- Not!
- But...
- Not! In no case!
- But you...
- Not!
"You don't even know what it's about!"
I shuddered and took a breath. Oksana laughed, looking at me.
- No strangers in our relationship!
- BUT...
"Even if it's Stephen Amell, it's still not!"
— Stephen Amell? Why Stephen Amell?
I myself did not know where Stephen Amell had jumped out of me, so I kept silent.
“Do you want Stephen Amell?” Oksana asked.
- Not! I don't want men at all!
But why did you name him?
“I just said the first thing that came to mind.
“I mean… okay, okay, I get it!” Forget Stephen Amell!
And about everyone else too!
- About everyone?
- Listen! I know that in the past I have repeatedly refused something that I should have tried ...
And not two, not three! How much did I have to persuade you to try hot wax ?!
“You always looked at my erection when you wanted to know if I liked anything you actually do. So: from such conversations, she disappears from me ...
— Dasha. I was talking about my friend Dasha, and not about some guy.
“Yes… sha?”
- Does your erection have anything against the second girl in bed?
Oksana managed to surprise me: when I heard about a threesome, for some reason I immediately thought about MZHM and panicked. About the fact that we can talk about a woman, I had no idea. However, her patience ran out on this, so I thought about this proposal already with a gag in my mouth, under the blows of the belt.
Dasha was one of Oksana's femdom friends. She did not have a permanent relationship, although the candidates were not transferred. Oksana said that the guys can not stand her fiery temperament. It was a little frightening, but... I remembered her long legs, on which my eyes constantly moved down during our rare intersections with her. Then I remembered her embossed tummy, which I saw one summer under the narrow ribbon of the topic. Then I remembered how she speaks - lazily, drawling words, but so erotic ...
Oksana had not yet finished spanking me when I already realized that I agreed to her proposal.
...
“Only, today, probably, without your orgasm, my love.” This is not a punishment, it's just... Dasha usually does not allow her men to cum, and today you will be her man too, and I cannot make such a decision alone. You'll get yours, but later! Just please our guest, and then I'll pamper you. Good?
- Good.
We were waiting for Dasha. Oksana herself did not undress in advance, remaining in home clothes, but she completely undressed me and inserted an anal plug into me. Handcuffs, after long hesitation, she did not put on me. Now we lay on the bed and hugged. I saw that Oksana was worried.
- If she orders you to do something - do it, do not look at me and do not wait for my permission. If I don't like something, I'll intervene myself. In the most extreme case, you have a safe word, she knows it.
“Don't worry so much,” I said, carefully stroking Oksana's back. She's not a monster, really.
- How to say! Oksana sighed. One of her boyfriends ran away from her to another country.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Oksana ran to open it, and I, thinking, knelt next to the bed. After a few minutes of waiting, the girls returned to the room.
Oh, you're already on your knees! Excellent! Dasha noted.
- Well done! Oksana whispered with her lips from behind her back.
The first thing that caught my eye was Dasha's slender legs, shod in colorful sandals and slightly covered with a red micro-skirt on top. Looking up, I was stunned: Dasha was wearing a black corset with spikes all over her bra. “Is she really walking down the street like that?” I thought automatically. And then he answered himself: no, of course not. There was some kind of jacket on top, and she probably went by taxi.
“I’ll go while I undress, and you’re here ...” Oksana said cheerfully and, without finishing the sentence, jumped out of the bedroom. Dasha and I made eye contact. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned down to my very face. Her bright red hair was a stark contrast to her cold blue eyes.
- Don't be afraid! Dasha whispered in my ear. - I know that you and Oksana are a little softer than I'm used to. We discussed in detail what can and cannot be done with you. I have no idea why ginger is so bad... But I'm not going to go beyond these boundaries. At least far! she added, suddenly and painfully biting my earlobe.
“Now,” she said, straightening up and kicking off her sandals, “bend over and lick my feet.” And if you look into my eyes again without permission, I will punish you!
I silently began to carry out the order. When my tongue was already rising up her shin, I saw Oksana's boobs out of the corner of my eye and slightly turned my head. Oksana stood half-dressed, leaning against the door frame, and smiled, looking at me.
...
- Not! Not this way! Dasha said when I was already tied up.
When the girls had a question “where to start?”, Dasha said that she respects our traditions and therefore wants to start with a spanking, as is customary with us. Together with Oksana, they quickly tightened the loops around my arms and legs, but something did not suit her.
- Your cock! Get up! Dasha said. I got up as best I could, not understanding what was wrong with my penis. But Oksana understood Dasha perfectly. She gently took my cock and pulled it out from under my stomach, after which she slightly pressed on my lower back, indicating that I should lower myself back. Now my cock and balls lay between my thighs. It was strange, slightly uncomfortable, and worst of all, they were now completely open to being hit. I became uncomfortable.
Oksana offered Dasha our devices, but Dasha brought her flogger with her. At the first glance at it, I felt a slight disappointment - it did not differ much from our whip. Experience has shown me how wrong I was. The first blow made me scream. The flogger turned out to be tough and gave completely, not at all the same sensations as a gentle whip. It still didn't hurt as much as the rod, but perhaps more powerful than the stack. In addition, Dasha clearly did not hold back in her blows.
- Ahhhhhhhhh! I groaned at the second blow, still expressive, less loud now. Dasha beat slowly, either giving me time to get used to, or trying to enjoy my every twitch and sound.
— Ohohoy! - even quieter from the third. — Rrahr! Whoa! AYAY!
Dasha didn't do it on purpose, but sometimes, when struck, one or two of the flogger's tails bounced off and hit me in the balls, and even on the base of the penis. However, she deliberately placed my genitals in such a vulnerable area, so there was definitely a malicious intent. Every time this happened, my heart skipped a beat. However, I quickly became convinced that it was not as painful as it seemed.
— Ahhhh! Orrhg! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
Dasha began to go around the bed, going to process my ass on the other side. During this momentary respite, I turned my head to see what Oksana was doing - and saw her taking off her panties.
The beating continued: Dasha lowered the flogger, I screamed, my balls shrunk from accidental hits on them. Oksana, who was sitting in an armchair, bit her lip and looked from me to Dasha and back. Her right hand clutched her own nipple, and her left moved aggressively between her parted legs.
This gave me self-confidence, and my unnaturally curved member began to fill with additional strength. I almost stopped screaming and Dasha, apparently, did not like it. So suddenly the next blow landed on my heel, making me howl and twitch (more from surprise than from pain, though). Then on the other heel. Then under the knees.
Melodious groans were heard from the side. Oksana finished watching me squirming under the whip of her friend.
...
I again knelt in front of two beauties, this time still handcuffed, and sucked on a strap-on. Oksana took it out to hand it to Dasha, and meanwhile decided to show her what I can do. She held the strap-on in one hand and ruffled my hair with the other while I swallowed and licked the plastic toy, pretending to like it, and peering sideways between the dangling harness straps for the reaction of women.
Dasha looked disappointed. Unbuttoning and dropping her skirt to the floor, she turned to my beloved:
— Listen, Oksana! He can do more... and deeper. Are you sure you don't want to give him to me as an apprentice? At least not for long?
I pricked up my ears.
- Yes I'm sure. Oksana calmly answered, not looking at her, and Dasha did not return to this anymore.
The pre-inserted anal plug (a size larger, as Oksana later admitted to me - then I didn’t even notice it out of excitement) played its role perfectly well and Dasha had no problems penetrating me. Contrary to my fears, Dasha was not rude in strapon sex, although she was passionate. I would even call her tender in some sense; at any rate, she wasn't pointlessly pounding my ass, she was adjusting to my body's reactions.
Perhaps with a new partner, a pose on all fours would have been more suitable, but my hands were cuffed and I was lying on my stomach. By the way, Dasha again insisted that my balls and penis lie as if spanking. She herself hung over me, almost with every friction digging into my back with the spikes of her corset. It turned out to be unexpectedly pleasant, and soon I was moaning in rhythm with her movements.
Oksana was sitting in front of me, spreading her legs and my head was between her thighs. I was supposed to lick her, but in fact nothing worked. Deep penetrations of the strap-on into my ass, pricks of thorns, my own moans, rare shouts of Dasha - all this was very disturbing, and at best I ran my tongue over Oksana's clitoris once every half a minute when I thought about it. Oksana did not insist and just stroked my head. Today she was a kind policeman and tenderly admired my facial expressions when Dasha began to shake her hips.
Stopping, but not leaving me, Dasha felt my cock with her hand. Having squeezed the balls pleasantly several times, she grabbed him and began to move her hand - without changing, however, his strange position. I felt that my prostate gland was puzzled by what was happening.
- He still does not know how to finish anally! Oksana said cheerfully, looking at this. I snorted in displeasure: the unattainable anal orgasm was the Achilles' heel of my vanity. But Dasha's hand sharply tightened around my penis so that her nails dug into it and I stopped sniffing, muffled yuknuv.
- This is good. He doesn't have to finish! Dasha answered ambiguously, starting her movement again. I buried my face deeper between Oksana's legs and tried to relax.
...
Having unfastened the handcuffs, but insisting that the butt plug come back into my tired ass, Dasha told me to take off her panties. "What's the catch?" I thought, out of caution not raising my eyes above her navel and slowly touching her. After a couple of seconds, unable to catch me on this, she clarified:
- Teeth.
I got down to business. Fortunately, she did not interfere with me, rather, she even helped, carefully turning around her axis and freeing one graceful leg after another, until the panties remained in my teeth. I held them by the very edge, and it seems that this annoyed her. Taking them from me, she quickly rolled them into a ball and looked at me intently. I felt that in a moment this gag would be in my mouth. Oksana moved uneasily nearby and Dasha changed her mind, straightening her panties back and hanging them on the bedpost.
- Come to bed! - said Oksana - I really want to fuck!
...
I lay face up on the bed as usual, tied by the arms and legs, and the girls settled on top. Oksana confidently, with one movement, sat on my penis. Dasha much less confidently, yelling and holding her hands, sank down on my face with her back forward.
Oksana rhythmically, but slowly, moved on my penis, and I licked Dasha. Her taste was very different from Oksana's, although it was also pleasant. These unusual sensations were a little confusing. Moreover, Dasha was constantly moving. Her ass all the time crawled across my face in a horizontal plane, and sometimes in a vertical one. My tongue either chased the elusive clitoris in all four directions, or was forced to follow it up at the limit of its capabilities. And when Dasha went down, my mouth was just clamped. I was so focused on not losing contact with her that I completely ignored the sounds from above. And, only when I got used to it a little, I suddenly asked myself: what, in fact, are these sounds?
Oksana and Dasha were kissing. They sucked each other deeply and passionately, moaning and moaning as I lay down to please them. I suddenly realized that during the spanking, Oksana was masturbating not only for me. This thought shocked me, my first impulse was to shake off Dasha and say the safe word. My tongue began to tangle and Dasha twirled her ass with displeasure. At that moment, when I was ready to finish everything, I suddenly realized that no one was deceiving me. Oksana never claimed that she would not have sex with Dasha. On the contrary, discussing this situation with me, she always said "we will fuck." It is unlikely that she even expected that I could understand it differently. I caught Dasha's clitoris with my tongue and continued to lick. I deceived myself. Not enough to spoil everyone's fun because of this.
Member, I felt that Oksana leaned over and saw her hands unfasten Dasha's corset. The corset fell down, spiked on my stomach. Oksana did not straighten up, and Dasha moaned lingeringly, resting her hands on the headboard, and I realized that my girlfriend was licking her breasts. I gasped with excitement and jealousy. In spite of everything, I really wanted to at least see it, but I only saw Dasha's tanned back and this annoyed me separately. Then I felt that Oksana's left hand lay on my chest. Her fingers found my nipple and began to twist and scratch it. Feeling that Oksana did not forget about me, I calmed down and went about my business.
Dasha finished first. With loud cries, trembling all over, she temporarily clamped her ass to my mouth, but also to my nose. Oksana's hands lay on Dasha's shoulders. In less than a minute, she also finished. I first felt a member of the tectonic tremors of her orgasm, and only then heard a groan. The orgasms were strong, but short, and soon both women got up from me in sync. I furtively caught my breath.
Dasha threw aside her corset. Then she and Oksana looked at each other, at me, and said in unison:
- We are changing!
Oksana stood at the head of the bed, I looked up and met her loving gaze. But at that moment, I suddenly felt that Dasha ... was sucking my dick and looked at her in surprise. After a few seconds of blowjob, Dasha lightly bit my cock (not hard, but more painful than Oksana had ever done) and looked up. But she looked not at me, but at her.
- You're delicious! she said playfully and licked her lips.
I wanted to be indignant, but literally lost the power of speech. Oksana has already knelt over my head.
- And you? she asked lustfully, sinking into my face.
- You'll find out soon! Dasha promised contentedly, sitting down on my penis. - Oh, great!
...
While Oksana was untying the loops on my arms and legs, Dasha found out from her where the collar with the leash was and went after them. After fastening the collar on me, she attached a leash to it and tied it to the bedpost - the one on which her panties hung. I found myself limited in my movements to a quarter of a bed at best. I didn't immediately understand why. I only guessed when Dasha put her hands on Oksana's boobs and gently pushed her onto the bed.
The sound of kissing filled the room again. The girls' hands groped over each other's bodies, their legs intertwined. When Oksana began to lick Dasha's small firm breasts, I remembered my thoughtless desire to look at this and regretted it. Although the spectacle was very exciting, the impossibility of participation caused painful jealousy. Who would have thought that my most painful experience today would not be a flogger or a spiked corset?
Neither Dasha nor, which is much more offensive, Oksana did not even look at me, enjoying each other. When Dasha imperiously dug the fingers of her graceful hand into my girlfriend's buttocks, my hands clenched into fists. When she threw her long leg over her, my knees trembled. When she, turning to me with her taut ass and without letting go of Oksana's left boob from her mouth, entered her with her fingers, I realized that I had pulled the leash to the limit and the collar had already begun to choke me. Despite my jealousy, I was very aroused and tempted to start masturbating. Nobody forbade me to do this, and my hands were free. In the end, Oksana did not hesitate to do this when Dasha spanked me, why should I? But something kept me from it...
When Oksana lay on her stomach and began to lick the sitting Dasha, the temptation became unbearable. I rarely managed to look at my beloved from this angle: from behind and from above. Appetizing legs, curvy ass and curly back competed for my attention, and I was salivating. At the same time, jealousy also reached its peak. My girlfriend was performing oral sex on another woman right in front of me while I sat and watched. All this did not fit in my head, I was hot with lust and envy at the same time, and I did not know whether I should shout the stop word, or ...
My hand was already reaching for the cock when I saw Dasha's mocking look. From the way she looked down on me, I realized that this is exactly what she expects from me. "Let's!" - said her eyes and a cold smile - “Enjoy as much as you can, while your Oksana will give me real pleasure. You can't join us. But you can play with my panties!” It sobered me up. I removed my hand from the penis and began to look for another way out.
As soon as I was distracted from my emotions, the decision caught my eye. Starting to lick, Oksana lay down diagonally across the bed and now I, although with difficulty, could get to her. I pulled the leash to the limit and that was enough to take Oksana by the ankle of her right leg and lift her up. Without ceasing to lick, Oksana moaned contentedly, and her left leg began to move, unmistakably finding my penis and balls with her foot, and resting on them. Encouraged by this, I plunged the toes of her right foot into my mouth and began to suck them, brazenly looking straight into Dasha's eyes. To my surprise, her smile warmed up - however, perhaps it was just an approaching orgasm ...
...
— Phew! Oksana said, closing the front door behind Dasha and returning to the bedroom. I haven't been this nervous since prom! I was afraid that she would offend you somehow. I was afraid that you and I would disappoint her. The whole evening is on pins and needles! But everything seems to have gone well...
I still had a picture of how Oksana licked Dasha, and she grinned, looking at me. I said nothing. Oksana caught my eye and immediately understood everything.
“Also, I was afraid that you would feel left out because I was fucking her!” she said warmly, sitting on top of me. - Don't be jealous. For me, sex with a woman is like a pie without anything. Dough, a lot of dough - rich, juicy, fragrant ... But there is no filling and there will not be. Sometimes you want to chew on such pastries, but a pie with jam will always be tastier. Especially with my favorite jam! Don't you?
I almost physically felt the pincers of jealousy unclenching, squeezing my heart, and sighed intermittently. A warm wave of calm spread through my body. Oksana gently stroked my cheek.
- I'm not like that. - I said.
- But as?
- For me, sex with a man is like a shit pie.
Oksana laughed and covered her face with her hands. A smartphone flickered nearby.
- This is Dasha. — said Oksana, reading the message. - Thank you for a wonderful evening. She liked everything very much. She writes that your cock is longer and your oral skills are better than most of her guys!
- It's out of courtesy! I muttered, but quite enough. What else does she write?
Oksana began to read aloud.
“And in terms of the ability to eat with his eyes, he surpassed everyone in general. In front of your boyfriend, you want to undress gradually to see his reaction to each part of the body separately.
Oksana wrinkled her nose and looked at me thoughtfully.
- And the truth. Why didn't I do this before? We must start. "...Give him an orgasm from me: he deserves it." Wow! Wow, Dasha found you worthy of an orgasm.
“Oh, well, she’s just ...” I began to show modesty, but Oksana had already pounced on me and covered my mouth with a kiss. Her lips still had a slight taste of Dasha.
- She said ... you deserve ... - Oksana said, continuing to kiss me on the lips and neck. “So you deserve it… I owe you… Orgasm… And now we… will… do it!”