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  In many circles they had wicked reputations. They didn't mind, as long as everyone involved played an informed, safe, sane, and consensual game, they felt free to indulge themselves.

  Since their first sexual experience, they'd shared their women. Separately or together, it didn't matter to either of them. Simply put, the Michaud brothers got off on sex and saw nothing wrong with offering their partner at the time for the other to enjoy. Neither one of them has been in a steady relationship where the other hasn't, in some way, been sexually involved. They were always upfront about what they wanted and if the woman balked, she was politely shown the door.

  With a small frown creasing his face, James thought about how some of their bedmates had enjoyed the experience but over time, most had wanted more from them than they could offer. It wasn't because they were anti-commitment, because they weren't. The problem was neither one of them has met a woman they cared enough about to even think about making it a permanent relationship. Tonight they were here to fuck. Nothing else. Shaking his head pushed away all the nonsense and he refocused on the possibility of superior pussy mingling below them.

  Paris was their second home and they loved it. In their opinion, it seemed as if the people were not as sexually repressed as they had been back in the states. As far as he and his brother were concerned, there was no shame attached to enjoying the carnal arts—especially when done without barriers. Although, one thing the French didn't do was celebrate the American holiday, Halloween. Years ago, someone from the Liberté Sexuelle group adapted the fancy dress aspect for their annual fall bash in an effort to bring the new and older members together. Now the Depravity Dance was as famous for its costumes, as they were for drawing people who listened to their body's darkest hedonistic desires.

  Leaning on the railing running across the arrivals balcony, they stood there and took in the party.

  Located out in the eighteenth district was the warehouse where the party took place. A few groups who played less conventional sexual games owned and operated the building as a consortium and maintained it for various functions. In direct contrast to its exterior and location, the interior had been entirely reworked to present an opulent, comfortable, and sensual space.

  James looked around and didn't see anything had changed from the last time they'd been here. The lower ground floor was constructed of large rooms for mingling, dancing, and partaking of refreshments. The upper levels held rooms for more intimate encounters the partygoers enjoyed throughout the evening. Room sizes varied, as did the privacy level. Some people wanted to have sex behind closed doors, others liked to be watched, and then there were the party goers who encourage anyone to join in. There was space for vanilla sex up the scale to the sweetest love found only through pain.

  "Well, shall—" Thorn sounded as eager as he to start searching the various rooms.

  "Wait, look over there to the left, I believe it's a very sexy Marie Antoinette."

  Two sets of eyes looked across the room at a vivacious figure wearing a wig twisted high, powdery white and decorated with a crown set at a jaunty angle. Even with the white satin half mask, both men immediately felt this was the woman to take on their needs tonight. She looked capable of accepting them both and enjoying it.

  As one, and with their attention set on the beauty, they started making their way down the stairs. While he was walking, James took in as many details of their target as he could glimpse through the throng of roving characters.

  She wore a soft, gold satin corset. The cups lifted, but failed to cover all of her high, round breasts or hide the big red nipples peeking over the top edge. The garment flared out over her lush hips, and arrowed down in front until it ended by pointing straight at her mound. He felt a moment of disappointment to find her cunt covered by a small triangle of matching satin.

  He needed to know if her pussy was smooth or had a dusting of curls decorating it. It didn't matter either way, but he didn't like being denied any part of her lush form.

  When they drew closer, he was able to see her smooth white thighs were bare until just above her knee. This was where solid white stockings started and were held in place with golden satin ribbons tied in a bow. The skyscraperhigh, simple white leather lace-up boots were the final straw.

  Oh yes, this was a sexy bit of feminine flesh they had to have. There was no need to look to his side to see if Thorn was in agreement. It was more than a twin thing, after almost thirty years they knew each other as well as they knew themselves, and this included their taste in women. And this woman was it.

  Within a few steps of their goal, she turned around but didn't walk away. This view had him reaching down to grab hold of his hardened cock, readjusting it for comfort as they continued making their way to her side. Starting at her waist a swath of gold satin, gathered like a bustle and elegantly trailed down and across the floor behind her. The brothers didn't rush but neither did they stop to talk with anyone, nothing would deter them from their objective.

  They stepped up beside her, one on each side, and simultaneously used a hand to cup an ass cheek. The twins manipulated the globes, savoring the soft flesh as well as its resiliency.

  "My, my, what a lovely ass you have here, my Queen. Silky and malleable, perfect."

  Without jumping or moving away, she stood between the two men and let them fondle the body part in question. Before answering their compliment, she looked both right and left. Sharp and intense bright blue eyes focused on each of them, assuredly taking their measure. James felt his cock jump in his pants.

  "Thank you, it's mine, and I'm quite attached to it." James was surprised. In their haste, they'd made a mistake and spoke in English, but it seemed that was okay because she sounded American.

  "Hmmm, do you ever share it with others?" While neither had released their hold on her delectable ass, Thorn continued to make their play to claim her for the evening.

  For a long moment she was quiet, checking them both out again. They didn't make even the smallest of moves, letting her make up her own mind to their request. "Yes, with the right person…or persons." James released the thanked every deity for Something about this woman was calling out to him, and without so much as putting his dick inside her. When she looked at him, speaking through lovely plump pink folds and beautiful ice blue eyes staring intelligently back at him, he felt his dick eagerly throb for entrance. As she turned to look at Thorn, he looked at his brother and saw he felt the connection, too, although there'd been little doubt he would. If one felt something, then the other did as well.

  "Are we acceptable, because we'd like to share you between us this evening." James blinked at his brother. What was he doing, ignoring the wooing and gentling stage and instead jumping right into the fucking. "Gentlemen, may I suggest we take this upstairs?" Shit, he blinked again. It seems Marie Antoinette was on the same page as them after all, eager to enter the games. They walked as a group toward the stairs and made their way toward the upper floor's attendant. Accompanying them was the swishing from her train, if possible the sensual sound raised each of their libidos even further. "Are there any rooms available?" "No private rooms, but there are a few on the open

  side." "My Queen, are you concerned about someone watching us tame you to our cocks?" Thorn sounded strained when he posed the question. James noticed that, like him, he couldn't look at the lush beauty that stood

  breath he'd been holding and

  opening this door to heaven. between them. This woman was seriously testing their control. They were up for the challenge and ached to prove it by getting started.

  Personally, he'd prefer to have her to themselves, but they'd leave it up to her whether she wanted others involved or not. That thought was quickly followed by some kind of surreal belief that there wouldn't be a problem because she was sexually compatible with him and his brother. There was something about this tiny woman that already had a hold of him and it seemed the same was true for his brother. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the fee
ling yet, but would deal with it later, afterhe came a few times.

  "I think I'd prefer this evening be between us, although I don't mind if people want to watch."

  "We can ensure you are not disturbed by the viewers." The attendant was quick to answer, obviously realizing they were chomping at the bit and any delays could be harmful to anyone other than the woman.

  "Perfect, which room is ours?" Anxious, James stepped forward, he needed to get some part of his body inside this woman and quickly.

  "On the open level, next floor up, room five. It's the pink door on the right."

  The train of satin matched their pace, no slow slaps but a continuous swish as the trio quickly made their way up to and through the pink door. James closed it firmly behind them, leaned back, and watched his usually cool brother lose it in the face of this beauty.

  By the time Thom had made it halfway to the bed, he'd already pulled his tie off and started working on his coat.

  "Take off those panties, Marie, and I'll unlace your corset."

  Once she was nude except for her stockings, shoes, wig and mask, his brother had her in his arms and was passionately kissing her. Finally, something, somewhere inside him, relaxed.

  James watched as Thorn pulled away from her lips and whispered against the lush folds. "I adore your little blonde pelt."

  It looked like she fit perfectly in his arms and therefore would his. Not wanting to look away from his twin feasting on her mouth, he couldn't stop his mind from wallowing in how her large breasts would feel pressed against his chest. The hard tips would drill into him, tempt him to take one point between his teeth and tease it with his tongue.

  James could hear her moaning from where he stood and smiled. He and his brother preferred a woman who felt no shame in her pleasure, who didn't mind letting everyone within hearing distance know of her satisfaction. He looked around and noted one wall, perpendicular to the bed, was all glass and most likely had a gallery space beyond for people to watch them.

  This wasn't an issue for them, nor, apparently, was it for Marie Antoinette. As he pulled off his tie and coat, he noted their woman had already stripped off Thorn's shirt and was now undoing his pants, pulling them down as she settled on her knees and finally off with his shoes.

  She was a golden vision, full of fabulous curves to be savored. Toeing off his shoes, he felt his dick harden further as he saw his brother feed his hard-on through her open lips. Her small hands grasped hold of his thighs, eventually the nimble fingertips moved up to tease his hard balls. It was obvious she couldn't take all of him, but what she could was glistening from its forays into her mouth. "Oh yes, like that, suck it hard, baby girl!" Thorn took a moment to look up at him, and James found the expected look of lust on his face, but there was something more. He was stunned, somehow his twin looked both lost and found at the same time. There was something more to this woman than a quick fuck.

  The suckling sounds echoing loudly throughout the room brought him back into the moment and turned him on all the more. He wanted inside her, the sooner the better. "Shit, you're incredible—stop!" The pressure between his legs was reaching an unmanageable level, and soon his brain wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything but coming inside this sexy lady. James sensed his brother coming to the same conclusion. He took a great deal of pleasure in watching as Thorn helped their lover stand, pulling her into his embrace and pressing his lips gently against hers. There was a bell within the crown attached to her wig and it tinkled with a carefree air that they were all experiencing. Their Marie Antoinette was quickly turning into a real catch and they both felt a need to cherish and share her.

  Stepping back after pressing a kiss against her lips, Thorn took one long last look and appeared to like everything he saw.

  "Go on, lie down on the bed, and let us take pleasure in your sweet body before we fuck you senseless." "Hmmm, promise?" "Absolutely!" They answered in unison.

  * * * * A giggle slipped out as she turned and made her way to the large platform bed. Liana Trudeau had recently moved to the city, the country, and luckily, found a place to relieve her pent-up desires without any strings attached. She considered this night a requirement to indulge her sexual needs, to clear her brain so she could focus on her work. There was no way she'd screw up her future because some sexual frustrations were tearing her apart.

  She had a chance to work with a major museum as a curator for a special exhibition on fashion through the ages. Room for error was non-existent. They presented her with a timeline to organize and implement the display and she'd gladly taken it. Hopefully, she would receive her doctorate in return.

  This once in a lifetime opportunity challenged her mind, but her body and soul needed attention, too. And the kind of sexual satisfaction these two men appeared to be offering was exactly what she yearned for.

  Crawling onto the bed and into the center, she laid back and looked at her men for the night. They were gorgeous, faultless specimens of male perfection. Tall, handsome, dark-haired, dark-eyed beauties with cocks fit enough to make her body shudder in anticipation and her cunt weep with necessity.

  They hadn't talked much but she was fine with it. After they took the edge off her desire there'd be time for chit-chat, before they started fucking all over again. She trailed a finger down and around her hard nipple, watching them from beneath lowered lids. There was no doubt in her mind they were full of stamina.

  Fashion was her cerebral addiction, hence her excitement over this fancy dress party. An erotic Marie Antoinette was very much within her personality. She couldn't tell who the brothers were supposed to be, but it didn't matter. From their first touch on her ass, it had been obvious they had a way of tapping into her passionate needs like no other man has in years. The intense feelings they evoked didn't worry her much, she was unattached and therefore free to do whatever made her feel happy and complete.

  Her pussy started to beat as she watched the one who'd stood back while she sucked on the other's rod stroke himself. Liana spread her legs wider and spoke the words she thought they all needed to hear.

  "Please, gentlemen, please come over here and fuck me. Make me scream with pleasure, make me come again and again, and make me beg for more." She wanted them to fill her up.

  "Not to worry, you'll definitely be begging." This came from the man whom she'd had his tool in her mouth. The hard flesh had been delicious, and she hadn't wanted to let it go. She needed to feel them both driving in and out of her body, bumping and grinding against her. Filling her completely. Making her feel very much alive. "I plead better if I know whom to address." They looked at each other, subtly nodded and moved toward the bed. One came up, took hold of her wrists, and firmly held them down on the bed and above her head as he straddled her, pressing his cock insistently against her lips. She opened wide, joyfully accepting the prodding tool of bliss.

  "The cock you're sucking belongs to James and the tongue about to delve between your divine pussy's lips is mine, Thorn." "Hmmm." With the one man trapping her upper body against the bed, she was basically a captive to them, and loved it. Thorn shifted her legs about until she was widely spread out, and used his broad shoulders to keep her opened. Liana was given no time to settle into the position before he pinched her clit, pulled it out from beneath its protective hood and thrust his tongue into the slit, sending it deep inside her cunt. "Hmmm." In and out, he thrust his tongue, plunging like his cock would. It only made her want more. The rod in her mouth was a tasty treat, but at this moment she wanted, needed to be taken—yes, masterfully fucked.

  "Plle…" She tried to voice what she wanted more eloquently but with her mouth full, no one understood. Liana tried again to get their attention, "Ummm." Still they continued to tease her body.

  Thorn pressed his hands against her thighs, keeping them pressed against the bed. He moved his mouth up until he took hold of her hard nub and worried it with his teeth. Pulling, gnawing, working the tender flesh, quickly thrusting her high up the pleasure ladd
er until all she could think of was coming. He plunged his fingers, two she believed, but maybe three because she felt full, into her pussy and worked them slowly, in and out. Moving away from torturing her tender nub, Liana heard his voice from somewhere between her legs.

  "Fuck, she's tight like a vice, and dripping wet. I think our little queen gets off by being taken, mastered." With his last word said he licked her clit and went right back to using his teeth on the eager flesh. "Mmmm!" "She likes what you're doing, she's singing up a storm

  around my dick." The cock in her mouth oozed a precious droplet of cum, but held firm to its impending orgasm. Apparently, it wasn't willing to blow its load too swiftly. She found it easy to let everything but climaxing slip from her mind. These men were controlling her and she wanted it no other way. They gifted her mind and body with great pleasure, and she couldn't do anything but sink in and enjoy the experience.

  Once she'd accepted the inevitable, that for the moment they owned her body, all the built up passion was released unsteady gripping them firmly to keep them filling her. Riding the wave of her orgasm, Liana had to focus not to bite down on the hard dick in her mouth, but she screamed with pleasure around the flesh and thought she heard a responding groan from James. "Ahhh!"

  with a single explosion. Her pussy beat an rhythm around the fingers resting inside,

  Opening her eyes, she looked up into the soft brown ones surrounded by a black half mask. In a flash, the wickedness of the moment took her passion right back up. She didn't even know them. Well she knew their names but they could walk by her on a street and she wouldn't recognize them as the men who took her body this evening. Okay, maybe she would, they were definitely memorable.

  "Oh man, she's already eager for more. Get up and let me in her cunt."

  James pulled his rod from between her lips. Liana let it go with a pop and a mewl of disappointment. She liked having something hard to suck on when having sex. It was one of the reasons she gravitated toward more than one partner. As he moved off her and stood beside the bed, he reached out and pinched a pointed nipple hard, twisted, and held on as he spoke to her.