Bobbi Starr, Lily LaBeau #fuckingslapped
She thought participating in their study would be a quick way to earn some easy money. She might be helping people, she thought. She might even learn something.
She’s certainly learned that this is what happens when you don’t read the consent form.
I don’t know what it says about me that the most perverse thing about this gifset is, in my opinion, the lollipop.
The way their hands are framing her body is flipping art to me.
So, a friend of mine is hosting a small, intimate naughty party at her place tonight. I was already excited to show up with both Pup and Leo, in the hopes of recreating this photo but also in the hopes of just showing up at a place with two really hot guys.
But I also found out last night that the girl I went out with yesterday will be there as well.
So, uh. It’s looking like it’s gonna be a good weekend all in all.
(Disclaimer: I play with safe words. While it may seem like I was being pushed to some real physical limits, Pup was checking in and making sure I was okay. And, also, I was 400% enjoying myself.)
Leading up to our encounter, I was a little worried about how everything was going to flow together. I’ve been in a few threesomes where the chemistry between all the parties involved wasn’t quite together. But so far, I had nothing to worry about.
Pup had taped my wrists neatly behind my back, my hands palm to palm. Leo pulled me up by my immobilised shoulders and used them to level my face with his cock. I went to take him into my mouth when I felt Pup rubbing something against my pussy that was decidedly not his penis.
“That’s not your cock,” I exclaimed, and the two began laughing. “What is that?”
A few weeks prior, I had finally gotten around to buying my own glass dildo. It was even longer than the one Saltine had used on me, and double-sided in the sense that either side could be used as a handle while the other was inserted inside someone. One was long and smooth, the other ribbed and thick. Although it had been kept in a bag, it was still a little cool against my soft pussy. And, when Pup showed me that he was about to slide the ribbed end inside me, I started begging him to lube it up first.
“Oh, what?” He teased. “Already getting worn out? Not wet enough?” He plunged two fingers inside me and I hung my head when I heard the tell-tale sound of him encountering wetness. He lubed the dildo up anyway while I tried to suck Leo’s cock, though having my wrists restrained made balancing myself precarious at best.
“But I just want your cock,” I pulled back and pouted as Pup shoved the first bulge of the dildo into my pussy. “I don’t…oh my god.” Pup had started pumping it in and out of me, and following suit, Leo took a firm grip on my hair and started fucking my face.
I was acutely aware of how I must have looked, and my instincts were confirmed when I managed to catch my face in the mirror as Leo shifted his position on the bed and spun me around. My makeup was smudged on my cheeks, hair mussed and matted with my own spit. As Leo eased a condom down his shaft, I watched as Pup set aside the dildo and took my cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. He followed my gaze before letting out a condescending chuckle and thrusting into my mouth. Leo tested my cunt with his fingers and reached for the lube, a courtesy.
“I thought you said you could handle this, baby. Too much now?” He said as Leo’s first thrust inside me forced him to brush the back of my throat. My eyes welled up with tears and my vision blurred. “I remember you saying two might not even be enough.”
It was different this time. Not that threesomes had been dissatisfactory or not even that they hadn’t been overwhelming before. But this time there was something about the chemistry between the two of them: how they smirked at each other; how Leo had managed to make Pup, who usually was rather quiet during sex, vocal and Pup had managed to make Leo, who had before only commented to praise or ask for something, totally foul; how they sometimes coordinated themselves and then quickly broke the pattern to disorient me; how both seemed almost dead-set on making sure I was second-guessing my own endurance. The way the two had made me feel like I was little more than a toy for their use, such that I hadn’t noticed I’d cum until Leo exclaimed how tight I’d suddenly gotten and I recognised that familiar snap of endorphins, the weakness in my knees that had managed to drift under the total fatigue they’d brought upon my body. The way you sometimes can’t tell the difference between gunshots and fireworks.
Pup pulled me up by the hair and turned me, lowering my face close to Leo’s cock. My head still buzzing, I started to suck him off. “That’s right,” Pup murmured, “finish your guest off.”
My jaw was sore. I put my weight into my knees and pulled back after a moment to whine, “but I’m so worn out.” Pup took advantage of me moving back to slip inside my pussy and I whimpered.
Leo laughed and patted my cheek. “Come on, mouth open.” I obeyed and let him slide back in between my lips. “You should know no good thing comes easy,” he eased himself out before slowly pushing himself agonisingly deep, making me gag. “Except you.”
No Good Thing, Part Two
Once upon a time, Pup, Leo and I had some crazy plans to do a pretty wild threesome at a sex party. But Leo got held up at work (wah) and was exhausted by the time he got out. There was part o f me that was a little relieved: we’d kind of let ourselves go a tiny bit overboard in the planning and bit off more than we could chew. So we made new plans (yeah, guys, I am coy as hell) that were a little less crazy but were still beyond hot.
The plan was this: Leo and I were going to fuck until Pup got out of work and showed up at my place to join in. So when I reached over to answer my phone, I figured Pup was at my house already. But he was just calling to say that he was leaving work. Which was fine and exciting, but I was legitimately worried about getting worn out before he showed up.
Leo was alternating between fucking me and spinning me around to suck his cock, then going back to fucking me, then leaning down to lick my pussy. I’m notoriously sensitive, and so I was trying my hardest not to let myself get off before Pup got there. I didn’t want to have to cut the night off early on account of being too spent.
When Pup arrived, Leo had me bent over the side of the bed and he was kneeling down on the floor, eating me out from behind. I could barely contain myself when I heard the key turning in the lock – I was buzzing with excitement and nervousness. I heard him walk into the bedroom and looked over my shoulder to see Pup smirking from the doorway, undoing the fly of his pants. “Having fun, baby?”
He walked over and stood beside where Leo was kneeling, pausing a moment before smacking my ass. “Keep going,” he told Leo as he dragged my toy bag over. “I’m gonna tie her up.”
A position she’d always wanted, to know that she was helpless to their impulses. It wasn’t merely their fingers and mouths however that caused her nipples to be so achingly hard and her pussy so wet, it was the fact that she understood just how well they knew her body so intimately inside and out. The knowledge that they both knew just how it felt, and that they’d keep at it until she was screaming for them to stop. Knowing that they’d maybe even keep playing with her past that point made her body pulsate with arousal even more; after all, they knew just what her body really desired.
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Um. Yeah. This.
Valentine, Part Six
Guys, I wish I could tell you this story ended on a sexy note. I wish I could say that this super hot threesome had a super hot conclusion. And part of the reason I’ve held up on writing the conclusion is that it unfortunately did not end in fireworks.
No. It ended in me getting punched in the vulva.
Here’s the thing about threesomes: it’s multiple bodies in a space. Shit can happen. You can accidentally neglect a person, or you can find it awkward to figure out who to touch when. You can run out of space or bump heads or roll off the bed. Or you can end up with someone’s knuckles colliding with your pubis. Which really hurts, guys.
But I think it’s important I share this, because this is how sex is. Sex is not a always beautifully orchestrated dance, it’s sometimes a lot of weird grinding or some fumbling. There’s sometimes some weird casualties. You can enthusiastically consent and have all your safewords at the ready and stuff can still go wrong. Sex is sometimes clumsy and weird even if the person you’re with is suave and collected. Sex has all kinds of strange sounds and smells. Sometimes sex is just straight up hilarious.
Sometimes you end up laugh-crying into your partners’ shoulder while they laugh-console you and the other laugh-apologizes. Because you accidentally elbowed someone in the ribs or kneed them in the stomach or, you know, got cuntpunched.
Sex in movies is quick, effortless, serious. Sex in most porn isn’t all that different. And I think the main thing I’ve learned in my less-than-a-decade of being sexually active is that sex is this totally unpredictable encounter that can tip over into slapstick, into the specific hilarity of the human body. And I’m okay with that.
Though I’d like to keep the whole getting accidentally punched in the groin thing to a minimum.
This is the only arrangement of a threesome that I have’t experienced (besides three men, but, well, I can’t experience that because of my gender identity beyond just observation) and the way I see it, it’s never too late to add a new resolution to the list.
Valentine, Part Three
Saltine returned from the kitchen and sat down on the bed beside us while Pup continued to fuck me from behind. They smiled, reaching down to rub my clit as Pup laid his hand over my throat, as if to just test the give of it, barely squeezing.
We alternated between Saltine kissing me and Pup choking me until Saltine sat up at the head of the bed and Pup rolled me over so that I was on my stomach. He slipped out of me, letting me get level with Saltine’s lips. They were swollen, parted slightly like an invitation. Pup pushed my face closer between Saltine’s legs before entering me again.
I loved the feeling of being used like that while I ate pussy. I tried to pace myself with Pup’s thrusts, focusing intense attention on Saltine’s clit when Pup got harder and deeper, pulling back and teasing my lips over the sensitive creases between their thighs and pubis when he would abate.
“You like that, baby?” Pup asked Saltine over my shoulder.
“Yeah,” they moaned. “She’s really good at this.”
I couldn’t help myself. I lifted my head away from Saltine’s pussy and looked over my shoulder at Pup, shooting him the smuggest expression I could muster. He slipped out of me and slapped me playfully. “Don’t give me that attitude.”
Saltine wriggled out from under me and headed toward the kitchen. I heard the door to the freezer open.
“No,” I turned and, through the doorway, saw Saltine pulling the glass dildo out of the freezer. They smiled before walking to the other end of the kitchen. I heard the sink turn on. “You said you weren’t going to,” I pouted. “It’s going to be too cold. I don’t wanna.”
“Hold her down,” Saltine said as she stepped back into the bedroom, and before I could really react, I felt my face being pressed down into the mattress.