The Troubleshooter Pt. 06

(Author's note. Many, many thanks to everyone who is reading this story. As I've mentioned, the germ of this has been kicking around in my head since Lockdown & I'm glad to finally put it all into words.

This particular chapter is very sex-heavy and lighter on moving the plot forward, and I hope you all enjoy it! Please leave a comment, I love to receive some feedback, or get in touch if you want to keep it private! - Chloe)

When I walked out of the bathroom, Harry called me into the other bedroom. The light was switched off and she was standing near the window, overlooking her street.

"Everything okay?" I asked, peering past her to the street below.

She was silent for a minute.

"We're being staked out. Well, I am, and now you are since you're here," she said.

She steered me away from the window and pulled me onto the bed with her.

"I noticed them earlier, when I was at the lockup. I don't think we have much to worry about at the moment; they're just watching us. But we'll need to keep our heads on a swivel from here on out."

It was funny; the events of the day had been pushed from both our minds earlier; despite both of us needing to know things about the case, we were too busy getting to know each other, in the biblical sense! I brought her up to speed on Sarah and my exploits.

"Are you up for a trip to Bristol tomorrow? I want to catch up with Sarah and find out what McBride knows."

"Sounds like a plan," she said, and leaned in to kiss me. Clearly we weren't done for the night.

"Lie on your tummy for me," I said. She looked into my eyes for a moment. She'd noticed that I hadn't called her Mister this time, signalling a shift. She slowly nodded and moved, turning away from me onto her front. I went and straddled the back of her legs, keeping them closed, for now.

I gazed upon her tattooed back. Just below her left shoulder was the RAF symbol of blue, white and red circles. I traced each with my fingertips.

"Did you enjoy being in the military?" I asked, noting again that the original tattoo had been altered, morphing partly into a flower with leaves and stems extending to her hip.

"For the most part, yes, I did."

"For the most part?"

There was a sigh, not least because I'd leant over and kissed the red centre circle.

"I don't want to get into it now, but long story short I ended up leaving under a bit of a cloud."

I didn't want to ruin the vibe, so I put my lips to better use. I crawled over Harry and kissed the back of her neck, licking her nape, kissing behind her ears.

"Ohhh."

I let my nipples drag against her as I moved, kissing her shoulders, and starting on her spine, planting gentle kisses on each vertebra. Her hands were getting restless, so I lifted her arms above her head, kissing her muscles, her exposed armpits, and down her sides.

"You're amazing," she said, softly.

"Pot, kettle," I murmured back.

I was in the small of her back now. No tramp stamp here, but the tendrils of the flower were intricately woven. I drooled on it and slowly licked it up, causing her back to arch and for Harry to moan.

"God, what are you doing to me!" she chuckled.

"Shush," was my only reply.

I moved off her legs for a moment. "You can open your thighs now," I said, giving her cheek a playful tap. Harry's thighs parted and her wetness was on display.

"Give me a pillow," I said, and she passed one back to me. I positioned it under her, raising her hips off the bed and giving me better access to her. I moved between her knees and took hold of her arse cheeks.

"If I had my strapon, Harry, would you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Yes!" came the immediate response, which made me smile.

"Good to know," I said, and drooled a stream of saliva into her crease.

Harry had buried her face in a pillow and was moaning as I licked along her crack, from her cunt lips and over her anus. I started to concentrate on her rose, pressing and prodding against it with the tip of my tongue. I pushed and pushed against it until Harry was able to relax herself and let me in. I know from my own experience how difficult it can be not to clench up tight.

There was a muffled "FUCKKK" from Harry as I slid my tongue into her arse and started licking inside, stabbing in and out to begin with, then swirling around.

Harry was starting to hump the pillow beneath her, so I placed a hand under, against her mound, and pressed my thumb against her cunt. Her moans raised an octave as she started grinding with gusto. I continued to eat out her arse as she humped against my hand. Her moans were getting louder now, more rapid. She was about to release so I gripped her with my thumb, pressing against her clit.

She exploded. I thought she'd pissed herself (and was not averse to the thought at all) but the gushes coincided with her shudders, spraying me with her cum. I waited until she subsided, then I moved, letting her roll over onto her back. She was blushing; her cheeks were red, more so than her flushed skin.

"You okay?" I asked, stroking her hair as I lay on my side.

"Yeah... um, I've never... I've not cum like that in a while," she said.

"It was pretty intense," I said, making her nod in agreement.

She kissed me, sliding her hand in my hair. Her tongue was insistent; she wanted to take back control. She moved me onto my back, placing her knee on my thigh, keeping me in place. It reminded me to tell her about my aversion to restraints but that was for later as her fingers were already exploring my outer lips and I was moaning.

I pushed my thighs wide for her.

"Fuck me, Mister," I breathed.

"Ask nicely, baby," she said, looking into my eyes, making me whine. I was very aroused; I hadn't realised how much til now. How much I needed her to take back control.

"Please, Mister... I need it, please fuck me..." I loved our give and take, the control and submission, and I was starting to appreciate our different approaches to it. Her finger was curling over and over just inside my parted lips, and it was driving me crazy. I so wanted her to penetrate me.

"Please, Mister...." I panted, and she smiled, pushing two fingers.

"Is that better, baby?" she murmured

"Uh-huh," was all I could say. She pushed deeper, hooking and scraping against my walls, and when she was as deep as she could get, when her knuckles were pressed hard against me, that's when she started to pump, slowly, but firm and constant.

"Uhnnn," I grunted over and over at the pressure inside me, the pump... pump... pump... she was barely moving, maybe an inch, but the power of her slow thrusts was causing a serious build-up.

"I'm close, Mister," I moaned. Harry didn't say anything, but sped up her thrusts into me, lengthening them. I was on fire and my cunt ached wonderfully. I was starting to crest on a huge wave.

"Open your mouth," she said suddenly, leaning over me. Her hand was even faster, harder and I was about to burst. I opened my mouth and she let out a thick string of saliva onto my tongue.

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My body arched and spasmed against her hand and my vision blurred.

"I got you baby. I got you," I heard her say, and her arm was suddenly under my back, holding me as I panted hard, blinking at her.

"Ohhh," I said, and allowed her to wrap me up in her toned arms.

A while later, after showering and changing the bedsheet, we lay together in bed, both lost in our own thoughts. My head was lying on her breast and her fingers were idly stroking my hair.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked.

"I'm wondering what McBride is going to be able to tell us. You? What's on your mind?"

"Well, two things, actually, but they are probably different sides of the same thing."

"Oh? What's the first thing?"

There was a long pause, and I sat up to look at her.

"So, what is it?" I asked.

"Us. This. Tomorrow," she said.

"Okay, that's three things, technically..."

"I really, really like you, Rachael. I'm sure you've noticed that. And I'm hoping you're feeling the same way about me."

"I am," I said, stroking her hand. "It's not just that you stepped in and probably saved my life, and it's not even just the mind-blowing sex. I feel a strong connection to you even after a few days." It was true; I felt it... I felt her in my heart.

"I keep thinking about Chelsea. How someone had to die in order for us to meet," she said.

"I know. It's a horrible circumstance, but at least some good can come out of it, yeah?"

"Which leads me on to tomorrow, and this investigation, and my involvement in it."

I looked at her, and realised where she was heading with this. I had assumed, on one level, that Harry would want to stick around to see justice served to Chelsea's killers, but maybe that was an assumption too far.

"Look, if you don't want to be involved," I started, but she held up her hand, shaking her head.

"It's not that, not at all. This might be the wrong terminology but I'm enjoying being involved. I'm enjoying seeing you and Sarah work. I've been spinning my wheels since leaving the RAF, running the shop into the ground. I want to help people who need help, and haven't known where to start. Now along comes Rachael Chalmers, Troubleshooter for the Danvers Trust."

"Wait... you want to work with me? On cases?"

"I think we would work well together." She was looking into my eyes now, with a bashful grin.

"I wouldn't want you to get bored, Harry. Not all cases turn out like this." I didn't want to spurn her away but needed to be sure.

"Yeah, I know, but you solve situations; you help people. Mostly your boss and her shareholders, but still... and we might take on other cases."

I'm on a retainer with the Trust, a flat monthly fee bolstered by travel costs etc. It didn't matter how many or few cases I actually took on for Elaine, so there was scope between down periods to look elsewhere for clients, and having Harry meant the chance to double the workload. Plus, I was in love with her.

"I'll speak to Elaine when we've solved this," I said. "But you'll need to tell me why you left the RAF, because Elaine will find out every sordid classified detail. You've already been mentioned in despatches, so she's likely to have had a report compiled on you."

"Okay," Harry said. "When we solve this, and before you go see Elaine, I'll tell you all about it."

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We met back up at Paddington station, in time for the 10.30 train to Bristol Temple Meads. I'd been on the phone to Sarah already, letting her know about Harry's shadow. The Landrover had gone when I left Harry's but that could have just meant another car had taken its place. Someone wanted to keep tabs on us but were wary of approaching.

We sat opposite each other, travel mugs of strong coffee on the table between us. I sat in reverse, with Harry facing forward. The carriage was sparsely occupied and we had the four seats to ourselves.

"How big was that thing last night?" I asked. She looked at me puzzled, then realised.

"Oh! Eight and a half inches. Why?"

"It felt pretty big, and I wasn't sure if I'd had anything like it before."

Harry raised one of her perfectly arched eyebrows.

"Yeah? You took it quite well."

"I'm looking forward to taking it more... conventionally, soon," I said, smiling.

"Well, I'm sure I can accommodate that, at some point, Damsel."

"Damsel?"

Harry chuckled.

"It's what I've been calling you in my mind. After that first encounter, you're my Damsel, although not so much in distress!" She showed me her phone, where she'd put DAMSEL next to my number.

That reminded me about the other thing.

"Um, there's something else I'd like to mention - now rather than later when it might be awkward."

"Okay... what is it?"

"I have a serious aversion to being tied up. Being restrained." I had my serious face on now.

Harry looked at me, then sat back in her seat, nodding slowly.

"Okay, I'm sensing this goes beyond feeling uncomfortable, yeah?"

I nodded.

"Want to tell me about it?"

I did, because I wanted her to understand how I felt. But at the same time, I wanted to bury the memory in the deepest ocean. I took a deep breath.

"So, I've always been a hedonist. Always wanted to try... everything. And I have, mostly. When I lived in Prague and travelled around for work purposes, I met a lot of people, got invited to a lot of parties. One time, I ended up staying with a dominatrix called Karoline. She was lovely and I was keen to submit to her. Worship her. She would tie me up and whip me, then fuck me hard. It was quite intense, and imprinted the idea of pleasure and pain on me."

Harry remained silent, which I was thankful for- I wanted to get this out of the way.

"Anyway, one day she introduced me to what she called a 'spider restraint.'"

"What's that?"

"It's a low bench with eight points of restraint. Once I lay on it, Karoline strapped me down - one strap across my forehead, my torso, hands, knees and feet. I was spreadeagled and completely immobile."

"Oh my God!" murmured Harry.

"In my naivety and her haste, we hadn't established a safe word, and I was fitted with a ball gag. So my cries, and screams went unheeded by her. She claimed she thought I was into it. Her evidence was how much I came when she used her dildo on me. That was purely my body reacting to stimuli. In reality my mind was breaking.

"It was terrifying, Harry. To be left so helpless, to have no control whatsoever and an over-eager domme wanting to show off. I've had people want to tie me up since, but even a pair of cuffs in the bedroom makes me dry."

"I can't think of anything worse than being a turn-off to you," she said. "For the record, I do own a pair of handcuffs, but they've been for the benefit of my partners, rather than myself."

We sat in silence for a moment, then Harry said, "You were fine with me holding you, though? Holding your wrists, using my body to keep you in place?" I nodded.

"Yeah, that feels different, more organic. Part of the give and take between us."

"Give and take. Ying and Yang, yeah? That's us?" Harry smiled.

"Yeah, that's us!"

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We had already agreed that Harry would wait in the hospital's cafe, while Sarah and I went to McBride's recovery room where an armed uniform stood guard. We were accompanied by a local, DI Coppet. He was a tall string bean of a man with a mop of curls on his head, but he was friendly enough and had agreed that McBride was part of a bigger case under the Met's jurisdiction.

Paul McBride was handcuffed to the guardrail of his bed, but he wasn't going anywhere soon. His face was scarred and half-covered with bandages, as were his hands. He constantly needed sips of water to calm his throat when he talked.

"What was your relationship with Chelsea Greene?" Sarah had asked.

"An office romance," McBride said, slowly. "We'd been flirting since the Christmas party, but she was still married at the time. We kept it quiet, very quiet. She was... very conflicted about it. Cheating on her husband, even though he would have deserved it. The way he treated her.

"Even after the divorce, she wasn't sure. I didn't push. Eventually the flirting picked up again and one thing led to another..."

"You became lovers," Sarah said.

McBride nodded.

"She'd come and visit me, but still didn't like the idea of taking me to her bed."

"Where were you two going, on the day of the incident?"

"I'd rented a place for us in Portishead, overlooking the channel. It would have been our first proper weekend together. She was excited, and insisted on driving."

"And what can you tell us about the events of that day?"

McBride told us about the crash, how Chelsea had spotted the van behind them and how he'd managed to pull himself free of the wreckage.

"I knew she was dead. I knew I couldn't help her."

"You also knew it wasn't an accident, didn't you?" I said, stepping forward.

McBride took a long sip from his bottle.

"I don't know how they could have found out so quickly. Everything was communicated away from the office; I daren't risk being overheard."

Sarah and I shared a glance. He thought the hit was targeting him, not Chelsea. And let's face it, what happened at the farmhouse would suggest he was the target.

"What did you take from Atlantis, Paul?" Sarah asked.

"Have you heard of Non-Newtonian material?" he said.

"Yeah, that's stuff that doesn't obey the usual laws of physics, like custard," I said.

"Really? Custard?" Sarah said.

"If you punch into a bowl of custard, it suddenly turns solid," said McBride. "And we, Atlantis, had developed a special Non-Newtonian type of protective covering for its drones. But I realised they were thinking too small, and the material had much bigger prospects. I'd been in contact with an overseas developer to sell them the formula."

"So, a relatively lightweight material which could be developed into... body armour, armour for tanks, vehicles..." I said.

"I had a whole presentation package ready on a portable hard drive, complete with part of the formula. I was going to make a drop-off at a restaurant I was taking Chelsea to. Once I was paid, I'd issue the remaining part of the formula."

I worked through the steps in my head. As with anything like this, all would be well if everybody played by the rules.

"So when the crash happened, you assumed that Atlantis Instruments was trying to kill you? Is that usual business practice there?"

"Did you know that the previous head of Procurement, Matthew Head, died in a car crash?"

"Yes," Sarah said, "He was over the limit, swerved and crashed into a tree."

"He was tea total. He kept it quiet but he never drank alcohol."

"So, you think his death was suspicious?" I asked. This was getting weird but on reflection, fitted with what I'd experienced from the company.

"He'd been locking horns with Phil Brann, wanting to update the supply chain. Too much of it was overseas, he'd said. Brann was very opposed to it and it was causing a lot of friction."

"But even so, it's a bit of a leap, isn't it? To assume he'd been killed following a work dispute."

"There's something about that place, it puts thoughts in your head," McBride said, staring off in the distance for a moment. "Brann has everyone on edge, all the time. Departments are at loggerheads with each other in meetings but it's all a distraction."

"Distraction from what?" Sarah asked.

"I'm not sure, exactly but I believe there is an outside influence and Brann is the conduit."

"Did Chelsea ever mention Brandon Wells?" I asked, wanting to get to the reason I was there.

"The new procurement guy?" he had a puzzled look on his face, then recognition hit him.

"When we were about to leave, I was trying to get her to move and she said she was just checking something and needed to email him. What's that got to do with what happened?"

I ignored the question. "What happened to Chelsea's phone and laptop?"I asked.

"I grabbed them from the car, when I ran. However, the two guys who caught up with me at the cottage took both."

"Had you contacted your buyer with them?"

"Yes, they were having second thoughts and wanted me to wait at the cottage for them to contact me."

"Thank you for your time, Mr McBride, and for assisting us in our enquiries. Once you are fit to do so, you are free to go."

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"You let him go?" asked Harry. We were sitting at a restaurant patio table, not far from our hotel, and Sarah had just explained what had happened at the hospital.

"Technically he hasn't actually committed a crime, although he has certainly conspired to do so. From what he said though, that opportunity has passed him by. Every other part, he's been the victim."

"And a coward," I muttered, "and completely ego-centric. He had no idea that Chelsea was the real target of the hit!"

Drinks arrived. A pint of lager for Harry, pints of cider for me and Sarah.

"Whoever is behind this, I don't think McBride was even on their radar on Friday. I think his theft didn't become known until much later, after he disappeared from work," I said, before taking a long sip of my pint.

"So, what are you going to do next?" Harry asked Sarah.

"Go back to London, tell the local detectives here they can close their case file. Our focus will be back on Atlantis and the disappearance of Brandon Wells and the murder of Chelsea Greene. From McBride's information, we are currently scouring traffic cam footage to find the van that was following him and Chelsea, and if we are lucky, we'll get a shot of the driver and passenger."

"The odds are they are two of the missing security guards but it's a start, and then you'll be able to drag in Philip Brann for questioning," I said.

"Already got that planned. By the time we get back to London tomorrow, Brann should be in custody awaiting questioning. The longer we leave things, the more likely he'll disappear."

It finally felt like we were no longer on the back foot in this case and things were progressing in the right direction. I looked at my two friends, lovers and wondered what would happen next...

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It was a couple of hours later. We'd enjoyed a couple more drinks with our evening meal and headed to our rooms.

The shower in our room was too small for both of us together, so I used it first. When Harry came out, wrapped in a towel and drying her hair, she found me sitting on the edge of the bed, naked bar my strapon harness, lazily stroking the cock.

"Is that for me?" she smiled.

"For us," I corrected.

"Move further back on the bed."

I shuffled back, my feet apart, knees raised. Harry moved on top of me, straddling my face, taking her towel off. Her shaved cunt hovered above my face. I reached up and cupped her cheeks, as she slowly lowered.

I started licking her as she knelt up on me, starting to squirming a little. I felt her reach for the cock and slowly stroke it, pressing it against my mound. I could taste her on the tip of my tongue and wanted more of it, prodding between her folds. I felt her move then, leaning forward, her body laying on me. I felt pressure on my mound and knew she was sucking me.

I pushed and probed deeper into her wetness, licking and sliding my tongue inside her. She was writhing, moving on me. The pulse on my cunt told me she was bobbing up and down on the cock. Oh, to see her do this...

After a minute or so, she lifted off my wet cheeks. Her face was as flushed as mine, and there was drool all over the cock head.

"I'm ready for you, baby," she said, as she turned, facing me. I held the base of the cock steady until the head pushed inside her, then I watched as she took it in, sliding down the pole. She took hold of my hands, pinning them as she leaned over me.

We kissed as she started grinding, her tongue exploring my mouth, making me moan. Now she was lifting herself up and down, fucking on top of me.

"Is that good, Mister?" I breathed. There was no question as to who was in control.

"Yeah baby, hnn,,," as I pushed my hips up to meet her.

"Yeah, like that..."

No more talk after that... just eye contact, and parted lips, as we both moved... grinded, moved, and finally, started to slam against each other.

Harry leant up and grabbed my throat, applying just enough pressure.

"Keep going baby," she moaned, breaking the silence. I was panting hard, close to cumming, holding off until she was too.

I was bucking under her now, sweating hard, pushing up as she sat down on me. My whole crotch was a wet mess.

There was a strained look in her eye for a moment as she reached her summit then the relief, knowing it was going to hit; she could ride it out now. She was cumming, and I thrust hard and started to cum with her.

Her head was still buried in my shoulder when she said, "Give me your phone." I reached over to the nightstand and unlocked it, handing it back. I watched as she scrolled through with her thumb, then started typing.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You shouldn't be the only one with two lovers," she said, handing the phone back to me. I looked at the screen and saw she'd texted Sarah:

"Want to join us? Come as you are!"

"Are you sure?" I asked Harry, who nodded.

"I want to see, and I want to join in," she said. I pulled her down for a kiss and my phone pinged.

"2 min," it said. She was actually coming. She actually wanted to.

"You better go watch for her," Harry said, climbing off me. There was a trickle of cum from her as the cock slid out.

I was still climbing off the bed when there was a knock at the door. Had she run? I opened it and there was Sarah in just a pair of knickers, bold as brass. She was a little out of breath (!) and blushing hard.

I pulled her to me, hugging her, feeling her warmth against me.

"Thank you for coming. I wasn't sure..."

She caught me looking at Harry and she realised. She turned to her and said, "Oh, so this was your idea?"

Harry came closer, and Sarah turned to face her, so now I was at her back.

"Well, it's like I told Rachael. Why should only she have two lovers!" and I watched my lovers kiss for the first time. Sarah's submissive but she isn't docile and her hands were roaming Harry's body and their kiss was getting dirty. I kept pressed behind Sarah, my hands snaked under her arms and cupping her breasts. Of the three of us, hers were the largest, like small melons. I groped and squeezed them, making her moan when I played with her nipples.

"Get down and clean Rachael's cock," Harry said. "It's coated in my cum."

Sarah turned and faced me, giving me a nervous smile before sliding down to her knees. She was familiar with my strapon, its size, its weight, how it pressed against my mound and made me wet while fucking her. She held the base of it and took the head into her mouth. Harry has moved away for a moment.

"Good girl, Sarah. Now take it deeper. Show me how good you really are."

Sarah was alive to the praise, doubling her efforts to take me all in. I had to lean her head back to get her nose touching my mound.

"Impressive," Harry murmured, stroking the top of Sarah's hair. "Keep blowing her."

This was like a fantasy come true. In fact I'd never even dared to speculate that something like this could happen. Harry once again was knocking me for six. I watched her step away and rummage in her weekend bag, pulling out her strapon. Of course she'd brought it, just as I'd brought mine...

I was rocking back and forth now, fucking Sarah's mouth and throat. Not much friction on my mound but I was still sopping wet.

"Now try this," Harry said, bringing her thicker cock into Sarah's field of vision. I watched her eyes take it in, going from shock to lust. She had the class to look up to me for approval, which I gave in a short nod, and she pushed herself onto the shaft, stretching her lips around it.

"Oh yeah," said Harry, "she's good at this." I was so proud of her, and so in love with both of them. I moved behind Harry and caressed her breasts, kissing the back of her nape.

"Oh yeah, that's hot," she moaned, as I licked along the short stubble of her hairline. I heard a gurgle from Sarah as Harry pushed into her throat.

"Get on the bed." Harry's voice was deeper now, raspier. Sarah got up and went all fours, so I went and knelt on the bed in front of her.

"I don't know what the future holds for us, Sarah, but for tonight, you're our fuck toy, yeah?"

"Yes," came the quiet reply.

"Say it as you mean it," I said, cupping her chin and lifting her head.

"I'm your fuck toy!" she said, loud and proud.

"Good girl," said Harry, as she moved behind our girl. I was watching Sarah's face as she was entered. The look of discomfort quickly giving way to oh god yes.

I waited a moment as Harry started to fuck Sarah, then I rubbed my strappy against her lips. She opened and took me into her mouth, moaning now as she was steadily fucked.

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I'd had lots of sexual adventures in and around Prague but this was something else. It was the emotional connection, I realised. I cared for them both, yearned for them both, in different ways, and now, here we were, fucking together.

Sarah was moaning loudly, almost crying now as Harry slammed into her. I knew how that felt, and felt a pang of envy that it wasn't my cunt on the receiving end. As it was I was soaked and my clit was stiff.

"She's going to cum," I said to Harry. Sarah managed to nod her head and moan.

"Do it," grunted Harry. I slid out of Sarah's mouth and let her drop her head between her elbows as she pushed and grunted against Harry's thrusts into her.

She came with what sounded like a bark, a grunt so loud and pushed out of her. Harry kept inside, grinding against her, eventually slowing, coming to a halt. I looked at Harry, at how her skin was flushed pink. She pushed a hand through her hair, pushing it back. She looked back at me with a smile, then crawled to me, turning and presenting her behind, while Sarah recovered.

"Fuck me," she said, and I could only oblige. I pushed into her, steadily, a little unsure how hard to go with her. She was in control earlier, after all. I waited, and she pushed back, impaling herself on the cock, building a steady rhythm until I got the hint and took hold of her hips, rocking back and forth into her.

"Uh. yes. Yes," she moaned. She was soaking, I was moving easily in her. She was pushing back as I thrust against her, slapping our bodies together. I felt movement and saw Sarah slide under Harry, which made her moan louder.

"Yes, yes! Suck my clit!" she yelped, and I kept slamming against her. I felt on fire; my head was buzzing. I could feel my clit, erect, rubbing the underside of the harness.

"I'm cumming!" Harry moaned, dropping her head onto Sarah's mound. I pushed deep into her, holding inside as I felt a sudden clench, as Harry came hard.

I opened the mini fridge and took out a bottle of water, which we shared, draining it. Nobody said anything. It was as if none of us wanted to break the spell we seemed to be under. Eventually Harry lay down on her back and beckoned Sarah to mount her. Sarah climbed on, slowly. I watched her cunt lips spread to welcome in the monster shaft, slowly disappearing inside her.

"Get the lube," Harry said, and I knew what she wanted to do. Sarah also figured it out but if she objected, she didn't say anything out loud. She'd accepted her role and I loved her for it.

I've fucked Sarah's arse many times, but never like this. I smeared a generous amount of lube on her brown star and the head of my strappy. I probed her with a finger first and yeah, she felt tight, with the shaft in her cunt. Nevertheless, Harry held her, wrapping her arms around her and keeping her pressed against her body, as I knelt and pressed hard against her anus.

Opening her wasn't the issue; fitting inside was. It took time, slowly working back and forth and pushing just a bit deeper each time. Each push was met with a groan. I don't think Sarah had ever felt as full as she did now. Eventually I was in, and Harry let Sarah move.

"How do you feel?" I asked Sarah. She took a moment.

"Like a fucktoy."

I smiled at Harry then moved, slowly, steadily inside Sarah. Sarah in turn, was rocking on top of Harry's shaft. The word "Synergy" popped into my head, where individual parts come together to create something bigger, better. That's what we were, in that moment, totally in sync, building and building together.

I was leaning into Sarah now, my hard nipples rubbing raw against her back. I was about to explode and said so. Harry nodded at me; she must be feeling the same and god knows about Sarah - she was a grunting, sweaty, incoherent mess between us.

I pulled Sarah's hair, forcing her head up and making her gasp loudly as I thrust hard and deep into her arse one last time, grunting as I came, feeling my fluids gush behind the harness. Another groan and it was Harry, pushing up with her hips a second behind me. And Sarah, our sandwich filling, went limp between us.

The bedsheet was literally soaked through, so we stripped it and grabbed the duvet, then quickly went to Sarah's room where we soon crashed out together...