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her pleasure, her need.
    She wanted someone to suck on her breasts, someone inside
her pussy, in addition to the fingers she now enjoyed. She needed to taste
skin, lick the sweat off one of the men, suck his cock, anything. Anything to
take her over the edge.
    “Please…” she begged. “Masters, please…”
    “Please what?”
    “Please…” Her focus was hazing. The fingers thrusting in her
ass had spread, or he’d added another to open her more. Master Q now stroked
his fingers in and out of her dripping pussy while thumbing her clit. “Oh God,
please…”
    “Say it,” ordered Master C. “Tell us what you want, sub.”
    “Fuck me. Fuck me now!”
    In a flash of sensation, the clamps were yanked off her
breasts, and cocks entered her front and rear. The sudden pain and fullness was
like nothing she’d experienced and it threw her off the precipice she been
clutching onto. “Ohh!”
    They sandwiched her between them, fucking her hard and fast,
grunting as they thrust. She hung from the manacles, held up by their arms
wrapped around her. One cupped her breasts; the other spread her ass cheeks.
Cocks slammed in and out with short thrusts.
    She shattered. Every nerve in her being snapped. Her juices
gushed and kept flowing as she peaked and ebbed with their strokes. She thought
she would die of ecstasy.
    And their grunts sharpened just before they cried out. The
men froze, holding her tightly. Master Q’s head rested atop hers. Their panting
breaths echoed hers.
    No one spoke. Lori absorbed the sensation of heated skin against
her back and front at the same time, the security of their arms. The smell of
each man’s sweat, and of his sex. This was what she’d been avoiding by not
having sex with her coworkers. But was it the added elements of being bound and
whipped that made it so good, or was it these men in particular?
    Should she let them know she recognized them? She assumed
they had reasons for the masks, probably to keep her from walking away the
moment she saw them. It also set the mood, and kept her focused on the scene,
rather than the men. Perhaps it was best that she kept silent for the time
being.
    She felt their cocks soften as their breaths slowed. Master
Q raised his head and looked into her eyes. “Very good, sub.”
    “Fuck yeah,” came the rasping response from behind. He
cleared his throat.
    They disposed of their condoms and Master Q brought a warm
cloth to clean her with, surprising her with the intimate act. So different
from her lovers who wandered off to the bathroom before collapsing in the bed
to sleep. So nurturing.
    Master C loosened the cuffs on her wrists and rubbed the
tender skin there as he lowered her arms. Her muscles ached from being
stretched for so long and she gasped.
    Her other master bent and unbuckled her ankles. She watched
the play of muscles across his back and reached to trace one with her fingers.
    Master C grabbed her hand away. “You must ask permission to
touch.”
    She snapped her head to look at him. “I’m sorry, Master. I
will learn.”
    His smile sent shivers coursing through her. “Yes, you will.”
    They led her to the bench and sat with her between them. One
gently stroked her wrists, the other her ankles, applying some sort of lotion
on them. Oddly, she felt no discomfort at being naked with them without a bed
in sight, nor a sheet to hide behind. They weren’t staring, or cringing at the
sight of the soft pooch on her belly or the spread of the saddlebags on her
thighs.
    They turned her slightly so she lay cradled in the beefy
arms of Master C, while Master Q draped her legs across his lap and stroked his
fingertips gently over her skin.
    “We should punish you for your lapses,” Master Q, said.
    “Turn you over on our laps and take turns spanking you.”
    She gasped and was amazed that her pussy flooded at the
words.
    Master Q chuckled. “But I think you might like it too much.”
    She blushed, and knew from the heat rising that it