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“Deeper,” Sven commanded. “I want to see your tongue disappear inside her ass.”

Shame burned through me, but I obeyed. I pressed my tongue more firmly against Camille’s opening, feeling it give way as I pushed inside. Camille moaned loudly, the sound muffled against my own flesh as she continued to lavish attention on my most private areas.

The dual sensations of penetrating Camille with my tongue while her tongue explored my own anus were overwhelming. My pussy clenched and throbbed, desperate for attention. I could feel my arousal coating my thighs, evidence of my body’s betrayal.

“Look at how wet they’re getting,” Sven said to the camera. “These are two eager little sluts you have here, Monsieur.”

As if in silent agreement to get it over with, Camille and I moved closer to each other, then, our bodies pressed firmly together in spite of the awkward position. I tried to focus solely on the task at hand, to lose myself in the act of pleasuring Camille and forget about the camera, about Sven and Erik watching us, about the larger implications of what we were doing.

I ran my tongue along the length of Camille’s slit, tasting the tang of her arousal. Her hips bucked against my face, and I felt her moan vibrate against my own sex as she redoubled her efforts. The dual sensations of giving and receiving pleasure were overwhelming, making my head spin and my body tremble.

Camille’s tongue found my clit, circling it with exquisite pressure. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. Not to be outdone, I sealed my lips around her swollen bud, sucking gently as I flicked my tongue across it. Camille’s thighs tensed around my head, her breath coming in short, sharp pants against my pussy.

I lost myself in the rhythm of it all—the slide of my tongue against Camille’s slick folds, the pressure of her mouth on my most sensitive areas, the building tension in my core. The shame and fear that had consumed me moments ago faded into the background, replaced by a desperate need for release.

Camille came first, her body going rigid against mine as she cried out. The vibrations of her moan sent shockwaves through my pussy, pushing me over the edge as well. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, making me shake and whimper against Camille’s sex.

But we couldn’t stop. Sven had ordered three orgasms each, and I knew the consequences of disobedience would be severe. So even as the aftershocks of my climax still rippled through me, I resumed my shameful ministrations to Camille’s pussy.

Our second orgasms came quickly, our bodies still hypersensitive from the first round. I felt Camille’s inner walls flutter against my tongue as she came again, her juices flooding my mouth. Almost simultaneously, her clever tongue brought me to another peak, making me see stars behind my closed eyelids.

By the time we approached our third orgasms, every nerve in my body felt like a live wire. Each touch, each lick, each gentle suck sent jolts of almost painful pleasure through me. I was dimly aware that I was making high, keening noises, but I couldn’t seem to stop.

Camille’s tongue delved inside me, then she sucked hard on my clit, the dual stimulation sending me hurtling toward my third climax. I mirrored her actions, desperate to bring her over the edge with me. I felt Sven’s hand on my head again, and I realized he must be doing the same to Camille, pushing our faces into each other’s hot, wet depths.

As I soared over the edge into my third orgasm, I thought I felt myHerrastroke my head gently, just for a moment, as if to remind me that he—the real Sven—still lay inside the cruel dominant he had to pretend to be.

“That’s it, girls,” Erik said. “That’s just what a man like Monsieur Beaumont likes to see his fuck toys do.”

CHAPTER27

Mary

“Alright,” Sven told him. “You can stop filming.”

A beep sounded from the camera.

“Now can we fuck their cunts and their asses?” Erik asked. “I got hard again watching that.”

I trembled as I heard Sven’s response, my body still quivering from the intensity of my last orgasm.

“I’m hard again too,” myHerragrowled, his voice thick with lust. “We should definitely use these little whores thoroughly while we wait for Beaumont’s response. I want to enjoy both of them before we have to hand them over to that trillionaire bastard.”

My heart raced at his words. I tried desperately to remind myself that Sven was acting this way to help solidify our cover story. This wasn’t really him—it was all part of the mission. But to my dismay and shame, I found myself losing the ability to distinguish between the act and reality.

Sven’s large hands gripped my hips, roughly flipping me onto my front, on all fours. The coarse horse blanket scratched against my tender skin, a sharp counterpoint to the lingering pleasure still thrumming through my body. I craned my face over my shoulder and gazed up at him, my vision blurry with unshed tears. I saw no trace of the gentle man who had held me so tenderly just hours before. His blue eyes were cold and predatory as they raked over my naked form.

“Arch your back, slut,” he commanded, his voice harsh. “Show me that needy little cunt of yours.”

I obeyed without hesitation, my back bending and my hips rising as if of their own accord. My cheeks burned with humiliation as I exposed myself so wantonly, but I couldn’t deny the pulse of arousal that shot through me at Sven’s commanding tone.

Beside me, I heard Camille whimper as Erik manhandled her into a similar position. The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the stable, followed by Camille’s cry of pain and Erik’s dark chuckle. “That’s it, whore. Arch your back and present that ass to me.”

Sven’s massive frame loomed over me. I could see the thick outline of his erection straining against his jeans, and my mouth went dry with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He unfastened his belt slowly, the soft clink of metal unnaturally loud in the charged atmosphere of the stable.

“Please,” I whispered, not sure if I was begging him to stop or to hurry. My body trembled with need, even as my mind recoiled at the thought of being used so roughly.

Sven’s hand cracked across my face, the sharp sting of the slap bringing fresh tears to my eyes. “Did I say you could speak, cunt?” he snarled. “The only sounds I want to hear from you are screams and moans.”

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