“I’m not angry, but you’re going to make me angry.”
His answer makes me smile. That little brat is so like his uncle. In the end, I let it go and leave. I walk to the kitchen and grab a Coke. As I’m drinking, Flyn comes in and just stares at me.
“You want some?” I ask him.
He shakes his head and leaves. Five minutes later, I’m in the living room, watching TV. I look at the time: five o’clock. Eric will be home soon. I decide to watch a movie and search for something that might interest me. There’s nothing, so I settle on an episode of The Simpsons. For a while, I laugh along with Bart, and, when I least expect it, Flyn comes in and sits down. I sip my Coke. The boy picks up the remote, evidently with the intention of changing channels.
“Flyn, if you don’t mind, I’m watching TV.”
He thinks about it. Puts the remote back on the table and settles into a chair.
“Now I do want a Coke,” he says all of a sudden.
My first instinct is to tell him, “Well, buddy, get a move on. You have two very good legs that’ll take you to the fridge.” But since I want to be nice to him, I get up and offer to bring it to him.
“In a glass with ice, please.”
“Of course,” I say, happy with his calmer tone.
In fact, I’m happier than if it were Easter as I go to the kitchen. Simona isn’t around. I take a glass, get ice, grab a soda from the fridge, and, when I open the can—wham!—the Coke explodes. It gets in my eyes and soaks both the kitchen and me.
As best as I can, I put the drink down on the counter and, fumbling, search for the paper towels to wipe my face. Godddddddd, I’m drenched! But then I notice Flyn through the door, reflected on the microwave, as he watches me with a cruel smile.
Sonuvabitch!
There’s no question he shook the Coke so it’d explode and then asked so kindly for a drink in order to set the trap.
I take a long breath while I dry myself and clean the kitchen. Once I finish, I aim to go out like a raging bull and give that child a piece of my mind, but then I find Eric in the living room with Flyn in his arms.
“Hi, dear!” He greets me with a broad smile.
I have two options: to erase that smile with a single stroke and tell him what his nephew has just done, or to not say anything about the mini delinquent in his arms. I choose the latter. My Iceman puts him down and gives me a sweet and tasty kiss on the lips.
“You’re wet? What happened to you?”
Flyn looks at me, and I look at him, but I answer, “I opened a Coke and it exploded, so I got a little dazed.”
Eric loosens his tie.
“Sweetheart, everything happens to you!”
I can’t help but smile.
“Dinner’s ready,” announces Simona. “You can come and sit down anytime.”
“Go on, Flyn. Go with Simona.”
The boy runs to the kitchen, and Simona goes after him. Then Eric gives me a hot and sexy kiss on the lips that leaves me stunned. “How was your day in Munich?”
“Great. But you already know that because you called me a thousand times!”
Eric grins. “I was worried. You don’t know the city, and it makes me uneasy to think of your walking around alone.”
I sigh, but I don’t have time to respond.
“So, tell me, where did you go?”
I give him a rundown of the places I visited, all great and amazing, and when I mention the bridge with the padlocks, his response surprises me.
“I think it’s a great idea. We can go to the Kabelsteg to put a lock on it whenever you want. By the way, in Munich there are other lovers’ bridges too. There are the Thalkirchner and the Großhesseloher.”
“Do you already have a lock on any of those?” I ask.
Eric looks at me and, with a half smile, he whispers, “No, Cuchufleta, you’ll be my first.”
I’m blown away. My Iceman is more romantic than I imagined.
“What do you think about you and me having dinner at Björn’s house tonight?”
My body warms in a flash, and I’m out of breath. I know what that means. Without taking my eyes off him, I nod.
“I think it’s a fantastic idea.”
Eric lets go of me and goes into the kitchen, and I hear him talking to Simona. I also hear Flyn’s protests. He’s angry because his uncle is leaving. Once my crazy love returns, he takes me by the hand and says, “Let’s get dressed.”
Eric is amazed by the lock I put on the door to our room. I promise we’ll use it only at specific moments, and he understands.
“I bought something I want to show you. Please sit and wait a minute,” I say, a little anxious.
I quickly go to the bathroom. I’m not going to tell him about the naughty-cop costume. I’ll keep that surprise for another day. I take off my clothes and put on my tasseled top. Amused, I open the bathroom door and stand before him like Mata Hari.
“Wow!” Eric exclaims when he sees me. “What did you get?”
“They’re for you.”
Amused, I move my shoulders, and the tassels sway. Eric laughs. He bolts the door. I grin. Before getting into bed, my hungry wolf murmurs, “I love them, sweetheart. I’ll enjoy them now, but don’t take them off. I want Björn to see them too.”
With a smile, I accept his voracious kiss. “OK, my love.”
An hour later, Eric and I take off in his car. I’m nervous, and more excited with every second. My stomach clenches. I won’t be able to dine, and when we get to Björn’s, my heart is racing like a runaway horse. As expected, the handsome Björn receives us with the best of his smiles. He is a very sexy guy.
He shows me his spectacular house, and I’m surprised when he opens a door to tell me these are his private offices. He explains that there are five lawyers working here, three men and two women.
“Helga works here. Do you remember her?” Eric says as we pass one of the desks.
I nod. Eric and Björn look at each other, and, ready to be as honest as they are, I explain, “Of course. Helga’s the woman with whom we had a trio that night at the hotel, right?”
My German seems amazed by my earnestness.
“Actually, Eric,” says Björn, “let’s go to my office for a moment. Since you’re here, why don’t you sign the documents we talked about the other day?”
Without speaking, we follow him to a very nice office. For a few minutes, they both look over some papers while I spend my time checking out the surroundings. They’re calm. I’m not. I can’t stop thinking about what’s to come. As I watch them, I’m getting hot. The tassels make my nipples hard while I listen to them talk. I want them to possess me. They turn me on in a way that sets all my senses on edge. Finally, I can’t stand it anymore. I go up to Eric, take the papers from his hand, and, with an audacity I never thought I could pull off, I kiss him.
I bite his mouth with such longing, and Eric responds immediately. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Björn looking at us. He doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t try to come close. He only looks while Eric, who has already taken the reins of the situation, runs his hands up my ass, pulling my dress up.
When he separates his lips from mine, I’m conscious of what I’ve awakened in him, and I whisper, ecstatic, ready for everything, “Undress me. Play with me.” Eric gazes at me, and I whisper into his mouth, “Offer me.”
His mouth closes over mine, and I feel his hands on the zipper of my dress. Oh yeah. He lowers the zipper and then squeezes my buttocks.
Without a word, he takes off my dress, which falls at my feet. I’m not wearing a bra, and my tassels are exposed to him and his friend.
Björn keeps still. He watches while Eric sits me on the office desk, dressed only in a black thong and the tassels.
He opens my legs and kisses me. He guides his erection to my sex and squeezes it.
I lie back on the desk while Eric bends to nibble around the tassels. His mouth goes down to my mound; after much kissing, he’s crazed and grabs my thong and rips it.<
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Without further ado, he looks over at his friend and gives him some sort of signal. Offering me.
Björn steps up, and they both stare at me. I’m prey. I’m lying naked on the desk, wearing the tassels and a broken thong. Björn smiles, and, after I let his scorching gaze roam all over my body, he pulls on the broken thong.
“Exciting,” he murmurs.
Exposed and eager to be the object of their madness, I raise my feet to the desk, push myself up, and get comfortable. I bring one of my fingers to my mouth. I suck it, and, before the men to whom I am offering myself without any decorum, I insert it into my wet vagina. They breathe harder, and I masturbate for them.
Their eyes are eating me up. Their bodies want to possess me, and I’m desperate for them to do so. I dare them with my movements.
“Jude, are you carrying—?” Eric asks.
“Yes.” I cut him off before he can finish his sentence.
Eric opens my bag and plucks out my lipstick-shaped vibrator. He’s surprised to see I also brought the anal ring.
“Turn around and get on all fours on the desk.”
My master has asked me to do something, and I gladly obey. Björn slaps my butt, and then squeezes it with his hands while Eric puts the ring in my mouth to lubricate it with my saliva. Once Eric takes the ring from my mouth, he opens my legs and places the jewel in my anus. It slips right in. I pant. The way he’s turning it is producing a wonderful sensation as they touch me.
Curious, I look back and see both of them staring at my ass while their eager hands explore my thighs and vagina.
“Jude,” Eric says, “get in the position you were in before.”
I lie on the desk again while I feel the jewel inside me. Once I am on my back again, Eric opens my legs, exposing me to both of them; he kisses the center of my desire. I’m burning up. His tongue, demanding and hard, touches my clitoris, and I jump. “Don’t close your legs,” Björn says. I hold tight to the desk and do what he asks while Eric grabs me by the hips and fits me to his mouth. I groan and notice Björn takes off his pants and puts on a condom. Suddenly, Eric stops and hands Björn the little lipstick-shaped vibrator. Björn takes his place. Eric stands next to me, smooths my hair back, and smiles. He pampers me and kisses me. Björn gets the message and turns on the vibrator. Eric murmurs, “We’ll play with you, and then we’ll fuck you however you wish.”
Björn’s hands run down my legs. He sits between them and first slides one of his fingers through my wet labia, then two, opening them to expose my already swollen clitoris. He brings the vibrator up to it, and I scream and writhe. That direct contact makes me crazy.
“Don’t close your legs, beautiful,” Björn insists.
Eric kisses me. He puts one of his hands on my abdomen so I can’t move, while Björn quickens the vibrator against my clitoris and I scream again. This is devastating. Tremendous. I’m going to explode. I can’t stand it. But yes . . . my body accepts the jolts of joy all this causes. When I come, Björn penetrates me, and Eric slips his tongue into my mouth.
“Yes . . . like that,” says Björn.
I’m burning up. Scorching.
Completely surrendered to them, to whatever they ask of me, I let go and enjoy while my Iceman makes love to me with his mouth and Björn thrusts in and out of me again and again.
I’d never imagined something like this could please me so much.
I’d never imagined I would initiate such a carnal game, but I offered myself to them and looked forward to them doing whatever they wanted with me. I’m theirs. I like the feeling, and I crave more.
The heat is overwhelming. Between kisses, Eric says hot and kinky things into my mouth, and I go crazy with excitement. Meanwhile, Björn continues to hammer into me again and again as he spanks me.
I climax and scream once again. Seconds later, it’s Björn who lets go and comes.
Hot, excited, inflamed, and somehow wanting more, I’m having a hard time breathing. Eric takes me in his arms and carries me out of the room. We go through the empty offices to Björn’s house and straight to a bathroom. Björn follows us, but he doesn’t come in. He knows when and where he should be, and he knows this moment is too intimate; it’s reserved for Eric and me.
In the bathroom, Eric lays me on the floor. He takes off the tassels, bends down, and delicately removes the remains of the thong.
“It’s clear you like to tear my underwear.”
Eric grins. He throws it in the trash and takes off his shirt.
“I like you better nude.”
“What about the jewel?”
Eric smiles and lightly slaps my ass.
“It stays where it is. When I take it out, I’ll replace it with something else if you want.”
He turns on the shower, and we both get in. My hair is soaked through, and he hugs me. He doesn’t soap me up.
“Are you OK, honey?”
I nod, but, apparently eager to hear my voice, he moves away from me a few inches.
“You drive me crazy, sweetheart.”
I grab his neck and leap up to get at his mouth. While the water runs over our bodies, we kiss, and the jewel presses on my anus.
“I confess I want more. I like the feeling when you offer me and play with me. It excites me when you say hot things into my ear. It drives me crazy to be shared, and I want you to do it again and again.”
His seductive gaze makes me tremble. His tenderness while he embraces me is extreme, and I’m brimming with happiness.
Once out of the shower, Eric wraps me in a fluffy towel, picks me up again, and, without drying himself and still naked, carries me out of the bathroom. He lays me down on the bed in a burgundy room. I assume it’s Björn’s room. Right then, Björn comes out of his bathroom, naked and wet. He showered too.
They look at each other and, without making the slightest gesture, communicate in an instant. The game is still on. Björn goes to the side of the room, and I get shivers when I hear Michael Bublé singing “Cry Me a River.”
“Eric told me you really like this singer. Is that true?” Björn asks.
“Yes, I love him,” I confirm.
“I bought this CD especially for you,” says Björn.
Like a cat in heat and ready to begin again, I stand up. I take off my towel, touch my breasts, and play with them to the beat of the music. They can’t take their eyes off me.
Tempting them, I move around the bed and get on all fours. I show off my ass and the jewel, and I sway to the rhythm of the song. They both stare at me, and I see their erections are hard and ready for me. I get off the bed and beckon them to come to me. I want to dance with them. Eric looks at me as I grab him by the waist and make Björn grab me from behind. For a few minutes, the three of us, naked, wet, and excited, dance to that sweet and sensual melody. While Eric laps at my mouth with passion, Björn kisses my neck and squeezes my ass to increase the sensation of the jewel in my anus.
They’re both about a head taller than I am, and I like feeling small next to them. Their erections collide with my body, and I want them. My mouth dries, and I gaze at Eric. After kissing me, my German turns me around, and I see Björn’s eyes. He wants to kiss me, I know, but he doesn’t. He just kisses my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and when his lips brush the corner of my lips, he looks at me with desire.
“Play with me. Touch me,” I whisper.
One of his hands goes down to my vagina. He explores gently and pushes one of his fingers inside me, making me moan. Eric bites my shoulder as his hands go over my body until they end up on the jewel. It spins, and my legs weaken. He grabs me by the waist, and I let myself surrender.
I love being the center of attention of these two titans. I close my eyes, and they press me against them; their erections tell me they’re ready for me. That feeling drives me crazy. I love being their object of desire.
“Björn, offer her to me,” Eric demands in a voice loaded with tension.
He sits on the bed, makes me sit in front of
him, runs his hands under my legs, and opens them. Oh God, what a sensation! I am totally open for my love. Eric crouches between my legs, bites my mound and then my vaginal lips. I tremble. His avid tongue tastes me and soon finds my clitoris. It drives me crazy, and then his fingers spin the jewel in my anus. I scream.
“I like to hear you crying out with pleasure,” Björn whispers in my ear.
Eric gets up. He’s crazed. He brings his penis to my vagina and pushes into me. Oh yes . . . ! He spears me hard and with precision. All the while, Björn is saying, “I’m going to fuck you, beautiful. I can’t wait to sink back into you.”
Eric’s wonderful thrusts make me cry out with ecstasy; he’s at it again and again, in and out of me. Suddenly, he stops and, still firmly inside me, grabs me by the waist and lifts me. He pushes himself farther inside me. Björn gets up from the bed and holds me up in the air, as if I were sitting in an invisible chair. Eric continues his devastations while Björn’s strong arms pull and push me over and over against my Iceman.
They’re in full control. I’m lying in Björn’s arms when my cry lets Eric know I’ve reached orgasm and he pulls out of me. Björn lays me down on the bed, and Eric, with his cock still at attention, takes me by the head and roughly shoves it in my mouth. I suck it; I taste it; I’m mad with lust. I hear a condom tearing and imagine Björn is rolling it on. Seconds later, he opens my legs without warning and penetrates me. Yes! Blissed because of the moment these two are gifting me, I savor Eric’s erection. God, I love it! In a few moments, he leaves my mouth and comes on my chest.
Björn, clearly turned on by what he sees, grabs me by the hips and starts pumping inside me. Yes!
I moan uncontrollably as the two men take over my body. They possess me at will, and I agree to everything. I want everything. I open myself to them, until Björn comes and I join him. Eric, looking wild, spreads his come all over me, and I see in his glassy eyes how much he’s enjoying this. We all are.
The music is at its crescendo, and our bodies are timed to it. Eric kisses me, and I delight in those kisses. After he pulls out of me, Björn buries his head between my legs and searches for my clitoris. He wants more. He squeezes my clit between his lips and pulls it. I writhe. He spins the jewel in my anus. I scream. He bites the inside of my thighs while Eric massages my head and looks at me. I think I’m going to come again, but when I’m right on the edge, Eric says, “Not yet, sweetheart . . . Come here.”
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