Liza took one last deep breath, tested her ability to walk in the heels and entered the room.
She kept her back to the men and swayed to the music. She ran her hands over her ass and with her red nails scratched its surface moving back upwards.
Mr. Leash turned to his friend, “Doesn’t that look like ....” His question trailed off as both men stared wide-eyed at Liza as she turned to face them.
Liza smiled slightly when she saw both men simultaneously rub their hands over their crotch. *It’s working* she thought and continued to dance. *They are going to be so damn hard! And I’ll walk away laughing at ***them*** this time!* She moved closer to the two men on the couch.
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Meanwhile ......
Liza glanced over to make sure her friends weren’t going to spoil her fun. Princess and Jane had a way of being magnetically pulled to any hard cock in the room.
Jane was up against the wall by the Englishman. She was struggling to get away but her body was pressed by his. One hand was around her throat; the other was up her skirt between her legs. Liza was impressed with her ability to struggle knowing how futile it was going to be. Jane’s face was flushed and her breathing fast and hard. *Hope he knows she’ll run at the first chance she gets. Janeypants loves to run.*
Princess, on the other hand, had no intention of going anywhere. She was bent over a spanking bench. Her Sir was in front of her with his hands wrapped in her hair shoving his cock so far down her throat she was gagging and drooling. Two women stood behind her spanking her ass to a deep red. One woman was using a wooden paddle, the other was using her bare hand. From her vantage point, Liza could see she was dripping wet. *Good. I won’t have to fight for attention.* she thought and leaned forward over Mr. Leash.
Liza straddled Mr. Leash and ran her fingers through his hair. With her other hand, she reached over to Mr. Milton and let her fingers cover his chest and move lower to his pants.
Each man reached a hand toward her ass, jarring her back to her senses. For a moment, she had almost lost focus due to the two cocks silently begging for her attention. She pushed herself to her feet and slapped their hands away. *I’d never get away with that if either one owned me* she giggled to herself.
Liza turned away from the men and stood with her back to Mr. Milton.
“I’m hot, sticky sweet. From my head to my feet.” And Liza bent forward allowing Mr. Milton a full view of her ..... assets.
She dropped to her knees, turning again toward the men. Her arms were so close together, one breast released itself from the lingerie. She sat back on her heels and took the straps off of her shoulders letting the garment pool around her waist.
Liza brought her hands up in a feigned show of shyness and covered her exposed breasts. Then she did several things at once. Her head fell back and her nails dug into her white flesh, drawing pink lines across both breasts but avoiding the nipples. She drew a sharp intake of breath as she herself dragged those same nails from her knees along the insides of her thighs.
*Damn. I’ve got to stop doing that.* Liza chastised herself for, once again, getting lost in her own moment instead of carefully focusing on exacting the revenge she sought.
Mr. Leash and Mr. Milton stared, seemingly transfixed, on the sight before them. Neither the yelps from Jane, nor the increasingly loud moans of Princess distracted them. It was to Liza’s own detriment that she mistook the looks on their faces.
She remained kneeling between the two of them and reached over to the belts of each to unbuckle them.
*All’s well that ends well* and she smirked inside her head. She thought herself the victor. They were right where she wanted them. Hard, disoriented by their own desire, and oblivious to her plans.
She deftly undid the top button and unzipped their pants.
Commando! These men had no use for restraints on anyone other than their prey.
Liza leaned forward. One hand cupped her breast, the other trailed toward her center. *They are hard. I’m wet. This is perfect!* she thought. *Almost there. Those domly ones will think twice before laughing at me again.*
Her hands went back to the men. Nails tracing up the shafts and around the heads.
That was her undoing. She was a cockwhore. She should’ve known better than to create her own temptation.
“Yes, baby” whispered Mr. Leash.
“Very nice, Red” growled Mr. Milton.
Liza melted. In retrospect, if either had used any other term, she would’ve been able to continue. As it was, they didn’t ... and she didn’t. And a whimper escaped her red lips as her eyes closed.
She was jolted her to feet and back to reality with a ferocity that belied thoughts of a dream turning into a nightmare.
Each man had stood, grabbed her arm, twisted it behind her back and stood on either side of her.
“Our turn” they said in unison.