Page 104 of Corruption

“Shit. There you are, Mitya. How did you disappear so fast?” he says. “I’m sorry, Kiya. I literally turned my back for two seconds to look for some eggs and he was gone.”

“Where’s the nanny?” I ask.

Isaak and Mitya exchange a glance before both give me sheepish looks. I frown, and even though he towers over me and is almost as tall as my dad, Isaak looks like the young boy I met five years ago. Younger even.

“See… what happened…”

“I don’t want to know,” I decide.

Isaak shrugs and says, “I sent her home early and told her to take a few days off with pay since I’m back for break. It really was two—”

“It’s okay. He does it to me, your aunt, and uncle all the time”

“Still.”

Isaak bends down to pick up Mitya and swings him onto his hip in a way that I can’t anymore. One day I could still do it, and the next I couldn’t. It seems like just yesterday Mitya was so tiny and barely fit curled in one of my arms.

“Come on, Mitya. Let’s go finish making our pre-dinner snack.”

Isaak and Mitya disappear down the hall and then down one of the three sets of stairs in the house speaking in Russian, a language my son has a better grasp on at four-years-old when he’s just started speaking full sentences while also learning to talk in two other languages while I can still only speak a few phrases, though I can understand what’s being said when someone else is speaking it.

With Isaak keeping Mitya occupied, I make my way to our sex playroom and wait for either Nadia or Alik to notice I’m here. There are cameras set up here that only connect to the phones belonging to the three of us. A push button notification comes up when one of us enters during the day and is a signal for one of us or both to come join if they want. And if they push the button…

I go over to where we keep the vibrators and choose one that has a suctioning end that can make me come in seconds. I make sure it’s fully charged, toss it on the bed, and then turn directly to the camera and smile as I strip naked. Then I turn with a little swing to my hips and crawl on the bed, making sure that if Nadia or Alik is watching, they get a good view of my ass before I lay on my back on one of my elbows, turn on the toy, and put it to my clit.

Just the lowest suction is a lot, and as sensitive as my cunt is from the medical hormone cocktail I’m on, the toy lives up to the promise from its marketing, and I’m coming in seconds. But I want more. I need more. Hopefully Nadia or Alik or (hopefully) both will come to give it to me.

The toy is building me up to a second orgasm when the door opens and in walks Nadia.

“I thought you had a final project to turn in,” she says as she sashays over to me.

“I do. But I couldn’t concentrate.”

“And why is that, Pretty Girl?” she purrs. The nickname still makes me grow hot every time she says it like that five years later.

“Because I kept daydreaming about being naked with my cunt spread just like this.”

“With a toy between your legs?”

“No,” I say, tossing the toy to the side. “It was for just in case you all didn’t answer my call.”

“So what did you daydream about doing naked with your cunt spread. Hm?”

“Of you with your strap-on. The one with the ridged sides.”

“Oh?”

“And you pounding into my cunt.”

“Really?”

“With Alik’s cock pounding into my cunt at the same time.”

“That’s one hell of a daydream.” Alik voice comes from the intercom connected to the room that we had installed so we could hear Mitya when he was a baby and mostly sleeping through the night but still waking up every now and then.

“You’re not coming down?” I say with a pout.

“Sorry, Kitten. Can’t get away. In a virtual meeting and trying to figure out how to deal with someone without just murdering them.”

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