Rytsar had come from Russia to attend Brie’s first auction, per Sir’s request. The sexy Russian had wanted to play out the warrior fantasy she’d written in class. Brie hadn’t known at the time that he was the world-renowned Dom who was famous for his creative flair. He took her simple fantasy and transformed it into a real-life experience.
Brie 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.
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 them up and turned to rejoin the Doms but stopped short when she saw both men were standing there.
“Kneel,” Sir commanded.
She gracefully lowered herself to the marble floor as she’d been taught and bowed her head in reverence, two glasses of vodka in one hand and the plate in the other.
Sir and Rytsar each took a glass and a pickle from her plate. Brie heard the clink of 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 desire.
“We are retiring to the bedroom, radost moya,” Rytsar explained using his Russian pet name for her, meaning ‘my joy’.
Sir commanded, “Join us after you take a shot of vodka yourself, and undress.”
Brie watched them leave and smiled to herself. Both Doms at the same time?
A submissive’s dream…
She dutifully poured herself the shot and threw it back before consuming a small, delightfully sour, pickle. The smooth vodka quickly warmed her inside, making Brie feel even friskier.
She then took off her bikini set, laying 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 stared at 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 was 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 the large dragon tattoo on his left shoulder.
“Do you remember the gift I purchased for you, but we never had the chance to use, radost moya?”
Rytsar was an extremely generous man and Brie was embarrassed to find herself at a loss. She looked to Sir for help, but he only smiled at her.
“I am 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. 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 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.
Although the size of the shaft had her feeling trembly and weak-kneed, she very much wanted to try it.
“Come, téa,” Sir said, holding his hand out to her.
Brie walked forward and grasped his 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 cock. Biting her lip, Brie forced her muscles to relax to encourage the invasion of the giant phallus.
“That’s it,” Rytsar growled lustfully as the dark shaft slowly disappeared into her pussy. Brie knelt on the floor, straddling the machine with the shaft deep inside her. This position gave her the ability to grind against the cock as if it were real.
Rytsar held up the controls. “Now for the fun.”
He turned on the power. The machine buzzed loudly, and Brie felt the vibration go 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 hungrily 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 body 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 little 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 was up for the challenge.
Rytsar positioned himself on her left and Sir on her right, their shafts hard and ready for her oral skills—a talent she had acquired during her course at the Submissive Training Center.
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 without choking, 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 she had to stop deep-throating him when she came.
Brie grinned up at Sir and apologized afterward.
Rytsar was turned on watching her and demanded in a gruff voice, “I want that mouth.”
Brie turned her lips toward the Russian.
“Take him down your throat while you stroke my cock,” Sir ordered.
Brie took several deep breaths before opening her mouth and taking Rytsar between her lips. Rytsar fisted her hair, guiding her movements while he slowly thrust his cock into her mouth as she relaxed her throat.
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 in her throat.