The little bird who pecked off more than she could chew [Group][MMMF]

[LONG]

There she was, jet black raven colored hair, green-eyed, petite, tight ass, 5’2″, B-cup, dressed in a form fitting professional black waitress dress, tights, and black heels. She had the appearance of making even the most conservative of wear, not-safe-for-work.

“May I take your order?” she said, as her gaze shifted curiously to all three of us.

“Let me guess. Whiskey, whiskey, and whiskey?”, She quickly quipped with a grin after staring at us in [our suit and tie combos](https://www.reddit.com/user/TrifectaDoms/comments/9vp8yp/three_doms_at_an_investor_conference_pics/).

“We’ll take three tequila sunrises on the rocks”, Cal flashed back with a smirk.

“Ugh, shouldn’t you all be at the investor conference after-party?”

“None of us can stand another moment of looking at ourselves in the mirror”, I interjected.

She cutely giggled, turned around crisply, and swayed her fully shaped ass to the bar.

We recapped the investor conference, talked about our favored startups, and slowly turned our conversations to our personal hobbies. Drinks were flowing, tables and booths were emptying, and our conversation slowly turned to the subs we were training.

Everytime the waitress brought over drinks, our conversation barely ceased. It’s as if she wasn’t there. This isn’t a testament to her beauty, but we do seemingly become engrossed in dreaming up creative ways to tease and train our subs.

At first, none of us thought anything of it. The little bird brought over drinks, made quick remarks of our seemingly random beverage choices, and left. However, soon she began to linger a bit.

She wiped down the table a little longer than usual or pretended to clear up and shuffle up chairs on tables near by. Anton was the first to notice as Cal and I discussed devious ways to apply BF Skinner’s, unknowingly the father of BDSM, approach to modify our subs’ minds.

“Gentlemen, it appears we caught the attention of our sexy server”, Anton interrupted.

“Watch.”

Anton called over to our server. She promptly walked over with a bright smile.

“I noticed you’ve organized and wiped down these tables next to us over a dozen timed. Tell us, does our conversation intrigue you?

Cutely flustered, and almost rocked off balance. She looks down and says, “….Yes.”

Now we were the curious ones, we asked her about her experience in BDSM. She played with some Doms online and in person, but nothing that clearly invoked passion in her eyes. It would be a sin to not help this little minx experience an excellent session. I left a card “3 is magic number” and my hotel room.

Anton, Cal, and I went up to my room and anticipated the naughty little raven flirting with lustful pleasure.

Not one hour later, we heard a nervous, but determined knock on the door.

After light small talk, a group shot of whiskey, and we explained the standard safety rules, learned her limits, and kinks. Safe and targeted fun, makes for wild fun. It’s always surprising to find, the shy and quirky ones have such colorful fantasies.

With that she cleaned herself up, we kicked her out of the room, and asked her to enter in on her knees and hands. She slinked in slowly like a fox with her green eyes glowing in the dimlit room.

She bit her lips when she saw the toys on the glass table.

“A good girl knows how to get all of her holes wet for a rough fucking.” Cal said.

She went to work. Peeled her tight dress off, sling-shotted her panties away, and spread her legs facing us. She sat on the floor as all good whores do. She drooled, spat, and began rubbing her tight little pussy and button asshole. We paid her no attention as we sipped on our whiskey and discussed our business ventures.

This drove her wild. She started moaning loudly as she switched from fingering herself to using the vibrator. She lubed up a plug and filled her asshole. She intensely stared at the growing bulges in our fitted black and grey business pants. She was getting close.

“Stop”, I said.
“It’s rude of you to cum before the men in the room”.

Her expression turned from a lustful desire to desperation. She crawled to our pants with glazed eyes. She unzipped each of us and out sprang our thick cocks.

We stood over her. “A good slut must never to forget to keep her mouth drooling and tongue out.” Anton guided. There she was. Three cocks being pressed against her face as she looked up with her doe eyes, and a long string of drool hanging from her tongue. We all savored that moment and then abruptly started fucking her face.

There are very few sounds in life as pleasing to ears as the sound of a slut gagging on your cock. Her face was a mess as the black tears rolled down her cheeks and gag spit clung to her chin. She tried moaning in delight,but could barely keep up with the balls smacking her in the face. We passed her around like a communal fleshlight, barely giving her time to breath. For a girl with limited BDSM experience, her pipes were decently trained.

The business clothes were becoming restraining for us and the last thing we wanted to do was ruin it with her juices and spit. We quickly stripped down ourselves while she moaned in anticipation of the upcoming animalistic pounding in store for her.

We roughly picked her up well above the ground like you would do to a plank. Cal buried his face into her wet dripping pussy as she squirmed violently. We kept her restrained by holding her arms and her throat. Anton shoved his man hands into her mouth. She was so so close to coming, but we stopped pleasuring her.

We threw her onto the bed. I took up my favorite hole, her mouth, while Cal got under her, and Anton got behind her. Anton slowly pulled out her lubed butt plug. Cal stuck his big thick cock into her. She tried to moan, but was muffled by my dick. Anton slowly pressed the head of his cock into her ass, which made her eyes go wide. Cal and Anton started double penetrating her, as my cock was hitting the back of her throat.

She really tried to moan and gasp for air, but I didn’t give her that privilege. Anton and Cal were railing away at her body. I love fucking her face, because watching a woman’s face twist with pleasure is absolutely beautiful. Her eyes rolled occasionally as the cocks hitting her holes synchronized.

When ever she came close to coming, we’d slow down and take that opportunity to switch holes. We saw her hands try to reach down to finish herself off a couple of times. Such desperation was such a turn on for all of us. She no longer looked like the polished, eloquent waitress, but the common whore graveling in sweat and drool for cock.

I tried her tight ass, her succulent pussy, and ended back down her throat. I was ready to finish. I told her to lick my balls as I began stroking my cock over her face. She can sense my cock getting close to blowing. “Give..me…your..cum…Daddy” she huffed between the pounding of Cal and Anton. I’m a sucker for the word “Daddy” and blew my thick sticky load all over her face. It didn’t phase Anton or Cal. They kept drilling her ass and pussy.

I picked up the vibrator from the table and brought it to the orgy. It was time to make her lose her mind. With her mouth left wide open her moans and screams filled the room.

Cal and Anton began roughly fucking her. “Please don’t stop Daddy”, she begged.

“Please!”

I brought the vibrator to her clit, set it to high, and grabbed her throat.

“Oh my god. FUCK!”

Her eyes rolled back briefly. She came hard. Her body was convulsing as her arms flailed looking for grounding. No words came out, just quivers, moans, and sucking in air. She crumpled as Anton continued to fuck her ass, while Cal caressed her.

Anton, must have felt her asshole tighten, because he came right in her ass shortly after. After she caught her breath, Cal pulled out of her and let her lay huffing and puffing with glazed eyes and a bright wide smile.

Cal stood up and shoot his white goodness all over her as it shot all over her tits and chin. She was unfazed. She just lay there on the soft cozy bed staring up into bliss, with her position unchanged.

After about 20 minutes, she said ” I really needed that…thank you”.

[Roll Credits]

[Post Credit Scene] – We have a couple more escapades with this little bird, for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a0r1f8/the_little_bird_who_pecked_off_more_than_she