Dixie Lynn Dwyer by Double Inferno

going to check. Holy shit, right here right now.
    In a panic she looked around them, and no one seemed to be paying attention to them. In fact, this was one of the darker corners of the room, and even she hadn’t known they were there for a long time.
    His large, warm hand smoothed under her skirt and against her thigh. She looked at him. His hazel eyes sparkled with something erotic and dark. This was a different man in front of her. He was in control, and he knew it, and he definitely liked it. This type of control and power turned him and his brother on, and damn it, it turned her on, too.
    “I hope you’ve been a good girl and did what you were told.”
    His finger brushed gently over her thin panties.
    “Or Matt will have to throw you over his lap and spank that naughty, round ass of yours.”
    “Oh God,” she whispered, and Matt squeezed her wrist tighter then gently kissed her neck and whispered next to her ear, “Be silent, baby, or you’ll draw attention to yourself. We don’t mind putting on a show, but you might.”
    She tightened up and glanced around again.
    “Quit moving and spread you thighs apart a little,” Tyler told her, and when she did, she instantly felt his fingers push aside her panties and touch her clit.
    She pressed her back against Matt. She was going to come. They had her strung so tight right now from their tactics that she was losing it. Her nipples hardened, her belly ached and quivered, her pussy swelled, and she desperately wanted their touch. She needed it, oh God, she needed his fingers up inside of her. She felt her breathing grow rapid the more his fingers teased her clit, and he used his thumb to check her bare mound.
    “Please, Tyler.” She moaned and he pressed his thick digit up between her slick folds and gave her what she needed. She closed her eyes.
    “Bend over as if you’re whispering in my ear. Place your hand on my shoulder for support,” Tyler ordered, and she immediately did as he told her. She needed their guidance. She needed for them to direct her and show her how to do this and handle them. Now she was even more aroused because Matt’s crotch pressed against her ass, and she felt his thick, long shaft. She leaned against Tyler, gripping his shoulder, and she kissed his cheek then whispered into his ear.
    “Please help me, Tyler. I’m going to come.”
    “Not yet, baby.” He continued to stroke her pussy. She wanted to move her hips to press down harder. Just a little bit more and she would be right there.
    “You’re torturing me.” She felt Matt pull her hand back behind her, and he placed it against his cock.
    “Come,” Tyler ordered as he shoved his fingers up into her, knuckles deep, then pressed his thumb against some special spot that sent her skyrocketing into an orgasm.
    Matt quickly pulled her back against him as she tried desperately to calm her breathing.
    Tyler placed his hands on her hips and smiled at her.
    “Such a good girl. I’m proud of you, Paula. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
    Matt wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.
    “This doesn’t seem fair. You touch me like this and make me orgasm like never before and you two seem so calm and collected.” She knew she sounded like she was pouting, but when did these men ever lose control? What made them feel like she felt when they controlled her like this and make her so aroused she’d let them toss her onto the table and fuck her just so she could find relief?
    Matt thrust his crotch against her ass, and she felt how hard and thick he was.
    “You think I’m calm, baby? Do you feel how fucking hard you got my cock? It’s taking all the control I can muster not to lift you up, toss you onto this fucking table, and sink my cock into your wet pussy. Now don’t piss me off. You go get your stuff and tell your friends that you’re leaving.” Matt pulled from her, turned her around, and directed her toward the back room, but not before spanking her on her