She rolled onto her back and lay there panting. Pointing from Simone to Dante, Cassie rasped, “Go get him.”

Simone required no more encouragement.

“Did you come?” Simone asked as she straddled Dante’s chest and sat on his stomach.

“No.”

“He doesn’t have permission to come,” The Mistress chimed in from her chair. She should have brought her book with her to work on while the kids played. She’d remember that for the next gang bang. “He hasn’t earned it yet.”

“You heard the lady,” Dante said, smiling up at Simone.

“Good. I want to fuck you, too. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Even from her corner of the room, The Mistress could hear the happiness in his voice. Not pleasure. Not desire. Happiness. Being used by women made him happy. And the ladies weren’t complaining, either.

Simone stripped him of the rest of his clothes.

“Can we tie him down, Mistress?” Simone asked as she pulled a new condom out of the box.

“Not this time. He’s a newbie. Gotta save something for the sequel,” she said. She and Dante hadn’t discussed his feelings about bondage

“Oh, fine.” Simone sounded playfully disappointed. “Cassie can hold him down then. That okay, Devon?”

“You won’t hear me objecting.”

“Good boy.” Simone gave him a patronizing couple of slaps on the cheek like a proud Italian grandmother. Looked like Simone might have a bit of a Switch side to her.

She pushed him into her and started riding him while Cassie held him by his wrists, pressing him into the bed. As strong as he was, he could have easily escaped the clutches of the girls, but The Mistress had a feeling that getting away hadn’t even crossed his mind. After a minute, Simone pulled off him, turned around and started to ride him reverse cowgirl-style.

“Do you actually enjoy that?” The Mistress asked. “That is my least favorite position. I feel like the cock’s poking my damn rib cage.”

“It’s kind of weird,” Simone admitted. “But he’s a good size for this position. Not too big, not too small. You have to tilt just right or it does hit the wrong spots.”

“Are you enjoying it?” The Mistress asked Dante. A trick question.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “As long as she is.”

“Spoken like a true sub.” The Mistress beamed with pride.

While Simone continued riding him, Cassie swung around and straddled his head. Now he had his cock buried in Simone and his tongue buried in Cassie. If he died underneath those two women, he would, at the very least, die a happy man.

Whatever that magic tongue of his was doing to Cassie certainly seemed to make her a happy woman. And Simone wasn’t complaining, either, as her hips pumped against him.

“Ladies?” The Mistress interjected. “Not to interrupt but he’s not going to be able to warn you he’s about to come if his tongue is three inches inside Cassie.”

Cassie sighed heavily as she moved off Dante’s face.

“I guess you’re right, Mistress. I’ll wait my turn.”