Now I knew why Peter was standing behind me. I bit my tongue to keep myself from letting out a yell. My knees went weak and I grabbed for the edge of the table. Peter pressed his body up against me so I wouldnât collapse on the floor. He put both his arms around me and eased me down onto the seat in the booth.
Both men were grinning from ear-to-ear. Tony said, âDamn, this really worksâ!!! He pressed the button again, and shudders went through my body as I climaxed again. My clit was in spasms, almost to the point of hurting, as I leaned back against the wall of the booth. I spread my legs wide, to ease the waves of sensations emitting from my pussy, cascading outwards to every point of my body.
Tony looked at Peter and suggested that they check to see if the butterfly really was working. I felt two hands on my legs, searching for the object that was pressing against my clit. Their fingers eased around the edge of it and slid into my pussy. âBoy, is she ever wet...I have never felt anyone so wet just from a couple of quick jabs from a dildo," said Peter.
Tony looked at Peter and asked him if he would like to continue this fun somewhere else. Peter didnât even hesitate. He replied in the affirmative, adding that he was finished working for the night, AND that he had a small apartment upstairs.
I had gotten my breath back by then. I turned to both of them and asked if I had any âsaysoâ in the matter. What if I didnât want to go along with this...Tony said nothing...he just pressed the button on the remote control. I groaned as shock waves pulsed thru my body. I KNEW I would do whatever Tony suggested. There was NO way of taking those straps off, not while I was at the table.
The thought of having sex with a complete stranger was a turnoff at first, but Tony assured me he would be with me the entire time. I was still wobbly when I got on my feet. The little jolts that Tony was sending thru my clit reminded me to do exactly as he demanded.
Each man tucked an arm under my elbows, to steady me, as we headed for the stairs at the back of the club. Peterâs apartment was small but neat. He only stayed in it when he worked late hours and it was too far to get in his car and drive back to the base.
Peter stood in front of me, looking at me from top to bottom. Tony stood behind me, his arms around my waist, the remote control device still in one hand. Peter asked to see what would happen if Tony pressed the button while I was standing up. All he had seen before was from behind, or when I was partially hidden under the tablecloth. âNo, No," I groaned, as I felt the tingle and the shock of the dildo, as it seemed to reach the innermost part of me. I arched my back, head thrown back against Tonyâs shoulder. Tony held onto me and told Peter to reach and squeeze my tits. I was into spasms as Tony pressed the button to match the jerking of my body. Having Peterâs hands on my tits made it worse. I was having multiple orgasms, one after another.
Peter said he wanted to see what was causing all these spasms, so he reached down, unzipped my skirt, and pulled it off. With no panties on, he could see the straps and the dildo and the swollen lips of my clit. He reached down, around the dildo and inserted first one finger, and then two and three, into my hot throbbing pussy. I wanted more than fingers up my cunt and I started begging.