<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>The Mirror Bedroom<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>J<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><br/>Harlequin smiled as his tongue worked J's clit, and his fingers found -that spot-. It was easy to see, from J's reaction, that he had found it. Her back arched beautifully, and her volume rose drastically in response to this new development. Then... it was simply a matter of his fingers fucking her g-spot, and his tongue fucking her clit... and he seemed all too happy to oblige. He sensed and watched her body rise up toward the peak - tense - then go over. He was supposed to warm her up, and that's exactly what he was doing. Having given Ducehsse and J both an orgasm put them on even fields, now, their bodies relaxed and sensitive to touch, which he knew could also be used to his advantage.<br/><br/>J's bodily reactions were beautiful to behold, from clenched fists to curling toes, and her back.. she was so lean and beautiful, her arched back formed a curve that enthralled him, just as Duchesse had done. Her soft curse heralded that she was ready, and her climax was blissfully beautiful. As she went over, of course, his lips and tongue eased away from her clit, not wanting to ruin her sensations... but his fingers inside her still slowly stroked, still gently curled against that magical spot inside the frontal part of her canal.<br/><br/>The door opened and closed, and Harlequin turned his head to see his employer entering... and immediately she urged Harlequin to continued what he was doing - ordering him not to ease up. Harlequin turned to look back up at J - meeting her gaze for a moment... and he smiled. "The boss demands... and I must obey," he said softly - and he lowered his mouth back down to J's clit, lips tenderly slipping around the stiff pearl of flesh... though at least he didn't rabidly nibble or lick it... knowing she was likely quite sensitive, he did his best not to over-stimulate her for the moment. He hoped she knew this, hoped that she would understand he was trying to help her a little without ruining what she had just felt.<br/><br/>Off to his side, Duchesse set down a basket of... -things-, some of which he could see over the rim of the basket. She also had a small tray with three cups and a pitcher on it. She had thought to grab refreshments, which made him hope that she did not consider this to be a 'short experience' at all. He desperately wanted to enjoy both of these women as much as possible...<br/><br/>Duchesse discarded her robe, he could see form the corner of his eye. What a -goddess-. With a body like that, she could simply -enslave- him, he knew, and he simply hope she -didn't- know. She removed her masked as he gently tongue-massaged J's clit for a moment, then turned it into a few soft, gently kisses right on her mound as Duchesse explained that she didn't need to mask between the three of them. J removed her mask next, even though as Duchesse had pointed out, she was the one with the most anonymity. She revealed a beautiful face, and he simply couldn't get over how much the two women had in common... including their unspoken ability to make his cock feel like it weighed twenty pounds, long, firm, and heavy.<br/><br/>Duchesse took J's mask along with her own and put them both in the same place, on the top of her dresser. And then Duchesse casually moved over and climbed upon the bed, straddling J's hips. A single look upward, and inches from his eyes was Duchesse's moist snatch, glistening with arousal, folds and petals inviting and eager to be touched. He let out a deep groan - and moved his mouth upward, away from J and right to Duchesse's sex lips. He lapped and licked, slipping gently between her folds - folds that were still slick, apparently, from the orgasm he had given her outside. His fingers inside J, still moving slowly, he hadn't abandoned her completely at all...<br/><br/>And then he set into motion his tongue, moving like the wings of a butterfly, rapidly fluttering down Duchesse's slit until he reached her clit. His tongue-tip ravaged it for a few short, sweet moments, and when he felt her body begin to respond, -then- his mouth moved away and lowered back down to J's sex, tongue instantly finding her clit and repeating the process there. Flicking and fluttering, all while Duchesse kissed and touched J - making it very clear that Duchesse, herself, was in charge. J seemed to be hesitant about that part, but Duchesse wasn't being a bitch about it - she moved with a careful, considerate confidence, perhaps easing J into her role of being pleasured by two people, man and woman.<br/><br/>Slowly, Harlequin raised his hand up to remove his own mask - and gently cast it aside out of the way. Then his free hand moved to Duchesse's pussy, slowly, gently inserting two fingers inside her, as well. Both pussies filled with two of his fingers, he slowly began to finger-fuck them both, gently, smoothly, the tips of his fingers seeking pleasure spots and g-spots, and anything that would make these two women squirm. And in between, his mouth slowly moved back and forth, from one perfect pussy to the other, licking and lapping until he felt the woman beneath his tongue being to -enjoy- it... then teasingly pulling away to repeat it with the other...  </div>