Wordlessly, he began to undress me. It actually felt quite strange having him do that. Until now, I had strictly rationed his glimpses of my body and the only time he had seen me fully naked was when he was lying underneath me, staring up at his Mistress. I fought back any shyness, however: that wasn't a suitable emotion for a domme, and I wouldn't allow Mr Loverman to see any weakness in me. I stood proudly in front of him as he cackhandedly undid the buttons of my blouse, thrusting my bosom in his face archly. He fell to his knees and fumbled with the zip of my skirt, before easing it down over my hips and helping me to step out of it. My slip followed, and then my stockings. Breathlessly, he pulled down my panties, his face centimetres from my pouting pussy, and then my suspender belt. He rose to his feet and reached behind me to unclasp my bra, managing the feat surprisingly easily, and peeled it from me. He stared at my breasts, at my already erect nipples.

"Would you like to kiss them?" I asked him.

"Yes, Miss."

"Well you can't. Not just now." I looked over at Edward who was still seated, his eyes feasting on my body, and I felt a rush of power, knowing the effect I was having on him. I could have both men feeding out of my hand; I could persuade them to do anything, with just the promise of my body and the use of my mind. I strolled over to the bed, waggling my hips exaggeratedly, and draped myself across the sheets. Resting my head on my hand, I looked into Edward's eyes.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

"Good. Mr Loverman, undress Edward." I think that took both of them by surprise, and neither looked at all happy about it. Edward remained seated while Mr Loverman was rooted to the spot, staring miserably at the floor. "I'm waiting," I cooed.

Edward rose to his feet and stood awkwardly. Mr Loverman stepped towards him and began to unbutton his shirt. Both were backing away from one another, as though they could someone make the act of one man undressing another impersonal. It was like they were trying to do it without the need for physical contact. I was highly amused by this display of macho disdain for anything which could be vaguely construed as homoerotic: I could have them sucking each other's dicks within an hour, if I wanted. Mr Loverman pulled Edward's shirt off and I saw his muscular chest, with a fine six-pack and lovely, large nipples. I would have my lips around those very shortly, I crowed. Edward stood self consciously as Mr Loverman dropped to his knees and tugged at his belt. Opening his trousers, he slid them to the ground and, after undoing his shoes, pulled them off. Edward stood in his boxer shorts, and despite his embarrassment at being undressed by another man, his erection was clearly visible. Mr Loverman gripped the waistband and slid them down, catching Edward's cock in the process and pulling it down with them. It finally sprung clear and shot upwards into view, a very attractive, circumcised cock, larger than Mr Loverman's but not as thick.

"Lovely," I sighed. Edward approached the bed tentatively, and I opened my arms to welcome him. "Mr Loverman, stand at the end of the bed and watch. But no touching yourself."

Edward crept onto the bed and into my arms, and I pulled him close to me, hugging him, feeling his taut skin, exploring his muscular arms and chest. I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him long and hard, my tongue probing and stroking across his teeth, meshing against his tongue. I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh, hot and solid. My hands roamed his body, nails dragging into his flesh, raising crazed, reddened lines on it. I fell on his nipple and sucked it into my mouth: it was the longest I'd ever seen on a man, almost half a centimetre, and I guzzled it voraciously, rolling my tongue around it and biting on it. Edward moaned his pleasure and I pushed him onto his back, drawing my leg over his thighs and straddling his stomach. I sank down onto him, my pussy pressing against his belly, its juices coating him, allowing me to slide freely up and down his body.

I grabbed his hands and pushed them up over his head, spread a metre apart and held him there, as though I were forcing him down. I assaulted his face with my mouth, attacking his cheek, his nose, his eyes, his mouth, forcing kisses on him, one on the other, hundreds, covering every inch of his face. I was rampant by now, incredibly hot and more turned on than I had ever known. The knowledge that Mr Loverman was only feet away, watching helplessly, added to my satisfaction.

"I need cock," I cried and slid down his body. I raised myself above him and gripped his prick, holding it upright against my puffy lips. I probed for entrance and slid the tip into place. Falling forward and gripping his hands above his head once more, I straightened my back and slid my knees outwards, causing me to fall down onto his cock, sliding it deep inside me. I began to ride him hard, pushing forward so that his shaft was rasping against my clitoris with each movement, and divine sensations began to pulse through me. Sitting on top of Edward, I was able to pace things as I wanted, and I began hard and rough, bouncing energetically above him, before settling into a steadier, more languid pace, allowing the friction on my clit to build and take over my mind.

I rode him for a good ten minutes, slowing to a halt whenever I felt he was in danger of coming and resting above him, my fingers playing with my clitoris. When I was sure he was able to resume, I locked his hands in mine again and rode afresh. Waves of excitement were pulsing through me, my pussy was aflame, lips so sensitive they screamed at his touch, clitoris rock hard and building itself into a frenzy of sensation. A light went out in my mind, everything switched off, and I was reduced to a single cell, a single emotion, a single, burning ball of desire. My climax snapped through me, ringing through every sinew and nerve ending, and I yelled out in triumph. As I did, I felt Edward come, his sperm pulsing hot and hard into my pussy, his cock trembling and shaking inside me. I continued to ride him for another minute, gradually, gradually slowing to a halt, and finally draped myself over him, my hot breath fanning over his face.

"That's part one over," I panted. "Long way to go yet, though. Mr Loverman, come over here and clean us up."