Page 64 of The Escape Artist

“Yes, Sir,” Saskia breathed.

“What about you, Claire?” Kane asked.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Kiss each other again,” Kane demanded.

Saskia reached for Claire, their mouths joining once again. Ari pushed Saskia's body against Claire's, as Kane boxed her in from behind. The two men fondled their asses, pushing them closer against each other until their pussies touched. They tried to grind against each other, but they couldn't get the right angle.

Both men chuckled. Claire glanced over to find Marcus wasn't laughing. He was too busy fisting his erect cock in his hand, pumping harder and harder, his eyes locking with Claire's. She was sure he would have been looking at Saskia if she wasn't facing away from him.

Claire gasped as Kane pressed a finger inside her ass. She rocked between him and Saskia, her eyes meeting Ari's. Saskia let out a whimper, and Claire wondered if he was fingering her ass like Kane was Claire's.

Then the cream started to kick in, and both she and Saskia became more frenzied.

“Please, Master,” Saskia whimpered, catching Kane's gaze over Claire's shoulder.

He only chuckled again. Both he and Ari urged the two to continue kissing and groping, not letting either of them get off... Until finally Ari pulled Saskia off the bed, and Kane took Claire.

The men led them over to the spanking horses on shaky legs and made them each straddle one of them. The men secured them down and blindfolded them.

“You don't get to know which one of us is doing what,” Ari said. “Right now we both own both of you, is that clear girls?”

“Yes, Master,” they answered together.

“Good girls,” Kane said.

Claire jumped at the sound of a hard slap against an ass. She heard Saskia's surprised gasp which turned quickly into a moan. Then there was another hard smack.

“Stop trying to get off,” Ari said.

Was Ari the one spanking Saskia?

A hand cupped and stroked over Claire's ass. A hard smack caused her to yelp. The hand was followed by a paddle smacking each of her ass cheeks hard in turn. Was it Kane or was it Ari? Where was Marcus?

There were several chairs around the room. Maybe Marcus had chosen a closer seat since they'd left the bed. Or maybe he stood in front of them or between them.

Claire heard moaning and sucking sounds—Saskia sucking someone's cock. But neither man gave anything away. A few moments later, the same cock, wet from Saskia's attentions was thrusting in Claire's mouth. A hand gripped her hair pushing her down on his cock.

Her pussy throbbed, hungry to be filled. As if to answer that need, someone thrust inside her. Whoever it was let out a groan of pleasure and gripped her hips, pounding into her. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as her pleasure mounted higher.

Then she heard another sucking sound. Someone was fucking Saskia's mouth. So Marcus must be in play. Not only could Claire not tell who was fucking her cunt and who was fucking her mouth, but there were three possibilities now. She was sure it wouldn't be Marcus. Though the idea didn't trouble her like she thought it should. She was too turned on for that.

A hand landed hard on her ass as if whoever it was watched her and knew she was thinking too much.

“Be a good little whore and come for me.” It was Kane. She was so close. He drove into her harder until she moaned around the cock still in her mouth and came. Kane came a moment later inside her. Then whoever was inside her mouth came down her throat, his hand stroking the side of her face.

“Good girl,” Ari said.

Both men pulled out of her. Then four hands were on her, stroking her back, her hair, her ass. Soothing gentle caresses. The blindfold was removed as she finished coming down from her orgasm.

She could see Saskia now, still blindfolded, Marcus thrusting into her mouth. Ari and Kane both started to stroke her, fingering her pussy and her asshole while she moaned and jerked.

“Yes, come like a good whore,” Kane said, clearly his favorite phrase in the world to say.

But those words unmade her, causing her to buck and writhe, her panting breathes coming harder and harder around Marcus's cock. He groaned and came down her throat, then his cock slipped from her mouth.

Saskia screamed as Ari thrust inside her, already hard and ready again. Kane was next to her ear. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Finish for us now. Claire is watching.”

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