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Easing me to my feet, the three men arranged me for display on the wingback chair.

Taking up the camera, Garrick filmed as Terry draped my thighs over the arms of the chair, spreading my legs wide, exposing the delicate opening of my body for the camera lens. My arms were drawn up and curled over the rounded top of the chair, lifting my breasts high. I closed my eyes as Vincent smoothed his calloused palm up the inside of my thigh to tease at my damp opening. He kissed and suckled at my breasts until I heard muttered oaths from the other men.

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Lazily raising my heavy eyelids, I gasped at the sight George presented. Over his straining erection he wore a sleeve, increasing the width of his penis to at least four inches in diameter. The device was strapped onto his body with a small harness, bobbing with his every step as he advanced toward me. I tried to close my legs against Vincent’s hands, sure I would never be capable of accommodating that thing.

“Hold her,” George ordered. Terry and Vincent each held a leg, while Aaron secured my arms above my head and Garrick continued to videotape the scene. From his vantage point beside Garrick, Elkin watched, gaze rapt and centered on the tableau before him.

Kneeling before me, George had the men ease me to the edge of the seat, my hips squirming, breasts jiggling as I tried to avoid penetration. His fingers swept over and around the wet opening of my body, spreading the folds wider as he fitted the very tip of his cock-cover to my pussy. Gripping my hips, he pushed inside. The sore muscles of my inner walls tensed, and then stretched to accommodate him. My head fell back as I panted. His stroking plunges set my nerves on fire as my arousal grew.

The heavy breathing of the men watching attested to their own sexual tension. Garrick stepped closer, and George moved his arm so the camera lens could pick up the image of his shaft sinking in and out of me. Someone switched on a bright light to illuminate the wet slide and retreat of George’s pumping cock-sleeve. My hips rose and fell in time with his, grasping at the thick length as it filled me. Every nerve in my tight channel pulsed in pleasure at the hardness caressing them. When he thrust so deep the hair at the root of his penis tangled with mine, I cried out in pleasure.

Head thrown back, eyes closed, I could imagine just what I looked like to the men holding me. My thighs were held splayed open, my arms pinioned over my head. The sound of buckles being loosened preceded the feel of straps sliding over and between my legs and around my waist. Between my thighs, George leaned forward to suckle my breasts, first the left, teeth grazing the hard tip, lapping at the crinkled base surrounding the peak before drifting to the right nipple and repeating the same ministrations. Rustling and movement Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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had me lifting weighted eyelids. Taking his time, George was moving away, the fullness in my pussy lessening at his retreat. A whimper escaped my lips only to be replaced by a gasp.

Moving his attentions to my inner thighs, George interspersed seductive nipping kisses with the warm slide of a vibrator. Starting at my left knee, he eased his way up to the juncture of my thighs then retreated to begin again at my right knee. The vibrator taunted and teased me. Long and thick, the beads surrounding the base rattled as he increased the speed with each pass over my flesh.

Having reached the apex of my thighs a second time, George parted the wet flesh above the harness holding the empty cover inside. Settling his teeth over the swollen nub of my clit, he nipped and nibbled on the kernel of nerves until I shuddered and moaned beneath him.

Over the heaving curve of my belly and trembling breasts, his green eyes captured mine, holding them as he inched the vibrator into the sleeve. The walls of my pussy screamed in protest and pleasure. The throb of the toy as it filled me had my hips arching off the cushions beneath me. Once seated fully, George released my clit and moved away, fastening the last strap to keep the vibrator seated deep inside. As he tightened the strap the motions of the toy rubbed the thick prosthetic against the gate of my womb, sending another fresh spasm of contractions through my lower body.

“Stand up,” George’s husky voice whispered over my breasts.

Behind him, Garrick handed the video camera to Elkin.

The hold on my arms and thighs loosened. My legs were eased from the arms of the chair, causing the vibrator to slide deeper. Gentle hands beneath my elbows lifted me from the seat and onto my shaky feet. Positioned on either side of me, Garrick and George waited as I grew steady enough to stand alone, smiles softening their masculine features, heat darkening their eyes as they watched me take my first tentative step. After only a few 60 Qwillia Rain

trembling steps, the motion of the device sent a shuddering climax through my body, but eager hands held me upright.

Again and again, they made me walk about the room with the toy strapped inside me, and after only a little distance, I came each time. I slid from the hands of the men holding me after the final climax, my knees spread wide on the carpet, riding the thick cock inside me as if it was one of the men watching me.

Around the room, I could see each of the men fondling his erection with his eyes glued to the pulsing of my hips. From behind, hard hands fumbled at the buckles, loosening the device and sliding the glistening, sleeve-covered vibrator from my pussy. Bending forward, I braced my hands on the floor as Vincent thrust his hot, hard length into my wet channel.

Harder and harder, he slammed into me, the slap of his flesh against mine augmented by the rasping breath of the men watching us. Again, Garrick stepped forward, camera in hand, to capture the wet slide of Vincent’s condom-covered cock in and out of me. Before he came, he pulled free, spewing his seed in the protective layer of rubber; then he moved aside as Elkin slipped within the grasping walls of my pussy. He, too, rode until I neared my climax, then pulled free to gasp and come in his condom.

Garrick took care to capture every wet inch of their shafts filling me as I urged them to satisfy me. As one would finish and ease aside, another would come inside me, riding himself to completion, but leaving me panting for climax. Crying, poised on the painful precipice of orgasm, I was vaguely aware of Garrick passing the camera to George and taking his place between my splayed thighs.

Garrick began by slamming his full length into me. Holding my hips firmly within his grasp, he swiveled his hips and plied his swollen cock like an artist applying paint to a canvas. He stroked overstimulated nerves, pumping and rocking his thick length for what seemed hours but could have only been several minutes. Leaning back, he pulled me astride his lap, one hand moving to fist itself in my tangled hair, drawing my head back and arching Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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my neck like the taut bend of a bow, while the other slipped to the swollen folds of flesh surrounding his plunging cock.

Spreading my nether lips wide, he tugged at my tight kernel of flesh as his voice ordered harshly, “Play with your breasts.”

My hands obeyed, caressing and fondling my aching breasts, plucking at the hard tips.

“Harder,” he rasped.

Then Vincent and Terry stepped forward to take my breasts in their mouths, biting and scraping my sensitive nipples while they pushed my hands down to wrap around their freshly aroused penises, covered in new latex sheaths. My eyes, narrow slits, watched George film every moment as the three men feasted on my body.

At last, as Garrick’s thrusts grew more rapid, I felt my climax well up and explode in a powerful burst of fire deep within me. I screamed as the waves pulsed through me, not caring about the grunts of satisfaction as Terry and Vincent came in my stroking palms and Garrick buried his length within me in rhythmic, pumping waves of jetting release.

The sun had set when George eased my freshly bathed body into my bed and pulled the clean sheet over my well-used frame. As he stroked damp tendrils of hair away from my eyes, his lips nuzzled over my brow, eyelids, cheeks, and nose before finally settling on my mouth. Coaxing it open, George savored the fresh taste of my cinnamon toothpaste. Easing away, he pressed another soft kiss to my lips and rose from the bed and left the room. Every inch of me ached from the unceasing attentions of his friends.

From the living room, I could hear him thanking the men for coming. A burst of masculine laughter roused me but only long enough to file the bad pun away for future use against George in his more arrogant moments.

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arousing. I made a mental note to myself to make sure George played the video for me after I’d recovered.

If anything from these hours frightened me, it was the power I sensed in Garrick. In the same exotic manner in which George owned me body and soul, I knew, somehow, Garrick held equal sway over me. And George was aware of it. He even seemed aroused by it in much the same manner as it aroused me.

The last man had left when George returned to my bedroom. The lights were off, the sheer drapes on the French doors drawn, but the heavier silk drapes left open as George drew the sheets from my body.

A halfhearted protest whispered past my lips as his calloused fingers stroked up my calves to my thighs, easing the bruised and aching limbs open to allow his lips access to my shower-damp curls. It took long minutes of soft kisses and gentle strokes of his agile tongue to pull a response from my exhausted body. As my flesh swelled and grew damp, he rumbled his thanks against my wet opening and brought me to a quiet climax with his tongue.

Stroking his fingers over my softening breasts, he slipped onto the bed beside me, pulled the covers over our nakedness. Tucking me close to his chest, arms wrapped comfortingly around me, he eased my thigh over his hip and slid his semiaroused cock into my body. The warm feel of his flesh in mine soothed the sore nerves as no other touch or unguent ever could.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered, his breath brushing over my brow before the bristles on his cheeks tangled in my hair.

Something in his voice settled the last of my doubts. Instinctively, I knew he felt the same sense of completeness seeping through his body as I did.

The stroke of his hands lulled me to sleep, easing me into dreams filled with images of him and Garrick twined around my body, loving me as I loved them.

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Chapter Four

George’s appetite remained unquenchable, which seemed to increase my own. The first time we viewed his video of our weekend, we fucked like horny little bunnies while watching it. Seeing on screen the images of those two days seemed to go a long way toward reassuring both of us that we actually did have a relationship and it was as hot as ever.

The bookstore became a new playground for me. In much the same way George had sent Gideon to me on our first visit just a few months ago, now he seemed to take great delight in thwarting the rules of propriety. Quite often, when we ventured through the shelves, his whispered instructions would have me creaming my panties and panting for release. More than once, he sent me into the ladies’ room to bring myself to climax while he stood before me in the handicapped stall, watching my fingers disappear into my pussy.

Several weeks after that salacious weekend, I wandered through the shelves of the store, seeking distraction from the frustrations of my job. George was away, his apartment had been dark the last few days, and I didn’t expect him back for at least two more. Though we spoke every evening, having his voice whisper instructions to me through a telephone wasn’t nearly as satisfying as having those same orders breathed in my ear with his warm hands building my arousal before spilling me over into climax with just a word.

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As I prowled the store, I thought I saw a familiar face. Turning, I met the polite smile of Garrick. Seated at a round table in the coffee bar, he nodded and returned my hesitant wave. I wasn’t sure how I should feel meeting one of the men who’d been such an intimate part of what I had begun to call that weekend.

Especially him. Though I’d never brought the subject up with George, there were times I would find him watching me with a slightly calculating look in his eyes. He seemed to have known the decision I made during those exotic hours, subjugating my control to him.

Acknowledging my choice to give him mastery over my every desire, my every need, George had never taken it beyond the physical. While I recognized his ownership of me sexually, in all other aspects of our relationship, it was an equal partnership. That I could feel the same stirring of emotion George’s possession created within me when I was in close proximity to Garrick disturbed and aroused me at the same time.

Was it possible to love and want to be owned by two men at once?

My body wasn’t hesitant in its response. Remembering the skill with which he’d brought me to satisfaction, I wasn’t surprised when my pussy grew hot and wet, and my breasts drew into full, tight mounds. Deciding to avoid an uncomfortable situation, and not wanting to delve too deeply into the questions spinning through my mind, I attempted to ignore his presence as I made my way toward the bathroom. Slipping through the door, I heard the announcement of the closing of the coffee shop and the warning that the store would be closing in an hour.

The restroom was deserted as I entered the last stall. Fleeting memories of Gideon, and the more recent antics with George, played through my mind. Hoping to calm my excited body, I used the facilities and flushed the toilet. Turning the latch, I opened the stall door to meet Garrick’s grinning countenance. As my eyes dropped from his, I noticed his hands easing his tumescent length from the open zipper of his trousers.

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