Brie lost herself in their aggressive foreplay, loving the undivided attention of both men.
At one point, Sir flipped her onto her stomach, making Brie yelp in excitement. He pulled down her panties just enough to slide his hard cock between her ass cheeks. He teased her with the head of his shaft but did not take her.
Instead, he pulled away and ripped off her jeans and panties, ordering her to get on her hands and knees. When she did not move quickly enough because of her bindings, he playfully snapped the crop across her ass.
Brie smiled when she felt the sting. Looking at him, she asked demurely, “How may I please you, Master?”
“Suck his dick while I tease you with the crop.”
Brie bit her lip, even more turned on when she heard his command. Turning to face Rytsar, she leaned forward on her hands and knees to kiss his hard shaft.
“That’s it, radost moya. Let me watch as you take my cock into your mouth.”
Brie parted her pink lips and slowly encased the head of his shaft while she stared up at him, batting her eyes prettily—the picture of innocence.
She felt the erotically ticklish feel of the crop’s leather tongue as Sir ran it up the length of one thigh and down the other. She felt its sting again as he slapped her buttocks with it.
Brie moaned on Rytsar’s cock, her pussy already dripping with excitement.
“Take him deeper,” Sir commanded.
Brie relaxed the muscles in her throat as the Russian fisted her hair and guided his rigid shaft into her mouth.
“Krasivaya,” Rytsar murmured while he watched her take him down her throat.
While she deep-throated him, Sir continued to play with the crop. He gently tapped the leather tongue across her back, before leaning forward to caress her breasts with the instrument. She felt the slippery hardness of his cock rubbing against her clit, and ached for him to claim her with it.
“It has been too long, moy droog,” Rytsar groaned. “I have little restraint with her.”
Brie loved hearing that Rytsar was struggling not to come in her mouth. Knowing she had the power to make the sadist crazy like that acted as an aphrodisiac, and she sucked even harder while increasing her rhythm.
Sir flicked the crop against her ass, knowing exactly what she was doing. “Slow and steady, téa.”
Brie batted her eyes innocently at Rytsar as she pulled out momentarily and smiled up at him. Then she took him again inch by slow inch.
His low growl filled the room. “I can smell how wet her cunt is…”
“Would you like to feel it?” Sir asked.
“Da,” he groaned. Changing positions, Rytsar lay on his back and ordered Brie to mount herself on his cock.
With help from Sir, she straddled Rytsar’s waist and lowered herself. She hesitated for a moment when she felt the head of his cock press against her opening, wanting to tease him just a bit more.
Rytsar was having none of it and grabbed her waist with both hands, forcing her to take the entirety of his shaft. Brie cried out in exquisite pleasure, her body primed and ready to be fucked.
“Wait,” Sir ordered, pressing her down on Rytsar’s chest.
Brie remained still when she felt Sir move away from her. Soon, however, she heard the familiar sound of him coating his shaft with lubricant. “Although my cock is covered in your juices and I could take you now, you’ll need the extra lubricant because I plan to fuck you deep and hard.”
She shivered in delight, excited by the challenge of their double pounding. “Please, Master!”
The satisfying sound of his hand smacking her ass rang through the bedroom as he positioned himself behind her. “I will hold nothing back, téa.”
Her pussy contracted with excitement at the thought, squeezing Rytsar’s cock, making him groan in pleasurable frustration.
Sir positioned his cock against her tight rosette and slowly began to penetrate her. She whimpered softly, her body aching as she took his cock deep in her ass.
Brie was addicted to the challenge and relished the excitement of taking both men at the same time. There was no other feeling like it!
“Take her deep until you can take no more,” Sir told Rytsar.
Rytsar grunted, tightening his grip around her waist. He smirked as he gazed into Brie’s eyes. “I will show no mercy.”
She moaned loudly in response, forcing herself to relax as both men soon matched each other’s rhythm, thrusting into her with strokes that were deep and demanding.
When they ramped up the pace, she screamed with pleasure and pain, her eyelids fluttering as she completely let go and let them have their way with her body.
Flying on the sub-high their double penetration created, Brie encouraged them to fuck her even harder. Soon, the two men were grunting like animals as they gave her exactly what she asked for.
“Oh God, oh God…” Brie cried, her entire body tingling as she approached the edge of the pleasurable abyss.
Both men were relentless and did not let up. Finally, Rytsar roared like a beast as his body stiffened and he began releasing his seed deep inside her. Sir’s climax followed immediately, and he fucked her ass hard as he came.
Feeling them orgasm inside her at the same time was exceedingly erotic and she screamed in passion to let them know how much she loved it.
When Sir finished, he disengaged and collapsed beside her, panting heavily while a satisfied smile spread across his face.
Rytsar let out a satisfied growl. “There is nothing like celebrating a near-death experience by fucking one’s brains out.”
“I agree, brother.”
When Brie went to roll off Rytsar, he suddenly stopped her and commanded, “Stay.”
Wrapping his arms around her, Rytsar began murmuring Russian words in her ear, confessing his deep and abiding love for her.
Then he looked up at the heavens and thanked God for sparing their lives. Turning to Sir, he demanded, “You must promise never to die, brother.”
Sir chuckled.
“At the very least, wait until I am gone.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Good.”
Brie sighed happily while she listened to their banter. She felt completely worn out and content. “This was exactly what my soul needed.”
Clicking his tongue, Rytsar glanced at Sir. “Only one thing can make the moment better.”
“What’s that?”
“Vodka.”
Brie giggled when Rytsar shouted, “Maxim, bring me a bottle and three shot glasses.”
Moments later, Maxim came to the door with a tray.
Rytsar stood up in all his naked glory and took it from him.
Carrying the tray back to the bed, Rytsar set it on the nightstand and filled the three glasses.
He handed the first one to Brie. “A toast to mark the day you cheated death.”
She took the glass from him, giggling softly when he handed her a pickle. “You know, I’ve never done a shot in bed.”
Rytsar winked at her before handing the next glass to Sir. He took the last one for himself. Once he had rejoined them on the bed, he raised his glass to them.
“Here’s to facing death and living to tell about it!”
As she clinked glasses with both men, Brie realized her experience that day had shown her what was most important in her life. It wasn’t fame, riches, or even her beloved films. It was much simpler than that.