The dinner party was boring, she'd known it would be, but Damien had made a special request for her to accompany him, and since he was only in town for one weekend every few months, she hated to disappoint him.
She knew she looked good. She made special efforts whenever he was around. Her day of spa treatments had relaxed her, her hair was a perfect cascade of dark curls around her face and her make up expertly applied. Her skin was pale and flawless. Appearance was everything in her line of work, and she paid good money to maintain what she had.
Damien smiled at her, his hand sliding along her thigh and squeezing her gently. Whispering into her ear, "Don't worry, soon it'll be over and we can get to more pleasant activities." His warm breath making her shiver with anticipation.
He was an excellent lover, she'd found that out the night they had met two years ago. He'd picked her outfit for the evening, a long sleek panel of black. It clung to her curves so perfectly that even she had been aroused when she'd caught sight of herself in the mirror. He had specifically requested that she not wear underwear, and as his fingers slipped into the thigh high slit, he knew she had obeyed. His fingers skimmed over her landing strip and explored her slit as she sipped her drink. She was already wet, which pleased him as he removed his fingers and continued his conversations.
Finally the party ended. She was desperate for him as he opened the car door and ushered her into the back seat. Instructing the driver to take them to her place; his hand snaked back into her dress, finding her wet and ready as he plunged two fingers into her. This was what he had been waiting for, his teasing under the table let him know that he could have done it then, but he wanted her to be denied a little longer. Smiling to himself he slid his fingers in and out of her in a slow rhythm, her moans were music to him, he grew hard, the thought of what was awaiting them making him throb.
He blindfolded her as they reached the door, taking her keys and leading her into the bedroom. She was aching for him to fill her. It had been so long since she had felt him inside of her and she knew he was teasing her as he lay her down and moved away. She listened, trying to guess what he was doing but there was only silence. Finally she felt his weight beside her, his fingers running along her chest.
Biting her ear gently, Damien whispered, "Do you trust me?"
"Of course" she replied "I trust you completely."
Turning her he unzipped her dress and slid it down her long body. She was naked now, blindfolded and aroused beyond reason. Her hand slipped between her thighs before his sharp "Stop!" had her whisking it away. The command in his voice was clear and tonight was not the night to disobey. He could see how swollen her lips were as they glistened with the evidence of her need, her clit a hard little nub begging for relief, but none was forthcoming.
She took her bottom lip between her teeth, a gesture that made his cock swell; she knew this and wanted him to be just as desperate. But her sharp gasp as he attached clamps to her hardened nipples made her release it, her moan pleasing him. She writhed; desperate for some relief, anything, as his slow deliberate pace was making her crazy. Finally he lay beside her, he had undressed whilst watching her body move and as his mouth found hers in a deep kiss, his hand roamed over her soft skin.
Clea moaned into the kiss, her nipples were burning from the clamps, sending shocks of pleasure through her, her body pressing towards him as she tried to urge his hand down to her. His stubborn refusal was maddening in a way that made her body cry out.
Suddenly, she felt hands running up her calves. She froze in shock. Damien was still kissing her passionately, there was someone there, she had no idea who, but Damien must have brought them. She remembered his words, "Do you trust me?" and relaxed. She had no doubts that he would hurt, or ever allow anyone to hurt her and as those hands moved up her thighs, her aching pussy welcomed their proximity.
Damien tugged on the chain that joined the nipple clamps, the sharp pull on her nipples dragging another low moan from her. Damien's whispered, "Relax," allowing her to give over the last tendrils of apprehension.
Clea felt gentle fingers exploring her, parting her swollen lips as they slid along her wet trail and circled her engorged clit. Damien's hand was rested against her stomach as his mouth left hers. She felt the release of one of the clamps as his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking and tugging at it as her groans filled the room. Just as her body arched up, she felt a tongue flick over her clit, causing her to buck. Her body was in overdrive, a flood of sensations pulsing through her as the mouth buried itself between her thighs and went to work on her pussy.
From the brushes of stubble that grazed her clit, she knew this was a man and her arousal spiked. She remembered talking to Damien last year about their fantasies. Both of them had agreed that an MMF threesome was something they wanted to experience but she couldn't believe that he had arranged this for her.
Her breathing became shallow as her clit was sucked and tormented; the guy was good enough to have her on the edge of climax already. Damien's sucking on her nipples pushed her over and she came screaming, her body a writhing mess as pleasure flowed through her in wave after wave. The sucking intensified, Damien tugging hard on her nub as her orgasm peaked and she collapsed, breathless.
Damien stroked her face gently; she could feel kisses being traced over her thigh as her body continued to tremble. Hands exploring her naked form as Damien pulled her to straddle him. His erection pressed against her thigh as they kissed, familiar to her after the countless times they had made love. He lifted her, positioning himself against her sopping opening, their groans combined as she sank onto his length.
She was still breathless as arms came around her, her body raised up, pulled from Damien's embrace as she was pulled against a hard chest, her face turned into the kiss of a stranger. She felt Damien thrust up into her as he watched, the head of his cock hitting her cervix as he pulled her onto him. Her moans were muffled by the kiss; her breasts were cupped and pinched as she started to rock her hips over Damien whilst he continued his long, hard thrusts.
The kiss broken, she was lowered back against Damien, hands coming under her to lift her ass into the air a little, bringing Damien's cock to a rest just inside of her entrance. She felt the head of the guys cock sliding along her wetness, becoming coated before it pushed against her tight hole.
Damien kissed her hard, tugging on her nipples as the second cock eased into her ass. As she was slowly filled, inch by inch, she kissed Damien desperately. The sensation of being taken so completely was overwhelming, her body shuddered with pleasure as she was fully impaled and slid back down onto Damien's cock. Both men held still, letting her enjoy the feeling of two cocks balls deep in her.
At some hidden signal, they began to move, one slid deep into her as the other pulled out, building up a steady rhythm as they sandwiched Clea between their hard bodies. She was barely coherent, her moans mixing into the sound of her body being pummelled and used relentlessly. She could feel their cocks sliding along each other, separated by such a thin membrane she was surprised they didn't break through. She heard groans coming from either side of her as they began to fuck her harder, hands tugging and raking over her as her face was turned, her lips dragged from mouth to mouth. Someone started to caress her clit, circling it and rubbing over it in tandem to the cocks being plunged into her.
Her body was on fire, frenzied, better even than she could have imagined as she felt the climax approaching. Damien's arms wrapped around her, pulling her in against his body as he bucked up, thrusting himself hard into her, she could feel every throb against her tight walls, whimpering as the fingers against her clit became firmer, more insistent. Dual demands of "Cum now," ringing in her ears as her cries of triumph filled the air, her body contracting, clamping around each cock like a vice as she spasmed.
