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Valentine, Part Two

At first, I found myself thrusting back against the glass dildo, trying to fuck it myself. It felt good: smooth and with a nice heft to it. But eventually Saltine had picked up a pace of fucking me with it that was just overwhelming. They were shoving it deeper and deeper as well, and as a result I found myself trying to wriggle away. But that just pushed Pup’s cock further down my throat.

I was in the predicament of either deep-throating Pup or taking the glass dildo deeper. Except, for every time I backed onto the dildo, Pup would move in closer to close the gap. And for every time I wriggled away from the dildo and took more of Pup into my mouth, Saltine would just shove the dildo deeper. Soon, I was gagging on Pup’s cock and basically impaled on the dildo. Saltine had slowed the thrusts down a bit, instead going for long, slow strokes.

“Aww, too much?” Pup chuckled and patted my cheek. I twisted away from him and wiped some drool off of my chin.

Saltine grabbed my hair and pushed my face against Pup’s cock. His shaft trailed along my cheekbone before Saltine pulled my head back. “Open up. Suck his cock.”

I tried, but after a minute or so I twisted away again. It was hard to focus on sucking Pup off when Saltine was still fucking me with the dildo. I could feel my pussy dripping onto my thighs. “I can’t. It’s too much. Please.”

Saltine pulled the dildo all the way out of me and climbed off the bed. “Take her pussy. I need some water.”

Pup climbed onto the bed, pulling me down onto my side in front of him so that we were spooning. He lifted up my leg and slipped into my pussy. “Is that better, baby?” He whispered in my ear, “is that what you want?”

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.”

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.

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I would probably cry.

~~(so naturally I want to try this)~~

There was this time in January when I was over at Pup’s and Saltine was there. He was domming the two of us. He was fucking Saltine and, because he was a jerk, Pup had put an entire pillowcase over my head. (Hey guys, be careful with this. I could still breathe but like maybe don’t just try this.)

Beside me, I could feel Pup shaking the bed with his thrusts. Saltine was whining softly, and Pup had reached over and grabbed my hand, moving it between my legs. “Get wet for me, you’re next,” he’d said, although I clearly already was.

By the time he entered me, I was already really close from rubbing my clit and listening to them fuck. I came almost embarrassingly fast, but Pup kept going despite my protests that I was sensitive from my orgasm. He had Saltine hold me in place for him, and I found I wasn’t able to push her off.

“I want to fuck her like that,” Saltine told Pup. “I want to make her cry like that.” It almost pushed me over, just hearing that, I almost came again.

I’d never met Sophie before, so the idea of going to a play party with her and Sir made me pretty nervous as a first encounter with her. When the party got cancelled just an hour before we were going to leave and we all decided to just have a lazy night in, I can’t say I was disappointed.

I’m honestly a pretty shy person. I know that seems ironic for the stories I tell and the things I get into, but half of it is overcompensation and half of it is that being a pervert/libertine/what have you and being shy aren’t mutually exclusive. But meeting Sophie, the girl Sir had been dating and playing with for the past few months, was intimidating.

She offered to cook us dinner at Sir’s house, which I thought was sweet, and soon she had arrived with a bag full of groceries. It was December, just before the holidays. We put on our coats and took a walk through the park, looking at lights and watching our breath until we got hungry.

Sir had me strip down and sit on the kitchen floor while Sophie cooked, and I was unbelievably bashful about the whole thing. I basically curled into a ball and hid under the table, staying that way while they ate above me.

After dinner, Sir put down a mattress in the living room. He gave me one of his riding crops and took another for himself, asking if I wanted to beat Sophie with him. I was a little envious of her: not only was she a masochist, but she bruised so easily. I love bruises, but I reeeeally don’t like pain.

At one point, he had me sit on Sophie’s face while he beat her. “You need to work harder,” I scolded whenever she stopped licking to wince. My eyes met Sir’s and I looked for some sign of approval for my little mean streak. He was smiling.

Then, he had us switch positions and fucked me while I licked her pussy until I came so hard I fell asleep. I woke to Sophie sucking Sir’s cock, his fingers tangled in the curls of her hair. Snuggling up, I watched her finish him and swallow his cum.

Whipping Post, Epilogue

That night, we all went back to my place and fell asleep in my bed. By we all, I mean Pup, Saltine and I.

In the morning, we sort of ended up lazily touching each other, which turned into us all kissing and, well.

When I contacted Sir and checked that it was okay if I fucked Saltine, he replied with “sure but I thought you thought they were obnoxious.”

Which yes but SORRY sometimes I can’t help myself. So we fucked around until we got hungry, and I walked into my kitchen to make breakfast. I could see through the doorway Pup still fucking Saltine in my bed, and it tapped into some weird mix of compersion and my mild mild mild cucking fantasy that made the encounter both sweet and hot.

Afterwards, I ended up back in bed with them, Pup fucking me while Saltine watched. “I’m jealous,” Saltine said, and I thought they meant of me until they added, “I want to fuck her like that, Daddy.” (Yeah, Saltine and Pup had a tiny bit of a Daddy/little dynamic.)

I felt myself blushing as Pup pushed my face into my pillow. “You want them to fuck you?”

“M…maybe one day,” I stammered out. But I realized after Pup punished me for sassing him by pulling out and slapping my pussy, and Saltine got mean and told him he should do it again that yeah, okay, maybe I wanted to fuck this person sometime.