Three – Part Two

We climbed onto the tall bed, all naked by now.

I think we talked a little, or made sure we were all OK with where we were at right now. I know my cheeks were flush, my eyes bright and my breath a little short. My hair was likely a disaster.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed and then the good looking one, lifted up my knees and guided himself into me.

We started rocking, he pushing harder in and out, inching further and further in, up and back towards that sweet spot. I leaned back, allowing him to go there and really feeling his large cock.

I reached out for the serious one, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke it, so he wouldn’t feel left out. But also, so that i could start to fill up on overwhelming amount of sex. I was ready for this now.

The guy who was already in me, climbed up onto the bed and we switch positions, me getting on my knees, open to him from the back and so I could take the other guy in my mouth. I took a second dick deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat, being rocked back and forth by the motion of the guy fucking my pussy – it was effortless, really. In fact, I remember thinking how much easier it was to give head, when you’re being guided into it from behind.

Either that bald one came or he had to go to the bathroom. i can’t quite remember – but the way were set up changed.

Oh, that’s right – someone barged into the room and he had to get up and shut it, locking it properly. It killed the momentum, but it was starting to change anyway.

Like a DJ set, I could feel that we were ready to bring in a new track

I turned around and I remember the serious one being underneath me now, switched up – me back sucking on him and his dick and him sucking on my pussy.

Oh man, I still remember it was one of the sweetest suckings I had ever received. his lips were so soft on mine, he didn’t go to harsh with his tongue or race to get me to come, he just smothered his mouth with my very wet and soft cunt. Slippery and sensual

I moaned and the vibration of my throat, hummed on his dick and made him moan. It was heaven – I just wanted to rub my clit up and down over his face all night. The orgasm was constant. Not a single peak moment, but a series of gorgeous releases.

I stained the sheets properly.

I don’t remember what our partner was doing at that time, but it must have been quite the sight. I think he just watched, feeling himself and looking at us and feeling proud. I felt our guy put his hand on my back as I rocked back and forth over this guys luscious mouth, taking in his dick and with his balls tight and soft in my hand.
I was disappointed that it might have to end soon.

The Gamble

He’d been chasing me for a while. I kept batting him away like a fly buzzing around a carcass. He was rude, arrogant and insistent that he just drive over to fuck me.
It doesn’t work like that. Not when you’ve never met.
Still he kept on. And then, I discovered something interesting.
He wanted ME to fuck HIM.
My inner novice domme was piqued and tweaked.

He said he’d done it once before but had a disappointing experience. He’d also told me he’d had two threesomes which weren’t any good. His youth and negativity annoyed me: how could one so young be so….I don’t know…. casual about it all? Unless he was lying.

He got excited when he learned I had previous. He asked about positions and if I’d come, which gave away the fact he’d either been high or was lying about the last time.
I suddenly sensed that the arrogance, like with so many men, was a cover. He could probably be a good fledgling slave – or at the very least, someone I could control and both of us would enjoy it.
We arranged to meet that week.

He was definitely more nervous than me. I actually felt completely removed from the situation, indifferent even. He sat opposite me, fashionable haircut and glasses, expensive shirt, neat shoes : the cookie-cutter hipster. Without the swag.
I had nothing to lose here : I could walk away and not really be bothered.
But still, there was something about him.
Was it a turn on knowing what he wanted?
Yes. Oh yes. And mainly because yet again, it had fallen into my lap.

Back at mine, we drank champagne and he leant in to kiss me. It was all tongue and teeth, like an excitable puppy and I stopped him.
“Slower” I said, and looked into his eyes. “Like this”
I brushed his lips with mine softly and put my hand around his neck.
I whispered into his ear : “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do” he stuttered.
“I think you should fuck me first, don’t you?”
“Like you need to encourage me!” He laughed and grabbed me.
I led him upstairs.