Back in our apartment after that charged dinner, my skin prickled under the tight black dress. Heart hammering like a drum in my chest. Caroline, my ‘man’ tonight in her slick suit, poured champagne with a smirk. Simon lounged opposite, eyes devouring my exposed garters as she hiked my skirt. Pulse thundering in my ears. Her lips crashed into mine, hot and demanding. ‘Suck me,’ she growled.
Kneeling between her thighs, ass arched high for Simon’s gaze. Fingers trembling, I unzipped her pants. The kangaroo pouch slipped down, revealing her strapped-on dildo, veiny and real-looking, balls dangling. Her pussy scent hit me, musky and wet. I licked the shaft through fabric first, then engulfed it. Tongue swirling, mimicking her usual blowjobs on me. Her juices dripped; I fingered her clit. She bucked, cumming hard, flooding my hand.
The Fever
Simon stripped his pants, cock springing free—long, thin, throbbing. Real flesh, pulsing veins. I shifted, mouth watering despite the fear twisting my gut. Wrapped lips around him. Salty pre-cum coated my tongue. Not bad. Better than expected. Bobbing deep, gagging slightly, his hands fisting my wig. Heart racing faster, cock straining against the flesh-toned lycra string, painfully confined.
Caroline knelt behind. Zipper rasped down. Dress pooled at my waist. Strings yanked aside. My shaved cock sprang free, rock-hard. Her tongue probed my hole—wet, insistent circles. Relaxing me, opening me. Then her dildo pressed in, slick with lube. Slow thrust, filling me deep. No pain, just stretch and heat. Prostate igniting sparks up my spine.
‘Take her,’ Caroline panted to Simon. On all fours now, ass up, presented like a bitch in heat. His condom-sheathed cock nudged my ring. Pushed in. Burning stretch, then fullness unlike the toy. Alive, twitching inside me. Balls slapping my smooth cheeks as he gripped my garters, yanking me back. Sweat beaded on my skin, dripping hot. Heart pounding wild, vision blurring.
The Blaze
Caroline slid under, sucking my cock hungrily. Simon paused; she directed. She flipped to doggy ahead, ass spread. ‘Fuck me too.’ I slammed into her tight hole, mirroring his rhythm in mine. Three bodies syncing—thrust, withdraw, pound. Sweat-slick skin slapping. My pulse a roar. Urgency building, primal.
Simon growled, flooding his condom deep in my ass. Triggered me—I exploded into Caroline’s bowels, ropes of cum pulsing. She screamed, clenching around me, cumming violently.
Collapsed in a heap, skin fever-hot, chests heaving. Simon pulled out, a wet pop. Cum leaked from me. Caroline’s bandage unwound, tits spilling free. Shower steam later, washing away makeup, lingerie. Back to ourselves, but changed. She watched me 69 Simon next, fingering herself to orgasm—voyeur thrill in her eyes. Fucked her tender after, then him soft and slow. Lips sore from cock.
Skin still tingling hours later. Pulse settled, but embers glowed. Learned cocks beat toys—warm, throbbing possession. Love women most, but this raw edge? Addictive. Nature’s design holds, yet fantasies burn bright. No regrets, just hunger for more.