Page 109 of Tell Me What You Want

I do as he says, and an instant later, I feel him undoing the zipper of my sequined dress, which falls to the floor in a pool around my feet. I’m completely nude before Björn, and my breasts rise and fall fitfully. Eric kisses my neck.

“Offer him your breasts.”

I step up, and Björn touches my breasts and imbibes from them. First one and then the other. Eric is behind me, and he pushes me with care so that I literally fall on Björn’s face. Björn grabs my breasts, brings them together, and sticks both nipples at once in his mouth. Eric rubs my ass and gives me a little lash. Then he slips his hand to my wet slit and inserts a finger inside me.

Heat engulfs my body, and I begin to burn. These two touch me however they want, and I love it. When I think I’m going to explode, I realize Eric has stopped touching me and is now situated behind the couch.

“Jude ... climb onto the couch.”

I’m obedient and do what he says.

“Now I want you to offer the most intimate part of you to Björn and let him taste it.”

Björn rests his head on the back of the couch. With one leg on either side of his shoulders, I move so he can grab me greedily around the thighs and bring me down to him. My vagina is resting completely on his mouth, and he begins to pleasure the most intimate part of me. His mouth flies from one side to the other.

Eric is in front of me, watching. I can see yearning in his shiny gaze, and that turns me on even more. He’s loving what he sees; his breathing has become irregular. Finally, he steps up to the couch, brings me to him, kissing me while Björn continues his pillaging. Björn slides a finger inside and, while his tongue loops my clit, begins to pump in and out of me.

The heat is rising and rising inside me. I feel like some delicious toy in the hands of these men. I love what they’re doing to me.

“You’re my pleasure ... Give me more, sweetness.”

I let loose with a devastating cry as I come on Björn’s mouth.

My sex is pulsating. It’s trying to absorb Björn’s finger. “Just like that, beautiful. Scream your heart out and come for us.”

At that moment, a woman settles in to watch us. I recognize her. It’s Marisa de la Rosa! She watches for several minutes while I continue to skim Björn’s mouth and he continues to pump his finger in and out of me, making me moan over and over. Worked up because of what I’m doing, Marisa lies down on a nearby easy chair and begins her own game.

Just then, Eric signals for Björn to stop and picks up my dress. He has me come down off the couch, and the three of us walk toward a door in the back of the room. My heart is hammering as I walk naked between the two of them; my sex pulses. As we walk, I notice several others who scream with pleasure from their games. When we get to the door, Eric stops.

We enter a smaller room with a bed and a couch. I’m more excited by the minute. Eric leaves my dress on the bed and sits on the couch. He calls me over, turns me around, and sits me on his lap. He opens my legs, bends them, and offers me. Without a word, Björn kneels, gets comfortable between my legs, and commences his attack.

“Just like that, Jude ... In our intimacy, I want you to be available to me always. I’m your master and you, my master. Only I can make an offering of you. Only I can open your legs for others. Only I ...” Eric said.

“Yes ... Only you. Play with me,” I whisper.

I realize that what I’m saying is pure madness, but it’s what I want. I want him to offer me. I want to submit to what he asks. I want everything.

“You’re driving me mad, love. Oh ... God ...! I love to feel that you’re mine in every sense. I want you to love this. I want you to explore and be explored. I want to fuck you, and I want you to be fucked. I want so much from you, love, that you scare me.”

His words make me gasp and twist. I feel Eric’s erection against my ass while this other man—the only thing I know about him is that his name is Björn—sweeps my sex with his tongue.

My orgasm is knocking at the door.

“Do you want more?” asks Eric.

“Yes ... oh yes ...”

On hearing my response, Eric gets up. Björn and I do likewise. Eric takes me by the hand and sits me on the bed. He talks to Björn, then to me.

“I’m about to make your fantasies come true, love.”

They’re now completely nude before me, and I get a look at their potent and alert penises. Eric stays put when Björn comes back to me.

“Lie down on the bed and open your legs, beautiful.”

I look over at Eric; he nods, and I do it. Naked, my nipples hard, I lie in the very center of the bed, look up, and discover the ceiling is covered with mirrors.

Like a Nordic god, Eric climbs onto the bed and brings his mouth to mine.

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