Page 91 of Her Sweet Surrender
But that was part of her wicked plan.
With Sir’s cock still deep in her pussy, she leaned over and started licking and sucking on Rytsar’s cock, making it spring back to life. It didn’t take long before it was hard and ready for her.
She disengaged from Sir to straddle Rytsar, encasing him in her warmth while she teased Sir’s shaft.
She did this several times, the seductive challenge of the ice-cold vodka and her warm mouth making both men crazy for her.
Greedy for their dual attention, Brie slipped the material of her dress off her shoulders, exposing her full breasts to them. She lay between them, resting her head on their cuffed hands, and told them to suck on her breasts while she wrapped her hands around their shafts and stroked them at the same time.
It was gloriously sensual to feel the tug on her nipples while feeling the strength of their erections as she played with them. It was a heady experience, and Brie felt the first flutters of an impending orgasm.
However, she wasn’t ready to give in to it yet, anxious to be pounded by both men.
Brie asked Rytsar to lie on his back with his head near the edge of the mattress while Sir stood at the side of the bed. She then leaned against the bed, her breasts dangling above Rytsar’s mouth while she begged Sir to fuck her.
The Russian began sucking on one nipple while pinching the other between his fingers, making Brie moan in pleasure.
Sir lifted the material of her dress with his free hand, exposing her naked ass. He slapped it, the sexy sound of the contact echoing through the room.
Brie let out an excited cry as Sir plowed into her, possessing her with his cock and showing no mercy after her extended teasing. It didn’t take long before the flutters of her climax became powerful contractions as she came forcefully around his shaft.
Sir pulled out, slapping her ass again, demanding to change places.
Brie happily agreed, watching in pleasure as the men navigated exchanging positions still bound in the cuffs.
When they were ready, Brie leaned over Sir. He immediately grasped her right breast in his free hand and began sucking hard on the left. The aggressive manner in which he played with her turned her on even more.
Rytsar grasped her waist with one hand and thrust into her, stealing away her breath with the depth of his penetration. He released her waist and fisted her long hair, pulling her head back. “Now, you will experience my final gift to you,radost moya.”
Brie closed her eyes, willingly giving her body over to his desire.
Rytsar’s strokes were deep and demanding, making her forget everything except the pleasurable tugging on her nipples as Sir played with them.
When Rytsar ramped up his thrusts, the dual stimulation quickly became too much. Brie moaned in extreme pleasure as she came around his shaft, milking it hard with her inner muscles.
Rytsar let out a roar as he pulled out of her, too close to coming.
Acting on her own desire, Brie knelt on the floor. Both men understood what she wanted without being asked and stood on either side of her, still connected by the cuffs. She took their cocks in her hands and looked up at them as she stroked their shafts.
Opening her mouth in invitation, Brie was soon rewarded with the warmth of their come as they covered her with their seed.
It was a wholly possessive feeling to have both men come at the same time, accentuating the power she always felt when she was on her knees.
On the walk home, Brie reflected on the evening. Every detail of the night had been a carefully orchestrated gift to her.
With each dish, Rytsar had opened up a little more about himself to her. From the appetizer, which was a part of his childhood, to the soup that had started a discussion about Rytsar’s past history with Sir. They led up to the main dish which uncovered the beginning of Brie and Sir.
All of it had been for her…
However, the greatest gift had been Rytsar giving her free reign over him tonight.
Brie understood the significance of that gift coming from the burly, dominant Russian, and she was profoundly humbled by it.
It was the ultimate act of trust.
This Moment
Brie woke up to Sir calling out from the bathroom. “What is the meaning of this?”
