Overwhelmed, Part Nine

Stuff got a little fuzzy for a while. I was really subspaced. And if I haven’t driven the fact home enough, I was overwhelmed.

At one point, I was sort of on the edge of the futon and there were just hands all over me. I dipped back and when they pulled me back up, I came up crying. I wasn’t upset or scared, I didn’t want it to stop, I was just overwhelmed. I have no other way to describe it.

It was like there was just so much going on and I could barely take it all in. It was that I wasn’t used to having all the attention in a threesome directed on me by two partners. And while that makes me a little spoiled, it’s a lot to contend with. Just this unilateral attention coming from two different parties. It’s just this kind of sexy two-front war.

But Sir held me in his arms and laid down so I was lying on my back with my head against his chest. He kissed my forehead and SG moved around in front of me. 

“Let’s make her cum,” Sir said.