A/N: So I guess I'm catering to MorningGlory2 alone, huh? :) That's okay, I didn't think the story would be many people's cup of tea.

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The pose she strikes is straight from porn: on all fours, back arched to extreme, her soaked panties clad bottom high in the air. In slow motion, she crawls to the large armchair, until she's between his legs - God, that glare, like he's only deliberately delaying the lunge and when it happens, she'll be helpless and subdued… But he's being generous… She's a slave to it.

Her tongue slides out of her mouth, curling up slowly, like it's a preview; just the tip traces the underside of his gorgeous, mighty cock, all the way up to the little slit.

"I missed it," she breathes directly to the heated head. Because it's true, she does, the craving for him never goes away, lingering underneath her conscious mind at all times. She doesn't, however, take him into her mouth just yet. Her palms flat on his stomach, she slowly pushes his t-shirt up. Her lips follow, dabbing featherlike kisses, grazing up the trail of hair, his hairy sternum… Until she can't reach any higher, the black fabric bundled up and her hands on his shoulders. She holds his gaze and yes, he does what she's challenged him to do: he kisses her. And it's dizzying, it's much hotter than she's ever expected, the idea behind it - like he's kissing the other man off of her, and at the same time relishing whatever he can taste and yet at the same time stating his confidence… This makes her want them both even more, her sense of possible inadequacy, any traces of nervousness, gone completely.

She's the one breathing heavily against his mouth as she feels his large hands cup her buttocks, before a finger traces her crack, inching lower, pressing against the damp crotch of her underwear - The look in his eyes is of shameless debauchery mixed with… pride and some amusement: he's impressed with her, too.

"You're having a good time, huh, babe?" He all but grins. His fingers hook around the elastic of her panties and he tugs them down, just past her behind, exposing the round shape where she almost feels the other pair of eyes on it.

She doesn't answer, not in words. Her mouth swallowing his imposing erection will have to do. Mhmm, she takes in his scent, her eyes closing: where the other man sounds like sex, this one smells like sex and she doesn't know, she might lose consciousness when the two are combined, unleashed on her body simultaneously.

He lets her go at her own pace, taste and savor him, but she has this ridiculous urge to please with this one, looking up to his face while swirling her tongue around his cock, as if asking for approval: yes, she want to be his good little slut. But he's so hard and large that she can't really accommodate much of him in her mouth. His hand strokes her cheek, with surprising softness.

"That's very good, Alice," he says, like it's a blow-job class and he's both her subject and professor and it only makes her work him with more determination, reaching for his balls into the opening of his jeans – she was right, he's been going commando – sucking one into her mouth.

"Nguh!" She hears him grunt as his fingers dig into the back of her head. Oh, she can show him very good.

"Touch yourself," he bites out, not entirely used to giving up control and power. But Alice loves the naturally dominant streak so she complies, sighing against his flesh while clumsily fingering her own, not quite resolute about getting herself off. Unless, of course, that's what he demands.

She turns her head to get the sight of the other man, watching her with a fascinated stare, but motionless, as if he forgot about his own hard-on and gratification.

"I want to fuck him," she murmurs into the cock against her lips, looking straight into Mr. Sex's dark eyes. Like she's asking permission, final confirmation of sorts.

"Then go ahead and fuck him."

"I want to fuck him while I do this to you," she licks around the hard shaft.

"I know," he smirks, pulling her arm, her hand up from where it was buried between her legs, her fingers getting sucked into his warm mouth. He pulls her up decidedly, giving her one last kiss, his tongue sliding against her own, feeding her her own taste off of it. She never really notices him reaching to his pocket but when he places the little foil wrap in her hand, the self-assured, almost playful, grin is there. "Go fuck him first."

Her legs almost wobble as she stands up straight, still wearing her stiletto sandals, her hold ups in place and her panties around her thighs as she closes the distance back to Mr. Sexy Voice, feeling somewhat like a gift from the man who just sent her his way. He's good at the game, she will admit, letting her set up the rules and then bending them so that she can feel like a true sex object, without ever taking the control away from her. This must come from experience, Alice concludes, making a mental note to prod the answer out of him sometime.

"How do you want me?"

She throws the gauntlet; hopefully by now Mr. Sexy Voice knows that she's not exactly going to make it easy for him, he needs to spell his wishes out, one way or another.

Oh, yes, he's been making progress at their game, even if he's not very… vocal about it – sadly. His slender hands reach out and pull her panties down her legs, far enough for the garment to hang loosely and fall to the floor as she steps out of it. He glides his fingers up and down her thighs; Alice loves the primal energy shining through in his eyes.

"Come here," he says and she bites her lip at the sound of it.

Sinking to her knees once more, for another lick up his cock, she smiles at him and places the unwrapped condom between her teeth. He would never even realize it's on if she didn't make a show of it, the male mind is single-tracked like that when past a certain point of arousal.

"Do you want me to ride you?" She drawls, fully aware how much men love the idea and mental image.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to fuck you, here?"

"I want you to fuck me, here," he gives in, with slight urgency in the low rumble and it's all she needs to plant her knees on both sides of his and press her crotch to his hard cock, her wet pussy lips enveloping it with every slow rocking motion her hips make, teasing, hopefully making him crazy for what's to come.

"Fuck! -" He breathes out again, and this time her mouth is inches away to breathe back; she's still debating if she wants to ever kiss him, the idea of sex void of it somehow a very hot one, their mingled breaths so close but no touching: she can smell champagne and cigarettes and herself on his.

"Let it out," she whispers directly into his ear, easing up just enough to put his cock in position and slowly, slowly, taking it in.

And that's it, the sensations take over her mind, the feeling of a hard cock pushing at her, stretching her… it's always the limit for any clear thought, the instinct taking control, her body moving on it's own volition and it appears to be true for the man trapped underneath her too, his hands suddenly all over her, his mouth latching to the side of her neck, to her clavicle - Yes!, she was right about his beard tickling her just right and amplifying the pleasure.

"Feels good?" It's as much the obvious that she means as the… surrender to the maybe previously unthinkable. Giving in to the darker desires. Being bad.

"Fucking amazing!"

She ends up kissing him. For the notion of who he is and for satisfying an impulse, her taste buds still tingling from the other man and his lips still coated in her; it's like the three of them are all coming together in the connection - Alice arches her back supporting herself against his shoulders for his mouth to access her breast… And then she feels it. A strong hand curling around her throat, pulling her further back. Mr. Sex. Shirtless by now, with his beautiful cock pressing against her lips from upside down.

"Tonight, Alice, any of your wishes are granted."

There's warm, wet mouth on her nipple, accompanied by the fuzzy texture of his beard, and a hand on her other breast, the sure, firm squeeze telling of who it belongs to; there's a warm weight of a cock head on her outstretched tongue, slick from precum and her saliva, and another one filling her, pushing at her insides as her hips grind against his restricted movement, and the position may be too demanding to retain for long, but she loves the idea of being bent and folded for their pleasure.

She would gladly stay their pliant fuckdoll. She would gladly relinquish all control to him, who can be trusted to use it just right, while her whole being is reduced to her senses; she would give in to his desires as he feeds her to the other man. Alice succumbs to the pleasure of submission, her body arching up between one cock buried deep inside her and the other hitting the back of her throat. A hand weaves itself through her hair while another curls around her neck, making her anticipate a hard thrust, the idea strangely exciting, even if she worries she would gag - God, his scrotum smells deliciously masculine where her nose presses into the soft skin.

The thrust doesn't come, her head is getting lifted and her favorite cock slips out of her mouth and off of her tongue.

"I do want it like that, you know" she breathes, looking up at him through heavy eyelids, only half-heartedly annoyed with the disruption because, oh, the angle of her hips is now perfect for those slender fingers to reach down and rub- "Fuck, yes!" She stills the motion, pressing down on his fingers and Mr. Sexy Voice complies, his somewhat hazy blue eyes watching her with unabated fascination as he lets her ride him anyway she wants.

"You don't want to deprive our friend of the view, do you, Alice," with a flash of his trademark smirk, he touches the wet tip of his cock to her mouth from the side. Cunning bastard. She sees what he means now, greedily taking him back in and sucking, as she looks sideways to lock eyes with their… friend.

"Fuck him hard, Alice," she hears the dark, equally fascinated voice of Mr. Sex. "Make this one good ride."

"You like watching me suck his cock?" She murmurs to the blond man, releasing the swollen flesh enough to stick her tongue out and lick around the head. The skin is so deliciously velvety where the shaft is rock hard. The words have the same effect on her as she hopes to get from him, and her hips grind harder, finding a rhythm of their own. It shouldn't be easy to multitask like this, but Mr. Sex's hand at the back of her head is holding it in place.

"God, you're so wild!" He all but growls, making her inner muscles clench around him.

"She is, isn't she," her usual… master replies for her, pushing inside of her mouth just a little deeper, making the moan around his swollen flesh be her only input. The lecherous stare of the blue eyes tells her there's no control left in there, and it's good, she doesn't really care if she gets to come this time, even though she's so close, she's not sure she can concentrate through the ferocity driving her equally out of control.

"Fucking beautiful," he says to him, or to her, it's impossible to tell.

Her arm wraps around Mr. Sex's hip and grabs his buttock through the jeans that are still on, bracing herself against it, her other hand flat on the other man's chest. A pair of hands holds on to her thighs, as if trying to slow her down, but Alice won't have any of that.

"Do you want to come? Do you want to come inside me?" She breathes against the cock held to her mouth, before leaning in and biting on the lobe of his hear, rubbing the side of her neck to his hairy chin.

"I want you to- Come hard… deep inside of my warm, wet pussy..."

She feels his hands squeeze her butt cheeks and pull her forward. "I…" he starts, his brow knitted and his face tense.

"It's not a request," she pushes against his chest, sending a sly look to Mr. Sex. "Now."

With every sway of her hips, she clamps her muscles tight around his cock and judging by the sound he makes it must feel damn good. "Let yourself feel it," she entices, but her voice doesn't waver on the order. Oh, he likes to be under her command.

"That's right, let it take over, you're not in control-" She licks the underside of the other cock, delighted in her work. She has plans for both of them that will require more stamina.

"Fuck… fuck!" He mumbles in his deepest voice jerking against her and Alice doesn't know, but a man's face when she makes him come may be the sexiest fucking thing ever.

"That's so hot…" she arches against him and breathes into his still gasping mouth.

"Great job, Alice," Mr. Sex grins at her and bends down to kiss her hard on the mouth, like she's there to service them and not the other way around. "Happy to please," she grins back.

The blond man runs his head over his sweaty brow and messy hair wearily as she slides off of him, carefully holding the condom in place. He's still coming down from the high when she slowly rolls it off his cock, making sure the contents dribble down on the heated flesh. Mr. Sex squats down next to her, watching, and Mr. Sexy Voice gasps in surprise when she wraps her lips around the wet tip gently and then deliberately licks around it like it's an ice cream cone.

"You thought I was done with you?" She smiles. "Oh… not even close, mister."

"My insatiable minx," Mr. Sex laughs beside her, stroking her hair as the flavor of the other man still tingles on her lips. "You can work on that while I fuck you."

It turns out she wants to work on him a bit more, when they stumble and collapse on the crisp, white sheets of his huge bed, both men losing all their clothes on the way with her help and Alice's stilettos being taken off with not-so-surprising tenderness by Mr. Sexy Voice as she crawls between Mr. Sex's open thighs to feast on her favorite candy.

He's never been the one to let her take control easily. Lust and amusement mix in his eyes as he watches her suckle and lick and hum around his cock, especially that she's obviously enjoying herself where her butt stuck up in the air proves to be too much to resist for the blond man. She can feel his tongue probe at her dripping folds from behind and his hand caress the inside of her thigh.

"Mmmm…" she moans her approval, her mouth busy. She's so worked up and sensitive, if he sucks her clit in it may send her over the edge-

"Stick your fingers inside her," she hears Mr. Sex instruct. "That'll do the trick."

Oh, she would love to wipe the smugness off his face, so she takes him as deep in her throat as he would go, swallowing, relaxing her muscles. But then the man behind her does just that, his fingers sliding in and curling and oh God, that feels so good! his lips where she needs them and the spot inside her hit just right- She's really glad she went for a radical wax job.

Bucking against him, she momentarily loses her focus on the task at her… mouth and it's probably for the better, judging by how hard she bites on her lower lip.

"Come, Alice," he says, piercing her with his dark gaze. "It's not a request."

She squirms and squeals shamelessly, Mr. Sex grabbing her chin and stroking his thumb over her lip, which she sucks in hastily, and she can't help but obey, pinching her own nipple hard as she pushes her pussy against the mouth eating it out.

"Don'tstopdon'tstodon'tstop…!" She chants mindlessly, the climax so intense she thinks it may never end. Talented mouth on him there, not only for one thing.

"Good girl," Mr. Sex praises again, just like Alice would applaud Mr. Sexy Voice if her brain wasn't temporarily blank. Oh, he knows she's more ready to be fucked hard now than ever.

But the other man doesn't know that and he doesn't jump to conclusions, settling for soothing licks around her tender flesh.

"She's a squirter," she hears him marvel, before he comes up to slump on his back by her side. Maybe she is and maybe she's just extra wet, but who cares about accuracy, she thinks.

"Happens," Mr. Sex retorts with self-satisfaction of a proud owner, not losing the grip on her chin and not looking away from her.

"Hey, I'm still here," she huffs, even if she is enjoying playing the part of his shared property. She looks back and forth between the two men stretched before and beside her. The light is dimmed in the elegant bedroom and it's lending the blonde's pale skin a soft golden hue. Her darker-colored… lover? is actually quite pale now that he's a full-time Londoner, too.

"Of course you are, babe," he twirls a strand of her hair around his finger, playfully. "And you've impressed our guest." The choice of words is obviously purposeful, but Alice knows that he has no real intention of disregarding her in the game. He knows how to teeter on the line, though.

"And I know what you want right now…"