Three is a crowd [MMF] [dirty talk] [dom/sub] [spanking] [rough sex]

I met Joel on Reddit. He had posted a picture of himself after a workout, shorts artfully pushed down revealing the top of a thick cock. I messaged him, complimented him. He replied quickly.

‘We come as a pair,’ he said. ‘Me and my friend Rob. If you’re looking for a fun date let’s meet.’

It was direct, to the point. We chatted, I tested to see if he was for real. More pictures were exchanged in various states of undress. Rob was brought into the chat and played the game, similarly fit, similarly grown up.

They were not boys – that’s what I liked about it. They were in their thirties, funny, confident, relaxed. Nothing about our conversation seemed urgent. It was just so fun. But the direction was always clear. They said what they were going to do to me, and I said I wanted them to.

They didn’t live too far away to make a date. They suggested a hotel, one that implied they were solvent as well as charming. I agreed but as the day approached I started to feel apprehensive. What if I’m not what they want; what if it’s all a trick; what if…my thoughts became tangled, I doubted this was a good idea.

I was going to bed and my phone rang. It was a video call, from Joel. I answered nervously. We talked face to face. He asked me questions about sex. My experience, what I liked, what I’ve done, what I haven’t. I loved it. It felt so naughty. I felt at ease. I felt my nipples getting hard under my t-shirt and rubbed them, making sure he could see. He smiled and kept asking me questions.

‘Where do you like cum most?’

‘In me…’ I lifted the shirt and showed my breasts, my fingers on the nipple. ‘Or on me…’

‘What about choking?’

‘I…’ I licked my lips. My hand moved to my loose shorts. I felt how wet my pussy was. ‘Yes…’ my voice had become hoarse. I saw Joel was also touching himself.

‘Are you going to meet us tomorrow?’ He whispered.

‘Yes…’ my fingers slid over my wet pussy, dipped into myself, moved to my clit.

‘And do you want your little pussy stretched open by my big cock?’

‘Oh fuck, yes…’ I moaned a little. I could see him stroking his hard cock. He began to talk to me, telling me what they were going to do to me, how they were going to hold me, touch me, use me.

I opened my legs and showed him my pussy. I trembled and moaned as I came, spurred on by the knowledge that he was listening, that he could hear every heavy breath, every sound of my orgasm. I watched him cum too, watched his thick cock spurt onto his belly, my eyes wide with want.

The next evening I made my way to the meeting place in half a daze. I remember getting into the taxi and arriving but nothing in between. Joel had booked a nice hotel in the centre of the city. It had a narrow facade and a cool, simple, lobby, checkerboard marble and steel. The message on my phone said to meet them in the bar.

‘Hi.’ It was him. Taller than I expected, smiling down at me. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. His stubble grazed me pleasantly and without thinking my hand drifted to his side, my lips brushed across his. ‘You’re much better in real life,’ he said.

‘And you,’ I said, saying little as I knew I would mumble and make a fool out of myself if I said too much. He smelled good, woody, solid.

‘Come on,’ he said, taking my hand and leading me to the bar. His hand felt warm, big. It made me feel small and I liked that. I hadn’t been sure what kind of place it was and so my outfit had been a guess, but a good one. I had on a black skirt – short enough to receive a couple of glances, but long enough to be respectable, a deep blue silk top that tucked in at my small waist. I’d plaited my long blonde hair and it lay over my shoulder.

‘This is Rob,’ he said, introducing me to a man in a booth at the side of the bar. He stood up to greet me and shook my hand as well. He wore a shirt open a few buttons. He was as tall as Joel but broader, darker. His eyes gleamed. He made me think of people who own yachts, who wear expensive watches.

I shuffled onto the bench behind the table, the men on either side of me. A waiter came and asked if we were ready – expecting I assume another wife or girlfriend to turn up – but Joel said we were all good and ordered drinks.

We made small talk. I tried to be charming but probably just blushed a lot. Neither of the men were big speakers, but they asked polite questions that didn’t pry. As the waiter brought drinks over I felt, at the same time, a hand rest on each of my legs.

I stopped breathing. It was new. A different feeling. Two men both touching me. I smiled as the drinks were put down and reached for mine a little over eagerly. I needed more courage. It was strong and sweet and sour and I drained half the cocktail in one gulp. I leaned back against the banquette and as I did I felt the two hands slide a little further up, reach the edge of my skirt and begin to move it up more.

Joel leaned down to me. ‘What panties do you have on?’ He asked quietly.

‘Blue,’ I stammered. ‘Silk.’ I felt their fingers on my thighs, parting my legs and hiking up the skirt more at the same time. My mouth hung open a little, as I waited. I didn’t dare pick up my drink as I knew I would spill it. Joel’s hand found the fabric between my legs and stroked over my pussy. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. My nipples felt hard against the lace of my bra. My pussy was already so wet. Rob’s hand took a tighter hold of my thigh and spread my legs more under the table.

‘Oh fuck…’ I murmured quietly. I felt myself getting wet. They were attractive, it was illicit and they were touching me in the right place but there was something more too. I was letting them touch me, passively. I have never thought of myself as a passive person either in day to day life or in bed, but here…but here as these two strangers stroked me with such gentle persistence, I was melting. I barely had enough presence of mind not to drool, their power over me was so immense, so overwhelming.

They were both touching me now, and Rob pulled my panties to the side and Joel felt my wetness and stroked it. He knew how wet I was going to be but all the same, he leaned to my ear and told me. I liked to hear him say it, hear the deep of his voice as his finger toyed at my soaked pussy. I moved my hips a little. He moved to my clit, Rob spread me open.

‘Should we go upstairs?’ Said Rob, quietly, in my ear. I nodded. Their hands moved away. I reached up and finished my drink, feeling my panties pushed away, the leather of the seat against my legs. The alcohol went to my head. I was dizzy. Joel stood first and took my arm and led us out of the bar to the old fashioned lift. I waited between them, my heart racing. It arrived and we stepped in: red carpet, brass fittings, mirrors on three of the walls.

As soon as Rob had pressed eight and the doors closed the stepped in. Joel pulled me to him, hands on my hips, and we kissed deeply. Rob was behind me, and gently lifted my skirt and put his hand back between my thighs, his finger easily sliding into my wetness. I moaned and Joel held my waist more firmly as Rob cupped my ass and fingered me slowly. Joel’s hands were in my shirt, squeezing my breast, his warm palm against my skin. The ride finished too soon and they both pulled away. we walked down an empty corridor, stopping only once so Rob could press me against a wall for a kiss. He felt different to Joel; more urgent, heavier. I liked it. He lifted my skirt and touched me again.

The room was simple, dark wood furniture and white sheets, large floor to ceiling windows with a view to a tangled roofscape, the light of sunset and a perfect blue sky. The door closed with a click and it was quiet.

‘On the bed,’ said Rob. ‘Spread your legs.’

I obeyed with surprising pace, sitting there, leaning back. I had straightened my panties. Joel stepped in and unclipped the skirt and moved it away. The two men stepped in. I leaned my head back as Rob kissed me, as he unbuttoned my shirt, as Joel’s hands took my legs and cupped my pussy and rubbed me more firmly, pushing my panties away to slide one then two fingers into me.

Joel knew what he was doing. He was pushing against my most sensitive spot in a second, making me weak.

‘Oh shit, oh fuck….’ I felt the heat rise over me. He wasn’t going to make me cum this quickly was he? I slid my tongue into Rob’s mouth as he pushed the shirt back over my shoulders, as he cupped my breast and unclipped my bra and left my topless. He took my breast in his hand and squeezed it hungrily, firmly, pulling on the nipple. Joel had a pace with his fingers. Rob stopped kissing me and just held my breast, hard. His other hand went to my throat. Both of the men were still fully dressed. Joel sped up. I gasped. Rob squeezed my nipple harder and the orgasm broke over me, a crazy trembling sensation. My fingers scrabbled at the bedclothes. Rob held my neck tighter. It came in waves, powerful. I saw bright lights behind my closed eyes. As they lay me down and kept touching me as I shook and then lay still and glowed.

As I came about I felt myself being lifted and put down across Rob’s lap, felt the rash of his jeans underneath me. Joel sat down by his head and began unbuckling his belt. I reached to help, taking down the zip and taking out his thick cock, that I’d seen in our video call the night before. It was bigger and thicker than I had thought. It was warm in my hand, nearly hard and I leaned forwards to suck the tip. He took my plait and held it firmly. As he did Rob spanked me hard. I squealed on Joel’s cock. Rob took my panties and pulled them tight against my pussy as he spanked me again. I opened my mouth wider to take more of Joel’s cock and heard him moan. It was a good sound. A confirmation I had power over him as much as he had over me.

Rob spanked my thigh and I squealed again. His slaps were firm and sharp, and I knew how red my pale skin had turned. He reached between my legs again and fingered my sopping pussy, drawing circles on my ass before spanking me hard. I cried out and Joel pushed me further onto his cock. His fingernails scratched across my shoulder blades and down my spine. He let me up and spit dribbled from my mouth to him, and I pushed my head forwards to take him again. I could feel Rob getting hard and I reached back to squeeze him through his trousers. He shifted, pushing his contained erection into my midriff. His fingers went to his buckle and gently he lowered me to the floor.

I knelt between them, their trousers round their thighs. I took Joel’s thick, wet, cock in my mouth and stroked Rob’s with my hand. Then I switched. I felt Joel push me onto Rob’s cock, which was filled my mouth just as well, and I sucked hard, drawing in my cheeks which made Rob hiss with pleasure. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and dipped deeper and sucked again, moving my head up and down.

‘Fuck…’ growled Rob. His hands found my breasts and squeezed them both. I gasped at that and began a pace with my head, thrusting down onto him. I felt Joel move from beside me and behind, heard more clothes hush to the floor. I felt his hands on my ribs, on my waist, and then felt the head of his cock sliding over my soaked pussy. He rubbed it over once as I lifted my hips to give him access. He teased me again, over once, twice, three times. His hand held the band of my panties as he finally slid slowly inside me.

I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes wide, as I felt his girth stretch me.

‘Oh fuck…’ Rob’s hand found by throat and he squeezed it and leaned down to kiss me as Joel slowly took my pussy. Rob’s face was close to mine, his eyes again gleaming with a wolffish passion. I wanted them both so badly. I leaned up to kiss him, to slide my tongue as far into his mouth as I could as he squeezed on my neck and as Joel began to speed up. He gave me slow, regular strokes with his cock. He felt so smooth, so hard at the same time. I arched my back and Joel moved with me. I felt his chest against my back, his lips on my nape. I felt small beneath him. I sucked Rob’s cock greedily.

They brought me to the bed and I lay on my side and Joel continued in me like that as Rob undressed, watching us, watching Joel’s hand take my breast, then my thigh as I quietly cried out with each deep thrust. Rob came and knelt and my hand wrapped the shaft of his cock and he leaned down to kiss me again. His other hand found my clit and I spread my legs a little more so Joel could fuck me and he could run his wet fingers over my hood. It was almost too much. I held Rob’s wrist and he changed his angle. I kissed his shaft.

Joel pulled out of me and Rob took me by the waist and put me on my back. He knelt between my thighs and pulled me onto his cock. It felt different to Joel’s, harder somehow, and he pressed my legs together and put my knees against my chest and made me moan as he took me so deeply. My head was in Joel’s lap. He stroked my hair and his cock was against my cheek and I leaned over and took it into my mouth. Rob held my breasts firmly as he fucked me, as I felt him as deep as I had ever felt anyone. He rocked my hips up and took me like that.

Joel moved and I was left open mouthed, wanting his cock, but he had gone next to Rob, watching his cock slide into me, intently closely, my panties round my thighs. Then suddenly Rob pulled out and Joel put himself back in me, in the same position Rob had me in. He slid easily inside my wetness, but still felt so broad, so satisfying. He thrusted ten, twenty times then Rob took over. The sensation was overwhelming, the two men sharing me, using me; their hands were on my thighs, my sides, my breasts, my ribcage, my throat, my shoulders, stroking, gripping, pulling me onto their cocks or pinning me down like a butterfly.

I came like that again. My orgasm seemed to come from my whole body. Points of heat between my legs and all over my skin where they touched me. They fucked me through it, as I saw black and stars and as I gasped and screamed and felt the hot blush cover my chest and neck; all the time I felt a thick cock spreading my pussy, pushing into me, taking me, enjoying me; and I felt myself exposed on my back, naked, soaking wet.

Joel slowed. I was still on my back. He was closer to me now, over me. I felt his weight against me, his hips pushing my legs open, his hard cock rhythmically taking me again and again, smoothly, deeply. Rob took my hands and held them above my head, pinned the wrists. Joel held my waist, my breasts. He sped up and I cried out. I felt Rob’s cock by my face and leaned to suck it, pausing only to moan.

‘He’s going to cum in your pussy,’ whispered Rob. ‘He’s going to put his big cock in deep as a he can and fill you…’

‘Fuck…’ Joel was up on his arms now and Rob leaned to kiss me. ‘Fuck, do it,’ I said looking at Joel. Joel knelt and pushed my legs back again, took my breasts firmly in his hands. Rob kept me pinned down. I felt Joel getting harder, saw the pleasure deep across his face. He swore and pushed into me. I felt his warmth, felt him fill me, felt his cock throb. It was so incredible. He pulled back and a second load of cum fell across my belly. His back arched as he pulled his cock out.

Before I had time for anything Rob spun me round onto all fours and took me, holding my hips. My mouth found Joel and I sucked him, half hard and sweet from his cum. Joel reached round and squeezed my throat as Rob fucked me harder and harder, I began to moan again, crying in pleasure, at the intensity. I felt his fingernails dig into my hips as he held himself deep in me and came hard, felt his cum and Joel’s push out and run down my thighs as he fucked me through his orgasm, as he kept hard and gradually slowed. He fell back and I with him, onto our sides.

Joel fell too and we lay on the bed, breathing hard. My head was on Rob’s chest. My hand in Joel’s hair as he lay on my belly. Rob cupped my breast and played with it slowly. Joel’s fingers traced my thigh and slowly stroked my dripping pussy. It felt sensual, incredible. I wrapped my hand round Rob’s cock. It was hard still, or perhaps hard again.

‘We have the hotel all night,’ said Rob. ‘And next time I get to cum in you first.’ I squeezed his cock looked up at him. I rolled to my side.

‘Put it back in me,’ I said quietly. ‘Cum in me again.’

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