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And his finger was all the way in her.

He'd bitten her as a distraction. Bad bad man. Sliding her hand down, she pinched his ass in retribution. Wild ribbons of illicit pleasure wove through her as she journeyed a path she'd never taken ... riding one man ... another's fingers—at least two now—in her ass. Christopher mimicked her rhythm over Jason, plunging and withdrawing in time to each stroke.

Who was this wanton woman?

Invigorated, she leaned forward on all fours over Jason, slamming down on his cock and grinding her pelvis to his with each downward drive.

"Faster,” Christopher urged.

Jason's lips clamped over one nipple, pulling and tugging as she rocked. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak and he soothed it with his tongue the way she had with his cock.

Thought slipped away and she became a ball of sensation. Bodies, hands and mouths became like one. All she knew was the pleasure arcing over her like electric surges dancing over her skin and through her blood. Orgasm after orgasm wrung from her as she cried out hoarsely. She may have screamed. She didn't know. She was vaguely aware of Jason stiffening beneath her, his cum spraying inside her. Their hot fluid coated his cock and dripped from them as he continued to move.

The pungent aroma of sex filled the air. Dana wanted it to fill her, further arouse her senses. Behind her, Christopher withdrew his fingers and left her to complete her ride with only Jason's cock filling her. Another mild release riffled through her before she collapsed on Jason's chest.

She slid sideways onto the mattress, exhausted, her fluid and Jason's cum running onto her thighs.

"Oh my God,” she mumbled.

"Yeah,” Christopher replied.

"You didn't wear a condom,” she said, vaguely indifferent to the knowledge. Shouldn't she care? Too much effort right now. She'd care in the morning.

"Mumps,” Jason murmured. “Sterile ... and clean."

"Sorry."

"It's cool. Christopher's fine ... when we decide to be parents. Makes sex easier for me."

"Mmm ... we'll have to do that again.” But not now ... she couldn't move.

"At your command,” Jason panted.

"Whenever you want,” Christopher said at the same time.

Together, the men pulled her up the bed to lay properly on the bed instead of sprawled across the middle.

She smiled, burrowing her head into the pillows as Christopher snuggled into her front, his thigh between hers, and Jason spooned her back. Her boy toys...

Her brow furrowed. But how long could she keep up with them?

Didn't matter. This was a weekend fling. Before she knew it, they'd be on to whatever young thing caught their eye and she'd have some great memories.

She squeezed shut her eyes as overwhelming pain hollowed her middle. How would she bear it?

"How long before you're ready again?” she asked. Tonight was about sex ... tomorrow about business and Sunday about going home. Until then, she didn't want to think.

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Dana slowly came awake. It took her a moment to remember she wasn't at home in her own bed. It took her a few seconds longer to remember why two heavy weights crossed her middle, holding her securely.

Jason and Christopher. Last night had been...

She had no words for it and for once in her life she wasn't going to do the scientist thing and analyze it to death. They'd fucked her like crazy and she was still tingling.

And she needed a shower. She shifted, feeling her legs stick slightly from their secretions. Um, yeah. She needed a shower bad.

She carefully scooted from between the two men who instantly snuggled together like puppies. She couldn't suppress a grin. If they were into ménage, then they had to be used to touching each other once in a while in non-sexual ways. The two of them were so adorable she wanted to take a picture. They wouldn't appreciate that.

Tucking the sight away in her head, she padded into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. Carefully, she peeled away her stockings, thinking they weren't so hot now that they were sticking to her skin. After tossing them on the counter, she turned on the water in the shower. While the temperature adjusted, she set out her towel and put her toiletries in the enclosure then stepped inside.

Stinging needles of water pummelled her already sensitised skin. She sighed and relaxed beneath the spray, though she hurried so she could return to her lovers. In just a few minutes, she switched off the faucet and reached for her towel. And found bare porcelain.

Shoving the hair from her eyes, she scanned the floor. No towel. And the door was open.

"Who took my towel?” she yelled. She reached for one off the rack over the toilet and found empty metal. “Hey! Who took all the towels?"

Jason appeared in the doorway, naked, his arms crossed over his chest. “Come on out, baby. We'll dry you off."

Christopher stepped beside him, taking the same stance. The two of them blocked the doorway, two muscle-bound gods with erect penises. “I woke up hugging Jason,” Christopher groused. “Not cool."

"I didn't mind you kissing my shoulder."

Christopher shoved him. “Shut up."

Jason made a face, clearly having won the match and turned back to Dana. “You left the bed without permission. Seems like grounds for punishment."

Permission?

"Come along,” Christopher said, crooking his finger. “We'll get you dry, luv. Then wet."

Dana stared at them from the shower. Her skin was getting a trifle chilled while her insides were heating up and melting, ready for more fun with her men. And they were ... men ... regardless of what she called them in self defence. And that's what it was when she called them boy toys. It was her way to make sleeping with two men ten years her junior acceptable in her eyes—as a fling, but nothing more.

"I'm going to need another shower,” she said dryly.

"Hopefully.” Christopher tilted his head. “Are you going to come along, or shall I come and get you?"

Oh the choices. She'd be happy with either.

Pushing her hair from her eyes again, she lifted her head and straightened her shoulders, then stepped regally from the shower. They parted as she reached them. Grabbing their cocks, she continued walking and pulled them into the sleeping area.

She let go of them and crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

Christopher reached for a towel. There were several others wadded up nearby, leading her to believe the guys had done a little clean-up of their own while she'd been showering. She expected him to dry her but instead Jason guided her towards an overstuffed chair on the far side of the room. Gently, he bent her over the padded arm. When she moved to plant her arms in front of her, he pulled them behind her and tied her wrists with something that dangled over her buttocks. A glance revealed one of her stockings. It trailed over her rapidly drying skin, tickling her as she squirmed.

They were serious about the bondage.

Before she could contemplate the implications and what might come next, the other stocking covered her eyes, but instead of immediately tying it behind her head, Jason looped it around and ran the two ends between her parted lips before he tied the ends behind her. Dampness having nothing to do with her shower flooded to her cleft. Dana whimpered behind her gag, wondering what the hell she'd gotten into. Trepidation and excitement merged as she waited for Christopher and Jason's next move.

She was surprised when fluffy, soft fabric rubbed over her body. One of the men guided her back to standing and whoever wielded the towel, worked it over her torso and then her legs, avoiding her pussy. The process was repeated on her back.

A moment later, she heard the thump of the damp fabric hitting the floor. Large hands bent over the chair again. No, over knees. One of them sat in the chair now and she was lying over his thighs.

"Legs apart,” one of them said, his voice rough and unrecognisable. She complied knowing her cunt must glisten with her arousal.

She had no way of knowing which man was where. Neither spoke again nor gave any indication.

A hand stroked her ass and she shuddered. She hadn't been spanked since she'd been a small child but she'd read things ... titillating things about it. She moaned hoping it would happen quickly. Surely that was what they intended.

The draping tails from the stocking tied around her wrists were lifted and dropped onto her back. Suddenly the hand was gone only to return a moment later with a resounding smack against her buttocks. Despite the sound, the spank wasn't particularly hard. Still, needles of pain prickled from the spot. She cried out but the sound had barely escaped her when the hand landed again and again.

The pain mutated quickly, transforming to heat which flooded through her. She rose up, offering her behind for more as pleasure began to fill her. Again she wondered who this wanton woman was who gave herself with such abandon to these men. Whoever she was, Dana liked her. She wanted to remain as this woman who was far removed from the prude she'd been as a married woman.

The blows continued, hard enough that she could feel them but light enough that she had no doubt she'd be able to sit through their meeting this afternoon. She wanted more.

All at once, the spanking came from the other direction and she knew the other man had taken over. His hand fell more heavily and seemed to cover more of her bottom. She moaned and squirmed as heat from it travelled upward into her back and downward to her pussy. She longed to press her legs together and relieve the tension and need in her sex.

Two legs braced hers apart when she started to move and she groaned in frustration. She needed ... She needed to be fucked.

Again? After all the times they had last night? Yes. Hard and fast, thankfully, just like Christopher and Jason seemed to like it.

Instead, she received another stroke against her ass.

She shrieked when sudden cold replaced the heat. Slowly, an ice cube was dragged over her burning flesh. When it was gone, another replaced it. Her torturer made lazy trails over each buttock, tracing the underside before travelling down to her thighs. She tried to squirm away as another cube travelled up her thigh. An arm held her in place.

Cool tendrils of water ran down her as the ice continued to melt. She flinched when cube traced the centre of her sex. The cold seemed at first unbearable. As it pressed inward, the sensation turned to pleasure. The deft fingers pressed a new piece of ice over her clit, then worked it into her throbbing channel. The fingers remained, pushing in and out of her.

She squirmed, her passage flooding with the melting water and her cream. What would it feel like to have Christopher or Jason's fiery cock ploughing into her chilled passage? How long before she found out?

Two more fingers probed her ass and she felt a chill unrelated to the ice as lubricant was worked in and out of her tight passage. Slowly, something unfamiliar probed that area, slowly sliding in until it popped into place, the base pressing her buttocks.

A butt plug? No way!

Again she was shifted, until she lay across the arm of the chair again. Her shoulders rested against the seat and she turned her head, waiting. Excitement pulsed through her, and despite the ice, her body was heated. She sighed in pleasure as a cock pressed to her entrance. Slowly it slipped inside.

God how she wished they'd talk. Still their anonymous, silent actions turned her on more than she would have ever thought. Why had she ever thought of them as boy toys or thought she could take control of this liaison? She never had been. They were. And they were showing her now in their slow, seduction of her senses and possession of her body.

She trembled as she submitted to whatever they wanted. Her thighs quivered and she wanted to beg them to fuck her hard just the way she liked it. She whimpered, pushing against the wide head of the arousal parting the slippery folds at her entrance.

Jason she decided as he surged forward. She hadn't heard the rattle of a condom being opened. His shaft speared though her sensitive tissues. It was so full. She hadn't imagined how the butt plug would press against her passage and double her sensations. Mindlessly, she tried to get more of him as he pulled back just as rapidly, but she couldn't control anything in this position. Perhaps that was the point. He thrust once, twice more, then suddenly withdrew.

No! He couldn't do this! Tears of frustration filled her eyes as she felt him move to the side.

But then a second cock was there, pushing inside, claiming every centimetre of her tender passage. Again there were two more strokes, and he was gone. No wonder she hadn't heard a condom, Christopher didn't intend to come. Neither of them did.

Over and over they fucked her, neither taking more than a few hard strokes. Nonetheless, the pressure built inside her until she knew her release was imminent. It loomed before her, a gaping door, promising fulfilment.

She wobbled as she was pulled to standing. Two sets of fingers probed her pussy.

"So hot and wet, baby. You want to come?"

They rubbed her clit as she nodded. She had to come. She needed to. This wasn't just about want. One of them pinched the small bud and lightning shot through her. She lurched, a cry trapped in her throat. Her knees gave out and she would have fallen, if not for strong arms holding her upright.

Relentlessly, they tormented the nub, bringing her orgasm after orgasm until she hung weakly in their arms helpless from the pleasure and the need clutching her. On each release, her body called to be filled, but they denied her, giving her what she now recognised as a half-life. Release without true fulfilment. She needed them in her. She needed them over her.

She could never go back to the fantasies she'd used to sustain her.

How had they known her thoughts? How had they known she'd planned to go back to that and try to forget this after the weekend?

But they had known and she couldn't go back.

Finally, they laid her on the bed. Her legs bent over the edge. Her bound arms beneath her lifted her pelvis towards them. She heard a condom wrapper. Christopher. Thank goodness. He lifted her legs, drawing them up so her feet rested on the mattress and she was spread wide for him. With anyone else, she might have tried to squirm away from being displayed. But not with Christopher. Not with Jason.