by Red Phoenix
“Rytsar needs refreshment.”
“Da, I do,” the Russian growled, licking his lips seductively.
Brie smiled. “What would you like, Rytsar?”
“Chilled vodka…and you.”
“I’ll have the same,” Sir stated.
Brie stood up, her heart racing as she bowed to Sir. “If it pleases you, Master.”
She left both men on the beach and walked back into Rytsar’s home. Brie had a soft spot for his beach house. He had taken her to this place after he’d won her bid at the Submissive Training Center auction. At the time, she’d had no idea he spoke English and could understand every word she’d said.
The sexy Russian had wanted to play out the warrior fantasy she’d written in class. He had taken her simple fantasy and transformed it into a real-life experience.
Brie had lived out every emotion, as well as the physical aspects, of the fantasy she had written. Rytsar had left her breathless and totally captivated by the end of that evening. She’d never forgotten that night or the passion he had inspired in her at this beach house.
Brie thought back on it as she poured two generous shots of Rytsar’s favorite vodka and put several pickles on a small glass plate for them. She picked up two glasses of vodka in one hand and the plate in the other, then turned to rejoin the Doms, but stopped short when she saw both men standing just outside the kitchen area.
“Kneel,” Sir commanded.
She gracefully lowered herself to the marble floor as she’d been taught and then bowed her head in reverence.
Sir and Rytsar each took a shot glass and a pickle from her plate. Brie heard the clink of the glasses as the two men silently toasted each other, low chuckles filling the room.
Oh, these two were experts at teasing her! Not knowing what they were planning had Brie wet with anticipation.
“We are retiring to the bedroom, radost moya,” Rytsar explained.
Sir then added his command. “Join us after you take a shot of vodka yourself, and undress.”
Brie watched them leave and smiled to herself. Serving both Doms at the same time was a submissive’s dream.
She dutifully poured herself a shot and threw it back before consuming a small, delightfully sour, dill pickle. The smooth vodka quickly warmed her insides, making her feel even friskier.
Taking off her bikini, she laid it on the counter before approaching Rytsar’s closed bedroom door.
Brie was surprised to find the door shut and knocked softly. “Master?”
“You may enter, téa.”
She unconsciously held her breath as she opened the door and walked inside. Letting out her breath slowly, Brie took in the sight of both men standing beside each other in all their naked glory.
Brie loved Sir’s masculine body. He was tall, with a head of dark hair and that sexy five o’clock shadow that outlined his chiseled jaw. Dark hair covered his toned chest and framed his impressive shaft, which happened to be the most handsome cock she’d ever seen.
Rytsar was Sir’s perfect counterpart. Equally tall, he had no hair on his head. No, the Russian was sexy bald, with a strong jaw and riveting blue eyes. His broad chest and ripped abs complemented that majestic dragon tattoo on his left shoulder, which now bore her name.
“Do you remember the gift I purchased for you but we never had the chance to use, radost moya?” Rytsar asked.
Being that he was an extremely generous man, Brie was embarrassed to find herself at a loss. She looked to Sir for help, but he only smiled at her.
“I’m sorry, Rytsar,” she admitted, blushing intensely. “I do not.”
Both men stepped sideways, revealing the sex machine set on the floor behind them.
Brie squeaked in surprised delight, remembering the extravagant gift Rytsar had surprised her with when Sir had been in the hospital. It was known for giving women multiple orgasms because of the dual stimulation of its vibration and rotation. The machine itself looked similar to a leather saddle that a woman could “ride” and it was completely customizable.
For today’s session, Rytsar had attached a large, chocolate brown phallus to the machine she would straddle. The cock was realistic looking and intimidating in its girth.
“You want me to ride that?”
“Da,” Rytsar said with a wicked grin…
Cocky Russian
Although the size of the shaft on the machine had her feeling trembly and weak-kneed, she still very much wanted to try it.
“Come, téa,” Sir said, holding his hand out to her.
Brie walked forward and grasped her Master’s hand for support. She noticed that the cock had already been prepared for her and was liberally coated with lubricant. She gave a nervous giggle as she settled above it and slowly descended onto the huge head of the shaft.
Biting her lip, Brie forced her muscles to relax to encourage the invasion of the giant phallus.
“That’s it,” Rytsar growled huskily as the dark shaft slowly disappeared into her pussy.
Brie knelt on the floor, straddling the machine with the shaft deep inside her.
The position gave her the ability to grind against the cock as if it were real.
Rytsar held up a set of controls. “Now for the fun.”
He turned on the power. The machine buzzed loudly, and Brie felt the vibration from her pussy all the way deep inside. She closed her eyes and began grinding against the toy, enjoying the unique stimulation it was creating.
That’s when the Russian sadist turned the power up. Her eyes popped open as her entire body was rocked by the intense vibration.
“Oh, my God!”
Sir took the controls from Rytsar and stared at her lustfully as he turned the other dial. Brie’s eyes widened as the cock began rotating in a circle—the huge shaft rubbing against her G-spot in slow, rhythmic motions.
Rytsar chuckled lustfully. “Now she understands the power behind the stallion.”
Brie held her breath when her body suddenly tensed, readying for an orgasm. “Permission to come?” she begged, knowing she could not prevent it.
“That is the plan, téa,” Sir answered smoothly. “Come for your Master.”
Brie felt tremendous relief because the intensity of the machine-created climax was building with each rotation as her entire pussy shook from the vibration.
She closed her eyes and let the sensation take over…
Both men groaned when she threw her head back, screaming in passion as her body shuddered in the throes of a powerful orgasm.
Thankfully, Sir turned off the machine afterward, giving her sensitive clit time to recover.
She sat there looking up at both men, breathing hard and smiling like a kid. “That was freakin’ amazing!”
“Good,” Sir said, leaning down to cup her chin before kissing her. “We plan to make you come repeatedly with it.”
Brie’s heart skipped a beat. She knew from experience that multiple orgasms could prove just as challenging as orgasm denial.
However, she felt up for the challenge.
Rytsar positioned himself on her left and Sir on her right, their shafts hard and ready for her oral skills.
Sir turned the machine back on and commanded, “Open.”
Brie grasped his cock and kept her eyes on him as she took his shaft into her mouth. Sir moved her hair to the side and held it there, so he could watch. She took his shaft as deeply as she could, then pulled back, trying again.
“That’s it, téa…”
Brie swallowed, allowing the head of his shaft to travel slowly down her throat. She took him deeper and deeper until her lips touched the very base of his shaft. Once there, she began rocking gently back and forth, letting her throat caress his cock with its tight constriction.
The movement of her mouth, in unison with the rhythmic stimulation of her G-spot from the wicked cock inside her, caused an orgasm so intense that she had to stop deep-throating him when she came.
Brie grinned up at Sir afterward a
nd apologized.
Rytsar, who was obviously turned on by watching her, demanded in a gruff voice, “I want that mouth.”
Brie turned her head toward the Russian.
“Take him down your throat while you stroke my cock,” Sir ordered.
Brie sucked in several deep breaths before opening her mouth and taking Rytsar between her lips and relaxing her throat. Rytsar fisted her hair, guiding her movements while he slowly thrust his cock into her mouth.
Brie managed to keep stroking Sir’s cock with her hand despite the added distraction of the machine’s intense stimulation. Rytsar went excruciatingly slow as he forced his shaft down her throat. The Russian watched her hungrily as he let go of her hair and she pulled back to catch her breath.
She licked and nibbled the sides of his cock before encasing the head of his shaft again. Both men watched in rapt attention as her lips slowly moved from the head of his cock down to its base as she took his entire shaft down her throat.
Brie willingly became his vessel of pleasure when Rytsar roared in pleasure, fisting her hair again as he began fucking her mouth.
The fact was, the feel of his cock pumping in and out of her mouth complemented the movement of the cock rotating inside her, and she came again, moaning against his shaft as she climaxed.
He forced her to hold still, then commanded her to stop, playfully scolding her for almost taking him over the edge.
Brie loved hearing that she had brought Rytsar that close to losing control.
She turned her attention back on Sir, keeping her hand on Rytsar’s cock so she could pleasure him while sucking her Master. The low, guttural sound of Sir’s pleasure when she took him back into her mouth made Brie gush, covering the sexy machine with her excitement.
Sir pulled out, then pushed his cock slowly back into her mouth, running his fingers through her hair. “My good girl…”
Sir’s praise had a physical effect on her because she instantly came again.
Rytsar smirked. “It seems radost moya enjoys the stallion. We could switch out the cock for a more challenging double penetration attachment, moy droog.”
Sir looked down at Brie with open desire and shook his head. “No, I prefer doing DP the old-fashioned way, old friend.”
Brie nodded enthusiastically with Sir’s cock still in her mouth.
“Agreed, comrade,” Rytsar growled huskily. “But I need more sucking from those lips before we release her from the stallion.”
“Then I shall play with her body, while téa pleases you.”
Brie dutifully returned her attention to Rytsar.
Sir knelt beside her and whispered in her ear, “I enjoy watching you in action while I explore your body.”
Brie closed her eyes, concentrating on her Master’s touch as she pleasured Rytsar with her oral talents.
Sir caressed and tugged on her nipples, ordering in a seductive voice, “Grind on the machine.”
Brie moaned around Rytsar’s cock as she pressed her wet pussy against the vibrating machine, forcing the phallus even deeper inside her. Chills ran through Brie as her body tensed for another climax—but when this one hit, it didn’t seem to end.
When Brie finally pulled back from Rytsar’s cock to take a breath, Sir grabbed her breasts in both hands and descended on a nipple, sucking hard as she continued to grind against the machine.
She cried out in blissful pleasure, the multiple points of stimulation driving her absolutely crazy. “Oh, my God! I…can’t…stop coming.”
Both men chuckled, enjoying her heightened state of arousal.
“Look at me, radost moya,” Rytsar commanded.
Brie gazed up at him with tears in her eyes—it felt so good.
“Do you like my cocky gift?”
She nodded, coming again as he asked.
Sir turned off the machine, but Brie’s whole body continued to buzz from the ghosts of the vibration. He helped her disengage from it and Rytsar picked her weakened body up, carrying her to the bathroom to clean Brie in preparation for their next scene.
Brie was already flying high from her ride on the machine and squeaked when he touched her clit in the process of cleaning her.
“Are we sensitive?” he asked with a wicked grin.
Knowing he was a sadist, Brie was reluctant to tell him the truth but knew better than to deny it. “Yes, Rytsar.”
He raised an eyebrow as he fingered her pussy. “Your pussy is burning hot, radost moya. I must fuck it now!” he declared, carrying her back into the bedroom where Sir was waiting for them on the oversized bed.
Rytsar set her down on it and joined her. He lay on his back and pulled her onto him. Brie straddled Rytsar like she had the machine. Rubbing her pussy over his cock, she could still feel the echoes of its vibration as she coated Rytsar’s hard shaft with her excitement.
When he could take no more, the Russian guided his cock into her, grunting as he thrust. “Oh, you are fiery hot!” He grabbed the back of her head, kissing her forcefully on the lips as he thrust deeper into her.
Sir changed positions, moving behind Brie. “Your ass calls to your Master, téa.”
Brie felt butterflies start when Sir began caressing her buttocks. Soon, the cold chill of lubricant followed as Sir slowly inserted his lubricated finger into her ass to help relax her inner muscles for the double penetration.
Brie then heard the slick, sexy sound of Sir lubricating his shaft. Wiping his hands, Sir tossed the hand towel to the floor and grabbed her hips. “Let me inside…”
Brie’s pussy contracted with desire, squeezing Rytsar’s shaft when Sir pressed the head of his cock against her taut opening. He slowly forced his rigid cock into her ass, causing her to cry out when he breached her opening and sank inside.
Sir threw his head back and groaned. “God, I love the feel of you.”
Brie rocked against his cock, wanting this—needing to be penetrated by both men.
She whimpered when she felt Rytsar’s teeth on her neck, giving her a sensual bite as Sir rolled his hips against her, forcing his cock deeper.
“Damn…she is extremely hot,” Sir growled, reaching around to play with her nipples, helping her body to relax and take him even deeper. A tingling chill coursed through her body when she finally took the fullness of both their cocks, her body surrendering to it.
Rytsar sought out her lips as he and Sir claimed her.
Brie’s pussy could not resist the pressure of dual cocks moving inside her, and she soon felt the telltale signs of an intense climax building.
“I’m about to come again,” she whispered.
Rytsar let out a low growl. “I’m going to pump my seed deep into your pussy when you do.”
Brie whimpered, her orgasm building to dangerous levels.
Sir responded by smacking her on the ass. The sexy sound of it echoed throughout the room, turning her on even more.
Rytsar groaned as he thrust his hips upward, forcing his cock all the way into her pussy as he gripped her ass. “Are you ready to be thoroughly fucked?”
Brie bit her lip and nodded.
The Russian pulled her down so that her torso lay on his chest while Sir repositioned himself behind her for deeper penetration. Brie screamed the first time they each gave her a full stroke in tandem. It was almost too much, but Sir commanded huskily, “Give in to it, téa.”
Sir ramped things up, coordinating his thrusts with Rytsar’s, as they released their passion on her body. Soft mews escaped Brie’s lips as the exquisite sensations they were generating took control of her body—each thrust bringing her a symphony of pleasure.
Rytsar growled hoarsely, “Come for my cock, radost moya.”
With her pussy stretched unnaturally tight by the two men, the pulsing sensation when her orgasm took hold was far more intense—and the rush of it heightened her senses.
Both men cried out as they followed her orgasm with their own, pumping her hard as they each came.
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Sir pulled out first and lay beside her while Brie continued to rest her cheek on Rytsar’s chest, listening to his heart beat rapidly. She was enjoying the stillness, floating in the unique subspace their dual penetration had evoked.
Sir’s lusty groan, coupled with a slap on the ass, caused her pussy to start pulsing and she milked Rytsar’s spent shaft with one last orgasm. Afterward, Sir pulled her to him and kissed her.
Wrapping his arms around Brie, he nuzzled her neck, holding her captive in his embrace. “I love you.”
Her heart fluttered whenever he said those three words.
“This Russian loves you, too, radost moya,” Rytsar stated, gazing at her with those intense blue eyes. “And I am about to show you how much…”
He got up from the bed and Brie watched as Rytsar opened his toy chest and went through it. He meticulously laid out each item one by one in a neat row on his dresser—a set of nipple clamps, a pair of cuffs, a bejeweled butt plug, a spreader bar, and his wicked cat o’ nines.
Brie stared at the array of tools, her heart beating faster.
Sir leaned over and nibbled her ear. “Téa, are you ready for our next round?”
Oh, yes…please.
Brie headed back to Rytsar’s bedroom after finishing Hope’s early morning five o’clock feeding, wanting to sleep a few more hours. She was thoroughly exhausted after yesterday’s energetic play session.
She noticed Rytsar was missing from the bed when she entered the bedroom, but the bathroom door was slightly ajar.
Naturally curious after spotting a glimpse of him, she walked closer to peek through the doorway.
Rytsar stood at the sink with a towel wrapped around his waist as he shaved his head. He was so focused on the task that he didn’t notice her standing there.
His movements were slow and meticulous as he dragged the razor over his scalp and cleaned off the blade before making another pass.
The entire time, he stared intently into the mirror as if he were seeing someone. Brie imagined it must be Tatianna, and tears came to her eyes.
She suddenly understood that ever since Tatianna’s death, Rytsar started each day like this, shaving his head in mourning of her.