Got a lot of this on the brain lately.
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Somebody’s been liking a whole lot of my posts lately without contributing anything new or exciting on his tumblr.
I’m the one who should be writing you the prescription, at this rate.
I love when he takes me by surprise and calls me “little one.”
Overwhelmed, Part Seven
The Southern Gentleman grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back so I was lying down on the futon. He stroked his cock, smirking down at me as Sir handed him a condom. Leaning down, he hitched my legs up and pushed some of my hair from my face.
Sir stood over him, kind of watching. The dynamic kind of made me blush: him overseeing, watching as SG lined his cock up with my dripping pussy.
“Look at you, all tight,” SG murmured as he teased the opening of my pussy with the tip of his cock. He dug his thumbnails into the skin of my thighs as he thrust into me. I gasped, staring first at him before watching Sir standing back, watching with a smile.
He fucked me like that for a little before flipping me over and taking me from behind. Sir came around in front, reaching down to stroke my hair, and I sucked his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” one of them said. I could barely tell who, I was a little delirious.
I felt SG pull out of me and I slumped a bit forward against Sir. “You want to fuck her then?” SG asked and pushed me down onto my back.
“Yeah, but here,” Sir said, rolling me over and grabbing me by the hips. I felt like a ragdoll, being moved around like that. He dragged me back up onto my hands and knees, but I was now facing SG. “Like this.”
Overwhelmed, Part Six
The Southern Gentleman hauled me up to my feet and over to the middle of the room. I stumbled along, having a little trouble finding my footing after having been stuck on my knees.
“Can I have the clamps off? Please?” I asked. The pain had started to mount, and I knew that it would hurt like crazy once they came off, but I wasn’t sure how long I could handle having them on.
SG held me still while Sir traced the pads of his fingers over my trapped nipples. “Does it hurt, sweetheart?” He teased. I nodded eagerly. Slowly, he removed the clamps one by one and set the chain aside. I cried out, squirming in SG’s arms, my eyes welling up.
As soon as the clamps were off, Sir tugged down the front of the lingerie I was wearing until it was stopped by the cuffs on my wrists. “Let’s get her out of this,” he said, While Sir undid the cuffs, SG held onto my hair and kissed me roughly. Once the cuffs were off, Sir began yanking it down as SG tipped me from one side to the other to allow the bundle of mesh to come off of my legs.
I was left only in my fishnets, wedged between the two of them as they manhandled my now naked body. Fingers probed into my mouth, forced me onto my toes as they hooked into my cunt. I wasn’t surprised to feel how easily they had slipped inside of me, I had assumed that I was already wet.
One of them shoved me over to the futon and I knelt down on it. Sir walked over and grabbed me by the hair, sliding his cock in my mouth. I sucked, watching out of the corner of my eye as SG approached the futon as well.
Some more James Deen and Sasha Grey action. Yes, James, please put something into her mouth!!!
Razordoll scene at www.worldofjamesdeen.com
Overwhelmed, Part Two
After what felt like an eternity of just sitting there, Sir looked over to me. “Come over here,” he said, pointing in front of him.
I rose to my feet and moved over in front of the couch, standing in front of him and SG. Sir reached forward and placed his hand on the side of my leg, patting it gently. Unsure where to look or who to look at, I wound up just going between the two of them nervously. Picking up the bit gag, Sir had me lean down so that he could place it between my teeth and buckle it behind my head.
I pouted a bit at the fact that I was being silenced so soon in the game, but I knew it probably wouldn’t last long. SG reached forward and pinched my nipple through the thin fabric, twisting it until I groaned in protest.
“On your knees,” Sir ordered and I obeyed, kneeling in front of them. Confessedly, I hadn’t expected the whole thing to get quite so kinky right off the bat, but SG was totally on board as Sir passed him one of my cuffs. They each took a hand and buckled them on, before Sir attached them behind my back and pulled me back up to my feet.
SG stood as well and Sir grabbed me by the shoulders, pushing me against SG. His hands wandered over my breasts before roughly yanking one side of the lingerie I was wearing down. SG reached up and started once more to pinch my nipples, while Sir gathered up my hair in his fist.
“Give him a kiss,” he said, tilting my head up to face SG, who was grinning ear to ear. “Give him a kiss for coming to play with you.”
“I can’t,” I mumbled around the gag.
Sir laughed and tightened his grip, “do the best you can.” I huffed and leaned up, essentially touching my gagged lips to SG’s. I felt him chuckle against my mouth before he kissed my lower lip almost tenderly, considering the situation.
“That was kind of cute,” SG said as Sir pushed me back over to the couch, releasing my hair as I stumbled onto the cushions. As soon as I settled, though, he took hold once again and pushed me until my cheek was touching the fabric and my ass was up in the air.
“You stay there,” Sir ordered, “while I show SG some nice things to hurt you with.” With that, they left the room.
Sir and I play a little game sometimes that’s just a drop too taboo and way too blushy to write about.
Sweetheart spent some time with two boys today. They were a little mean.
Um, they were lots mean.
The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Eight
While Sir and the Southern Gentleman essentially sat and discussed what they wanted to do to me, I got a little antsy. I pouted and shook my head, attempting to loosen the buckle on the bit gag. Sir took hold of my chin and asked me what was wrong.
“I want to talk to him,” I spat around the gag in a garbled mess.
Sir smirked and looked over to SG, “do you want to hear what she has to say?”
“No,” he replied, “not really. I just want to look at her.”
Despite how much I enjoyed this condescension, I managed to work the gag loose. It fell into my lap, slick and wet. Sir went to put it back in, but I shook my head and looked at SG. The two were discussing what they’d like to do, and I figured I’d add my side as well.
“I want you to use my cunt,” I said, barely able to get the words out, “I want you to fuck me while he holds me and makes me be good for you. I want to serve both of you.”
(I had, of course, assumed I’d just be gagged right up if I started with saying I wanted both of them to go down on me at once. So, I figured I’d start on a high note.)
Sir pulled me up to my feet and had me turn around and show SG my ass. “Why don’t you show him what he’s getting.”
“He knows what he’s getting,” I retorted, feeling a little saucy. Sir slipped two fingers into my cunt and I gasped, nearly losing my balance.
“Is she tight?” SG asked and I rolled my eyes. He and Sir were playing into that whole mutual slave auction fantasy they have (which, okay, I have, too) and I was feeling super exposed and blushy about the whole ordeal.
Sir noticed me squirming and moaning – caught somewhere between discomfort and pain – and laughed. “She’s so tight she’s a little sore from having just been fucked.” I blushed.
“Does she take pain well?” SG asked.
“You want to see?” Sir offered with a smirk and tipped me forward so I was bent over the couch, my head and chest resting against the seat.
I huffed. “He already knows!” I protested, but I was left to wait as Sir walked into the other room, forced to imagine what he’d decide to return with.
Sir ties me up like this a lot lately, with my arms around my legs, hugging my knees into my chest. He says he likes how available it makes me, how convenient and accessible everything is.