This kinda gag does all the stuffs for me.
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Valentine, Part One
Saltine bought a really pretty pink glass dildo and named it Valentine. It had a long handle that could also be turned around and inserted. The main end was spiraled and tapered, such that it got thinner towards the end and thicker towards the handle, with grooves that essentially ribbed it.
It was early February. I was in bed with Pup and Saltine. We’d slept in, it was a Sunday morning and they’d spent the night. I was sucking Pup’s cock when Saltine got the dildo out and said they wanted to try fucking me with it.
“It’s too big,” I said.
Saltine laughed. “Just be glad I didn’t stick it in the freezer.”
Pup pushed my head back down on his cock. One of Saltine’s hands moved between my legs and their fingers found my clit and rubbed it. They teased the tip of Valentine over my slit.
“Come on,” Saltine murmured. “Get it wet.”
I always have so much trouble holding still.
One time, Saltine and I were lying together in my bed and Pup did this. I came harder than I usually would from someone just fingering me, listening to them moan beside me, reaching over to touch them when they got close.
PSA: Pup fucks me like this sometimes, and it gets him so, so deep. So, like, I don’t know. Like deep-dicking? This is your position.
Last night, I sassed Pup so he called me little lady and made me stand in a corner.
Heh.
Whipping Post, Part Five
Pup had me hold onto the post and face the girls. He slipped the condom on and entered me roughly, holding onto my hips. He fucked me hard and I knew I was being loud, knew that the girls were aware of me.
I tried my hardest to avoid looking at them, I was pretty shy about the whole thing. But every so often Pup would tug my hair and I would be made to look, or he would grab onto my throat for a little bit and my head would be forced up.
It wasn’t that seeing them wasn’t hot. I’m not much of a voyeur, but the issue was more that I would be caught staring while I was in a fairly compromised position.
Regardless, I came looking at them.
Whipping Post, Part Four
I kept my head down while I walked past people to grab a condom, slipping back over to the play area and attempting to avoid conversation. I didn’t exactly want to have to say, “sorry, I have to go get fucked” to somebody who was trying to talk to me.
The section across from us had been behind me while I was being whipped, and aside from brief glimpses into the mirror to see some people walk by or pause to watch, I hadn’t really been paying attention to what was going on there. But when I returned to hand the condom to Pup, I got a look at the people inside. There were two girls: one sitting up on a stool, the other eating her out.
Pup pushed me down to my knees and put the condom in his back pocket. “Come on, get me ready,” he said. But, when I went to unzip his pants, he pushed me away. “Beg for it.”
I rolled my eyes. I have never, ever understood the whole begging to do a thing the person has clearly just asked you to do. Sure, yeah, it’s for the purpose of humiliation, but it seems so redundant sometimes. But, I begged regardless until he let me unzip his pants and take his cock out.
Once I’d sucked him off for a little while, he hauled me up to my feet by my hair. “Hold onto the post,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you.”
I went to get into my old position, but he stopped me. “Nope, this side this time.” I felt myself blushing. He wanted me to face the girls.