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  “Yes sir?” Luke’s voice booms back.

  “My assistant and I are going to be working back here so make sure you keep driving around, and don’t disturb us until I say so.”

  “Yes sir.”

  Duncan positions himself in front of me again before pushing my legs apart. He’s still wearing the gloves as he moves his hands up and down my legs. The coldness of the leather and the rough edges of their seams are both strangely more erotic than I could have ever imagined. He edges closer to the top of my thighs, rubbing his fingers back and forth on my skin. I press my butt into the seat, feeling its coldness bite into me. He lifts my skirt up some more and now as I look down I can see my mound, dark and neat where I’ve gotten waxed just the day before. He reaches up and turns on one of the overhead lights and shines its beam between my legs.

  Oh god, what does he think of me? What’s his opinion of my mound and the wax job? Does he like his women bare or covered in hair?

  “Remember, I don’t want to see either of your hands move from those straps,” he says, again.

  I shake my head, knowing what my fantasy included and wondering if I will be able to stand him touching me or if I’ll cry out with sheer delight at it finally happening. He edges closer to the seat and runs his fingers through what’s left of my pubic hair.

  “Just think, because you were so-so bad, I can touch you like this whenever I want. I can look at your gorgeous pussy whenever it damn well pleases me. Like right now. Fuck, you’re a bad girl.”

  He has me right where he wants me and I love it. Even if this was for real, I’d be enjoying every second of it.

  He presses his hand on my mound and the leather glove he’s wearing grazes my skin. It’s every bit as wonderful as I’d imagined. Duncan pushes one of his fingers over my clit. I arch up, pulling against the straps as he circles it again and again, almost making it sore, but at the same time causing me to yearn for more.

  The leather cuts into my wrists as I wiggle and struggle with them, hoping my movement will create more friction between my clit and his gloved finger. My right hand accidently slips out of its binding. I try to get it back into position before he notices, but I’m not fast enough.

  He stops touching me.

  “You really are a bad girl. You don’t do anything your boss tells you to do.”

  “Sorry. It won’t happen again.”

  I make sure both my wrists rest on the thickest part of the straps this time.

  Duncan roughly pulls my legs up, bringing my feet to rest flat on the seat. Cold air hit my folds and entrance, and I shiver. “Are you cold? Because I’ve got just the thing to get you warmed up.”

  He reaches for the bottle of champagne that sits on the top of the drink cabinet by one of the limo’s door. He pops it open, pours me a glass and puts it to my lips so I can drink. It’s sweet, but not overly so, and quenches my thirst. I glance at him over the rim as he offers me another sip.

  Duncan has almost a devilish look as he tips the remaining liquid over my mound, letting it cascade down over my folds and with one or two drops gliding over my pussy opening.

  “That’s too good to waste,” he says. He’s going off script again.

  He kneels on the floor in front of me, leans forward, and kisses my pussy lips before spearing my entrance with his tongue. I close my eyes, feeling almost sleepy and in a dreamlike state as he alternates flicking and licking my slit. I wiggle my butt, but he slaps my legs and holds them still as the tip of his tongue makes its way deeper inside me.

  Shit, he is as good as I’ve always believed him to be. While this isn’t my first experience with a guy going to work on me like this, it is, however, the best. I lean my head back, feeling the cool leather on the nape of my neck. It’s a wonderful contrast compared to the heat building in my mound.

  Duncan pulls out of my pussy and makes his way up to my clit, circling it with his tongue until I don’t think I can take much more. I pull on the straps, and feel them strain against the brackets that secure them to the limo wall.

  I want to come. I have come to find the release I’m seeking.

  I cry out, almost passing out from the pleasure building in my lower body. I finally find relief and scream. Duncan stops and lifts his head up to look at me.

  “Take off all your clothes for me. And yes, you can let go of the straps to do it.”

  When this game started and when I’d felt slightly inhibited, his last request might have intimidated. However, after what he’s just done to me, I’m more than happy to strip for him.

  I unzip my skirt, ease it over my thighs and butt and hand it to him. He drops it on the ground. I take off my coat, letting it slip behind me, and then rid myself of my blouse. I make him wait a little longer while I unclasp my bra and pull it off my chest. He gives a slight grin as I hold it up in the air and let it glide through my fingers on its way to the floor. He leans forward again until his mouth is mere inches from mine.

  “If I would have known what you looked like nude I would have had some fun and games with you before now,” he says. “You do know I have a thing for curvy girls, right?”

  This must be something he’s made up because all the women I’ve seen him with have looked like tall skinny models. Maybe that’s why nothing’s ever come of his relationships. Perhaps there is a chance for me outside of this fantasy.

  “But you had to wait for me to be bad,” I say.

  “And when you’re bad, you are very naughty. How are you going to make it all up to me?”

  I slide my butt forward toward him. He plays with my nipples as he looks me in the eye.

  “I could do sexual favors for you. You could fuck me all you want,” I tell him.

  “I will. Don’t you worry about that.”

  He’s still wearing the gloves and trails his fingers down my belly, over my navel and onto my mound again. Duncan then reaches behind me and presses on the small of my back, pitching me forward toward him until my ass teeters on the very edge of the limo’s seat.

  “You want to come again?” he asks.

  I nod. I want to more than words can say.

  “Then you’re going to have to work for it,” he says.

  He spreads my legs before resting his finger close to my entrance and it suddenly reminds me of an erect cock. I stare down at it, waiting and hoping he’ll push it inside me, but he doesn’t budge.

  “You want pleasure then you’ve got to earn it. What a big bad boss I am, don’t you think?”

  Damn it. He really means it and this wasn’t part of my fantasy plan.

  I ease myself forward a tad, taking some of my weight in my thighs as I push my pussy opening toward his finger until it slips inside. I assume he’ll finger-fuck me, but he obviously intends for me to do all the work. I rock back and forth enjoying the experience of his finger slipping deep inside me. The stitching on the glove sets up a comfortable friction along my channel walls.

  He kisses me as I thrust harder, trying to drive his finger deeper. I don’t have time to enjoy the kiss because all I can concentrate on is my pussy and the pleasure it’s experiencing.

  I bite his bottom lip, feeling my lower belly pull with anticipation of what will happen soon. I put my arms around his shoulders, pulling his head down on my right tit as he playfully bites it.

  “Another finger, please, another finger.” Does he know I’m begging?

  I look down and see his long middle finger slid inside to join the other one. He pulls them apart as I ride them like a wide woman hanging on to him, pulling at his hair as I get closer and closer to bliss. I almost yank out a clump of it when I finally climax. I fall still and then shake while trying to recover.

  Duncan takes out his fingers and lets me fall back on the seat with my legs spread apart, my head down, trying to catch my breath. “Fuck me and now,” I say.

  He does something I don’t expect. He presses the button allowing the privacy window to roll down.
Luke glances in the rearview mirror.

  “Do you see this naughty young woman? She wants to be fucked.”

  “She looks like she’s in urgent need of it,” Luke replies with smooth finesse. “Quite the body and I’d say sir that you have your work cut out for you.”

  “How about you pull over and come back here and help me with her?” he asks.

  They are now working from my script. Part of my fantasy was having them both fuck me in ménage a trois

  Luke stops the limo and the next thing I know is he’s in the back with us.

  “Luke, did you know that Chloe has been embezzling from the company? She’s put your pension plan in jeopardy. You think she needs to be taught a lesson?”

  “I certainly do,” says Luke.

  He throws off his hat. Next he takes off his tie and stretches it taunt between both his hands.

  “Turn around,” says Duncan.

  I look at him. They obviously have something planned for me that wasn’t in my script.

  Duncan makes a gesture with his hands, almost like an order to turn around with my back toward him.

  I spin around and kneel as I feel the tie smack me across the buttocks just before a hand hits my left ass cheek. Being spanked is a first for me. I never thought I’d like it, but with each slap of Duncan’s hand, I feel my pussy growing hotter and wetter.

  “Hold onto those straps again.” The voice whispering close to my ear isn’t Duncan’s but Luke’s.

  Again? Wait. He wasn’t in the back of the car when I’d been ordered to hold them before, but the idea that he’d somehow been watching us ignites a fresh quiver in my body.

  “Do it.” His murmur tickles my earlobe as I reach up and hold onto the straps.

  Although I can’t see what’s going on behind my back, I sense that he is kneeling directly behind me. Both of his hands move up my belly until they rest on each of my boobs. He massages them while licking the side of my neck, pulling on my tits until they grow hard and achy.

  “I have to get you ready for the boss to fuck you. To make sure you’re nice and wet for him. That’s the way he likes his women.”

  I swallow. Soon, I’ll be getting what I’d wanted since the minute I’d gotten into the limo with Duncan.

  Luke’s hands move down over my belly button. I notice the freckles sitting across his knuckles as his right hand travels over my pubic hair, his fingers getting buried deep within it. He plays with my clit, strumming it like it’s a guitar sting.

  I pull on the straps, turn my head and bite into my own shoulder.

  “How’s she’s doing?” Duncan asks.

  “She’s getting worked up. Her gorgeous clit is throbbing,” says Luke.

  He presses harder, and I’ve never come that fast before, but my knees buckle beneath me. Only Luke’s arms which he’s put around me, keeps me upright on the seat.

  I shake as Luke expertly moves around and sits in front of me in one fluid movement. Now my legs are straddled over his thighs, and he is looking up at me.

  He traces his finger around my belly button. It tickles, and I flinch slightly. I glance down to see my juices glistening on the top of my left thigh. He must see it too because he makes a path through it with his finger before raking my pubic hair and finding my pussy entrance. He probes me and tickles my channel as I strain against the straps again.

  I listen closely and can hear what sounds like a foil wrapper being torn open. Instinct tells me that Duncan is taking out a condom. He’ll be fucking me any minute, and I’ll be ready.

  Luke takes his finger out of me and places his hands on my hips as Duncan’s hands parts my ass cheeks, and then I experience both pressure and pleasure as his cock pushes into my pussy.

  Having not seen him naked, I don’t know how big his dick is, but judging by the way he’s stretched and filled me, I guess he is bigger than average.

  “Be prepared to take your punishment,” Duncan whispers in my ear as he begins thrusting inside me.

  I pull on the straps once more and groan as Luke works my clit. My hips thrust back and then forward. I try to guess which man will make me come first.

  I fling my head back, feeling an orgasm rising in my clit. My knees buckle again and then I feel heat moving up into my thighs and belly. I glance down to see Luke unzipping his pants, pulling aside the slit in his boxers, and then lifting out his dick.

  He is hard, the hair around his cock, thick. He rubs his shaft back and forth. I’m spellbound and not able to take my eyes off it as his dick grows harder and stands up closer to his belly more by the second. He pulls out a condom and sheaths himself. Duncan slaps into me with more force driving his cock deep until I come not once, but twice. I want time to enjoy the double thrill, to savor it, but he has other things in store for me.

  He pulls my arms from the straps and lifts me downwards as Luke lifts his dick toward me and pushes it inside my waiting pussy.

  I fall forward on to him, putting my arms around his neck, letting him lick my throat and collar bone as he lifts his butt off the seat, spearing my channel with his cock.

  Could things get any better? I could never have thought of this all by myself.

  Duncan runs his hands and mouth all over my back and ass. Caressing me, licking me, and driving me insane.

  I kiss Luke and bite his lower lip as he pulls on my nipples and plunges deep inside me. Duncan runs his finger around the rim of my anus, tickling it until the combination pushes me over the edge.

  This time when I come I cry like I’ve never done before. Whimper almost. The pleasure invades not only my pussy but my anus, thighs, breasts, and even my shoulders.

  I’m in a trance. I know that’s what’s happening to me as Duncan lifts me off of Luke who shifts along the seat so I can be placed with my back flat upon it. Duncan sits beside me, pushing my perspiration drenched hair away from my eyes.

  “See what happens to you when you’re bad.”

  “Shit, you know how to punish a girl,” I admit.

  “And we’re not done with you yet,” Duncan said.

  Luke spreads my legs so he can kneel in between them. I glance down at him as he strokes me from my clit to my anus. My juices glisten on his finger as he moves them in the opposite direction.

  “We’re going to take a break, but your punishment will continue while we’re gone,” said Duncan.

  He ties Luke’s necktie around my eyes and then binds my wrists together. I feel something cold invading my channel but I’m not sure what is happening.

  “You can sit up while we’re gone.”

  Duncan helps me to a sitting position, and I rest my back on the seat of the limo. A cool breeze slaps my body, and I guess they’ve opened the door and left.

  I rest my head back, wondering what they are up to and how long they’ll leave me like this. I move on the seat and feel whatever they’ve placed inside my pussy is slippery and cold. My nose itches and as I bring my bound hands up to scratch it, I feel the object vibrate against my pussy walls. I wiggle on the seat as the sensation travels through my butt.

  It has to be a vibrator. I attempt to reach down between my legs to try and feel it, but all I can reach is my pubic hair which is damp with my juices.

  I sit back again feeling it brush inside me and then it starts up again, this time getting stronger, turning me on until I push by knees apart and grind my ass cheeks into the leather. I’m on the brink of an orgasm when it stops again.

  Shit, maybe it turns off when my body is in a certain position. I hold still but nothing happens. I move on the seat, still nothing. Maybe they’ve put dead batteries inside it on purpose.

  Leaning back, I grow frustrated until it begins humming again. Fuck, it is good, not as good as the two guys, but nice nevertheless. And it is bringing me closer to a climax. I get up on my knees and almost fall over. I lean over the back of the seat and squeeze my thighs together, thinking that will bring me relief, but then it st
ops again.

  “It’s not going to work for you.”

  Duncan’s voice rings out through the limo. I know he hasn’t returned, so he must be talking on the speaker at the front of the vehicle. They are obviously able to see me, which confirms my suspicions about Luke’s earlier voyeurism.

  “That’s your punishment. Getting close to a lovely orgasm and not quite getting there because only we can do that for you.”

  A cool breeze hits my ass, and I know the limo door has been opened.

  “Stay in that position,” Luke says. He reaches between my legs and pulls out whatever was inside me. He smacks my ass, almost making me come because the sting feels so good.

  “How’s she doing?” Duncan asks. I hear the limo door close. “She’s a needy, needy girl.”

  “Okay, just trust us now,” said Duncan.

  Both men lift me up. I’m disorientated but sense they’ve placed my butt on the edge of the seat facing toward the back of the limo and not the front. My legs are parted and each ankle placed inside the straps. I feel their hands brush against my skin, and then they lay me back so I’m in an inclined position.

  The men explore every inch of me. I hold my breath as two sets of hands pull on my tits, flick them, their tongues slide over my navel, and their fingertips explore my pussy. Both men caress every inch of my legs.

  They untie my hands, take them in theirs, and let me feel both of their balls and cocks. Their dicks pulsate and are hard and hot. I lick my lips. And then the next thing I know I’m being fucked by one man while the other one feasts on my tits.

  “Fuck, it’s almost too much for me to stand,” I mumble.

  I turn my head from side to side, my pussy tightening, milking whoever’s cock it is that’s pounding away inside me, until I arch up and feel dizzy. I fall back and whoever is sucking my tit is doing it so hard that it feels like a pinch. Heat swells around my mound, and my legs shake.

  And then I come.

  In one swift movement they turn me over on my belly with my arms spread out on the floor and my hips balancing on the edge of the seat.

  They rub their hands over my ass cheeks, exploring along its crack, and then one of them pushes his cock inside my pussy. I arch up to meet his first thrust.