The start of my comeback [M][FF] (Voyeurism, Gentle Femdom, Lesbian Sex, Exhibition, Breakfast)

This is the first part of the story about how I became the luckiest bastard in the world thanks to two of the most vivacious and carnal woman I’ve ever met. This story spans about a year and in that time I went from an awkward reclusive nerd to a confident somewhat charming nerd living with two wonderful partners. This part of the story contains some gentle female domination, voyeurism and lesbian sex that starts at the ***Sex starts here*** I wouldn’t blame you for skipping ahead. This next section is really long.

At the time my story begins I was a few years out of college and was completely lost about my life direction. I was working crappy retail jobs and just barely scraping a living while depression and mental health issues swallowed up my life until I felt utterly hopeless. On top of that I’ve never been a small person, I stand about 6’ 2” and am fairly heavy set which never really bothered me but years of eating my feelings and sitting around for long hours in front of a computer turned me from cuddly and lovable into just gross and fat.

What followed during this time were many failed attempts to get my life turned around. Therapy, diets, exercise helped but nothing worked for long and i was beginning to feel hopeless when something clicked in my brain and I actually started to make progress. I know the medication I was on had a large hand in it, but to my credit I stuck to healthy diet and learned how to cook decent meals, worked on my appearance, and worked out five days a week. (God bless my friends who dragged my ass to the gym) I was also volunteering weekly at an animal rescue, which helped tremendously with my sense of purpose. This was where I met Isabelle and god in heaven if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman I have ever seen (words really don’t due her justice but I shall endeavor to try).

When she walked in on her that day my first thought was “Holy shit, she’s a Goddess!” But what came to mind was not a demure and delicate goddess of love or fertility sitting on some plush velvet pillows and whispering soft seductive come hithers. No, what I saw was a goddess of war; Cruel and beautiful to behold, she walked with the strength and purpose of someone who could shape the world any way they pleased and would break anyone who got in their way. She had dark honey colored skin, rich brown eyes, shoulder length ebony hair and a small smirk that always seemed to be playing along the edges of her full rosy lips. Only a few inches shorter than me she moved with an effortless grace, her muscular frame powerful yet fluid under the near skin tight shirt and not quite daisy duke jean shorts she was wearing. As she approached me I met her eye and used every shred of my willpower not to let my eyes wander down to her large pillowy-soft breasts, her slender toned waist or her thick gorgeous thighs that were trying desperately to break out of her pants. Setting aside the mop I was using I opened the kennel door and smiled my most “I’m not freaking out, everything cool” smile, which was met by a “I can see right through you” shit eating grin on her part. She introduced herself in the smoky sultry voice of a jazz singer, letting me know that she was going to be working the same shift as me from now on and I was going to be her mentor until one of the supervisors got back to take over her training. I consider myself a good person but I thanked god right then and there that our supervisor had broken his leg snowboarding and I prayed it would become horribly infected. As we talked it became obvious that she had a slight accent that I couldn’t place, when asked she said that she was originally from São Paulo and had moved here to be with her girlfriend. I’d like to think that I hid my soul crushing disappointment at her sexual orientation well, but probably not. I smiled and said that I was happy she decided to come here and help out even though she was as stranger to our country. We made small talk for a bit more then she went back to finish her orientation, as she left I couldn’t help but stare at the most heavenly ass that I’ve ever seen in my life. Heart shaped and large It bounced softly, almost imperceptibly, with her movement and I immediately wished for nothing more in life than to bury my face fully into that beautiful booty for the rest of my life.

It was hard to be around such an attractive yet completely unavailable woman but over the next few weeks we talked a lot and she turned out to be an exceptional person. She was cheerful and our energy played well off each other, very physically affectionate as she began to hug me when she saw me, she never shied away from the hard work or expected special treatment and she was just fun to hang out with. We started grabbing a few beers after work, then we hung out with her girlfriend on weekends and soon we were almost inseparable. Her laugh was like music and her smirk was beyond infectious, she’d tease me relentlessly about my fake bravado and confidence saying that I was being stupid and constantly asking why I didn’t have a girlfriend yet. Even if she wasn’t a million times out of my league, knowing that she was gay should have allowed me to turn off any desire to pursue her but it only seemed to make me want her more.

I had vivid dreams of stealing her from her beloved girlfriend and ravishing her with all the pent up frustration her friendly not-quite flirting had filled me with. Shame burned me when I started day dreaming around her and I tried my best to be the consummate professional and non-lecherous friend to her (most women resented her while guys found her intimidating). I had hoped by making friends with her I could get my brain to switch from lust to friendship but the truth was I was only throwing dynamite into a simmering volcano. I decided the best thing to do was to channel all my frustration into my workouts and began to up my weight lifting and pushing myself to run farther and faster, I set new personal bests but I still ended up masturbating to the thought of her perfect body every night. Needless to say after six weeks of this I was losing my goddamn mind.

During a particularly hot week in June I was unloading feed and supplies from the back of a truck and had finally said “fuck it” and stripped off my sweaty shirt to try and alleviate some of the heat when not ten minutes later I find Isabella sitting cross legged next to the loading ramp whistling at me in mock lecherousness. I laugh and drop off two heavy bags from my shoulder into the loading bay before moving towards her “Hey Izzy, come to lend me a hand?” she smirked mischievously before commenting “Nope! I’m here trying to improve efficiency.” I scoffed “I think I’m doing a pretty good job on my own.” nodding sagely, her face was a mask of professionalism but her eyes glittered dangerously, she quipped “Oh you are. But you’re distracting the other workers” confused I cocked my head at her “I don’t take your meaning. I’m pretty sure I’m alone out here unless you count the yellow jackets” She laughed and gestured towards the side of the building with her eyes. I turned and saw two of the female volunteers standing next to the window looking very busy. I turned back to see that the smirk on her face had blossomed into full grin and a barely suppressed laugh “You’re a menace, how can any of these girls get any work done with their legs pressed so tightly together?” I flushed in embarrassment “They’re probably just working on something near the copier” She actually laughed at me this time. “Maybe twenty minutes ago, but then you took your shirt off! Look at you, cara-de-pau lit. Like you didn’t know what you were doing” I glanced back and actually caught the eye of one of the girls who was quick to look back towards her friend. “Do me a favor and put your shirt back on or I’ll have to go get a mop.” Isabella got up to leave brushing off her generous butt as she did so “Annie and I are going to clubbing tonight and you’re coming with.” I started to protest but she cut me off “That wasn’t a request. If you say you have to work out again on a Friday night I might literally die of pity. Besides, Annie agreed to wingman for you.” Sensing a pointless argument I put my shirt back on and got back to work. Isabella smacked me on the butt and called after me “Don’t be late Menino bonito!”

What followed was pretty much your standard club night, loud music, overpriced drinks, posturing overly aggressive guys and stupidly drunk people. The bright side was that I got to see Isabella in a tight red backless dress and high heels that actually brought her up to my eye level. I also got to hang out with her girlfriend, Annie. This girl was the polar opposite of Isabella, reserved and quiet she had a charming slow smile and always looked like she had just woken up from the most glorious nap. She was also petite, so short that Isabella had to lean over to kiss her. I jokingly commented that she should carry around a stool which earned me a playful swat on the arm from Annie while Isabella just picked up her giggling girlfriend and threw her over her shoulder laughing. In the street light, Annie glowed, her gentle white skin dabbled with freckles that were smooth and perfect for kissing (as Isabella constantly proved throughout the night) it made her short fiery red hair seem all that much brighter. I wanted to dislike Annie, I really did. She was in a serious relationship with the most incredible woman I’d ever known but I couldn’t. Annie radiated that gentle warmth that made you feel at home around her, she was incredibly smart but just clumsy enough to make your heart melt. I once saw her trip over her own feet and start to fall only to be caught by Isabella who turned it into a dancing dip, grabbing her leg and pulling it slowly to her side. It was such a perfect moment that I instantly booed accused them of rehearsing it. But that was just them, that was Isabella and Annie. They were so clearly in love and such good people that I couldn’t hate her, but that didn’t stop jealousy from smoldered inside me like the coals of a house fire.

True to Isabelle’s word Annie played wingman for me that night, telling me which girls were checking me out and what to say to them. It was a delightful evening of them laughing as I made a fool of myself in front of cute girls. After my second or third unsuccessful approach, I sat back miserably in our booth while Annie gave me advice on my approach. “The problem” Annie said loudly over the music “Is that you’re wound up way too tight. You look like a coiled spring.” I nodded sadly “Yeah, I can see that… but I’m not sure what to do about it. Just saying relax doesn’t do anything for me.” Annie nodded seriously “Okay, I know what to do. First think about everything you did wrong when you talked to that last girl.” I grimaced at the awkwardness “Okay…” Annie slid me a glass of bourbon she bought “Now drink.” I drained the glass coughing slightly as it burned. “How do you feel?” she asked. “Drunker” I replied. Annie nodded again. I looked at her incredulously “Wait, is that your advice? Drink more?” She laughed and grinned that slow smile of hers “Yup! Now you know the secret to approaching women. If you fail you just get another drink.” I sighed and reached for my own glass but she pulled it away “Nope! Not until you talk to another girl. The leggy blonde has been staring daggers at us for a while, mad we’re hogging up all your time.” Isabella who had been lecherously staring at her girlfriend this whole time chuckled drunkenly “She’s mad I have the prettiest girl trapped here.” her arm had been draped around Annie’s shoulders but now dropped into an embrace. Seeing where things were going, I got up and smiled back at Annie. “Okay, I’m leaving you two kids alone. But when I come back I’m going to want more of whatever you were drinking.” Annie tried to look innocent as Isabella started to nibble her neck “Trust me, you won’t be back.”

Fueled by liquid courage I left my friends to their drunk make out session and scanned the room for the blonde Annie mentioned. She was there dancing next to two gweedo guys and looking for all the world like a drunk Camaron Diaz caught in a sweaty hairy bear trap. My drunken mind came up with a brilliant plan and I approached her smiling “There you are, do you still want to dance?” A confused look passed over her face then realization and relief flooded into her as she offered up her hand for me to take. Dirty looks passed between the two guys who were tag teaming her but they said nothing as I took her towards the center of the dance floor. Club dancing has never really been one of my strong suits so I tend to gravitate towards the center where you don’t have to make a lot of big moves for fear of bumping into other people. But if I had any trepidation about my dancing this girl did not, she immediately spun around and started grinding on my lap like she had something to prove. Her body was soft and warm and I was consciously aware of how hard I was becoming in a very crowded space but at that point I was too drunk to care. After about an hour of intense close dancing in which we made out, bumped into a large speaker and she damn near gave me a handjob to completion through my pants I was actually happy that I decided to come to the club. However one of blonde girl’s friends came over blitzed out of her mind and was very clearly in a bad way. I helped carry her friend out and called them a car, giving blonde my number as she helped her friend into the car. Before she left she gave me the wildest kiss I had ever had in my life and gave my butt a gentle squeeze before rejoining her friend promising that she’d call. Watching her drive away into the night I drunkenly realized I never even got her name, as I turned back to the club Annie and Isabella were standing outside cheering and clapping at me. I laughed and gave a little bow while we made our way down the streets to their apartment. We talked about random things, Isabella saying that the clubs in Brazil were so much better and Annie talking about this one girl who was practically break-dancing on the floor with a full bottle of vodka hidden under her boobs and arguing that you couldn’t get that in Brazil. Too drunk to drive home and denied calling a taxi I was forcibly drug up to their apartment where we continued to drink and we forced Isabella to watch the Princess Bride while Annie and I drunkenly shouted movie quotes. At some point I was shown to an empty bedroom and dumped unceremoniously onto a bed with a pillow and a blanket while the girls wandered off down the hall leaning on each other for support. I’m pretty sure I heard at least one picture frame break and some Portuguese swearing but that could have been m imagination. I managed about an hours sleep before the call to nature woke me up. Drowsy and still pretty drunk I made my way down the hall into the bathroom, relieved myself then started back to my room.

***Sex starts here***

On the way back I heard a strange noise and turned to look from the pitch black hallway into the only other room. I froze as I saw through a slightly open door Isabella gorgeous body bathed in the light of a small red lamp completely naked and resting on the floor against the edge of the bed with Annies short pale legs wrapped around her head, her strong dark arms firmly holding her lover down. My breath caught in my throat as I watched Isabella slowly and methodically kiss and lick every inch of Annie’s quivering body before slowly working her way to her mound where she began methodically and gently sucking and licking while her fingers worked gently in and out of her. Annie was usually such a soft spoken person but the moans that Isabella evoked with her technique were nothing short of pornographic. I stood in rapacious silence as Isabella focused in on her clit and brought Annie to a sudden shuddering, almost violent, orgasm that traveled up her entire body causing her to writhe helplessly against the bed covers. She unconsciously bucked against Isabella in her bodies futile attempt to escape the tortuous pleasure of her tongue. A desperate *“Please”* came from her mouth, as soft as a prayer, as she covered her face with her arm *“Please, no more. I can’t keep it in… He’ll hear us”* Suddenly conscious about watching them but too enthralled with the scene for me to turn away I gulped a suddenly dry throat. Isabella, deaf to her lovers pleading, picked up her quivering pile of a girlfriend and tossed her face-down on the bed before slowly running her hands up her thighs to rest on her girlfriends small round butt, she then began to gently massage her ass and lovingly spreading her cheeks rubbing feeling into them before raising her hand and smacking it down with a surprising amount of force. The drunken shriek and moan that came from her would have woken the dead let alone me supposedly sleeping in the other room. Another please came from Annie as she buried her face into a pillow. But Isabella was relentless, she cooed something sweet into Annie’s ear and massaged where she smacked her before, I heard a soft heart-wrenching sigh from Annie before Isabella’s hand raised again and smacked her palm over her plush quickly reddening backside.

Time became fluid as this went on Annie’s pleading getting less and less coherent as they mingled with her exclamations of pain and pleasure while Isabella’s posture became more intense and dominating as she continued to whisper something into her ear while quickening the pace of her spanking. Smack, soothe, whisper, repeat. Smack, soothe, whisper, repeat. Sometime during the middle of this Annies hand had snuck down under her body and come up to gently rub against her swollen pussy which, even from this distance, looked absolutely flooded with arousal. After about ten minutes of this her body flushed and tightened and her hand increased it’s speed between spankings, her voice unabashedly loud now as her moans became a continuous wail of mind numbing pleasure and pain. Then suddenly both her hand and voice stopped, one hand clasped Isabellas arm while the other one clamped down firmly over her clit and a shuddering wave of pleasure again radiated up from her pussy and out through her entire body, stronger this time. This second orgasm blossomed from her body, that’s really the only word for it, it was like watching a cherry tree come into full bloom all at once. She reached the apex of her orgasm within a second and then started giving out choked little moans in between rapturous crying gasps for air. Waiting for her aftershocks to subside Isabella kept a firm hand on her lower back before giving one final smack and rub that caused Annie’s tight body to melt into a limp puddle of girl flesh. I know had an idea about why Annie looked so tired and happy all the time. Isabella was beyond ruthless. She brought pleasure out of this girl like a master musician brings sound out of his instrument. I couldn’t imagine enduring the level of pleasure and pain that she must go through every single night. I was right when I first saw Isabella, she was not a goddess of love. She was a goddess of war and there was no mercy in her heart for her victim. Moving slowly Isabella gently put a hand under Annie and flipped her nonchalantly over onto her back, a pitiful mewling cry coming from Annie as her swollen hindquarters bounced against the mattress but she was in no condition to resist even if she wanted to. So she rag dolled onto her back, her small breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing. Striding atop her conquest Isabella positively radiated smug satisfaction, she brought her ample ass up to hover just above Annie’s face languidly bracing her arms against the large wooden head board as she teased her pussy back and forth against Annie’s face. Annies hands came up limply to grasp Isabella’s firm heart shaped ass as she tried to lift her head up to lick at Isabella’s smooth waiting pussy. Laughing cruelly, Isabella lifted herself up a few inches out of her reach, before lowering herself back down always just out of reach. She did this three times until the groveling pleas from Annie seemed to satisfy her. She then lowered herself gently onto her lovers face and began a slow shallow grind. Despite her exhaustion Annie devoured Isabella with the fervor of a woman dying of hunger, her greedy lapping were met by more scornful laughter and some gentle hair pulling as Isabella shifted her into a more comfortable position for her grinding. However within a few minutes the mockery had left her voice and instead it was replaced by the rhythmic sounds of her enraptured breathing. I heard her call out in her native language, grip Annie’s head, and almost completely engulfed her face with her enormous ass as she began shaking and thrusting through her orgasm. Annies hands had begun to dig small shallow nail marks into her captors booty as a soft vibrating moan came from her that was matched by the deeper moan from Isabella. I was honestly worried that the poor girl would suffocate under there but after a long minute Isabella lifted her body and Annie gasped a deep thankful breath of air. Her face was covered in the liquid of Isabella’s orgasm and thin strands of girl cum came apart from Isabella’s thighs as she shifted to lay beside her.

At this point I had already backed fully out of the hall and was moving as quietly as I could to my room leaving the two in a tender embrace as they murmured softly to each other. My heart was pounding and my cock pressed painfully against my pants at the memory of the raw carnal display of lust, dominance and love. I thought I might die from the hot lust and jealousy pounding through my entire body, I’ve never envied someone more than I had at that particular moment. It wasn’t about Isabella anymore, I wanted what they had. I needed it as badly as anyone ever needed water, food or sunlight. But I couldn’t have it, at least not tonight. I went to bed and closed my eyes, picturing vividly the scene again and again in my mind. Drunk and unashamed I came harder by myself than I have in years then I let exhaustion overtake me and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning I woke up with the sun, despite drinking heavily I wasn’t nursing a hangover but that was probably because I drank two bottles of sports drink before bed (which also helped account for my urgent late night trip to the bathroom). I started rooting through their cupboards and cleaning up from the previous night and came to the very real conclusion that despite my friends being girls they were actually college boys. The only remotely edible food was a box of cereal without milk, poptarts without a toaster, and several bags of takeout from nearby restaurants. After closing a freezer full of vodka I resolved that this bullshit would not stand. So I grabbed my stuff, the spare key, threw on my jacket and went to go get some actual goddamn groceries, while there I heard a few snickers in line and assumed it was for my disheveled appearance and bed hair but decided to ignore it. I returned in an hour and they were both still unsurprisingly asleep, so I stocked the fridge and started making crepes, coffee, bacon, and eggs. As I was finishing pouring myself a cup of coffee I noticed that the two had emerged from their little lovers nest and were staring at me slack jawed and bleary eyed. Surprised that I was awake, cheerful and making them breakfast. There’s something very humanizing about seeing your crush hungover with horrible bed hair, half wiped off makeup (and a little bit of dried girl cum), and wearing a ratty old college t-shirt tucked into boxer briefs. I didn’t say anything, but just handed each of them a cup of coffee and pointed to the table where the creamer and sugar was. They numbly sat down and I heard a little yip of pain from Annie as she sat tenderly in her seat. I barely suppressed a smile as I remember the punishment that butt took. “Would either of you like some ibuprofin with your breakfast? I heard it helps with hangovers.” (as far as I know that isn’t true but it certainly helps with swelling) I dolled out food and medicine and we all ate in a companionable silence until Isabella broke it by speaking to Annie. Her voice was lower and sounded husky and sore, but she managed to get it out between bites of crepes loaded with fresh cut strawberry’s, whipped cream and syrup “Babe… I’m leaving you. He’s going to be my girlfriend now.” Annie murmured into her coffee “I’m heartbroken, but how can a girl can compete with this?” as she gestured to the food she smiled weakly at me over the table “home-wrecker.” I nodded seriously “You’ll move on. It’s for the best really.” Annie feigned hurt “You mock my pain.” jumping at that I replied “Life is pain highness! Anyone who says differently is selling something.” we both laughed while Isabella glared at us. “Oh god you’re quoting that stupid movie again aren’t you.” What followed was a rousing discussion about how great the Princess Bride was/is, how she was a philistine who couldn’t enjoy true art, her begging for us to keep our voices down and then a re-watching of the movie while she fell asleep sprawled on the couch. During the credits I decided to finish cleaning up and get ready to go when Annie came up to me and said she wanted to apologize about last night. Feigning ignorance I asked “what for?” She blushed a little and said “Oh come on.” and I admitted that they did wake me and probably every living creature within 6-8 miles. Annie smacked me playfully on the arm before asking “So how much did you see?” taken aback I shifted nervously before deciding to be mostly honest “A lot, at first I was worried that she was hurting you. Then I kinda just stayed to watch. Sorry.” Annie put her face in her hands “Oh god, no. I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is about you but Bell get’s really possessive about me when you’re around. I think she did that last night to taunt you or prove something to you or something.” I thought back to the open door, the lamp and how loud they were being. Yeah, it definitely sounded like she wanted me to see that. Lost for words I just let the silence extend between us. Feeling like I needed to say something I just shrugged “blame the booze and forgive and forget for us both?” Annie smiled as a snore that sounded like a jet engine came from the living room. “That sounds nice. Thanks for breakfast by the way.” I nodded “There’s extra batter in the fridge and I bought you a few essentials for helping wingman me last night.” She shrugged “You honestly don’t need much help, I’m just surprised that you didn’t go home with that girl last night when she tried to drag you into her cab.” I stopped for a moment realizing that I probably COULD have gone home with her. Shrugging again I said “She was taking care of her friend and was pretty drunk. Besides I couldn’t leave you two to fall asleep in a ditch somewhere.” Annie looked at me disapprovingly “You know, you’re a good guy. But there is such a thing as being too good a guy. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes.” I thought for a moment then grabbed a bottle of their vodka from the freezer. “In that case I’m stealing this.” she laughed, said go ahead and then went to grab my jacket. When she returned she was smiling and practically brimming with tears “Did you wear this to the store” Hesitant I stopped and turned “Yeah… why?” she turned the jacket over to reveal a huge spattering of dry cum along the back from my drunken masturbation session last night. “Oh god.” I said in horror as the color drained from my face and she burst out laughing and rushed into the living room to wake up Isabella.
That night was the first seed (cum joke!) that was planted into what would eventually become a relationship between all three of us. I’ll write more later about how I eventually became their fuck buddy and then an actual part of their relationship later. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it.

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