Masturbate

Feeling terribly exposed, you obey the Asian man's command. You tentatively let your fingers explore the soft folds of flesh between your thighs. You part your thick labia with three fingers, two to hold them aside, and one to investigate the wet flesh between.

Between the heat of the fire on your naked skin, the overwhelming feeling of helplessness that comes from kneeling between two men who can easily overpower you, and what your fingers are doing to you, you're soon sweating, bent forward slightly, your breasts bouncing a little as you jerk yourself over your dancing fingers.

Your clitoris isn't so different in sensation from the tip of your cock, but where it's located - snug up under your pubic bone - and the complete absence of anything to grab leaves you feeling a little out of control of the situation. You stuff a finger up inside your vagina and gasp.

Your eyes are shut while you're busy fingering yourself, but you hear the Asian man say, “Open your eyes, O”.

You open them. You were so busy with the sensations your body was sending you you didn't notice that the Asian man had moved in front of you, sitting on the ottoman, blocking the heat from the fire.

“Look into my eyes, O,” he commands.

You obey. His eyes are a deep, liquid brown, but hard.

“Keep masturbating, slut,” he commands.

You obey, jerking yourself off while your gaze is locked on his. You find you can't turn your gaze away. Both hands are in your crotch now, one diddling your clit, the other using three fingers to stuff your wet cunt.

The Asian man smiles, and lifts your chin with one hand. He pushes his thumb between your lips, then his fingers, and splays them wide, forcing your jaws apart.

His other hand grabs your left breast and slowly, deliberately twists the flesh.

You scream open mouthed, unable even to close your jaw, and fall forward into the Asian man's lap as you come violently.

You're still sobbing and shuddering, your face pressed into the Asian man's crotch, when you feel knees between your own, pushing them apart. Trouser fabric falls onto your calves, a belt buckle cold against your ankle.

Hands on your hips, positioning you. Something hard against your cuntlips.

A single, smooth thrust, and you suddenly feel as if you've been speared. The hands pull you onto him, impaling you with his thick shaft.

The Asian man lifts you up out of his lap puts your hands on the floor. He pulls them forward, so that your face is pressed against the stone floor.

The man fucking you pushes you onto the floor, his weight pinning you, twist your hands behind your back, and fucks you until he spurts inside you.

He stands. You're lying in a heap on the ground as you hear the Asian man chuckle softly and say, “Well, you know, one always has to check the handiwork of one's employees. You've done well. But please work on obtaining the Key, will you?”

The men leave.