Designated Cock

It starts with J’s mouth on mine. He kisses dif­fer­ently from what I’m used to — no slow meld­ing of mouths here. His tongue moves like quick­sil­ver, his lips explode against mine, and I’m run­ning to keep up with him. My hands find his cock, already hard for me, then the door behind us open and she comes in, stat­uesque and naked except for her strap on cock.

It’s an inter­est­ing sce­nario that has brought us all together — each with their par­tic­u­lar inter­ests, com­ing together only to get their par­tic­u­lar itch scratched. She comes up behind J, watch­ing me over his shoul­der as he leaves bite marks across my breasts. She doesn’t say any­thing. She doesn’t need to. Silence reigns over us, bro­ken only by the noise bod­ies make com­ing together — the slap of skin on skin. Still watch­ing me, she bites into the meat of J’s shoul­der. His mouth opens in a silent cry, the sound all but muf­fled against my flesh.

He pushes me onto my back, bend­ing my legs back, fold­ing me in half as the head of his cock rubs across my wet slit, before mov­ing fur­ther back. He pushes into me, rough,sure, and unyield­ing in my ass as she lubes up, ready to mir­ror his moments behind him. I can feel the power of her thrust into him, her cock push­ing into him push­ing him deeper into me. Their com­bined weight upon me, dri­ving me into the mat­tress — it feels like I’m being dou­bly fucked by both of them. It’s twice the raw power, twice the vio­lence, twice the lust. She fucks him furi­ously, work­ing her cock into him with­out mercy, like he’s just a thing to her, a recep­ta­cle for her cock, a place to spill her seed and lit­tle more. She’s prac­ti­cally silent, only the lit­tle growls and snarls escap­ing her tightly clenched lips reveal her actions. J moans against me, his cock trapped inside me as she fucks us both and we try not to come.

My body spasms as the orgasm threat­ens, my mind wan­der­ing into other sce­nar­ios, won­der­ing what it would feel like if there was some­one fuck­ing her while she fucked him fuck­ing me. Would the power and the fury of the sex be mul­ti­plied expo­nen­tially? The edge comes up fast for me, and I’m beg­ging her to let me come, know­ing how much harder my orgasm will make it for him who is not allowed to come, not yet. She grants me my orgasm, smil­ing cru­elly as J’s eyes roll back into his head and he bites his lower lip sav­agely to fight off the feel­ing of my ass clamp­ing down around his cock as my empty cunt spasms in my own ago­nies of pleasure.

I can never tell whether or not she comes. It’s part of her con­trol over both of us, mak­ing us feel base and infe­rior as we give in to our own plea­sures while she suc­cess­fully mas­ters her own. I’d feel sorry for her if I wasn’t so ter­ri­fied of what she might do if she ever sus­pected. She with­draws from him, pant­ing heav­ily, but the heavy breath­ing the only sign that she’s not 100% in con­trol of the sit­u­a­tion. Her cock glis­ten­ing in the light of the room, she orches­trates and orders us into the next sce­nario she’s planned — two , soon to be three dolls in a tableaux of her making.

The next part is my least favorite, because I know it will leave me sense­less, a slave to my own plea­sure, beg­ging at the feet of my cruel mis­tress for another orgasm. J applies the head of the Hitachi to the swollen lips of my sex, push­ing force­fully, because every moment it takes me to come means another stoke of her whip for him. I feel for him, each cry and gasp as leather cuts into the ten­der flesh of his back, but I know it will make my orgasm fast and hur­ried, leav­ing me, in the after­math, only want­ing more. He buries the vibra­tor between my lips, almost pen­e­trat­ing me with it and over­whelmed, I scream, sob­bing and cry­ing, com­ing under her con­trol, but only the one time.

I wouldn’t mind it nearly so much if I was allowed to par­tic­i­pate in the next stage of her game, but it’s the watch­ing that really both­ers me the most. Hav­ing to spec­tate on the side­lines as she brings in her new toy, a tasty piece of man­meat, and allows J to seek his release in the sweet tight­ness of her toy’s ass. The throb­bing between my legs wouldn’t be nearly as bad if I was allowed to take a cock into my mouth, to taste someone’s seed on my tongue. Being cast aside as one of her dis­carded toys makes my pussy throb, and her bored glance over my spread body knows every nuance of what she’s putting me through.

I won­der again, and def­i­nitely not for the last time, why I put myself through this. I really need, I think to myself, to get a des­ig­nated cock to have when­ever I want.

J’s hips pis­ton as he pumps into that tight ass, they both groan as she grants them per­mis­sion to orgasm, the boy­toy com­ing in a tall slen­der glass that I won’t be allowed to drink. She walks over to me, stand­ing tall and beau­ti­ful over my prone form, her eyes beau­ti­ful and cruel as they take me in. A smile tight­ens the cor­ners of her lips as she downs the glass of warm come over my whim­pered protests, the only sign she’s heard me. the toe of her shiny shoe grind­ing into the slutty wet­ness of my cunt. It’s fuck­ing per­fec­tion, absolute bliss.