by Alice Gaines
Only, what was taking them so long? “We don’t have all day.”
“Eager thing, isn’t she?” Nigel said from somewhere behind me.
“Complain too much, and we’ll leave you here,” Tom said.
“You wouldn’t.”
He walked up behind me and planted a kiss at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “You could hang here for hours until Klaus’s next tour.”
“Imagine Igor’s surprise to find a live addition to his exhibit,” Nigel added.
“Live and naked.” Tom slapped one of my buttocks. Not hard, just enough to make the flesh sting a bit. “And nicely plump.”
I twisted until the manacles dug into my wrists. “Not funny, you guys.”
“Behave yourself,” Tom said.
Something went around my face, cutting off my vision. A blindfold of some kind and very effective.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked.
One of the men tied it snugly. No matter how I turned my head, I couldn’t see anything except tiny cracks of light above my cheeks.
“Take this off,” I said. “I want to see you.”
“You’re in no position to issue orders.” Tom, damn him.
“You thought you’d figure out which one of us was which,” Nigel said. “We couldn’t let that happen.”
Not again. They planned a repeat performance, all right, including their anonymity.
“I’d like to know who’s fucking me.”
“You will,” Nigel said. “Tom and I.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Remember, we can always leave you here,” Tom said.
“Damn it, take off this blindfold.”
The only answer I got was the sounds of men undressing. As much as I’d love to throttle them both, I needed to remain calm. Tom’s voice had come from the left and Nigel’s from the right. If I concentrated on the movements of one of them, I could follow him in my mind’s eye as he approached. By process of elimination, I’d know who the other one was. I trained my attention on Tom as the sounds continued. When they’d finished and the room fell silent except for the fire in the hearth, I waited for them to approach. I’d never felt so vulnerable before, with my breasts exposed to air cool enough to bead the nipples into points and my sex open to invasion. My clit hardened and began to throb from lack of attention, and two splendid lovers stood behind me, not moving, not nearing me. Most of all, not touching me. My poor pussy craved penetration, and yet, if I complained, they might really get dressed again and go. I’d thought I knew them, but I didn’t really. Maybe if I begged.
“All right, you win. Only, please fuck me. I’m dying here.”
That got movement. They shuffled around behind me. Not coming to me, damn it, but walking around each other to confuse me. The ploy worked. I had no way to tell them apart now. None.
Shit, shit, shit. I’d prepared myself for more tricks from them. I’d memorized their hair—Nigel’s finer than Tom’s and softly curled. Tom’s jaw was squarer and blunt at the chin. But, I’d need to touch them to make out those differences, and that required freedom for my hands.
Finally, one of them did come to me. He walked slowly around me. His body heat warmed my breasts, and he bent to run his tongue along my shoulder. I strained forward, trying to rub my belly against him to find a clue to the state and shape of his cock. Surely, I’d find him erect. The prospect of sex in a public place had to have aroused him as it had me.
He put a hand between us, though, and pushed me back. His palm stroked over my lower body and his fingers burrowed in my pussy hairs. When one of them found my clit, I tipped my head back and gasped.
I had, indeed, grown wet, and he smoothed the moisture over the tight bundle of nerves. I shivered, but not from cold. I’d touched myself there so many times, but he did it with an expertise that stole my reason. Rubbing and circling the hard flesh, then bending to insert a finger into my pussy for more wetness and starting the cycle all over again.
His mouth closed over one nipple while his fingers continued the torment. My heart beat a ragged rhythm in my chest as I accelerated the climb to orgasm.
“That is so good,” I whispered. “Please, tell me who you are.”
He stopped.
Fuck, why had I done that? Who cared which one of them had touched me? It only mattered that he not stop.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped. “I won’t ask again.”
Still, nothing, and I hung in an agony of need, my clit burning for his touch, my pussy dripping and empty.
“You can’t leave me like this. I need you.”
Still nothing.
“At least, free one of my hands, so I can make myself come.”
The second man came up behind me and reached around my body to pull my legs farther apart. His hands sent to my sex, and his fingers parted the lips. When two of them plunged into me, my whole body went tense.
“Yesss,” I hissed. “Please, more.”
He bent his knees, lowering himself, and a hard cock went from the small of my back, over my butt, and into the space between my thighs. Still holding my pussy lips apart, he eased the head of his member inside me.
Liquid fire raced through me, and I wiggled to take more of him. His arms went around my waist to support me as he straightened and impaled me on his rock-hard tool.
Heaven. Though not the monster prick, this one filled me, and when he moved it, it stroked my inner muscles with plenty of friction to make me come fast and hard.
The other man fell to his knees in front of me, and before that registered in my lust-crazed brain, his mouth closed over my pussy. His tongue found my clit and lapped at it.
Holy shit. I’d never been fucked like this. I’d never had anything like this even in my nastiest fantasies. The cock inside me seemed to swell. Maybe it was the really big one because the guy toying with my clit sure knew what he was doing.
Yes, just like in the tunnel. Only that time, I’d taken the other rod into my mouth. This time, it thrust up into me, making my pleasure complete. When I climaxed—and I would soon—the orgasm would shake every inch of me.
The man behind me moved faster now, and his thrusts got more savage. I clamped my muscles as hard as I could around his cock, and he groaned in response. Still, not enough of his voice to guess at his identity. I squeezed again, long and hard. This time, he bit my shoulder to stifle his moan.
I did have power over him. Even with my hands and legs tied and his friend driving me into madness with his mouth, I could make this one tremble as his own arousal threatened his control.
The one eating me may have sensed that his companion was nearing the breaking point, because he pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked.
That ended me for rational thought. My body took control as my orgasm neared. With a cock slamming into my pussy and a hot mouth sucking on my clit, I had no choice but to surrender. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as the coil wound tight in my belly and then broke free. As the spasms wracked my body, my spirit floated free. For long seconds, I hung in another reality. Devoid of thought and overwhelmed with sensation.
Although it ended finally, aftershocks continued, gripping at the hardness still thrusting in and out of me. Impossible, but he hadn’t come.
The other man rose and pressed his own erection against my belly. The mammoth tool he’d used to fuck me into oblivion the day before. This time, he’d played my clit like a master. Two men who knew how to own a woman with their mouths. Two men who could possess me with their cocks.
He put his hand around both of us and began his own thrusts. His cock slid over my skin while his friend still moved inside me.
Both men moved wildly, and their breathing became ragged. Both had reached the point of no return and raced toward their own completion. I hung there, my arms and legs spread, and let them use me as they wanted. After what they’d given me, I’d deny them nothing.
The one behind came first. He jerked upward so savagely my feet le
ft the floor. I could almost feel the stream of his juices inside me as he stiffened and grunted.
The second man lasted only a few more seconds before his semen spurted out of him and onto my skin. One huge burning wave followed by smaller ones. After a moment, he lowered his forehead to my shoulder and hung onto me for support.
The three of us clung together as our breathing returned to normal. After a bit, the man behind me kissed my temple. When the other man straightened and stepped away from me, the man behind dropped to his knees, parted my legs and made one long sweep of my swollen pussy with his tongue. A purely animal move, as if to prove to the other that he owned that part of me as well. That the other would always have to share.
Fine with me. What better sex could a woman expect to have than with these two?
Finally, he, too, moved away, and both of them got into their clothes. By now, it felt perfectly natural so have two men nearby, post-coitus. And, trusting them came as second nature, as well. I didn’t have to wait long before the blindfold came off and I could see it was Nigel’s shirt. While he slipped into the rumpled thing, Tom unfastened my feet. I brought them together and bent to flex my knees a few times to get the circulation flowing. He moved to my hands and released them. His brow furrowed when he noticed the red marks at my wrists.
“I’m sorry.” He pressed his lips to the spot above my pulse.
I smoothed the hair back out of his eyes. “Worth it.”
He gazed into my face, and a tender look entered his eyes. So intense, it rocked me on my heels. Then, he leaned toward me until his mouth brushed mine.
My own scent clung to his lips. No clue to the identify of the man who’d sucked on my clit, as the one who’d planted his cock inside me had also sampled my pussy at the end.
Aside from curiosity, that hardly mattered any longer. As I stepped into his embrace and returned his kiss, Nigel joined us and wrapped his arms around us both. They’d become two halves of a cherished whole to me. Either of them alone would make a dream lover for any woman. But, I could have them both and didn’t have to choose.
In the end, Nigel backed off, and I pushed away from Tom. “I’d better get dressed before the next tour comes through.”
Nigel held up my clothes. He’d already had them in his hand. “Well done, love.”
That night, I tossed and turned as the train sped toward Prague. With the tunnel and the castle behind us, the engineer had no reason to dally in the mountains. He’d deposit one group of tourists at the station in the morning, wait a few hours and load up another bunch for the return trip. Nigel and Tom and I would go about our lives from there.
I punched the pillow and rolled over. I’d come here for anonymous sex. One encounter, no strings. Sure, we’d made it two sessions, but the principle still applied. I didn’t even know their last names. Or where they lived. Hell, the two of them could be married with kids, for all I knew. The image of them making love to other women would not eat at my gut. I wouldn’t let it. So, why did my stomach feel full of snowballs every time my mind went in that direction?
I had to see them again, and not on a station platform. One last time, to tell them how much knowing them had meant to me. That I’d never had a better fuck—or two—and that I’d fantasize about them even after senility set in. If they called me sentimental, I’d tell them I’d only come to figure out who was who. They’d believe that.
I threw back the covers and got up. I didn’t have to turn on the light to find my robe. After slipping the key to my compartment into the pocket, I went into the hallway.
Their cabin was in the next car, but I’d have to get a steward to let me in. I had to pass through a few more cars before I found someone. Not a steward, but an old woman in a maid’s uniform. She sat dozing in a little alcove at the end of the train. When she spotted me, her eyes went wide, and she stood.
I held out my hands to reassure her. “Hilfe, bitte.”
She didn’t answer, didn’t give any indication that she understood what I’d said. Who in hell knew what languages she understood, but she must have heard a German passenger ask for help. I gestured behind me, back toward the car with the men’s cabin, and then crooked a finger to request she follow me. That much she got, and she nodded.
We made it all the way to my destination without anyone spotting us. I stopped in front of the guys’ door and pantomimed turning a key and then a doorknob. The maid stared back, and her expression turned suspicious.
“Ich habe mein…” Shit, what was German for key? I acted out my little charade again. “Vergessen, verloren.”
Forgotten or lost. Didn’t matter. The message wasn’t getting through. I pointed at the lock again. “Perdu, perdito.”
What was the point? If she didn’t understand German, she wouldn’t understand French or Spanish, and I knew even less of them than I did German. Finally, I pointed at myself with both hands and then gestured emphatically toward the doorway. She had to know I wanted to go inside.
My meaning registered, but her response was to shake her head and back away, muttering something in a Slavic language. I caught her hand and kept her from leaving, and my mind raced. She stared at my fingers and the diamond ring I’d bought myself as consolation for not having a fiancé to get one for me.
Shit, that little bauble had cost me a bundle. Still, if it would get her to open the door, I’d use it. I twisted the treasure off, placed it in her palm and closed her fist around it. She hesitated for a couple of seconds and then nodded. I’d made the very first bribe of my life.
She pulled a collection of keys from her pocket, selected one, then turned the lock for me. Before I’d even gotten inside, she’d scurried back down the hallway and disappeared.
Once inside their compartment, I didn’t have to let my vision adjust to darkness as the bedside lamp illuminated a scene I’d never in my life expected to witness. Tom stood in the center of the room with Nigel on his knees before him as he sucked Tom’s huge erection deep into his mouth. His own cock—the smaller of the two, but still quite large—stood stiffly away from his body, and he pumped it as he worked Tom’s shaft with his other fist.
I must have gasped in surprise, because Nigel removed his lips from Tom’s hard-on and looked in my direction.
“Fuck, man, why did you stop?” Tom opened his eyes and found me. The three of us stood, staring at each other, Nigel’s fingers still on two impressive tools. My pussy let loose a tiny waterfall of heat, dampening my thighs. It wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. I, on the other hand, could happily have withered to nothing and slid back under the door.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I didn’t know. That is, I had no idea…”
Well, shit, I’d interrupted a blow job, and a very nice one, judging from the livid color of Tom’s cock. Nigel’s looked as if it was ready to cream, too. At least, neither man went soft. That would have put the icing on this disaster.
“What you guys do in privacy is none of my business.” Damn, the moment should have been private. “I’ll just leave you to it.”
“Don’t go,” Tom said.
Nigel glanced up at his friend, and then, his face broke into a grin. He turned to me. “Want to watch, love?”
My knees wobbled, and another gush of moisture coated my pussy lips. “Yes. I think I do.”
Nigel went back to work, sliding his lips over Tom’s cock. Tom groaned his pleasure and put a hand on Nigel’s head to steady himself. I slipped my hand inside my robe and raised the hem of my nightgown so that I could touch myself. My clit had already become erect, and as I rubbed it, my pussy clenched. I wouldn’t last long before I climaxed.
Tom closed his eyes in bliss and moved his hips. I hadn’t seen the look of passion on either of their faces before, hadn’t watched the near grimace of spiraling excitement. Nigel appeared concentrated on sucking as much of his friend’s tool as he could, but a white drop of pre-ejaculate appeared on the head of his cock. While Tom’s shaft glistened with moisture from Nigel�
��s caress, Nigel smoothed his own lubricant into his skin. The whole scene felt unreal. The dim light from the lamp might have shone on nothing more than an erotic film—the bodies of two strangers about to explode in orgasm. But, these weren’t strangers. Both of these men had fucked me and fucked me well. Tonight, I learned every cue to teasing these fabulous men with my fingers, lips and tongue. How Tom trembled when Nigel grazed the underside of the swollen head of his cock and circled his tongue around the rim. How Nigel’s flesh jerked against his hand as he stroked himself from balls to tip and back again.
My fingers seemed to take on a life of their own as they flew furiously over my hypersensitive clit. And thank goodness for that. I had to watch my lovers at the ultimate moment, and I needed to reach the pinnacle with them. I thrust two fingers into my pussy, my hand making wet sounds as it moved. That hot moisture went back onto my clit as the orgasm loomed just out of my reach. It would take me, and soon. I kept up the pressure, firm circles over the tip of my bud. The way I liked it best.
A few feet away, Tom grunted. “Oh shit, now. I’m gonna come. Fuck yeah, now!”
Nigel pulled Tom’s cock out of his mouth but kept stroking. Had he done that so I could watch? Before I could begin to wonder, Tom growled, and his body went rigid. His hips thrust forward a few times. Violent movements beyond control. Then, a spray of semen gushed from him. It hit Nigel’s hand and his chest. Even the floor.
Nigel growled, too. He rested back on his feet and clutched his cock as if he’d like to strangle it. He climaxed as hard as Tom had, in long, hot waves. The vision took me back to how they’d both hit orgasm that afternoon, and my pussy responded by tensing and then breaking into powerful spasms. I leaned against the wall and kept up the pressure on my clit until the last of the wildness ended, leaving me wet and gasping for air.
The two men fell into a pile on the floor, arms and legs tangled around each other. Smiles of peace and fulfillment settled onto their faces.
They were happy, but my stomach sank. They loved each other, obviously. They didn’t need me to express that love. I’d been a diversion. After tomorrow, I’d never see them again. At least, I’d have this memory to keep.
