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“You are welcome to go deeper and faster than that,” Nadia said as she watched the pair intently, her red eyes glittering with keen interest.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” Muriel’s voice was quiet, though his grip on Portia’s hips was firm and kept her in place. Portia watched as The Countess leaned over from her seat to tuck a stray auburn curl behind her ear.

“I think you will find that my kitten is quite resilient, isn’t she?” Nadia stroked Portia’s cheek as she mewled enthusiastically. She could hear Muriel grunt behind her and then slam hard into her, making her yelp. God, he was big. It hurt in the best way and she could tell The Countess intended to enjoy every minute of watching her squirm and wail.

“Very nice,” Nadia relaxed back in her seat, one of her manicured hands settling between her thighs. “Remember that you have my full permission to use her however you like.”

“Thanks.”

Portia half moaned, half yelped as Muriel pulled her hips flush against his and bottomed out in her. She bit her lip, hands clenching the sheet beneath them in her fists as he pumped rhythmically in and out. One of his big hands still firmly gripped her thigh while the other trailed idly down her back, gently pushing her hair out of the way. She chanced a look at her mistress; Nadia had reclined in her chair, her eyes heavily lidded as her elegant fingers brushed against her clit. Portia couldn’t help but whine. If The Countess would move just a bit closer she could bury her face between her thighs where it belonged. The thought of getting to service her while being railed made her whimper happily.

“Just a moment, my dear lovers,” Nadia murmured as she drew her hands away from herself and began to rummage through a small, ornate chest next to her. Portia whined softly as Muriel slowed. She rolled her hips hungrily back against him, but he just gently hushed her, his thick fingers trailing down her spine. They both watched Nadia curiously; Portia felt a flutter of excitement as she thought about what her mistress might pull out of the chest. The thought of a ball gag or a leash for her collar made her clench needily.

The Countess knelt in front of her, an elegantly sculpted glass dildo in her hands. The flecks of gold that were inlaid in the glass glittered in the low light.

“Prepare this for me.”

Nadia had hardly even pressed it to Portia’s lips before she eagerly took it into her mouth, running her tongue over the glass and trying to coat it with as much saliva as she could. She couldn’t keep from moaning on the length as Muriel rocked into her.

“Very good,” Nadia’s voice was soft as she smiled down at her, fingers tracing up Portia’s cheek into her hair to straighten the cat ears she wore. “She’s so well behaved, isn’t she?”

Muriel grunted in agreement as he tangled his fingers in her hair and tilted her head back. The Countess held her chin and slowly took the toy from her mouth, never once breaking their held gaze.

“Excellent work as always, Portia,” Nadia said as she admired the way it glistened. Portia mewled happily and wriggled. The Countess patted her head before returning to her seat and motioning for them to continue. And God, did he. Muriel pulled almost completely out before slamming hard back into her. Portia wailed as he carefully, but firmly, pressed her shoulders down and pulled her ass higher up against him. Through half shut eyes she watched Nadia biting her lip and tracing her own entrance, waiting for just the right moment to penetrate herself.

“Would it be possible,” when The Countess spoke her voice was husky, her tone like warm honey. “For you to hold her up? I would love to see my kitten used like a toy.”

Portia couldn’t help but moan as she was pulled backwards and lifted, a strong  arm circled around her abdomen and another gripping her hip. It was almost too much, being lifted up and down on his cock like that, he was so, so deep.

“She wants to see your face,” Muriel’s voice was a deep rumble in her ear as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. With a little help, she managed to raise her head to watch as The Countess started fucking herself. If the look in her eyes was anything to go by, Portia could tell the night was going to be exhaustingly, wonderfully long.