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Leya is at the top of her game as she recovers quickly from the pleasure Claire has just given her. She pulls my girlfriend up on the bed, beside me, laying her on her back. Claire settles herself on her elbows, looking at us, waiting for instructions. Leya pulls me off Paola and up, standing near the bed.

"You're both such great sports, letting us into your intimacy like that..."
"It's a pleasure," I reply, and Claire's eyes support my answer.
"And I think Paola would agree with me that we want to thank you profusely."

Paola has leaned on the side; her fingers are caressing Claire's side.

"I completely agree."

Leya pushes me back on my knees, to the floor, and moves me so my face is at Claire's crotch.

"Why don't you pleasure your girlfriend?" she tells me.

Like I need her to insist. My fingers slide against the crease of Claire's sex a moment later, ready to give everything I can to my girlfriend. I see Paola lean in, kiss her lips, then move her head to her chest so she can kiss her nipples. This time, Claire is the center of attention. This reminds me so much of the games we used to have with Jennifer and Sarah, and I realize how much I miss them since they're no longer together.

My mind gets distracted by fingers against my own pussy; Leya is gently prodding my insides and I moan under her touch. I keep working on Claire until I hear Paola whisper to my girlfriend.

"Can I... sit... on your face?"
"Of course," Claire answers.

Suddenly, we're even more involved than before. Paola climbs on top of Claire's face, facing me, and my girlfriend starts eating her up, like I did only a few minutes ago. Leya has two fingers in me now and I'm barely able to focus on my own pleasuring of my girlfriend. All of a sudden, it hits me - and then it hits her - and then, it hits Paola. We're all so turned on by the experience that every single attention drives us into bliss. My lips bury themselves on Claire's snatch and I let the pleasure ride both of us.

For the next two hours, our play room becomes a pleasure room. Leya is the first one to put the strap-on belt around her waist, and she uses it on me first. I love how a dildo, strapped like that onto a partner, makes me feel submissive. It's the closest to male penetration there is (barring the real thing) and it's always a very satisfying experience. Paola watches her take me hard while she and Claire huddle together. Then, I get the luxury of watching Leya do the same to my boss, lying on her back. Watching the dildo disappear inside her pussy is almost too much. While that's happening, I also use a second dildo on Claire.

Then Paola gets her hands on the strap-on belt, and I'm her first victim. She rides me (or I ride her, depending on the position) for way too long. My cunt is on fire by that point. I watch Leya and Claire eat each other up in the classic 69 position while Paola - mylady - pounds into me as if she were trying to tear me apart. And then, I watch her do the same to Claire, not for as long but still, while Leya gets up to ramming four fingers inside me, almost her full hand (I have to hold her back before she injures me).

Whether I pass out or I fall asleep from exhaustion, I can't really tell. The pleasure and emotion must have overwhelmed my senses. Regardless, I sleep soundly.

I wake up in the middle of the night with a desperate need to pee. I'm in the bondage bed, with Paola on one side and Claire on the other. I get up but neither of them stirs awake. I kiss Claire on the cheek, then Paola the same way, and I exit the bed. As I walk out, I see the light from the living room, so I walk over. The television is on, and Leya is watching it. There's porn on the screen, and it's not the one I filmed from Paola. It takes me a moment to recognize that the woman in the scene is Leya, and she seems to be enjoying the company of three male companions.

As I walk around the couch (I know she's noticed me but she hasn't moved from her spot), I realize she's masturbating with our small vibrator.

"Leya...?" I start.

She shushes me. I remember I need to pee so I head for the bathroom, get my business done, and return to the living room. By that time, the men on the screen are double-teaming her. They're hunks, young, not necessarily very handsome but very well-defined in their physique. From Leya's appearance in the video, this can't be very old. It's a still scene so it must have been a mounted camera.

"It was quite the night," Leya comments.
"It looks like it," I answer.

Leya is still pleasuring herself with the vibrator. I notice the strap-on belt and dildo are on the couch beside me. Im' wondering if I should put them on. Then, I check Leya's face. It's almost like she's been crying.

"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing."

She's lying, of course, but do I have a right to insist? Then again, we did just make passionate love...

"Why are you watching this?"
"To remind myself of who I am."
"Who you are?"
"A whore..."

I want to slap her, and not for bondage purposes. I hate it when people think like that. She's so much more than that. She helped Paola and me out of our jam. She's smart, challenging, playful and so gorgeous.

"You are not a whore!"

She turns her head to me.

"Why would you say that?" I continue.
"Because.. I can't... Men, they just take advantage of me... women too."
"Then don't let them!"

By that time, in the video, one of the men is done. From the corner of my eye, I catch his cumshot in her face. I reach for the remote and hit pause. There'a still of Paola's face with the semen dribbling down her cheek.

"Is this all you see when you look at yourself?" I tell her, pointing to the screen.
"Sometimes... when I get really intimate and nice, I... and tonight was really intimate..."

I wrap my arm around her neck and pull her head against my shoulder.

"I'm not letting you despair alone. If we're gonna despair, let's do it together!"

She smiles. She pulls up and kisses me.

"I just want the sex to mean something," she whispers to me. "You know?"
"Oh! I know..."

We remain there for a time, silent, until the pause skips and the video resumes. But by then, Leya has calmed down and I have a pretty good idea of what comes next. Not that I mind. Not that Claire will mind.

Sometimes, things just fall into place.

The next morning, we start again. Mind you, not instantly. Most of us need to pee. But then, I tie Paola down on the bondage bed, and the three of us take turns with her sex. I return the favor with the strap-on and make her come hard, all the while providing much pleasure to myself.

"For the road," I say afterwards, as a joke.

But there are things unsaid. Things I need to speak about with Claire. So I indulge in that, hitting the shower with her while Leya and Paola entertain each other in my kitchen (and this time, I mean get to talking, not the other kind of entertaining). I share my ideas with Claire and she seems to agree. I can't do anything without her consent.

With everything said and done, it's time to see how the wheels turn.