Escape From Paradise

I rolled my eyes. He knew he looked good.

A knock sounded on the door and my stomach went into a low dive of nervousness. I experienced that sensation every night, but it was especially powerful tonight. We put on our collars. Luis led us to the suite. Mr. Acosta greeted us and handed Josef and I glasses of champagne.

Ugh. This was kind of unusual. I forced down half the bubbly stuff, but when I tried to set down the glass Mr. Acosta motioned for me to drink it all. So I did, feeling the lightheaded effects almost immediately.

As soon as I finished it he pushed me up against the dresser right next to Josef and began to kiss me. I hated when they kissed me. I rubbed myself against his crotch as I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open, hoping he’d hurry and get to it. Mr. Acosta turned me and put my palms against the top of the dresser. He moved my hair aside and kissed my exposed back, pressing his cock against my ass through our clothes. I moaned, like I was supposed to, and let my mind fall into auto-mode. I was over feeling dirty and disgusted during these interludes. Now I just played my part as if it were all a show, hoping it would end quickly.

He pushed the material of my shirt down my shoulders until it fell over my hips to the floor, and he grabbed my breasts. He watched us in the mirror, my breathless expression as he kneaded me. I could see Josef’s head turned to the side, watching us as well, making my heart beat harder.

Mr. Acosta turned me to face him again and pushed me down by my shoulders until I was on my knees. I unbuckled his belt and unclasped his pants, freeing his erection and immediately submersing it into my mouth. He let out a loud groan and grasped the back of my head, urging me to take him deeper. After a few minutes he pulled me up and motioned me to the bed, bending me over the side. He pulled down my skirt, getting me naked. His fingers found my *—I rarely needed lube anymore—and he commented about how wet I was for him. Actually I was wet all the time these days, but he could think whatever he wanted. I arched my back and circled my butt, pushing it out for him.

A show. It was all a show that I did on reflex now. There was no room for emotions when it was time to entertain.

Then I caught Josef’s eye. His long cock was through the opening of his pants and he was stroking himself, watching me through those long strands of hair with his dark eyes. I held my breath as hot sensations zinged across my skin and I felt Mr. Acosta’s hardness probing around my opening. He thrust himself into me and for a moment I closed my eyes and moaned, “Oh, sí!”

When my eyes opened again I caught Josef’s hot stare and couldn’t look away. His strokes matched the exact speed of my patron moving in and out of me from behind, as if imagining it was him inside me. My breathing came faster than normal as Mr. Acosta began to pound me. I felt wilder, bucking my hips backward and making him holler with the effort it was taking not to come. Sex was often accompanied with a sense of momentary power, but this was different, more primal and erotic than usual.

Mr. Acosta pulled out and smacked my butt cheek. “Get on the bed,” he ordered in Spanish. He crawled up behind me and flipped me to my back. He pushed between my legs and fucked me at hyper speed, pushing us to the edge of the bed where my head hung off. I made plenty of noise for him. Josef had moved closer. He’d shed his pants and now kneaded his balls as he stroked, only two feet away from my face.

Our patron sat up and looked at Josef.

“Join us,” he said in Spanish. “Touch her while you touch yourself. We will all three come together.”

Josef was going to touch me, and that sounded way too nice. Maybe it would be okay for me to come, just this once. He climbed on the bed, on his knees next to me, and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it hang open. Mr. Acosta held out my knees and pushed his cock back into me. Josef took his own dick in one hand and pressed two fingers to my clitoris, circling while he pumped himself. His face was so serious.

Oh, shit. This was so hot. I felt an orgasm building. But then my eyes left Josef and I looked at our patron who stared down at me like a hungry, sweating animal. Big mistake. My orgasm deflated along with my excitement at finally getting some relief.

I would have to fake it. I closed my eyes and squeezed my boobs, making low moans that became faster and louder. As I gasped, crying out, Mr. Acosta pulled out and grabbed himself. Both men tensed and shook, spewing their combined semen all over my thighs and stomach, shooting it all the way up to my breasts and neck.

As the three of us tried to catch our breath, Josef looked down on me with something akin to disapproval mixed with confusion. It cooled me and I suddenly wanted to cover up. Why was he looking at me like that?

Mr. Acosta fell onto his back, his penis flaccid against his thigh, and said, “Leave me.”

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