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With another tug of his hair, Remy pulled Philippe’s mouth from him.
    “You’re very good at that. How many cocks have you sucked?”
    There was one way to increase the intensity of their play. Resistance always made it better. Philippe quirked his eyebrow in a direct challenge before he replied, “Not as many as you.”
    God, he loved Philippe, Remy thought. No one played with him the way that Philippe would. “You will have to be punished for your insolence. Strip.”
    Philippe rose, lifting the black T-shirt from his body, revealing hard muscles covered with a light dusting of golden hair. The tattoo on his arm extended up his shoulder, and then over his back before disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. When they too had been stripped away, the tail of the tribal dragon could be seen curling over his hip and thigh. Philippe’s cock stood proudly at attention, jutting from the nest of burnished, gold curls. It was long and agonizingly thick. When Philippe played the Dom in their little games and slid that monstrous cock into the tight ring of Remy’s ass, it was an exquisite combination of pleasure and pain. At that moment, Remy almost wished they had chosen the other route for that night, but it was too late now.
    “I don’t think my bare hand will do for your discipline tonight. I think I need my paddle.”
    Remy pressed the button on the wall that would signal for Lilly to come over. Watching her for the past few weekends had been torture. Waiting for Lilly, with her bouncing breasts and sweetly curved ass, to come around had nearly driven them both mad with lust. Perhaps pushing her a bit further was the answer. Under normal circumstances, he would have turned Philippe to face the wall, planting his hands on it with his legs spread as he waited for his punishment. He chose not to. He wanted her to see Philippe’s cock, to smell her when her pussy grew damp at the sight.
     
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    Lilly glanced at the light board placed discreetly behind the bar. Remy never called for her. If he wanted a drink, he would typically get it for himself. Worried that there was a problem, she crossed the now empty expanse of the club until she reached their small alcove. Her breath caught and her step faltered as she passed through the gauzy curtain. Philippe stood naked before her. She had never seen anything as magnificent as his gloriously naked body. He was perfect in every way. Her eyes traveled over the broad expanse of his shoulders and chest, down to where his cock strained and pulsed. It was thicker than her wrist and had to be more than ten inches in length. Even on his massive frame, it looked gargantuan. Her pussy wept for it immediately.
    Every night, since her first night at the club, she had gone back to her lonely apartment and had pleasured herself with the vibrator she had purchased. She had regretted a dozen times over that she had turned him down, even though in her heart of hearts, she still knew it was the right choice. She’d been equally tormented by the blazing kiss she’d shared with Remy only the day before. He’d cornered her in the storage room, hot and predatory. It only made him more appealing. He’d claimed her mouth in a staggering kiss, his hands toying with her breasts. Had it not been for the first patrons arriving, she might have given in right there.
    Still, every night, while she’d masturbated and fucked herself with that bit of battery powered heaven, she had fantasized about them, how they would look together. She had even tried to envision what it would look like to be between them, braving the dangerous waters of internet pornography to find videos of “threesomes”. She’d waded through tons of them, most of them featuring women together, until she’d found a select few that showed her a woman being pleasured by two men. Even those didn’t compare to what she was seeing. Because unlike the men in the videos who never touched one another, Philippe and Remy were