hard on Declan, lifting her gaze up to his face. He looked down at her, an expression of pure bliss written all over him. She released him from her mouth, sliding her tongue over his length before looking over at Dario.