Master carries me back into the bathroom, but instead of walking straight into the shower, he stops in front of the vanity. “Just look at you Little One,” he breathes. I turn my head from its comfy arm-pillow, and look into the mirror before us. Master looks completely undone, I've never seen him like this before, he looks…entirely satisfied, while still seemingly on edge, but his whole demeanour is softer. He smiles at mirror-me and then looks down at the me-in-his-arms, the smile no less intoxicating. I stare at myself in the mirror, snuggled in his embrace, and a slow smile spreads across my own face. My hair is an absolute mess, my lips are swollen, my eyes glazed - I look like I've just woken from an incredibly sexy dream…but I'm still wide awake.
“You look utterly, thoroughly and completely fucked my sweet, sweet girl,” he says as he lightly kisses my cheek, “I had visions of how this night would go, and you have completely surpassed all of my expectations. And his,” he lifts his eyes in the mirror to look at Sir, who has now turned the jets of water on in the shower and is standing under the monsoon head, with his face up to the spray of water. He looks like any woman's wet dream, and I have to wonder if I'm not, in fact, actually dreaming.
“Oh, he's definitely real sweetheart,” Master once again deftly reads my thoughts, “and I am definitely ok with all of this. I never thought I'd be able to share you, but you've honoured me by telling me your curiosities, and I've now been honoured to bear witness to their fruits…particularly strawberries,” he says with a wide grin, and I grin right back at him in the mirror.
“I'm so grateful Master,” my words come out thick, mainly from exhaustion, but also from emotion, “all I've ever wanted is to please you,” understatement, “I'm so incredibly grateful for the trust you've allowed both Sir and myself this evening, but also for allowing me to share this experience with you because it has been the most amazing night of my life,” I can't hold back a little sniffle, and I blink fast to clear the tears rising to the surface. Master simply plants a lingering kiss to my temple, and then turns us toward the shower.
As we enter the shower, Sir shifts his focus to us, giving us a lopsided grin that would melt any woman's panties (and luckily, I don't have any on), moving himself so that there is room for all three of us to stand within the gloriously refreshing jets of hot water. Master plants me gently on my feet, and I feel like I need to make my stand now, as a woman.
“Sir, Master,” I start, building my confidence as I stand between them, “I've been so honoured by all of your attentions this evening, and if you'll allow me, I'd like to take care of you both - by washing you,” I interject, seeing their eyes widen, “I would like you to allow me to clean you,” I begin again, “and then I can clean myself, before we continue.” There. I said it. I don't feel right because my role is generally a service role, I neither demand nor expect attention, and the amount of attention I've had this evening has way surpassed my comfort limits. I didn't actually understand this myself until just now. Master looks at me with deep understanding, while Sir cocks his head to the side, somewhat unsure.
“What our Little One is trying to tell us,” Master says to Sir, “is that so far this evening has been all about us paying attention to her,” see, I knew he'd get it, “and that she has stepped out of her role, and thus, out of her comfort zone,” he looks at Sir expectantly, and I too turn my attention to him.
He still looks somewhat confused, but manages to say, “I understand.” I'm not sure he truly does, but he says it with enough conviction that I give him an encouraging smile, and pick up the soap. I twirl my fingers to mimick him turning around, and he does so, although with a slight frown on his gorgeous face. But I can fix that, so I don't worry. I rub the soap in my hands, creating a creamy lather, and then begin to work my way from his shoulders down, leaving his face and his private bits for him to clean himself. I then do the same for Master, and as they both finish cleaning themselves, I clean myself, finishing by rinsing my hair under the water, and running my fingers through to hopefully remove most of the tangles and snarls.
The men wait patiently, watching like hawks, until I smile and say, “All done, wait right there.” I exit the shower, give myself a quick dry with fluffy-towel, then hold up another towel and motion for Sir to hop out. Master just smiles at me, and then continues enjoying the monsoon shower, his sleek, toned body glistening in the water.
Sir joins me, and I smile up at him, assessing his expression, hoping he'll receive my help with good grace - it really is something I crave as part of my power exchange with Master, being able to take care of him, because he takes care of me so well. Sir takes my face gently in his hands and kisses my forehead, then stands back with his arms out, waiting for me to dry him. Yay! I beam up at him, then get to work. I dry his face and hair first, and then work my way down, walking around him to dry his back and shoulders, then coming back around to his front. I look up at him as I kneel in front of him to dry his hips, and then his cock. He closes his eyes and groans, but I don't linger, continuing down his legs. I tap his right foot to get him to lift it, and make sure I get in between his toes, before doing the same on his left. Once I'm done, I stand and wrap the towel around his hips, turning my face up to make sure I've done a good job. He brushes some hair away from my face, and then tucks it behind my ear, “Thank you Little One,” he whispers, and then plants a soft kiss on my lips, sauntering away with a sexy swagger back towards the bedroom. He stops at the door, and without looking back, drops the towel from his hips, so I can get a good eyeful of his gorgeous ass. He gives it a smack, then continues on into the bedroom, making me giggle and shake my damn head.
I turn back to Master and find that he's already standing right behind me, making me jump a little, and he gives a breathy laugh, “Sorry Baby, I didn't mean to give you a fright.”
I giggle again, and he wiggles his eyebrows at me. He's been so entirely different in this scenario, he's usually always so incredibly serious and intoxicating, but I can't deny that Fun & Relaxed Master also really does it for me. I step into him and plant a small kiss on his chest, and then grab a fresh towel to dry him with.
I give him the same rub down as I gave Sir, and when I get to his cock, it is hard and jumps as I get close. A pearl of liquid sits at the top, and I lick my lips, looking up at Master. “As much as I would very much love you to suck my cock right now Baby,” he says, “I can wait. You can finish drying me, then we'll join Sir and see what he's up to.”
“I can hear you!” Sir shouts from the bedroom, “I'm being good and waiting very patiently for Kitty to continue to service my needs!”
Master and I look at each other and both burst out laughing. “I'll be right with you Sir!” I giggle back. I finish drying Master's legs, feet and toes, and then hang up all of the towels, following Master to the bedroom when I'm done.
Master throws himself onto the bed, and instantly begins stroking his cock. Sir is reclining leisurely on the other side of the bed, hands behind his head, his cock standing proud and thick and ready.
“How would you like me to start Sir?” I ask as I make my way to his side of the bed, “would you like my mouth? I can lick it all over and then massage it with my tongue?” I slowly climb up onto the end of the bed, and then start to crawl up towards him, “or I can take you in my pussy? She's wet and warm and ready, and I can ride your cock until I cum,” I crawl up over his legs and lick the wetness at the tip of his cock, “what would you like Sir? I'm here for your pleasure,” I lean down, placing little kisses on his balls and flicking them with my tongue.
“What about your hot little ass Kitty?” Sir's voice is like gravel, “what if I want a little bit of everything?”
“Your wish is my command Sir, I always aim to please,” I say before taking the head of his cock in my mouth, and rolling it around and around my tongue. I take it right down to the back of my throat, and do the same, enjoying his gasps and moans as I suck and lick the full length of his cock. I come back up and let it go with a loud pop, then crawl up so that I'm kneeling above him, hovering over the throbbing tip.
I lean forward, taking hold of his erection, “Like this?” I breathe, rubbing it around my wet folds, flicking my clit, and then dipping it into my pussy. He growls, and I'm well aware that he wants to grab my breast and push me down on his cock, but he leaves his hands behind his head, staring at me with a burning intensity, trying to force me down with his will alone. But I continue to play for a moment longer, testing the boundaries, stretching his restraint, and then, ensuring that I'm aiming correctly I slam down with a wet smack.
“OH FUCK! Fuck yes Kitty,” he shouts, and thrusts himself up deeper into my pussy. I throw my head back, because fuck that feels good. His restraint snaps again, and he reaches up to grab both tits in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers, shooting bursts of electrical charges through my body. I don't lift, I grind. Grinding down and around and back and forth on his cock, grinding my hard, wet clit against his pubic bone. I cum without warning, shattering on top of him, as he continues to rock beneath me, enjoying the spasms running through the muscles in my pussy.
Suddenly, I'm lifted in the air, but my pussy isn't empty for long - Master eases me onto his cock, so thick and hard, and rubs my back as I lay on his chest, “You ready Little One? Lay still, this is going to feel so good,” Master whispers in my ear, telling me that I'm such a good girl and he's so proud of me, continuing to rub my back, as I feel that cold liquid again on my asshole, and I know what's going to happen.
“Before you say that you need to look after us,” Sir says softly behind me, rubbing the lube into my ass with his fingers, “this is about us, not you. We're being incredibly selfish, because this is what we want, and you're the only one who can make this happen Kitty. We need you, right now. Will you do this for us?” Fucking sweet son of a bitch.
“Fuck yes Sir,” and that's all I need to say. Master kisses my neck and my shoulder, while Sir positions himself, the head of his cock sitting at my entrance. He holds my hips, then licks up my spine, before giving me a good smack on the ass, and beginning his entry. Slowly, gently, beautifully, he fills me completely. Master is shaking beneath me, holding on to his own restraint, but it won't last long.
They begin to move, hitting a perfect rhythm, all three of our bodies becoming parts of one beautiful machine. It isn't long before they've both increased the speed of their thrusts - panting and sweating, needing and giving together, and there is no feeling in the world that even comes close to the exquisite building of the orgasm inside me. It's all I can focus on - the ever-increasing tension in my muscles, and the overwhelming intensity assaulting every nerve in my body.
My orgasm starts with a low, primal growl from deep within my core, building until my body can no longer hold it and I implode, shouting out as I cum, all of my muscles squeezing the living fuck out of the two cocks inside of me, and causing a tsunami of mutual pleasure at the exact same time, both men taken by surprise at the sheer force applied to their most sensitive parts. I feel them both explode within me, the sensation sending shockwaves again through me, drawing out every bit of energy from our bodies.
Moments, minutes, hours seem to pass, our bodies an exhausted pile of sweaty flesh, and Sir finally manages to roll off my back, taking me with him down to the mattress. They lie with me between them, satisfied, replete, and ready for sleep. As I'm drifting off into peaceful oblivion, Sir mumbles, “Five stars Kitty. Five stars.” I hear Master chuckle, and then sleep takes me.
