Challenge 2: Picture Reveal

Hi Ladies, so first of all thank you, thank you, thank you and thank you a million times more for reading and commenting on mine and Vicky's smut challenge pieces :) This has been so much for us and along with yourselves we're getting the opportunity to live out some of our most dirtiest fantasies EVER here on our blogs. We hope you are all enjoying it so far - so what's up next you ask??? Well Vicky has already uploaded her three pics to her blog (aren't I naughty for choosing those? lmao) so it's time for me to upload what I'll be writing about (thanks to Vics for the pics lol). BTW if any of you want to send us some pics feel free and we'll gladly write something for you!


So here ya go:-

PICTURE ONE

PICTURE TWO

PICTURE THREE

Can anyone say WETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT????!!!! ;)

Challenge 1: The Pleasure of Prudence

August 29^th, 1997

You can’t believe he picked you! Out of the two hundred plus girls who worked for the agency you were the one he wanted to spend the night with – how lucky can a working girl get?

It wasn’t a secret within the agency that many a high profile celebrity, business man or politician frequented “The Dollhouse” for their sexual pleasure and gratification. After all, it was one of Copenhagen’s top establishments for such business. But to land this client was a huge honour and no doubt you would be the envy of all the “dolls” for a long time to come.

Your mind wanders back to this afternoon's conversation with you boss. You had sat there in a daze as you listened intently to Madame Vicky’s instructions that had been passed down from the client. They detailed three important stipulations you were to obey this evening:

1.       what you were to wear – a tight fitting red dress which must emphasis your legs and cleavage, adorned with a pearl necklace and your hair left free flowing;

2.       how you were to act – submissive , no kissing but willing to try anything and everything else (something that excited you yet made you slightly anxious – you were never good with pain);

3.       and you are only to speak when spoken to.

Your boss also informed you that the reason you were picked is not only for your good looks and tight body but because he liked your name – Prudence. She went on to explain that caution and discretion is at the top of his priorities and he thought your “name” was fitting for the occasion, seeing as though these qualities were the basis for practising Prudence.

So after three long hours of primping and pampering yourself to suite his liking, you finally get to sit back and relax against the plush leather seat of the limousine he has provided to transport you to his hotel. You mentally start to prepare yourself for this evening, a little ritual you’ve seemingly picked up over the years in order to make this “job” a little easier to swallow – no pun intended.

You sit there anxious, nervous even. You are never nervous; in fact usually you’re quite the opposite – confident, ballsy and brazen even. After all you’ve been doing this kind of thing since you were seventeen, but the thought of being with THE Michel Jackson has your stomach twisting and turning as though elephants were doing acrobatic tricks inside your guts.

But there is no time for second thoughts, the limo has already arrived at your destination and with one quick look in your hand mirror to check your hair and makeup is as perfect as it’ll ever be, the chauffer is swinging the car door open and is politely holding out his hand to escort you out of the car. You actually feel like someone of worth for a change and it feels kind of nice. Usually you are instructed to make your own way to the rendezvous point and looking back, you could probably count on your one hand the amount of times a limo has escorted you to a venue, yes you could get used to this.

“Welcome to the Hotel D'Angleterre,” the bell boy says to you before holding the door open for you to enter.

You take a deep breath and make your way over to the bank of shiny gold coloured elevators that reflect your image just like a mirror would. You scrutinise yourself one more time before you are satisfied that Mr. Jackson will approve of your chosen attire for the evening. The tight red dress clings to every curvature and dip of your body. Your ample breasts are unrestricted as you’ve decided not to wear a bra, instead they are merely being held up by the tight fabric of the dress. Your run your fingers back and forth against the cool strand of pearls that adorns your neck and a tingle of pleasure shoots through your body as you imagine it is his hands that is gliding over your neck right now.

Usually you find no self pleasure in your work – its business after all! But the thought of spending the night with Mr. Smooth Criminal himself has your loins burning ablaze with desire. You’ve always admired his work and that lithe dancer body of his, but never in your wildest dreams did you ever think that one day he would end up being on the long list of clients who have sampled your goodies.

The elevator door pings open breaking you from your reverie; you have arrived at your destination – the presidential suite. You make your way inside and when he comes into view your breathe catches inside the back of your throat. You see him stood staring out of the window looking at the vast city beneath him, his hair is a lot longer and curlier than you had ever seen before and is secured in a loose pony tail which trails to the middle of his back. You imagine what it would feel like to have your fingers tangled up inside that delicious looking mane. Impure thoughts flood your mind, you yearn for his touch, but he merely stands there statuesque, simply admiring the world below.

“Good evening Prudence,” he says in a voice far deeper than you have ever heard him speak in before now. Where was that high pitched squeaky voice of his that you had heard him speak in numerous interviews in the past?

“Would you like some wine?” he says sweetly, now turning to face you, admiring your beauty and seemingly mesmerizing the way your body looks  in your chosen dress. Unashamed he ogles at your body and looks you up and down not once, not twice, but three times.

A small smirk spreads across his face and he shakes his head before saying something underneath his breath, something along the lines of “very nice indeed.”

You drink in his posture as he walks towards you with confidence; he has a slight arrogant gait you notice, but nothing egotistical, he merely displays a confidence you would never have guessed he had.

The shy, quiet Michael Jackson you’ve been witness to over the years on television looks and talks nothing like that version. This version is much more self-assured and somewhere deep down this excites you immensely.

His fingers reach up and touches the side of your cheek and you feel yourself start to blush. You look down, slightly ashamed that you’ve let this man turn you into a puddle of liquid with just one caress, but he seems to like that he has this effect over you, as when he lifts your chin and looks straight into your eyes he smirks and you feel yourself beginning to drown.

His deep, dark eyes are hypnotising, they look wise, all knowing and the way they penetrate your own, you have the feeling that he can see into your very soul. After a few seconds you manage to break away from his gaze, if you don’t you may not be able to control yourself for much longer and this would break one his three stipulations – not a good thing if you want to get paid.

“You know Prudence, I don't make a habit of this… but seeing as though it’s my birthday, I thought I’d have a little celebration.”

His birthday? Wow, you can’t believe he chose you of all people to spend his birthday with, how lucky can one girl get?

“Are you hungry?”

“No,” you manage to say. For some reason all of a sudden your voice feels extremely parched.

“Are you thirsty?”

Even though you could drink the ocean dry you simply reply “No.”

“Then shall we get down to business?”

Hallelujah you silently pray as those are the magic words you’ve been waiting to hear since your arrival, “Yes Sir,” you say a little too quickly for your liking.

You know full well that men who like their women to be submissive love being referred to as “Sir” and “Master.” You wonder how long it will be until he asks you to call him the latter, as with all men who prefer this form of coupling it’ll only be a matter of time until he does.

He takes you hand inside his much larger one and silently will’s you to follow him. You both make your way through a long corridor until you come to a stop in front of two huge oak panelled doors which leads into the boudoir.

Once you’re both inside he pulls both doors shut and turns the lock, clearly he doesn’t want anyone interrupting what he has in store for you.

You watch intently as he saunters over to a music system in the corner of the room and pops in a CD. The throaty voice of Trent Reznor starts to seep out of the speakers and you stand there glued to the spot. You would never have guessed that this man stood before you listened to the likes of Nine Inch Nails - another fact about himself that seemingly turns you on.

As the music seeps into your pores you start to inadvertently sway to the beat. Your hips move from side to side as you close your eyes and get lost inside the glorious sound of Trent’s voice.

“You like this band?” You hear Mr. Jackson say and your eyes fling open, your cheeks flushing a hue of pink once more, seemingly for a second or two you forgot who you were in the presence of. Music always did have this effect over you, even when you were a child.

“Dance for me Prudence,” your client says before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He signals for you to come closer to him as he opens his legs wide for you to step between them.

“Dance for me,” he says again before he places his large masculine hands either side of your hips. You do as you are told and begin to get lost inside the rhythm of the music. You close your eyes and sway and twirl your ample hips, to the beat of the song. His hands tighten their grip and dig into your flesh and you hear his breathing begin to pick up.

Your entire body is burning up, even with your eyes closed you feel his gaze travelling up and down your body. You feel the moisture between your legs soak into your panties and you wonder how long it will be until he takes you like you so desperately want him to.

As the first song comes to an end you feel his hands snake upwards, his fingers start to caress your breasts over the fabric of your dress. Your nipples harden underneath his touch and you lick your lips as you throw your head back in ecstasy at his touches.

You feel the zip of your dress being fumbled with and in one swift motion he’s pulled it all the way down and the material pools around your feet. You open your eyes to see his own black orbs drinking in your ample bussom. You watch as he licks his lips, his hands find their way back up to your pert breasts and before long his hot, wet lips have latched themselves onto your right nipple.

Your breath catches in the back of your throat, you hear a moan omit from his mouth and the vibration against your flesh sends chills up and down your spine. His free hand makes its way to the mound between your legs and begins to seek out your slit beneath the fabric of your panties.

You steady yourself by placing your hands on top of his shoulders, afraid that you may collapse into a heap on the floor from all of this glorious teasing he is inflicting upon your body. 

You cry out when without warning you feel a long, thick finger enter your woman hood and your grip on his shoulders tighten. He strokes your insides like a man of experience; he seems intent on finding your spot. His finger curls inside you and you feel it brush up against that special place… you gasp… he found it.

Your head cranes backwards as he enters another finger and before long you’re riding his hand as though it was his cock.

Normally YOU were the pleasure giver, the one who made the other cry out in satisfaction, yet this made for a nice change. You could get used to this; being submissive might just be your favourite role to play from now on.

You hear your moans intermingle with those of the music and as the next song builds to a crescendo so does your imminent orgasm. He lets you reach your peak. In fact, he seems intent on getting you off. You continue to wriggle and squirm against his huge fingers and with one final twist your walls start to contract and your nectar starts to seep out of your slit as you watch it trickle down his hand.

His eyes lock with yours; he seems pleased that he has made you cum so quickly. You feel high as a kite, your orgasm so satisfying that you simply want, no crave for more.

You look down to see his fingers slipping out of you. He brings them up to your face and pushes one finger inside your open mouth. You gladly oblige his silent request and within seconds you have licked his digits clean from your juices which surprisingly taste better than you ever imagined.

Slowly he stands up his gaze never leaving yours as he begins to unbutton his shirt. You chew on the inside of your mouth, you’re anxious to see what he looks like naked. You wonder if he’ll be conscious of his body and whether or not the rumours about his skin condition are true, but the more he strips the more excited you become.

If he is embarrassed about his body, he doesn’t show it. In fact he seems extremely comfortable within his skin and when his cock finally springs free from the restraints of his tight pants you understand why. With a member that huge, well he has a reason to be pleased with himself. Why be embarrassed when you’ve got King Cobra nestled between your legs right?

Once again your mouth feels drier than the Sahara desert and you slowly gulp for air as if it is going out of fashion. That must be eight… no nine or so inches… you muse to yourself – wow just how I like them – long, thick and veiny.

He beckons to you in a come hither motion with his index finger and without hesitation you walk towards him.

“Take your panties off,” he commands in a smooth yet direct manner. You obey his command and decide to remove your shoes also—

“No, leave them on,” he instructs, so you stand back up and await his next instruction. Slowly he begins to circle you, reminding you of a Lion circling its prey. You stand there perfectly still and allow him to take in every inch of you.

His fingers trace the outline of your spine, he runs them upwards and downwards… once… twice… three time… goosebumps cover your flesh, a wave of desire washes over you as you feel the moisture begin to seep out of your slit and onto your inner thighs.

“Come,” he commands.

You follow him as he swaggers over to the windows which are covered with a thin, sheer net curtain and you wonder if anyone will be witness to your debauchery tonight. But the truth of the matter is you simply do not care. The whole world could be witness to this coupling and you wouldn’t give a damn, you crave for his touch, you yearn for him to take you how he wants and to abuse your body in ways you’ve never let any man do to you before.

“Turn around, I want you from behind,” his deep voice commands.

You face the wall and await his next instruction. A mirror to your left has been strategically placed by the looks of things, so you tilt your head ever so slightly and out of the corner of your eyes you see him slipping a condom over his thick shaft.

You find yourself gulping down the air as you debate if you are ready or not to take in his entire length with just minutes of foreplay to warm you up. But there’s no time to worry now as his hands have found their way back to your body. One is holding the back of your neck whilst the other grabs onto your hip. He bends you forward and instinctively you rest your palms against the cool wall as you feel him to start to tickle your entrance with the engorged head of his member.

Your ass immediately tilts higher, giving him the access he so desires and without warning he enters you with in one swift forward push.

A strangled cry escapes your throat and tears springs to your eyes. Even though you have been doing this for years, no man has ever stretched you the way this man is doing so right now.

His grip around the back of your neck tightens and he begins to thrust into you faster… harder… deeper… not giving you any time to adjust.

His grunts mix with your cries of pain/pleasure. Before long you relax and offer yourself completely to this amazing creature. His fingers busy themselves between playing with your nipples, clutching at your throat and teasing your swollen nub that tingles each time he strokes it.

He plays your body like a musician would play a fiddle, you’re amazed by how turned on you are right now.

Usually you would have switched off at this point and faked your moans and groans of pleasure. But with him, there doesn’t seem a need to fake anything, he knows exactly which buttons to press and precisely which angle he should stroke your insides. You’re so turned on, that you wouldn’t care if he chose not to pay you, screw it – you may even decide to give him a freebie, call it a birthday present.

When you feel him bite down on your shoulder blade you’re quickly brought back from your incessant daydreaming and slip back into the hypnotic rhythm of his thrusts. You feel his mouth against your ear, his tongue sucks on your lobe whilst his hands ruthlessly pinch and tug at your nipples.

You arch backwards as far as you can, your head now rests against his shoulder and his mouth makes it way towards your neck. You’re dying to kiss him but you know very well that rules are rules and unless he initiates it you are not to go anywhere near his mouth.

His thrusts become frantic and much deeper, you hear a guttural moan escape his lips and this turns you on even more. Your inner walls are being exquisitely tortured with each stab of his length and the familiar ball of fire that burns inside the bottom of your stomach starts to ignite.

But he’s not ready to let you cum, not again so soon. Inwardly you pout when he quickly withdraws from your canal, but you squeal with delight when he picks you up and throws you onto the huge bed just like a barbarian would.

Immediately he flips you over onto your stomach and positions your head so it’s hanging off the edge of the mattress. You feel his hand press forcefully between your shoulder blades as he thrusts into you once again without any warning whatsoever.

He keeps his grip on your back as his other hand tightens around your hip and the ball of fire starts to ignite all over again.

The next song starts to play and it’s one that you recognise immediately. It’s one that you’ve fantasised about fucking to ever since you heard it play on a late night radio station a few years ago.

“You let me violate you…” the song starts and instinctively you can feel his thrusting move to the pace of the song. He only picks up speed when the song hits its peak and for a second you think you hear him sing along…

“I wanna fuck you like an animal…” your head is spinning as he pounds into you ruthlessly, your wails of pleasure are matched with his own as his grunts and groans fill the room.

You feel one of his hands tangle inside your hair as he begins to tug on it each time he thrusts inside your burning hot pussy. You feel his cock twitch and throb, it stretches you to the hilt and you’re pretty sure it’s growing even bigger by the minute.

His balls slap against your ass the further he buries himself inside and your juices squelch loudly with each of his thrusts. You’re desperate to cum, but each time you feel your walls start to contract and prepare you for a mind blowing orgasm; he seems to sense it and begins to slow down. He’s teasing you. He’s building you up so that when you finally get to explode it’ll be something to remember for the rest of your life. He’s spoiling you. No other man will do you like he’s doing you right now and he’s making sure of that by prolonging your orgasm.

“Please…” you hear yourself beg.

“Please what?” he breathlessly pants.

You know exactly what he wants. He wants you to beg him for it. He’s got you to this point, on the edge of ecstasy so that you’ll finally say those words every dominating man wants to hear.

“Please sir…” you cry out.

“No that’s not what I want to hear,” he’s quick to deadpan.

Unable to play this teasing game for much longer you finally give into his request and blurt out… “Please Master let me cum…”

“Much better,” he pants against your ear.

And just like that he begins to thrust into you with such brute force, you’re pretty sure the bed is only seconds away from breaking. His thrusting is that of lightening speed, you feel his sweat drip onto your back and his cries of pleasure intermingles with those of your own.

You bite down on the pillow beneath you as he fucks you ruthlessly, over and over until finally…

Your walls mercilessly clamp down on his shaft as though they had teeth and all you can hear is the sound of him hissing into your ear. You feel him swell even bigger inside your cunt until he lets out a loud strangled cry before slumping down onto your back. His rocking subsides as you both lie there completely and utterly amazed.

Minutes pass and still you stay locked in this position. That is until you start to feel his lips softly brush against your back and shoulders. You feel his hand reach underneath and with one swift move he’s rolled you over to your side so that he’s spooning you, clearly he enjoying taking women from behind.

With only minutes of rest and a quick change of condom is he back inside you only this time you get to enjoy the show. The mirror that was purposely set off to the side displays yours and his naked form perfectly. Finally you get to see what he looks like as he fucks you for the second time tonight.

You wonder if he’ll ever feel spent, he seems to have the energy of a fifteen year old and secretly you hope this night will never end. Even though you’ve barley spoken two words to him, somehow he understands your body so well. He clearly enjoys having sex and you wonder if in fact his previous statement of “he doesn’t usually do this kind of thing” is true. 

But who cares right? For now you get to enjoy his experience and receive the best mind blowing orgasms of your life.

Seemingly dissatisfied with his view you feel your right leg being lifted and you rest the heel of your stilleto shoe on top of his thigh. This position opens you up further to his gaze and you stare into the mirror and watch in wonderment as his black orbs fix on your entrance and his cock moving slowly in and out of it. The sight of him watching you watching him is too much and before long your eyes are clamped shut and you simply let him fuck your body exactly how he wants.

Slow at first, yet the strokes are always firm and deep, until he picks up momentum and he’s back to long stroking you quickly towards oblivion.

“Let go…” he commands into your ear and as soon as you feel his fingers pinching your folds together so that you become tighter around his length you lose it, both of you do.

You’ve never came simultaneously with a man before and you wonder if he ever has. You’d like to think that this was a first for him too, but you highly doubt it is.

As you continue to ponder about who the lucky ladies were with whom he learnt these amazing “tricks” with, he begins to drift off to sleep and before long only the sound of his light snoring fills the room. You wonder if you should get up and leave, but something is willing you to stay. You decide it best to not let your fantasies fill your head, after all it was only a fuck right? But when you make a move to get up you feel his arms tighten around your torso pulling you back towards his chest.

“Stay with me,” he softly whispers inside your ear and ever the submissive slave you simple reply, “Yes Master, whatever you want.”

The End.

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Youth Vs. Experience

This is a one shot I've been working on for a while. It's pretty nasty lol but I hope you enjoy it all the same and please let me know what you think. I love to hear everyone's thoughts 

I thrash about wildly on the bed trying my best to get one of “them” to ease the ache that’s been steadily building between my legs for well over an hour now. I sense they’re smirking at me and I hear them laughing loudly at my failure to break free from the restraints that’s got me spread out like a wh0re, confined to what I’m assuming is a bed.

They’ve blindfolded me. Blackness encompasses my vision; preventing me from scanning my surroundings and more importantly from seeing their faces. I must admit the loss of vision only serves to heighten my pleasure tenfold and this must be evident from the love juices I feel steadily oozing out of my burning wet centre, coating my ass cheeks as it drenches the sheets beneath me.

The more I thrash about, the tighter the leather restraints grip at my ankles and pull on my wrists and in a sick way I love it.  To feel that mixture of pleasure and pain as the leather chafes and bruises my skin gives me a sick thrill inside and just like the satin blindfold; the restraints merely heightens my senses which excites me beyond disbelief.

Yes I’m little nervous, but the thrill I’m feeling at this moment, is building to a crescendo deep inside my core, overshadowing any feelings of angst or worry that a part of me may have.

Why waste my energy on feeling nervous when I’m finally getting to live out my ultimate fantasy with him?…  with them.

This is a competition. A battle between youth vs. experience, stamina vs. endurance, pleasure vs. pain.

But more importantly…  This.Is.My.Fantasy.

The cool satin sheets partially cover my body, clinging to my sticky skin as I wiggle my bottom against the soft material. I won’t deny that I’m starting to get irritated and frustrated at the fact that for the past twenty minutes they haven’t so much as sighed a breath against my hot honey coloured skin.

“She’s a live wire this one old man,” I hear a soft voice cackle.

 “Less of the old man punk, I could show you a trick or two,” a deeper voice says.

“Just callin’ it like I see it old man,” the soft voice teases.

Their banter goes on for a little while longer until I can’t take no more. For what I reckon has been close to forty-five minutes they’ve teased me to no end and worked me into such a frenzy with their fingers and mouths that I’m about to explode! It also doesn’t help that no sooner had they started had they abruptly stopped!

They had left me all alone, confined to this exquisitely soft bed, butt naked with my goodies on show for anyone who was to idly walk by - and wearing only a pair of black kitten heels for good measure. 

F.uckers my mind silently yells.

“Urgh I can’t take this anymore” I cry out with frustration.

 “Excuse us? What did we tell you about talking girrrrrl,” I hear the more mature voice growl.

Sh!t I’ve done it now… they’re really going to punish me.

My lips turn upwards into a smirk when I realize my mistake may actually grant me my wish and just maybe my little outburst will help to appease the throbbing sensation I feel between my legs.  

“F.uck the rules,” I spit out in frustration that they won’t give it to me like I want them to.   

“I think we need to teach this wild thang a lesson or two whadaya say Number 1?”

A cold chill runs up and down my spine from his words spoken lowly in a threatening manner, but that fear flies out of the window when I feel one of their fingers caress my ankle in a sensuous manner.

“I think so Number 2. Maybe we should start by making her repeat the rules.”

His fingers hike northwards across my body dancing along my hot skin, tickling me as they caress my calf before moving in slow lazy circles against my fleshy thigh. My breath catches in the back of my throat when he moves his delicious fingers closer… closer… urgh closer to my sweet spot. He gently pats the downy fur between my legs holding back from inserting them deep inside my core and instead he merely resumes making lazy circles only this time - across my stomach.

My bottom lip gets caught between my teeth when he flicks those long fingers over my hardened nubs and I silently will him to squeeze them, suck them and bite them, anything to take away this yearning I feel deep inside my loins.

I sigh in frustration when he fails to read my thoughts. Instead he drags his nails up over my breasts, nipping at my throat until her touches my lips. My mouth instinctively parts and he slips a digit inside. I suck hungrily on his finger, hard and fast hoping that if I do a good job he’ll replace it with something else – hopefully his member.

Before I can show him any of the tricks my mouth has picked up over the years, he abruptly pulls his finger out but thankfully slips the blind fold from my face.

My eyes take a few minutes to adjust to the light, but as soon as they do, I hungrily scan my surroundings, fearing that they may decide to slip the blindfold back on me and I’ll be lost to the darkness once again.

The first thing I notice is the glass ceiling. The night sky looms above me in all its glory, clouds sporadically decorating the black canvas as stars flicker and shine brightly; the moon casting an ethereal glow over my restrained body. Even though I’m clearly inside a room – a room that appears to have no doors I might add, the glass ceiling somehow makes me feel like we’re outside, the heavens bearing witness to the debauchery that I know is sure to follow.

Along with the starlight, there are candles dotted about the room giving off a dull glow, now I understand why vanilla has been permeating my nostrils – the candles must be scented.    

The walls surrounding me are coated in deep red giving the room a dark and foreboding feel to it as though they are dripping or have been stained with blood, but just like everything else inside this room this only excites me further.

I see I’ve been restrained to a king size canopy bed that’s been placed dead centre in the middle of the room directly beneath the nights sky. The bedposts have been draped in gauzy cherry-red bed curtains and the sheets that have been clinging to my clammy skin are jet black. The only hint of colour is the tiny red Japanese style flowers which have been skilfully embroidered into the fabric. 

The soothing sound of water echoes in my ears and straining my head I see miniature waterfalls in every corner of the room. The running water which pools at the bottom of these fountains is illuminated by underwater lamps, they give off minimal light but they still add to the overall ambience of the room.   

Finally my eyes come to rest on the last object that decorates the otherwise sparse interior. A plush throne which is currently vacant, has been placed off to the side of the bed, but close enough to be able to fully see the action.

The ornate throne is decked in red velvet resembling the colour of the walls, it’s been adorned with gilded legs and arm rests. Gold cherubs, swords and crowns decorate the top of the throne and I must admit it looks like something royalty would use – it’s definitely fit for a King.

And that brings me nicely onto My Kings for the night.

The one who’s been teasing me oh so sensuously with his fingers, the one who stands over me is first to catch my attention. He’s young and super cute, I would say he’s twenty, twenty-one tops. His skin is dark like the night sky above, he’s toned but I wouldn’t say he’s overly muscular, he’s lithe looking – clearly he has a dancer’s body. He’s neither bulky nor skinny, definitely well-proportioned and his smooth, hairless chest just cries out to be bitten and sucked. His short afro hair, similar texture to mine, just begs to be pulled and I notice the only thing he’s wearing are black boxer shorts (which barely contain his excitement) and a silver dog tag around his slim neck. The words Lover 1 has been carefully inscribed into the shiny metal.

I’m so wrapped up in the chocolate piece of heaven standing in front of me that I almost forget that there’s another presence inside the room. But when I hear someone else clear their throat, well that’s when my gaze lands on my “other” King for the night.

He’s standing by the other side of the bed with a huge smirk on his face. He also wears a dog tag around his thick neck but this one reads Lover 2. Whereas Lover 1 drinks in my naked form hungrily as though this is the first time he’s ever seen a naked woman’s body, Lover 2 merely marvels at my assets. His almost black eyes let me know he appreciates my form but appears nonchalant like it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. And out of the two, he scares me the most, he’s much older therefore clearly much more experienced.

I would say he’s early forties but whereas Lover 1 is cute looking, this guy is handsome. His chiselled nose is tiny compared to Lover 1’s thick flat nose and his high cheekbones and sculpted eyebrows actually make him kind of pretty.

His hair is straight and thick but it’s been cut into a pixie style that’s not really long but not super short either. I love how it frames his delicate features and only serves to highlight his exquisite cheekbones that Lover 1 hasn’t grown into yet because his features are still kind of chubby looking.    

His smooth pale skin contrasts beautifully with my darker complexion and I wonder if he tastes as good as he looks.  

“Girl remind me of rule number one,” Lover 2 says in a somewhat sinister tone breaking me from my reverie.

I lick my lips; all of a sudden my mouth feels parched as though I’ve walked ten thousand miles in the desert. I manage to squeak out “I’m not allowed to leave the bed unless you say so.”

“That’s correct good girl and rule number two?”

His semi-mocking tone of voice isn’t lost on me, but instead of acting smart I humour him by saying softly, “I’m not allowed to speak unless spoken to.”

“Such a smart girl,” he says in a condescending manner before finishing, “and finally Leila, rule number three?”

I chuckle lightly underneath my breath remembering back to what they told me over an hour ago, “I have to choose who is the better lover.”

 “Correct sweetheart, now I think you’ve been a very good girl so far so how about we untie you eh?”

I shake my head yes, a little too quickly for my liking god Leila - desperate much I internally chastise myself and hope he doesn’t notice my eagerness as I fear he may hold it against me.

Still smirking his sh!t eating grin, Lover 2 unfastens the cuffs that have been restraining my arms in place, whilst Lover 1 works on freeing my ankles. As soon as the cool leather is removed from my skin I sigh a huge breath of relief, now it’s time for the good stuff!  

“You wanna go first?” the younger one says whilst he bites hungrily on his bottom lip, his excitement evident from the huge erection that’s protruding from the waist band of his boxers.

Lover 2 laughs at his younger self, “Maybe you should take the lead rookie, looks like you could use some release.” 

I stifle a giggle as he nods his head towards Lover 1’s boner and straight away I can see the relief spread across the young’un’s features. His excitement is contagious and his rock hard member has me smacking my chops as I imagine how good it will taste when he finally f.ucks my face.

“Turn around sweetie” he mummers thickly and I do as I’m told, rolling over onto my stomach awaiting his next move.

Lover 2 takes a seat on the throne chair and lazily drapes a leg over one of the armrests. Before long his excitement gets the better of him so he begins to rub himself over the fabric of his boxer shorts. My eyes fix on the gradual hardening bulge that’s springing to life underneath his every stroke and my bottom lip gets lost between my teeth once again - god he's sexy.

All of a sudden I feel a cool, sticky liquid being poured onto my shoulder blades and before long it trickles down my back. I can’t help but sigh when I feel two big hands start to knead and massage the substance into my flushed skin. Mmmmmm cherry oil, it smells so good.

Lover 1 straddles my thighs as he proceeds to dig his long fingers into my tense muscles, his hard penis pressing into my ass cheeks every time he leans forward to work the kinks out of my shoulders. He uses the ball of his palms to make firm circles into my lower back and every now and then leans forwards to place soft kisses on my neck and cheek.

“Oooooo babygirl you like that? Am I hitting the spot sweetie, tell me how that feels?”

“Mmmmmm sooooooo gooooddddd,” I drawl out lazily as he works his magic hands over my butt cheeks.

Damn he’s good at this.

My walls inside my love canal contract over and over from his touches and from the little peep show Lover 2 is putting on for me.

The way he’s stroking his shaft switching between soft shallow strokes to long hard pumps causing his foreskin to cover his swollen, glistening head has me creaming uncontrollably.

DAMN I wanna taste his juices so bad.

I watch intently, absorbing exactly what gets him off so I can make a mental note for later, for when I finally get to put that magnificent nine incher between my lips and suck and blow him into oblivion.

His right hand continues to pump up and down his thick shaft whilst he uses his thumb and forefinger from his left hand to squeeze and massage his pre-cum into his swollen helmet. I feel him watching me watching him and when I finally break away from gawping at his spellbinding love stick he just smirks at me once again with that wicked-looking grin of his. If I wasn’t so f.ucking turned on right now I’d be scared sh!tless because from the look etched across his face and from what he’s packing downstairs, he's gonna hurt me, REAL GOOD!

I reckon I’m gon’ need a wheelchair in the morning, no walking for me for a few days after tonight!

As if sensing I’m paying far too much attention to his nemeses, Lover 1 suddenly flips me over so that I’m belly up facing him.

“Don’t let the old man distract you sweetie, for now you’re all mine ‘kay?” I nod my head yes, aw he’s such a cutie this one.

He pours more cheery oil into his palms rubbing them together to heat up the liquid before placing his huge claws onto my ample bussom. He squeezes my breasts together in amazement at their perkiness and leans in for a taste. As soon as he flicks and sucks on my hardened nubs, my back arches up off the bed into his mouth and I push the back of his head down onto me wanting him to give it to me rough.

His chocolate colour doe-eyes drink in my facial expressions looking for reassurance and smiles against my flesh when he garners a certain reaction from me, knowing he’s indeed hit.a.spot.

 “Aaaaaarggggg ooooooo yessssssssss,” I groan, fully aware that I’m not supposed to be talking but what he’s doing to my nipples is just so.darn.good.

“You like that sweetie? You like it when I suck on your t!tties?”

“Urgh yessssssssssss,” I cry in response to him now nipping and biting softly on my neck with his teeth. His hot tongue circles the places he’s gently bitten as though he’s apologizing for bruising my skin as his fingers continue to roll my nipples for good measure.

My juices continue to leak hard and fast from my core and feeling his hardness pressing into my stomach does nothing to stem the tide that’s now erupting out of my center and trickling down my inner thighs.  

“Mmmmmm kissssssss meeeeeeee.”

His thick lips meld against mine letting me taste the cherry oil that’s now coating his tongue. He sucks at my bottom lip like a hungry cub sucking on its mammas tit before lazily poking his tongue in and out of my semi parted mouth. Gradually his tongue thrusts become quicker until I open my mouth completely and grant him the access he’s been silently begging me for.

My hands get lost inside his thick curly hair, pulling him greedily into me so I can feel that magnificent penis of his prod and poke at my stomach. His excitement is evident from the liquid I feel oozing out of his tip coating my clammy skin.

We tongue wrestle for what seems like an eternity all the while my ears are filled with the sound of slurp, slurp, slurp.  Lover 2 must clearly be enjoying the show because the sounds of his juices seem to be echoing around the room rather loudly. 

Uh uh uhhhhhhhhh, I hear him moan. Dang he’s really enjoying the peep show.

“Sweetie don’t let him distract you, I got you—“

“For now,” Lover 2 is quick to interrupt the delicious chocolate skinned man that’s at present straddling my stomach whilst he licks and sucks on my neck.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” I sigh.

“Does that feel good sweetheart?” Is the Pope Catholic? Hell yes it feels good. I nod my head and he continues his sweet torture.

The way he sucks and nibbles at my throat lets me know he’s bruising my skin good. His juicy lips latch onto my skin creating a vacuum similar to that of a plunger and I feel his tongue tickle and lick me with such intensity, he’s doing such a sensual job that tears actually sting the back of my eyes.

Lover 1 moves further south continuing to work his magic with his delicate mouth. I close my eyes getting lost in the feel of his teeth scraping along my flesh as his hands continue to knead and massage my breasts. I whimper from his touches, he’s being so caring and attentive I actually think I might cry.

 “Urgggghhhhhhh,” I whimper when without warning he clamps his mouth over one of my pert nipples. He rolls my hardened flesh between his teeth, before flicking them repeatedly with his tongue until that’s not enough so he quite literally sucks me into a frenzy. I know he’s bruising my skin real good, but quite frankly I want him to. I want him to brand me with his mouth and make me never forget this night for as long as I live.  

 “Mmmmmmm sweeeeeetie you taste soooooo gooooodddd,” he drawls out lazily against my damp flesh.  

I can feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head every time he sucks me just that little bit harder, causing my love juices to dribble onto his thigh that’s now pressing in between my legs. His hard member has grown impossibly big and continues to poke and prod at my stomach. The teasing is sheer torture. It’s driving me crazy, I need to feel him; I have to feel him – before I explode.

But he’s so engrossed in brandishing me with his mouth, that at first he doesn’t react to me when I close my palm around his thick, pulsating shaft. Actually what I should say is trying to close my palm around his thick, pulsating shaft – he’s so damn big I wonder how the heck he’s ever going to fit all of that inside of me.

But feeling it jump and twitch inside my hand is so delicious. His skin is so hot, so soft, I can’t resist but to pull on it. His foreskin gently moves up and down with each stroke, but before I can get started, for some reason he pulls my hand away.

“Urrrgggghh sweetie that felt so good but lemme take care of you for a little while longer k?”

I love how sensitive he’s being to my needs but I can’t help feeling a little bit disappointed that he won’t let me join in on the fun – that is until he slips my big toe inside his mouth and proceeds to suck on it like he would a with a popsicle.

My eyes fly wide open to see him sat on his knees holding my right foot to his mouth, greedily gobbling on my manicured toe. He hungrily looks at my dripping wet centre with wonderment and awe before opening me up wider to get a better look.

His eyes drink in my womanhood, but his mouth never loses suction on my toes. I watch him intently massage some strawberry oil into my dainty feet, left foot first followed sensually by the right. Once again my toes are in his mouth…

 “Oooooo ahhhhhhh I-I shiiiiitttttttttttt,” this man is actually going to make me cum from a toe suck?

My walls contract and tingle with each suck, eyes rolling to the back of my head – he’s going to make me blind he’s working his mouth so d.amn good.

He throws my legs over his shoulders and uh hellllllooooooooooooo.

I feel his mouth clamp over my now swollen bud and my head falls back, deeper into the black pillows that have been supporting me all this time. He’s slurping and sucking on my swollen nub so hard I actually see stars.

 “Ooooooo mmmmmmm girrrrrrrllllll yoooooouuuuu taste diiiiiviiiiiinnnneeeeee.”

My hips buck and thrash wildly into his awaiting mouth; his nose tickles my pubic hair as he buries his face even further.

“Mmmmmmmm you should taste this old man.”

For a second I actually forgot that there was someone else in the room. He’s sexing me so good with his mouth and tongue, that I actually see stars, sh!t at this moment the Milky Way is flashing before my very eyes. His tongue starts to repeatedly stab at my centre causing me to yank and pull on his thick curly hair, “Uh yeahhhhhhhh yesssssssss ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmm.”

I feel a long thick finger slip inside and like a crazy woman on the edge; I violently arch my back upwards off the bed. I definitely think I’ve just done some lasting damage to a vertebrae or two but I hold this position giving his free hand better access to my breasts.

“Not bad for a rookie,” Lover 2 chuckles standing at the edge of the bed trying to get himself a better look. His thick penis is still inside his palm, he tugs at it whilst checking out what Lover 1 is doing.

I feel his soft tongue poke through my opening and once again I cry out from the immense amount of pleasure he’s inflicting upon me, “Yessssssssssssssssss ssssssssssssssssssssssshitttttttttttttttt ohgodohgodohgod.”

“God can’t help you tonight sweetheart,” Lover 2 states in a matter of fact tone whilst still sporting that wicked grin of his.

“Urggggggggggghhhhhhh,” is my only reply.

“I think you’re ready for me sweetie,” I hear Lover 1 say patting my entrance for good measure before breaking away altogether.

“Noooooooooooooooooooo,” I cry out not wanting him to end his wonderful sweet torture, but within seconds I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS,” when he impales my with his magnificent nine incher.  

 Ohmagodohmagodohmagodohmagod, my mind screams over and over at his length and girth which is stretching me to the max.

He feels so delicious and when he pulls out of me, his veins massage my inner lips stretching me wider and I’m quite literally b.u.r.n.i.n.g.u.p.

His pins my arms above my head and with every downward stroke he lays on me, my eyes roll to the back of my head just that little bit further…  its official yes I’m most definitively going to need a seeing-eye dog once this night is over and done with.

He places his hands either side of my head and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist forcing him to go deeper, willing him to kiss me.

 “Uhhhh you feel sooo wet sweeeeetiiee mmmmm, so tiggggggghhttttt.” He continues to pound into me whilst whispering his pleasure into my ear.

God he feels so good. The way he’s driving into me is literally taking my breath away. I pant, moan and thrash wildly against his thrusts. I can tell I’m minutes away from my release the way my walls spasm and clench repeatedly at his shaft. And from the way he’s contorting his face, into ugly-beautiful sex faces, I can tell he’s close to the edge too.

“Uhhhh yeah uhhhh urgggggg mmmmm,” he grunts profusely into my ear in between kissing my mouth and sucking on my tongue.

I claw at his back digging my nails deeply into his skin, he groans with pleasure, so I do it again. He’s pumping into me like a fiend, hell bent on giving me what I crave, what I desire so much – my release.

“Tha feel good b-babbbbbyyyy?” He asks breathlessly. 

Ohmygodyesitfeelssogoodlover my mind is saying like a mantra over and over and over…

I unhook my legs from around his waist and manage to throw one leg over his shoulder deepening the penetration – f.uck me, my cervix is taking a right bashing! But it feels oh so good, so much so that I feel that familiar ball of fire start to build inside the pit of my stomach as he continues to rock and thrust me into a divine state of bliss.

“Yes yes yes yes yessssssssssssssssssssssss,” I cry out when I feel my walls start to clamp down on his shaft with such force it actually stills his thrusting.

“Aaaaaargggggg don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstooooooppppppppp,” I moan over and over pulling and tearing at his back for him to continue with his wonderful torturous stabbing of my lady parts.

“Sh!t boy you’re giving it to her good,” somewhere in the room the voice of Lover 2 resonates with a chuckle.

“YES.HE.IS.AND.DON’T.YOU.DARE.STOP!” I scream at the top of my lungs, still clawing at his back as my orgasm grips its firm hold over my body and I scream with delight.

 “Urggggggggggggg,” he breathes into my neck and I feel his thick, hot seed pumping out quickly inside my walls, managing to take my breath away when I feel it spurt against my cervix.

We’re panting like crazy, we’re coated in each other’s sweat and I’m drunk with desire. This sexy boy/man is driving me wild; I just wish we could stay like this forever – with him buried deep inside my body.

  

Our panting finally subsides into shallow breathing and before I can come down from my sex-induced high, Lover 2 has made an appearance on top of the bed.

“Mmmmmm my turn.”

My eyes flicker open to see his pale translucent skin compliment my dark brown tone as he hovers above me on all fours.

“You ready for a REAL man Leila?”

Well if what I just experienced weren’t no damn real man then I definitely ain’t ready for you Mister!

Ooops I hope I didn’t say that out loud.

“Am I a f.ucking mind reader? Are you gon’ answer the question or not?” He spits out.

I nod my head “Yes” letting him know I’m ready even if my brain is telling me to bolt off of the bed and run for cover. I sincerely doubt he’s going to be as sweet as Lover 1, from his tone of voice alone I would say he’ll be more of a dominating lover.

But how could I leave now? This beautiful, angelic looking man has a cast a spell over me and my body is refusing to give in to my minds woeful fears.

And thank f.uck for that because him licking the sweat from my stomach right now is hitting all the right nerves… he’s actually giving me goosebumps.

I feel his hot tongue flicker back and forth over my belly button as he teasingly slips the tip inside letting me sample some of his “tongue tricks.”

“Mmmmm girrrrrrrrrl you taste like cherries and heaven,” he breathes against my hot, sticky skin making my juices overflow for the millionth time tonight.

“I wish I could’ve popped your cherry,” I hear him cackle as he sucks eagerly on one of my nipples.

His semi-dirty talk has every cell in my body exploding with desire; I crave his touch, I yearn for his kiss.

His hands squeeze my breasts, pushing them together and hungrily sucking and biting on my nipples like a mad man.

“You like that baby? You like me biting your titties?”

“Ohgodyessssssss,” I sigh. His tongue continues to make love to my body, circling my flesh over and over as his hands fondle and caress my inner thighs. With one of his hands he runs the back of it up and down my inner thigh teasing me with his feather weight touches.

I whimper beneath his touch. He’s electric, he’s magnificent, his body so powerful looking that he actually intimidates the beejesus out of me. But I still want him.

I feel his warm breath tickling my neck when he leans closer to my ear and whispers, “I wonder if this tastes like cherries,” and as soon as he says “this” he forces two long fingers inside my soaking wet core.

“Ooooooooo arrrrggggggggggg,” my breath catches in the back of my throat when he twists and turns his index and forefinger hitting every possible spot he can. After a few more thrusts I watch in awe as he pulls his digits out of my p.ussy and brings them up to his lips for a taste.

“Yep, just like I suspected…. Mmmm cherries,” and proceeds to lick and suck on his fingers like they were coated in treacle or honey.

I lick my lips slowly as I watch him feast on my scent, is it wrong for me to admit I want a taste too?

His perfectly shaped eyebrows slowly arch upwards and I watch him contemplate his next move.

“Please kiss me,” my mind begs.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply, the butterflies in the pit of my stomach flap about wildly – this man is such a turn on and his translucent skin feels like velvet to my touch. He’s definitely like a good bottle of vintage Merlot – tastes better with age and I can vouch for that when he captures my lips in the most sensuous kiss of my life.

He slowly begins his sweet torture on my mouth by running his tongue slowly over my lips – first my top one and then by bottom one. I hear myself groaning from imagining what his tongue will feel like on other parts of my body, Lord he’s so sexy.

He captures my bottom lip between his teeth and begins to nibble hungrily on it. I feel his smooth tongue poke and prod at my mouth until I’ve granted him enough access to engage us in a battle of delicious French kissing.

His hands wander all over my body, they’re much more calloused and rougher compared to Lover 1’s hands – time has definitely moulded them into what they are now.

I feel one of his rugged hands part my legs then slowly it begins to make its way towards my sweet spot.

“Mmmmm you’re so wet Leila.... like the Amazon.”

He chuckles at his little joke and I gulp with anticipation. His long fingers flick back and forth over my entrance before he decides to run his index finger the entire length of my slit and my juices over flow.

I part my legs that little bit further with hope that he’ll quit teasing me and give me what I want, what I crave. His perfectly plucked eyebrow arches with cockiness and he sports a sh!t eating grin before plunging a long, thick digit inside….

“Oooooo mmmmm yesssssssssssssss,” I hiss with delight.

Involuntarily my ass bucks up off the bed into his thrusting hand and I squeal with pleasure.   

“You like being finger-f.ucked gurrrrl?”

Like? I absolutely LOVE it!

“Ooooo yessssss go deeper aaaaagggg—“

Before I can finish he’s already rammed another finger inside – and I mean deep inside, so deep in fact, I think he’s gonna massage my tonsils.

My eyeballs practically do a 360 degree turn in my head when I feel him twisting and turning at my insides like he’s unscrewing a bottle top or something.

With my eyes still shut I feel his warm breath blowing cool air against my pert nipples before he hungrily gobbles one up inside his hot mouth, his tongue ruthlessly flicking at my hardened flesh whilst his fingers continue to f.uck me hard and fast.

Not content with just having two fingers buried inside me, I yelp when he inserts a third, filling me up completely.

My brown eyes fly open when he manages to find my spot….

 “Aaaaaaaarrrggggg oh.my.god.yessssssssss…. urgh…. Keep doing that….”

His face contorts from concentration and I watch through lust filled eyes as his beautiful brows hitch up and down as he bites and licks at his lips.

“Is that your spot gurrrrrl,” he purrs against my ear when he elicits a certain reaction from me that I’m sure the entire population of Alaska can hear.

He chuckles against my nipple and smirks at me when I finally open my eyes and then the beautiful b.astard presses it again…

“I guess that’s a yes.”

 “Yesssssss, yessssssssss, yessssssss ohgodyesssssssssssss,” I cry out.

“Mmm I thought so.”

To say this man was an expert at finger fucking would be a gross understatement of the century. I actually think that if this was an Olympic event he’d be sure to win gold – that’s how good he is!

But before I can ride out the spine tingling orgasm his fingers are bestowing upon me, the bastard flips me over and without any warning rams his entire length inside my burning hot center which has me squealing like a pig at a hog roast.

I bite down on the black satin covered pillow as tears spring to my eyes. Ruthlessly he pounds into me, the bed creaks loudly, the sound of our juices inter mingling and squelching as he grunts and groans unashamed into my ear. He doesn’t let up on me, not for one minute and before long the pain subsides and I begin to enjoy the long stroking of his cock against my inner walls.

He grips the back of my hands squeezing the living daylights out of them when his thrusting becomes even more ruthless than before. I tilt my head to the side to see Lover 1’s eyes wide open lapping up every minute of his nemesis’ torture of my lady parts.

His thick cock twitches inside his palm and each time he strokes upwards I see the bulging veins at the base of his shaft throb and pulsate. I want him. I want to taste him. I want to feel his soft, velvety hardness inside my mouth when I cum.

Our eyes lock and with unspoken words I tell him to come to me. He knows full well that I want him on the bed with us, my eyes beg and plead for him and when he gets to his feet, I thank my lucky stars he can read my thoughts.

Slowly he saunters over to the edge of the bed but is wary at first to climb aboard. His eyes leave mine to loom up at Lover 2 and he simply says, “May I?” as though he was asking to take a sip of his drink or something.

“Climb aboard boy,” Lover 2 growls between grunts and before I know it, my wish has been granted and my dark, chocolate lover has brought his engorged head to my lips and like a rabid wolf I devour him as much as I possibly can in this position.

He’s kneeling in front of my face and I’m flat on my stomach with my legs spread eagled with Lover 2 buried deep inside me as he hovers above my back, so to say it is nearly impossible to gobble up all of his wonderfulness is a huge understatement. But you know what? I give it my best shot and before long, his moans intermingle with Lover 2’s grunts and I’m quite literally in my elements.

This has been my fantasy for so long and the fact that I’m finally living it out with these two gorgeous male specimens will keep me in an abundance of wet dreams for life.

“That’s it babyyyyy, oooo girl mmm right there, suck it… lick it right thereeeeeee….”

“Fuuuuuck you’re so tight… mmmm so wettttt….”

“Yesssssss poke your tongue right there… Ooooo…. Ahhhhhh… suck it like you mean it gurrrrll….”

“Mmmmm ahhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh...”

Our cries of pleasure echo off every wall inside this dungeon of pleasure.

Thirty minutes later and 3? No make that 4 orgasms later, we’ve now switched positions so that I’m riding my chocolate hunny reverse cowgirl whilst my pale white God is stood on the bed so that I can demonstrate my tongue skills for him across his length. 

The taste of my juices coating his shaft only heightens my arousal. But whereas Lover 1 let me set the pace of his blow job, Lover 2 like his ruthless fucking, insists on pushing his entire length into my mouth whether I’m ready for it or not.

His fists tangle and knot in my hair and with each thrust of his hips; his grip tightens on my locks as he greedily tries to force himself deeper inside my throat.

With any other man I’d probably be biting his thing off, but with him, I want him to be rough.

Lover 1 is the ying and Lover 2 the yang. Good Vs. Bad… and I love it, just how I wanted it.

I ride Lover 1 with such vigour and by the sound of his moaning, I’m pretty sure he’s close to blowing his load. He caresses my bottom with his large, soft hands and every now and then he inches closer and closer to my “other hole “clearly unsure whether or not to enter it. But when I feel him inch towards it again, I reach back and position his fingers just outside my entrance, silently letting him know I want to feel his fingers inside me.

At first I feel him pull away but then I feel those fingers back at my entrance, wetter than before as he proceeds to take me to new heights.

When I feel his long slender fingers twist and turn inside me, immediately my walls inside my vagina grip and tighten around his member and it takes all of my will not to bite down on the work of art that is steadily deep throating me.

I look up to Lover 2 and beg him with my eyes to let me cum (like I had done so many times before as part of the rules) and with a nod of his head I feel my insides explode as a wave of euphoria washes over me, giving me the best orgasm of my young life.

*Three hours later*

My mother used to tell me that “too much of something was never a good thing.” Well clearly she’d never experienced what I had experienced.

I admit it, I couldn’t get enough of them and it seemed that they couldn’t of me. I’d lost count of the amount of times they’d made me cum. I’d been screwed in positions I never knew existed and my body had been taken to such immense euphoric heights that when I finally crash down to Earth, I know it’ll be with a bang.

Did we eventually have a three way? Well I’ll let you be the judge of that, but seriously after reading all of this what do you think?

I know I’m going to be aching like a b!tch when I eventually have to get up, but the pleasure and the pain was so worth it. In fact, I never want this night to end. And laying here right now with my chocolate baby’s head on my stomach and my pale god resting on my chest only solidifies this thought. I continue to ponder about tonight’s shenanigans, relieving them in my head until Lover 2 breaks the silence.

“So Leila,” he says in a soft voice I’ve not yet heard him speak in, “remind us of the final rule again?”

I chuckle silently to myself knowing full well what it is before saying, “I have to choose who the best lover was.”

“That’s right girl, and?”

They both shift their weight so they’re now gazing straight at me and I think it’s kinda funny how they both look so anxious to hear my decision.

“Well,” I start, “you were both amazing. I’m afraid there’s no way I can choose.”

Immediately Lover 1 looks upset, whilst Lover 2 looks pissed. I think deep down Lover 1 had something to prove to his older counter-part and I feel quite bad about bruising his young ego and even though Lover 2 looks mad as hell, there’s no way I can choose.

I explain to them that they are both unique. You see the two things Lover 1 has over Lover 2 is stamina and energy. Not once did he lose pace, nope he was eager to bang my brains out. 

But then I explain that Lover 2 knew exactly what he was doing and where to do it. He had a knack of finding my spots and was a master of prolonging his orgasms.

“And that’s why I can’t choose…” I finally say.

They both look at each with those wicked smirks on their faces seemingly happy with my explanation for my unwillingness to follow the rule. But before they can say it, I blurt out, “of course if you’re displeased with my non cooperation of the final rule… you could always punish me…”

And before I know it, once again I’m on all fours - doggy style (my favourite position) and having the time of my life...

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