I hover on the edge of orgasm, dancing over the precipice and not quite ready to fall. Michael, still watching me, winks, and reaches for something. Before I have time to register what it is, there is a buzzing and he slips a vibe between the two of us and then down between my legs.He is no longer grinding me, but his shaft still fills my sopping cunt. And, as I am filled at the front and being pumped to the rear, Michael touches my clit with the vibe.Searing pleasure blasts through my body, taking me with it. Blind to everything except the sheer intensity of the sensations flowing through me, I am helpless to do anything but convulse and writhe. My Master´s arms lock around me, pinning mine, holding me while Michael torments-pleasures my swollen and now explosive clit. I scream. And cum.My loss of control is total. Blind to everything except the pulsating volcano of my core, my spasming belly and thighs, my clenching cunt and palpitating clit, I thrash uselessly against my

Michael rises, disengaging from me, and slapping me on the rump, then he flips me over onto my back. His strength always surprises me. He´s not particularly tall but is powerfully built, broad-shouldered and muscular. He turns me over with no obvious effort, sending a rush of arousal through me. Looking up from my bed of fur, Michael is kneeling to one side of me, my Master behind him, still lounging in his chair. Both are watching me and I feel I should give them something to watch.Holding the gaze of first one, then the other, I stroke my breasts, cupping and caressing, massaging the smooth pale skin. Tracing the curves with my fingers, I outline my soft white mounds, circling my nipples, now beginning to stand proud, hard little buds, rosy in the amber light.Arching my back, I semi-part my knees, inviting Michael in. His head tilts, eyes on me as smiling, he unbuttons his shirt and cuffs. Fascinated, I watch the play of the candles on the contours of his muscles, gleaming w

The man behind me tweaks and flicks at my clit, timing the movement to match the thrusting. The man spearing me says "I´m not going to come inside you Girlie. I want to watch you drink my cum."His words give me a hot gush deep inside my cunt and I nod, parting my lips in invitation. The long, delicious shaft looks too inviting to refuse. He pulls out of me, and one of the men holding my knees takes his place. Michael in his turn, takes the knee, keeping me well spread. The other ´knee-holder´ is busy working himself with his spare hand.Opening wide, to mouth at the cock nudging my lips, I suck greedily at the head. Sliding my tongue into the slit, I take the trickle of fluid seeping out.The cock fucking me now is shorter but fatter, and I can feel the difference as my inner walls expand to accommodate it. Slippery with oil and pussy juices, I take it easily but savour the thickness of the wider shaft now spearing me. Although it is not easy for me, I try to move with his rh

We lie together under the rugs, Michael to one side of me, my Master to the other. There is not quite enough room for my Master´s long frame to stretch out, but Michael and I are very comfortable. Sandwiched between my two lovers, I am positively cosy. We are all still fully dressed, but where there is a will...My Master is pressed tight up against my back, one hand caressing the curve of my hip and waist through my clothes. Michael, facing me, has one hand on a breast, the other cupping my face as he kisses me. His fingers tangling into my long red locks, his kiss is languorous, leisurely. I enjoy the touch of his sensitive tongue exploring my teeth and lips; the slight roughness of a trace of his stubble, against my softer skin.Feeling safe and secure, my libido informs me that it is time for some action. My pussy growing moist, my breathing growing deeper, I want my lovers inside me.Behind me, my Master´s erection is pressing into the small of my back. A tall man, he is ´bi

Placing the vibe to one side, I lie back in the bed, stretching, cat-like, displaying myself. They want a show?I´ll give them a show.Raising my hips, I spread my legs open, my thighs extended wide, running my fingers over the satiny fabric of my crotch, the full length of my sex.The gossamer white silk is damp, and I am sure there must be a growing stain to be seen by any paying attention, which is all of them. A few foxy hairs escape the whiteness, red against my white skin.Pulling the fabric to one side, giving them a better view, I trail lazy fingers through my red curls and allow them to wander down over my clit, to my pussy. My fingers are wet, and I know that, in this glimmering candlelight, my pussy is glistening as I trail its contours. It feels tight and ready, quivering in anticipation.Two of the three strangers, the American and the Scandinavian, are beginning to bulge at the front of their pants, and are sweating. So, I note, is my Master. The third stran