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me.
    Every
time he dry humped me, his cock nudged my butt plug, which then pressed against
the vibrating egg in my pussy, and I had to struggle to keep from pushing my
hips back against him.
    He
rolled us both over, him on top of me, his weight pressing my front into the
mattress. Putting his legs on either side of my hips, he kept me locked into
position as he continued to grind against me.
    The
added pressure of the mattress against the egg was almost too much to take. There
couldn’t be any doubt anymore; whichever man this was, he was wide awake and
enjoying every moment of tormenting me.
    He
worked his hands under my breasts and squeezed, and I moaned into the pillow,
inadvertently squirming to get away from his touch. They were so damn tender.
    “Be
still, Fuck Toy, or I’ll pull that plug out and fuck your ass hard and long
right now.”
    So
it was Bradford. Not really surprising.
    Pressing
a knee between my thighs to spread my legs, he reached down and pulled the egg
out of my pussy. With no warning, he positioned the egg between the mattress
and my clit, and drove his cock inside me to the hilt.
    I
bit down on my lip and buried my face in the pillow to keep from calling out. His
cock was so thick, so wide, it stretched me deliciously.
    He
pulled out and thrust in again, taking up a slow, lazy, sleepy pace like Dustin
would do on a Sunday morning when we didn’t have anywhere to be or anything
important to do. For the most part, he just rocked his hips against me and let
the vibrating egg do the work.
    It
didn’t matter. As aroused as I was, even a lazy ass bout of sex had me panting
like a horny teenager.
    When
he moved his hands to my breasts again and kneaded, I gathered up my courage
and took a chance.
    “May
I come, Master?”
    I
could almost feel him smiling sarcastically, with those cold eyes glinting.
“No, Fuck Toy, you may not.”
    Bradford
started thrusting into me again, not too hard or fast, but each motion pressed
my clit further onto the buzzing egg. Leaving my breasts, he moved his hands
down to pull my legs farther apart, stretching them out until I was nearly in a
split over the bed.
    He
grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled back on it as he pushed his cock into
me repeatedly. The pressure built inside me, higher and higher with every
moment.
    “Please,
Master,” I begged, not caring any longer who was fucking me or that I had to
degrade myself to find pleasure. “Please, may I come?”
    “No,”
he ground out, even as he shot his load into me.
    I
couldn’t stop it, though. The warmth filling me, the buzzing on my clit, the
huge cock that had just pounded me from behind…it was too much. I screamed into
the pillow as my pussy convulsed around him.
    Bradford
grunted as he drained his load. He stayed right where he was, collapsed on top
of me, his softening cock still inside my used and abused sex. Within minutes,
he was softly snoring in my ear.
    A
long time later, I fell asleep again. I dreamed about whips and chains and fucking.

 
    It
was the sound of my own needy whimpers that woke me. I was on my back again
with my wrists shackled to the headboard and my legs spread out in a split,
stretched by my ankles. I had no clue what they were attached to. Couldn’t
bother to figure it out right then, anyway. Nope, my attention was drawn to the
tongues and teeth attacking both of my tits, and my clit too.
    Wait
a minute. That was too many sets of tongues and teeth.
    I
tried to lift my head to look down and see who was where, but my hair was
attached to the headboard, just like my hands were. I could do nothing but take
it, as tongues and teeth and hands drove me to the brink of insanity and kept
me there.
    My
entire body was shaking with need by the time the two men at my breasts lifted
their heads. Bradford kept a hand on me, squeezing and tormenting as he rose up
to look in my face. “There’ve been some problems on another assignment, Fuck
Toy. Jones and I are on our way to sort it all