It seems so con­trary right now; in I’m my col­lar and leash and you just used my mouth to get off. But I can imag­ine a night with you blind­folded from six pm until you wake the next day.

No sight.

He is over and we are hav­ing an evening. You are the prop; the toy

And you can never be sure who is what.

We would tease you all evening. Make you pro­vide ser­vices. You’d know who was who sone­times. Other times though … Ulti­mately you’d do what you are told. And you’d like it.

When it was time to sleep you’d be sur­rounded by two men, two sets of arms, and totally com­fort­able with two cocks.

If you don’t know how it starts begin here at part one.
Or con­tinue on from here at part two.

The cab ride home was less event­ful than on Fri­day night but filled with sex­u­al­ity none the less. Julia, then me, then Simon, piled into the back seat. The cab­bie this time didn’t have as much to stare at but cer­tainly enjoyed the sight of Julia and I laugh­ing and nuz­zling each other as Simon sat on the side­lines, just watching.

When we got inside we tossed our jack­ets and had a seat in the liv­ing room. “I think we could all use another drink” said Simon as he walked back to the kitchen. I heard the clink of ice and the door to the freezer shut. No whiskey for us tonight, tonight it was gin and tonics.

Julia and I sat on the couch, exchang­ing kisses and whis­pers. Her lips glide up and down my neck stop­ping on occa­sion to tell me exactly how she plans on touch­ing me. She whis­pers about her tongue and fin­gers, what she wants to touch, how she wants to play. “And Simon wont be left out,” she purrs, “but it’s you I’m after tonight.” “And here I thought you were hesitant…“I tell her. “Ah, I’m good at hard to get.” she says with a laugh. Our mouths meet again and I melt into her. Slowly my hands find her waist and begins to pull up at the hem of her shirt. She again unties the top of my dress. I stand as I pull her shirt off, reveal­ing those per­fectly round breasts with rock hard nip­ples. She stands as well, slowly pulling the dress over my head as I care­fully pull down her skirt. Our shoes are kicked off as we dis­card the dresses and skirts. She stands in front of me with noth­ing but a tiny thong on. Sim­ple, silk, white, and show­ing the damp­ness that it is try­ing to hide. I seem fully dressed com­pared to her. Bra, and panties seem to be so much more than what she is wear­ing. Eager to even the play­ing field she quickly reaches around me and my bra falls to the ground, quickly replaced by her hands, hold­ing them, feel­ing their weight, then barely kiss­ing each nipple.

Simon had been silent, patiently stand­ing in the door way while we fin­ished. It was just the clink of the ice in his glass that took us back to where we were. Near nude stand­ing in the mid­dle of my liv­ing room. Julia reached out her hand and Simon brought us our drinks. Beads of water had formed on the out­side, leav­ing the glasses cold and slip­pery. Julia licked the out­side of the glass, gath­er­ing up the drops, chill­ing her mouth before return­ing to my nip­ples, hard­en­ing them imme­di­ately, then with a ges­ture offer­ing them to Simon. He was less sub­tle than Julia, tak­ing and ice cube from his glass and teas­ing me with it, my nip­ples were like tiny ice cubes when he took them into his mouth, greed­ily suck­ing on before turn­ing to the other. Julia watched with obvi­ous plea­sure and guided Simon’s hand to my pussy. The ice was quickly melt­ing, but not before both of them had the oppor­tu­nity to chill their fin­gers before slip­ping them into my pussy. As Simon’s long fin­gers dove deep inside me, Julia’s teased me on the out­side, push­ing my panties aside and using my own wet­ness to glide her fin­gers around my pussy in cir­cles. My knees started to give and they both guided me to sit on the couch.

“You are the odd man out here Simon, you should get rid of those clothes” Julia said as she rested beside me, her fin­gers still work­ing my pussy. Fol­low­ing the trend Simon stripped down to his briefs, his cock pushed against the fab­ric, how it held him inside was a feat I will never under­stand. I looked up at him and licked my lips, his cock is amaz­ing. Long and smooth and hard, beau­ti­ful for so many things. He came toward me slowly, not want­ing to dis­turb Julia who was mak­ing me pant and squirm. I released his cock and took it hun­grily into my mouth, Julia watched as I sucked then decided to release me a bit and help. She began by kiss­ing my throat, up to my ear, then around to my mouth, tak­ing the side of Simon’s cock between her lips. I release him and use my tongue on Julia’s mouth for a moment instead before we both return to Simon’s cock. One of us suck his balls as the other takes him down their throat. We kiss each other at the same time, shar­ing this smooth hard treat. I pinch at Julia’s nip­ples and fin­ger her pussy as we suck. Our mouths are treat­ing Simon, but our hands, they are work­ing on each other, bring­ing us both to a point where are mouths are greedy because of the ten­sion in our pussies…

Sat­ur­day begins here… but don’t for­get about Fri­day night…

“Simon, this is Julia.”

Simon was his nor­mal charm­ing self, mak­ing Julia at ease, not being overtly sex­ual but flirt­ing just enough. As the three of us spoke Julia and I con­tin­ued to be close, our hands held each other, hair was brushed out of our faces, touches lin­gered on backs and thighs. To any one observ­ing it might have appeared that she and I were the cou­ple, and that Simon was being inter­viewed to go home with us. The three of us got along amaz­ingly, we felt like friends, but friends that were also very attracted to each other. We talked about every­thing, and we made it around to sex over time. Julia had been with men and women, but had avoided threesome’s to a cer­tain degree because of the men. Most cou­ples she met had men that just wanted a tro­phy, just wanted to fuck two women at once not car­ing about those women get­ting to enjoy them­selves too. Simon just shook his head and laughed. “Thats not the case with all men Julia…”

I decided that I wanted her, and I wanted her then. I grabbed her hand and asked her to come with me to the ladies room. We gog­gled like girls, kissed Simon on the cheek and saun­tered off. I glanced over my shoul­der to see Simon smile. He knew what was on my mind. Luck­ily the club was trendy enough to have fan­tas­tic pri­vate restrooms. I pulled Julia inside with me as we con­tin­ued to giggle.

The two of us laughed, drinks and nerves mak­ing it eas­ier, and we moved closer and closer, laugh­ing into each oth­ers necks, rest­ing our heads on each oth­ers chests, hug­ging and smil­ing, slowly calm­ing down until we are still, just look­ing at each other. There was no first, we moved together exactly and our lips met. A soft sweet kiss that grew. First lips brush­ing, then mouths open­ing, until our tongues are work­ing and it would be impos­si­ble for us to be closer together. This sweet kiss turned flir­ta­tion to lust in an instant and I find myself sit­ting on the sink with my head thrust back as Julia’s lips work their way across my chest. She untied the top of my dress and feigned a pout when she found my bra. I smiled as she pinched my nip­ples through the lace and kissed her way across the top of my breast. The knock at the door star­tled us and we laughed again as we told the knocker just a minute.

I told Julia I wanted her to come home with us, that Simon would be involved as only a watcher if she liked, she could con­trol how much he par­tic­i­pated. I told her that he liked to watch me with other women, that I get jeal­ous any­way. I pulled up her skirt and slipped two fin­gers inside her. She was very wet and moaned as my fin­gers worked for a moment. “I’ll come home with you, but don’t get too jeal­ous if I want a bit of Simon too…” she said before kiss­ing me as pas­sion­ately as before. Her kiss con­tin­ued as I kept on fin­ger­ing her wet pussy, until another knock on the door had us straight­en­ing clothes and walk­ing back to the bar, hand in hand.

“I thought you two had left with­out me” he said with a grin, pulling me to stand between his legs as he sat. I could feel his cock through his pants. I couldn’t wait to get more of it. I pulled Julia close to me so that the three of us were pressed together. “Julia said she’d come home with us…but only if I shared nicely…” Julia smiled at Simon, “I said you MIGHT have to share, it’s Simon that is going to have to give you up to me for certain.”

Simon’s phone rang and he glanced down at it. “Cab is here..are you ladies ready to go?”

Julia and I looked at each other and I brought the two fin­gers that had been in her pussy to my mouth. “Oh yes, we are ready” she said…

Keep the story going in Part 3 here.

Simon had let me sleep late. I had been such a good toy for him the night before. We relaxed all day, enjoy­ing each other in sim­ple ways, know­ing that tonight would bring plenty of fun and excite­ment. He had asked me what I wanted to do tonight early this morn­ing. I had answered with a smile and whis­pers right in his ear. “I want to take a hot shower with you wash­ing me, I want you to clean every inch of my body, test­ing with your tongue. Then I want to get dressed while you watch, I want to see your face as I slide lace and silk over my body. I want you to take me to drinks, I want you to take me danc­ing, and I want us to come home with a beau­ti­ful woman that wants to fuck us all night long.” I didn’t need a ver­bal response, Simon’s kiss was enough to say he thought it was a fan­tas­tic idea.

The shower went as planned, I was clean, shaved, and primed by Simons warm tongue. As I got dressed Simon watched. His hand slowly stroked his cock as I slipped into my bra and panties for the evening. Sim­ple, clas­sic, black lace strap­less and a thong. No garter tonight, just the basics, but the basics that look the best. The dress was sim­ple as well, pur­ple silk, with a hal­ter that tied around the neck. Classy and incred­i­bly sexy. Simon con­tin­ued to watch me get dressed, his hand on his cock the whole time, like a peep­ing Tom with a closer view. I teased him a bit, I licked the tip of his cock, I bent over inches away from his face show­ing him my fan­tas­tic shave. He slowed down his hand when I asked him to save up. “I want to be able to share your cum.”

Simon knew where to go. The club was dark, the music was loud, and there was a fan­tas­tic mix of peo­ple there. We ordered a cou­ple drinks and found a seat at the bar. I told Simon that I was excited, but either way, girl or not, we would be fuck­ing me silly when we got home. The bulge in his pants had never been harder, and I grasped it firmly as I kissed him. His hand slid up my dress, and he slipped two fin­gers deep inside my already wet pussy. “I know you want to taste some” he said as he ran those fin­ger across my lips, then told me to go dance. He motioned to the dance floor where a tall brunette was danc­ing alone among the couples.

Her body moved, feel­ing the music, not car­ing that she was enjoy­ing it alone. She was taller than me, long strong legs, long arms, long hair. She moved with flu­id­ity for some­one so solid, so stat­uesque. Her skirt was straight, longer than all the other wom­ens, a lux­u­ri­ous knit that fit her curves per­fectly. She wore a match­ing back­less shirt with­out any­thing else, her breasts smaller but per­fectly round, her nip­ples stand­ing out like can­dies, wet from sweat and chilled by the air. Simon knew what he was doing when he pointed me to the dance floor. He knows that I like my men built like men and my women built like women, with all the curves and soft edges. I moved out to the dance floor and danced beside her, both of us in our own worlds. My eyes closed and when I opened them again she was look­ing at me. We smiled and con­tin­ued to dance, only this time with each other. Our bod­ies would touch, our hands would meet, there was elec­tric­ity between us. Music went on and we danced closer and closer let­ting our hands move over each other enjoy­ing the pulse of the music. Finally exhausted she stood behind me, her hands on my hips and bent down to whis­per that we could both use a drink. I agreed and took her by the hand, telling her I wanted to intro­duce her to my hus­band. She slowed at first, knocked back for a moment. I looked her in the eyes and asked if that was alright. My look told her I wanted her for me, not for him. Of course she said, and we con­tin­ued across to the bar…

See how it goes in Part 2…

The story starts here, and con­tin­ues here…

Simon pulls me up and tells me to wait. I stand in the mid­dle of the room, feel­ing their eyes, pussy throb­bing, cum dry­ing on my skin, just wait­ing for what is to come next. The men step out of sight for a moment, when they return, they each have a drink and las­civ­i­ous looks on their faces. “Ava take off your boots, slowly. Then take off the rest.” Simon tells me. I bend to begin unlac­ing them and he cor­rects me. Bend at the waist, over fully and unlace one, then turn around and unlace the other I am told. I see James begin to rub his cock as I slowly bend over to unlace the tall boots. He is semi hard when I turn and begin on the other. The view for the men is what Simon was after. Garter, bra, and stock­ings, pussy and ass fully exposed the fur­ther I bend. I’m almost fin­ished when I feel a body behind me, hands on my ass, squeez­ing it, then run­ning fin­gers from my wet pussy up between my cheeks before stop­ping right at the entrance to my tight ass hole. When I raise back up I hear Simon growl in my ear, “I think this is the only spot on you that hasn’t been fucked…” I stand up fully and he walks back next to James. I peel off the garter and stock­ings as well as my boots. My bra goes next, stiff with cum. I wait for my next instruc­tions naked and nearly panting.

Simon slowly walks back to the bath­room, James takes my arm and leads me back behind him. When we meet Simon he has started the shower already and the room is warm and fill­ing with steam. “Such a dirty slut, it’s shower time for you” James says. I begin to step into the water when Simon stops me. “Not quite yet, remem­ber we still had a bit to cover” he says. I’m pushed over, my hands placed on the edge of the tub, the water splash­ing up into my face. I cant tell who is where but all at once I feel a famil­iar buzz, my bul­let vibra­tor shoved up into my pussy, and a hand slip­ping from my pussy up to my ass­hole. James steps into the shower, block­ing the water, still stroking his cock slowly. Simon begins to fin­ger my ass­hole, get­ting me ready, then start­ing to rub his cock up and down my ass, press­ing against me for a few sec­onds at a time. The vibra­tor was work­ing on me from the inside as Simon teased me from the out­side. I’m moan­ing and beg­ging for cock, some ones, any­ones cock to be inside me, mouth, pussy, ass, any­thing. I’m theirs to use. They enjoy the beg­ging. James laughs and his cock gets harder, he slaps it across my face, teas­ing me and telling me that he just wants my face as a tar­get, he’s already fucked me and now Im just there to catch his cum. Simons fin­gers dive into my pussy as James teases. He retrieves the vibra­tor, and rubs it across my clit, mak­ing me cum and shake. The toy is tossed aside but Simons fin­gers remain in my slip­pery cunt. His hand was soak­ing in my cum and he had ideas of what to do with it.

Simons cock is jammed into my pussy with such force that I almost lose my bal­ance, James holds me up. He con­tin­ues to mas­ter­bate and rub his cock all over my face, tak­ing great plea­sure in my beg­ging tongue and mouth. After cov­er­ing his cock with my wet­ness Simon presses it against my tight ass­hole and bends down to my ear. “Last hole to fuck…” he whis­pers and pushes his cock inside. My head goes back and I moan in pain and plea­sure. James takes the oppor­tu­nity to fill that hole as well. As Simon slowly fucked my ass­hole James kept me quiet by keep­ing my mouth full of his cock and balls.

I have no idea how long they have me pinned between them but I feel Simon pull out of my tight hole spew­ing cum inside and over my entire ass and James pull out of my mouth and shoot his cum all over my face. The men step into the shower and pull me in as well. I wait as they slowly wash them­selves then tell me to clean myself up before com­ing to the bed­room. Simon waited and watched as I washed myself, soap­ing and rins­ing to remove all of the cum that had cov­ered me for hours. He walks me to the bed­room and lets me lie down. He and James explore me with their hands and I pass out…

I feel move­ment and open my eyes, I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep. Sud­denly Simon is hold­ing my head, jam­ming his cock down my throat, hold­ing my face, my mouth just a hole for him to fuck. James has moved and is pulling my body up so that I am on my hands and knees, my mouth full of cock, my legs spread, ass exposed. I try to move, I try to moan when I feel his tongue cir­cling my ass but am unable to do any­thing as Simon fucks my face.

James attacks my pussy and ass with his mouth and fin­gers and Simon releases me a bit and tells me to suck like the good slut I’ve been all night. My body is exhausted. I cant fight or respond. I’m just a fuck toy to them, the good lit­tle cum slut they have used all night, nearly used up. Simon tosses me over onto my back and he and James take turns hold­ing my head and fuck­ing my mouth. One then the other they cum in my open mouth, forc­ing me to swal­low all I can as the rest drips out of my mouth. They fin­ish and I stay still. I’m spent and used. James gets dressed and he and Simon walk out of the bedroom.

Simon is beside me when I open my eyes. Gen­tly stroking my hair he asks “It’s Sat­ur­day night, what do you want to do?”

How it began starts here…

The cab­bie nearly wrecked. As soon as we got in the back seat Simon pushed my head into James’s lap and put his hand up my skirt. He gave the dri­ver the address and what I’m assum­ing was a sub­stan­tial fare and tip and told me to suck James like the slut I was. He lifted my head long enough for James to pull out his smooth, long cock then pushed it back down. My mouth is filled with cock as James moans. He leans back to give me more access as Simon pulls my legs up onto the seat. Hot slick cock slides across my face as I lick and suck balls, mas­sag­ing them with my mouth and hands. Simon has started fin­ger­ing my cunt, lick­ing it on occa­sion, smil­ing at the look on the dri­vers face when he glances back to see me on all fours, cock in my mouth, fin­gers in my pussy, on the back bench of his cab. I can feel James about to cum when I hear a small cough. The cab has stopped. Simon takes his head out from under my skirt and we all move to go inside, giv­ing the cab­bie a wink and a thanks.

As soon as we step inside Simon has me bent over the couch. I don’t feel him imme­di­ately and start to stand back up, only to be pushed over again, this time by James. I can hear clothes drop­ping to the floor and am soon face to face with James’s cock again. He stands on the couch and shoves him­self into my mouth. At the same time I feel Simon impale me from behind. As Simon pounds James is shoved fur­ther down my throat. I can barely breath when James moans that he is about to cum. My hair is pulled back and my body is lifted slightly. James’s cock slips out of my mouth just as he is cum­ming. His hot cum shoots across my chin and neck, drip­ping down between my breasts, splash­ing on the cot­ton and lace.

James stands back pant­ing, watch­ing Simon pound away at me. With­out James hold­ing my face to his cock I was left to hold myself up when Simon let go of my hair. He was now grip­ping my garter belt, using it as a han­dle to pull me back and forth on his cock. My face drip­ping with cum I moan as he pounds, feel­ing so full and wet I can barely take it. James comes back over, his cock half hard again already and kneels in front of me. He pushes me upright and begins to unbut­ton my shirt, rub­bing his wet cum into my skin. Simon thrusts harder and deeper before help­ing to remove my shirt. I squeeze his cock with my pussy and feel him begin to pulse, fill­ing my pussy before pulling out, push­ing me over again and fin­ishes by cov­er­ing my ass.

Simon walks me around to the front of the couch where James sits wait­ing, slowly stroking his cock. “Take off your skirt and ride his cock now.” Simon tells me. I slide my skirt down bend­ing over fully for Simon . “Don’t try to tease me, I know you are my cum slut” he says drag­ging a fin­ger through the pool of cum on my back before slap­ping my ass. James lies back on the couch, enjoy­ing the scene and I climb on top of him, slowly slid­ing down his now com­pletely hard cock. He stays still for a moment, hav­ing me work him as he pinches my nip­ples. I enjoy the feel­ing, the slow ride, my pussy is soak­ing him mak­ing me very slip­pery but that doesn’t seem to slow James down. My garters come in handy again as he begins to use them as Simon did, to drive deep inside. He thrusts up and pulls me down on him so hard I feel as if he is try­ing to split me in two.

I feel Simons hands turn­ing my body. James has my pussy to pound, but Simon now has the rest. He bends down and sucks my nip­ples through the lace of my bra, pinches them, squeezes my breasts. He kisses me hard and then pushes my head down. He is not quite soft but not fully hard, he forces his cock in my mouth and holds me there. I usu­ally can’t take Simon all the way in my mouth because of his length, but at this state he is press­ing hard enough that I am tast­ing his balls as well. Once again between these two men I am bliss­fully full of cock. Simon grows harder in my mouth and I strug­gle invol­un­tar­ily to breath. He shows some sym­pa­thy and releases my head momen­tar­ily before he starts fuck­ing my mouth with feroc­ity. James is now fuck­ing harder and faster, I can feel his balls press­ing hard into me and again I hear the famil­iar moan of a man about to cum. Simon releases my head for long enough to let James spew his cum up over my belly and chest. I am amazed at the amount, hot and wet it drips over my body again. He stays on the couch after cum­ming, telling me what a good slut I am and how Simon is very lucky. My pussy throbs from being used for so long and is still wet from cum, my own and theirs. I suck Simon but he seems more inter­ested in just using my face, I cup his balls in one hand and reach around to fin­ger his ass and I feel him stiffen, ready to cum. He pulls out of my mouth and holds my head back by my hair. A full shower cov­ers me, his cum falls across my face and hair, down my neck across my chest. Simon steps back to admire his work. Both men look and agree, that I am a good cum slut, that I wear it well, but maybe one more coat might be needed…

con­tinue on to the next part here

I woke up sud­denly and looked at the clock. 4:00am. The bed is in sham­bles and long strong bod­ies sleep on each side of me. Simon and James had used me all night. I thought it might be time for one more play before we slipped James out the door…

We had met James that evening. Simon and I had gone out for a bit of fun, dress­ing me up, know­ing we were going to come home and he was going to fuck me hard. He had picked out one of his favorite out­fits from top to bot­tom. White lace was what he had wanted. My bra was thin lace that my nip­ples could be seen through ( as well as sucked through ), per­fect in form and func­tion. I had a match­ing thong, but Simon wanted even eas­ier access than that, the thong was vetoed, and I was told to shave…completely…and he handed me a white lace garter belt with thigh high stock­ings. A crisp white but­ton down blouse…strategically but­toned, and a pleated black skirt, short enough to be fun, short enough to tease, but long enough to not get arrested. The boots were what he really wanted to see though. Black, lace up, heel that made me the per­fect height to fuck. I had put my hair up and he quickly took it down. Simon likes my hair down. Before we left the house he bent me over the back of the couch; from front and back he checked out his choice of out­fit. A firm slap on my bare ass gave me a shiver. He pressed up against me from behind and slipped two fin­gers into my wet pussy. Pulling them out, he ran his wet fin­gers across my lips as he whis­pered that I was a good girl and that he hoped I’d be a good lit­tle slut tonight.

We had wanted to do somthing a lit­tle dif­fer­ent so we started out the evening at a bar we rarely go to. A lit­tle trendy, but fun. We were sit­ting at the bar hav­ing drinks when we noticed James. Just a cou­ple seats down, he kept watch­ing us. His eyes roamed over my body, they fol­lowed my lips, they watched as Simon’s hand slipped up my skirt. When he stood up to go have a cig­a­rette, it was obvi­ous he had a cou­ple things on his mind. Simon looked at me and told me to go have a smoke with him. His fin­ger slid deep into my pussy as he leaned for­ward to whis­per that I should bring him back, that he wanted to see if he’d like to play with us. James noticed as soon as I walked out onto the deck of the bar. I was too worked up to play coy, my pussy was drip­ping with the antic­i­pa­tion of hav­ing this stranger fuck me at the same time as Simon. I walked over and asked for a cig­a­rette. As he fum­bled I rubbed the front of his jeans, his cock hard­en­ing from the touch. “I want you to come home with my hus­band and I. We saw you watch­ing us.” His mouth opened slightly but he responded only with a nod. “Can you cum a lot, and often?” I asked as I pressed against him. “Yes.” he man­aged to utter. “Good, then come with me.” I grabbed him cig­a­rette and tossed it aside before kiss­ing him long and hard on the mouth, press­ing myself against the grow­ing bulge in his pants.

We met Simon back at the bar and did the intro­duc­tions. From the bar to a booth, all of us a bit closer, a bit more free to con­verse openly. I was in between two hand­some men with tal­ented hands. After a few drinks and a lot of open con­ver­sa­tion we called a cab…

Con­tinue the story here…