Simone slid off the bed and stripped off all her clothes, except for her elaborately laced high heels. She sat with her back to the headboard of the bed and spread her legs wide.

“Fingers first,” she said to Dante and he seemed to have no problem taking that sort of order. Cassie took off her clothes while Dante slipped two and then three fingers into Simone. Whatever he was doing seemed to be working because in less than a minute, Simone the submissive gave an unmistakable order. “Tongue now.”

Simone spread her folds and gave Dante better access to her clitoris. He’d said he loved going down on women and he certainly showed incredible enthusiasm for the task.

Cassie crawled back onto the bed and began caressing Simone’s breasts, teasing her pierced nipples while Dante lapped at her vagina, sucked on her clitoris. All Simone could do was grab the bars of the headboard and moan and moan until an orgasm seized her with body-wracking force.

“Wow...” With that one word Simone collapsed tiredly onto the bed. “Your turn, Cass.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Cassie said as she pushed Dante onto his back. The Mistress wondered if this was like his first time with Amie. On his back, nervous, aroused beyond comprehension, wondering what the hell he was doing while a beautiful older girl touched parts of his body no one but he had touched before. She had to wonder where that trio of girls were now. Beautiful, erotic and loved, giving sexual orders to men? They sounded like perfect additions to The 8th Circle. Kingsley was always looking for a few good Dommes.

Cassie brought Dante’s mouth to her breasts and he latched onto a nipple. He caressed her other breast while she straddled his lap and ground her hips against his. Once Simone recovered enough from her orgasm to see straight again, she did Dante the favor of opening his jeans and freeing his erection. Simone took a condom out of the nightstand and rolled it onto him.

Dante stretched out onto his back as Cassie took him into her hand and guided him inside her. With her hands on his broad, tattooed chest, she rode him with long oval undulations of her hips.

“I know it feels good,” The Mistress said to Dante from her chair near the bed, “but don’t forget, no coming. Just the girls, not you.”

“I promise I won’t. As long as she comes, that’s all that matters.”

“Oh, she’s coming,” Cassie said as she bucked her hips harder against him, using him like nothing more than a dildo that just so happened to be attached to a human body. Dante cupped Cassie’s breasts as she moved on him, teasing her nipples until they were bright red and swollen. “She is definitely coming.”

“Take your time,” Dante said from underneath her. “I can stay here all day....”

He moved one hand between their bodies and found her clitoris. He pressed up against the tight bud and Cassie gasped. She’d promised she was coming and she hadn’t been lying. With a cry they probably heard in the dungeon at the end of the hall, Cassie climaxed on top of him.