by Nikki Sex
It was like gazing into a mirror – André's right hand went to her left buttock, pulling her toward him, and his left hand gripped her left breast. Simultaneously Kurt's left hand went to her right buttock, pulling her toward him, and his right hand gripped her right breast.
Carmen melted into them.
In chorus together, their mouths latched on to her breasts, swirling hot velvet tongues over her, nuzzling and suckling. Carmen's core tightened with every erotic suck. Both men had large, powerful frames, both radiated heat and animal hunger for her.
White-hot lust simultaneously zapped every nerve ending she had.
Carmen gave a strangled moan.
Thick male fingertips squeezed and plumped, sending trails of burning sensation over her tender flesh. Enlarged and heavy, her tits ached with need. So, so sensitive!
Then each man took a breast in their mouth, the dark and the light, and together they nipped her aching nipples, in a stinging bite of pleasure pain. She saw them working her as she looked down, and she saw them in the mirror near the bed, their heads bobbing in unison.
"Oh, God!" Carmen gasped and her pussy clenched and flooded. Her pulse quickened further and she inhaled in a gasp, astonished by the erotic sight and pleasure created by these two gorgeous men.
Carmen watched them smile at her shameless response, their lips against her tan flesh, as they laved and suckled, once more acting like some sort of sexually identically performing twins. Her whole body tightened and clenched, she felt drugged with pleasure.
The two men looked at each other and some telepathic message appeared to pass between them.
They continued to torment Carmen's breasts and nipples with their mouths, but Kurt's right hand lowered, trailing down her stomach until it was between her legs. She parted them further, easing his access. Kurt slipped a finger deep inside her empty aching cleft until it was buried up to his fist. Smooth and slick, she felt him move easily inside her.
"Ah, oh, ah…" she panted. Kurt drew his finger out again, and then pushed back in, only this time with two fingers.
Carmen gave a deep moan, and her knees felt weak.
"Look at me, Carmen," Kurt commanded in a thick, husky voice. Her eyes flew to his face at that order.
Kurt's intent lust-filled gaze was so hot that Carmen wanted to sing hallelujah. He owned her. She was not just his property, but his most treasured possession. When they had first met they had discovered instant sexual chemistry.
It had become much more than that. Now she craved him.
Once she would have been afraid of such need and dependence on anyone. Not anymore. Kurt had opened Carmen's whole world to trust and happiness and dark erotic pleasures.
He had set her free.
Right then she couldn’t think of one thing in the world that she wouldn't do for Kurt Nielsen.
"You are pleasing your Dom by remaining still," he said. "Good girl."
These words of praise caused an intense rush of mental euphoria to add to her physical ecstasy. Her entire being reacted with profound, visceral joy. For Carmen, pleasing her Dom was the ultimate.
"You will not move," he added, "but I want you to come for us, Carmen. Let's see it. Right now," he ordered. As he spoke his thumb pressed against her clit.
With her senses assaulted beyond reason, mindless to her body's desire and her Dom's command, Carmen came.
32. Ménage à Trois
Oh my God, Carmen suddenly realized. This is all about me. They both are concentrating on pleasing me.
This realization made her suddenly want to cry with emotional happy tears. Carmen felt valued, and special, cherished by both of these men. It seemed an odd thing for them to do when her greatest joy as a submissive was in giving pleasure.
Kurt was on the bed flat on his back. Carmen was in doggy position, with one knee on either side of his legs. She had been working Kurt's cock with her mouth and her hand for some time now. Kurt had been teasing and tormented her nipples, while making erotic comments. Carmen loved working Kurt's cock, but it was André with his devil-blessed fingers and tongue that really had her attention.
André had started on her most feminine hole, spreading her wide and making approving comments in a thick French accent. Using tongue and fingers he brought her near orgasm again and again, always knowing when to stop.
"Your woman is a needy little slut, mon ami," André said. "Her empty pussy is dripping, gaping wide and ready. It begs for a man's cock."
That Frenchman and his damn accent with the sexy 's'es she thought. He's so hot. Every syllable falling from his lips coils inside my core in a liquid curl of pleasure. Fucking yum!
Carmen knew André's slut comment was meant as flattery, because of that admiring, approving way he had said it.
From time to time André slapped her cunt, making her pussy pulse and gush. Sometimes when he pushed his fingers inside, her internal muscles clamped down, latching on tightly in an involuntary physical reaction. On each occasion he gave a dark chuckle, and spoke more incomprehensible French.
André moved on to her asshole, and both his hands spread Carmen wide, from anus to slit. He was using that clever tongue of his to cause her to tremble and jerk with wicked erotic pleasure.
Kurt chuckled and pulled her hair with one hand, dragging her lips away from his dick to study her, his green eyes dark with desire. "André's good isn’t he?" he asked.
"Jesus, fuck!" Carmen gasped and Kurt laughed.
"He has a thing for a woman's ass," Kurt added. "That's why I'm letting him take yours, to start our evening off right."
"Merci, mon ami, "André murmured thickly. "Le cul de votre femme est un cadeau merveilleux."
Kurt gave Carmen a half smile and shrug in explanation. "When he gets worked up he goes very French."
"Pardon," André said. "I said your woman's ass is a wonderful gift."
André gave a number of machine-gun fast, hard spanks to her buttocks, each one sending a wave of pleasure through her, and making her lower belly tighten and her pussy throb. Then he was back to her asshole, fucking it with his tongue in rapid short strokes, and then fucking it with his thick male fingers.
Jesus Christ! Carmen wasn't sure if her eyes were crossing or simply rolling back into her head. There was every possibility that she would climax without permission, but she couldn't even speak by this point in order to ask for it.
"I think your woman is ready for us, mon ami." André exhaled in a harsh breath. "Mon Dieu, I am most certainly ready for her."
Kurt laughed. "Slide up on to me now, sweetheart," Kurt said lifting her up by the waist. His taut abdominal muscles contracted as he raised her, effortlessly taking her weight with his powerful arms. "Take my cock inside that tight sweet cunt of yours."
Carmen guided his hard male flesh to her entrance, reveling in the size and feel of him. She slid slowly down, taking him inside her, moaning and keening all the way until she was as deep as she could go.
All rational thought fled.
She had never experienced double penetration, other than via mouth and ass; or mouth and pussy. It didn’t frighten her. Right now she felt if Kurt had told her to cut out her own heart she would have, she was so needy and awed and euphoric.
"Jesus, André," Kurt said, fondling her breasts, rolling and pulling at her nipples. "Carmen has fantastic control but you sure as hell put her on the edge. Couldn't you have toned it down just this once?"
André's dark chuckle filled the room. "Your woman's command over her own body is magnifique. I make her my compliments, and yet I wanted to discover the extent of her restraint."
Carmen felt André pressing lube into her backside as he spoke, inserting a couple of fingers and pulling her ring, stretching her. Her whole body quivered from the sensation of it. There was a heavy scent of sex and male in the air, mixing with the earthy candle smell.
Kurt's biceps bunched as he easily lifted her, withdrawing his cock from her until only the head of it remained within her pu
ssy.
Carmen felt André's hot breath tickling at her ear, his hard shaft, scorching hot and silky smooth against her buttocks. "Open this luscious derriere for me, belle fille," André whispered in his seductive voice. "I want to fill your ass with my cock."
Carmen moaned, but she was already relaxed and open and utterly pliable to whatever the sexy Frenchman wanted. André held her hips as he entered her, pushing just the head of his stiff shaft in.
"Yes," she sobbed, astonished by the double pleasure of a cock in each hole. "Fuck, yes!"
"She is an anal slut, this one," André said, driving himself inside her slowly and surely, gently rocking and pushing. Soon he was all the way in, until she could feel his coarse pubic hairs on her butt cheeks and his heavy balls against her. "So hot and tight - a wondrous mount. You should join me, mon ami."
Kurt entered her then. Both men stretched her, each inside her fully, filling her body.
Wow.
More than anyone else in the whole world, both these amazing Doms knew her. They had seen that video. They cared about her. They had penetrated her heart and soul, and now they were deep inside her body. The sense of connection and completion was intense. It felt like Heaven on Earth.
Carmen was mindless with pleasure, her body fevered with need. Her pulse sped, her breath came in gasps. Her sensitive flesh tingled, and her molten core throbbed.
It was all too much: The feel of being sandwiched between two dominant men, as they absorbed her, taking what they wanted. The sight of Kurt's beautiful face, his green eyes dilated with sexual hunger, his long golden body, hard and lean beneath her, and his rough calloused fingers pulling her nipples. The remaining echo of recent sensation: André's tongue teasing her slit and the rosebud entrance to her anus.
It was erotic sub space, she decided. These two Doms had taken every ounce of her power. It had seeped away, charging them both with her energy. Each man so dominant, so commanding.
Carmen wanted to give them everything she had, and then give them even more.
André swore, and gave a voluble tirade of French. Kurt froze, moving no further. Carmen felt André's cock, a thick painful/ pleasure-filled burn inside her. Yet she could feel it jerking and throbbing. The man had almost climaxed.
André laughed. "Mon Dieu, with you inside her, mon ami, she is tighter than ever. I make the excuses; I have had a long, oh, most physical day. And yet it is a lie. It is your woman. Her body is tight and young and beautiful, and yet it is not the body that entrances me. What man would not be fascinated by the woman that she is? The Dom in me wants me to take her, and make her drip with my seed. I shall not last long, I fear."
"Then let's use her, André, as she was born to be used," Kurt said. "You love it, don’t you, Carmen? You'd love us to take our pleasure from you, wouldn’t you? Do you want our hard cocks to pound into you until we fill you with our cum?"
"Oh God, yes, please!" she shrieked. Carmen's entire body stiffened in an overwhelming pre-orgasmic clench.
Both men swore and moved simultaneously, fucking her hard. The rhythmic suck and pull of male flesh moving in and out of her body made earthy liquid sounds. Grunts and groans of pleasure, curses and murmurs in English and French came from the men. Carmen began to make some noise of her own.
Not a little noise… a LOT of noise.
Kurt rested his hand against her jaw and put his thumb in her mouth. The sound lessened to deep moans as Carmen began to suck him greedily, as if it were his cock.
"Now you are filled by a man in every hole, aren’t you Carmen?"
She moaned her response.
"You love being taken, don’t you?" Kurt panted, taunting her and testing her control. "Fucked and used by a man? You don’t care what hole we use, do you? You just want our cum. That is why your body is here, isn’t it? It needs to be filled with a man's seed."
She was shrieking again, loud even with Kurt's thumb in her mouth.
"Merde," André groaned. "This tight ass feels so good!"
They pounded and hammered. Carmen's body tingled and she felt every chest heaving from exertion and desire. She was lightheaded, and blissed out. All three were joined in a moment of raw primal rapture, so close together they were breathing each other's air. Sweat ran down her face and stung an eye. She could have come a hundred times, but she had not been ordered to climax.
"Please, please," she sobbed in a mumbled with Kurt's thumb in her mouth. "I want…I need…" Her eyes were fixed on Kurt, begging for release.
"Come now, Carmen," Kurt growled and heated lightening struck as she instantly shattered.
"Ah, ah, ah," she cried as her cunt and ass contracted tightly, gripping them both hard, clenching in pulsing spasms of savage force and sensation. Her vision blurred and her body trembled.
Vigorous movement and urgent sounds of male grunts and groans only added to her pleasure.
When the two men climaxed, they worked in unison once more. Kurt bit between her shoulder and neck on the left side, and André bit on the right. Then they both jetted their hot semen inside her at the same time.
When they did that, Carmen came again.
33. Facing Her Fears
It was going to take three Dom's to get Carmen through this: Kurt who had collared her; André who had counseled her and was extremely practiced with a flogger; and Master Chase who was an expert in the use of a single tailed whip.
Master Chase waited patiently, wearing boots, long black leather pants, and vest, his barrel chest bare. Chase was a bald man of about sixty with a stocky build. He held a mid length, single-tailed whip, and his skills, while vital, would not be needed until almost the end of the scene.
Carmen had met Master Chase and his 24/7 slave, Marta, earlier, and the two women had chatted at length. Carmen had also watched Master Chase use his whip on Marta. The sight and the sound of the whip had disturbed Carmen, but the scene had also calmed her. Marta had not been harmed and had clearly enjoyed her Master's attention.
André stood nearby, dressed in black Armani perfectly pressed trousers, and a white, long sleeve button-down shirt. He had forgone a tie for this occasion.
Carmen, Kurt, André and Master Chase; everyone involved in this scene was present. Carmen stood in a graceful pose. She was naked, except for her thick black slave collar.
The underground playroom at André's home in Las Vegas was done in tasteful male colors, tan, ochre and yellows. The floors were dark hardwood, mostly covered by Persian carpets. Enormous mirrors were on the ceiling, and covering the walls on either side of the bed.
The large four poster bed was also made of dark wood, with eyebolts for chains and cuffs. In one corner, not far from that was a huge sofa with lots of pillows and a large antique armoire. Two dark wooden beams ran across the ceiling, which was probably sixteen feet high.
A black wooden St. Andrew's Cross, complete with handcuffs had been placed in the center of the large room. It was this that would be the heart of their scene.
It was this that terrified Carmen.
Kurt smiled at Carmen in an attempt to reassure her. Her forced smile back hadn’t fooled him. The poor thing was scared to death. She left for a last visit to the bathroom, so she wasn't there when Kurt's cell rang.
"Hello?"
"Nielsen," Agent Huber said. "It's me. Lois Cohen is here, too."
Kurt straightened with alert tension. "What is it?"
Huber had been the asshole DEA agent that Carmen had physically attacked. Kurt had given him $10,000 in unmarked bills. There had been no record of this transaction, and no further contact of any kind. Huber refused to tell him what the money was for except that yet it would be "in Carmen's best interests."
Kurt hadn't hesitated. If Huber had a way to use that money to help Carmen's situation with her psycho ex, then he was on board with the plan.
Huber said, "After that newscast of you and your ex, Lois Cohen and I were worried that Ellis may have seen Carmen with you there in that car. Unfortunately it see
ms that he did. We monitored two of Ellis' thugs leaving on a flight to New York yesterday. You and I know both know why they are going there. Where are you?"
"We aren’t in New York."
"Good," Huber said. "I'm sorry, but Carmen can't go back there, Nielsen. I'm serious. These are dangerous men. I'll send you their pictures, but Ellis knows the connection now. If they find you, they will expect to find Carmen. If we pick these men up, he will just keep sending people until they get her. You two shouldn't be together at all." Huber cleared his throat. "When you return to New York, Nielsen, go without her. Leave her somewhere else, somewhere out of harm's way."
Kurt's mind reeled. Go back to my life in New York without Carmen? No way. Yet I have a business to run, and she has to be safe. Jesus. Leave her? Where? With André? But I don't want to spend even a day without her.
Carmen returned to the room, and Kurt didn’t want her to know about this conversation just yet. She had enough to worry about.
"Look buddy, Kurt said. "I've got to go. I'll talk to you about it later." Without waiting for a reply, Kurt ended the conversation and switched his phone off.
André had gone over this scene in detail with Kurt. Carmen had told them everything that happened as she remembered it so they could reenact it all. Carmen hadn't worn a collar during the whipping, but André explained to Kurt that the collar was essential. It would make her feel more secure as she endured this trial.
In some ways this reenactment was going to be harder for Kurt than for Carmen. He had to be strong and confident. He had to be her Dom through this, and yet he wanted to embrace her and protect her, and never make her face this fear. She stood looking up at him, looking to him to guide her through this terror.
It made his chest ache to see how she trembled.
"Ready?" he said in a soft voice, stroking a hand through her hair and then resting it possessively on her nape. He gave her collar a little tug.
Carmen swallowed and gave a tentative smile. "As I'll ever be."
"What's your safe word?"