Tonight is the last night I sleep alone before Sir visits.
And tomorrow I’ll be up past my bedtime for an entirely different reason.
It’s been too long.
blowjob
Sweetheart needs more little friends.
Sweetheart’s trying so hard to be a big girl.
But, gosh, if learning to be a big girl doesn’t hurt.
I like the idea of bringing a girl to Sir and her performance being my responsibility, with negative repercussions for both of us should she fail. So, before I let him use her, I try her out myself. And, while he’s using her, I make sure she’s applying all the little things I’ve taught her about what he likes.
Just need to say that I took some time to hunt down this gifset.
Because it’s relevant to current life struggles slash why my face feels broken.
—> Part 1
Mr. Deen is the most hard-working orderly at the Institute for Lost Girls. Bless him.
This Institute sounds relevant to my interests
Psst. Cupcake.
Let’s share a cell.
Kitten honestly looks a little bit like her, and would love being overwhelmed with attention like this.
I won’t deny either part of that.
The final chapter of Overwhelmed is coming tomorrow. So, ah, get ready.
Overwhelmed, Part Eight
So, I find spit-roasting to be a vile term, but…
The entire time, I had a little bit of trouble keeping my thoughts in any kind of working order. I felt more used (in a good way) than I ever have in a sexual situation. Sir would fuck me, the thrusts would push my face onto SG’s cock, and so on. I felt incredibly functional and reliant. I was straddling the line between being passive and active.
Because I had my work cut out for me. I was gagging on SG’s cock. I was busily thrusting back on Sir’s, enjoying the feeling of him inside me. And I thought that was the fullest and busiest and most overwhelmed I could get, until I heard the click of Sir opening the thing of lube.
“I’m gonna put a finger in her ass,” he told SG.
I looked up to see SG smirk. “Good. Fill ‘er up.”
I wriggled as I felt his finger push inside of me. My body felt so very used and so very available at the same time. SG grabbed up a fist of my hair and buried my face on his cock, making me gag until I had to pull back and gasp for air.
“What’d I tell you?” he asked, slapping my face. “What’d I tell you if you weren’t going to suck it? I want that mouth busy.”
“I was going to lick your balls, I swear!” My voice was unnecessarily and hilariously panicked. He and Sir started laughing.
“I was, I swear,” he repeated, imitating my voice to a mockingly saccharine level and making a pouty-face. “I swear.”
Overwhelmed, Part Five
“How’s she doing?” Sir asked.
“Well, I see a marked improvement,” the Southern Gentleman joked. I was on my knees, wrists cuffed behind my back, nipples clamped, gag off. Sir was sitting by the couch, having a drink and watching as I sucked SG’s cock.
After hearing that comment, I pulled back and pouted. “Hey, you ass,” I huffed and laughed. Sir got up and grabbed my hair, holding my hair still while SG slapped me.
“Something funny?” he taunted, slapping me again. “Is something funny to you? Your job’s to suck cock, I’d better not see your face off of me unless you’re licking my balls.”
Sir shoved my face back down on SG’s cock and moved back over to his seat. SG smirked and sat back, rolling his hand through my hair while I sucked. Trying to be a good girl, I kept taking him deeper, to the point that tears were welling down my face and drool was pooling onto my chest and I was becoming a mess.
I pulled back and gasped for breath, only to have SG grab roughly onto my hair. “What did I just say?” he slapped me across the face.
“My face is messy,” I protested. “I want a tissue.”
Sir chuckled, “I know, we like that. It’s cute.”
I pouted, “but I want a tissue.” Sir conceded and wiped my face while SG still held me by the hair. Once my face was relatively tidied, SG pulled my face back down onto his cock.
“I feel selfish,” SG said to Sir, taking a sip of his drink and mussing my hair.
Sir laughed, “don’t. I like the view.”
SG reached down and looped his finger between my cuffs, simultaneously bending me forward and yanking me up to my feet. “Do you want some of this?” I stumbled, nearly falling into his lap, and he laughed. “Let’s take her over to the futon.”