[Six Shots: Truth or Dare (part one of series)](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ionpgt/six_shots_truth_or_dare_part_one_mf_light_binding/)
Phil reached out to me, cradling my jaw in his hand as I lifted myself up into a kneeling position and unfastened his jeans without hesitation. A monster of a cock sprang towards my face, the tip was red and glistened with precum. I looked up at him as I stroked my palm over his dick, I knew he was uncut, but his erection left no room for his foreskin to cover him, the ridged band beneath his head seemed very inviting as I leaned forward and licked beneath his mushroom-like cock head. A soft groan was audible as the pointed tip of my tongue circled him. His hand grasped my hair and pulled as I gathered the precum coating him with a flick of my tongue.
Just as I positioned myself to take him between my lips, he twisted his body away from me slightly and pulled my hair harder, seemingly having second thoughts and preventing me from sucking his dick. I groaned, his grip in my hair hurt and my neck was stretched awkwardly to the side. He looked to Alex, who was stroking his own cock hard again and given the sounds I was hearing, I’d wager he was almost there.
“Why are you doing this?” Phil asked.
Alex stopped stroking himself and came over to me, grasping my jaw as Phil relaxed his grip in my hair, he turned my head towards Phil and made me look up at him, “Because she wants you, Philip. She has never denied me anything I wanted, so what right do I have to deny her the one thing she’s always wanted?”
I didn’t respond, I just stayed on my knees and glanced between them. Phil bent down to me and placed his hand beneath my jaw, kissing me softly, tenderly. I kissed him back and moaned as his fingers slipped between my legs. I glanced to Alex and he had this mix of hurt and anger settling in his expression as he watched me kiss my best friend.
He pulled his lips from mine and he smiled at me, leaning close to my ear to whisper, “Do you want this?”
I nodded.
Phil still looked conflicted as he stroked my clit then moved his fingers down and pushed his middle finger into me. I turned my head to the side and kissed his wrist, his hand was still tangled into my hair, then looked him in the eye, “You don’t want me?” I asked sadly.
He furrowed his brow and looked back to Alex. It didn’t feel right to him. This felt like a trap but he couldn’t figure out what Alex would get out of letting him fuck me, other than a raging case of jealousy.
Alex snapped at Phil, “This is the only shot you get with her. So either fuck her or give her back to me.”
Phil closed his eyes as he guided me back towards his cock. He let me kiss and lick along the tip then up and down the shaft, lubricating his swollen flesh with my saliva as my eyes cleared and I realized taking him in my mouth was going to be more challenging than I had initially thought while under the haze of lust. He was both longer and much thicker than my husband and I wasn’t entirely sure I could handle him in any part of my body, but I was willing to try.
By the time I got the tip of his dick between my lips, his mushroom was so stiff and red-purple toned that it looked like his skin would split if I wasn’t careful. I could feel the veins of his cock on my tongue as I pressed it to the underside of his shaft, just below his head. I had barely tightened my lips back against his shaft, squeezing just a fraction of his cock gently between my tongue and the roof of my mouth when I felt the unmistakable pressure of his cum spurting against the back of my throat. His cheeks were red and he looked somewhat embarrassed as he stroked my cheek apologetically. He had been ready to burst just from watching my husband fucking me.
His hand trembled as he parted my lips and pulled his cock from my mouth. He hadn’t gone soft yet, I mean, he softened, but rebounded quick as my tongue lifted him a little tighter to the roof of my mouth while he came. When he popped his dick from my mouth he was still hard.
There was a determination on his face as he pulled me up into his arms and pushed himself into my already dripping cunt in one quick motion. I cringed and screamed just slightly as he stretched me and went much deeper, and did so much more quickly, than my husband had. His cock didn’t nestle against my cervix, but forced its way tightly against it. I’d swear it was poking into my womb from the intense pressure of his cock pushing hard against me.
He throbbed and I felt each pulse as I rocked gently against his hips, trying to get accustomed to how he felt in me. I was pretty certain that if he started really fucking me, he would tear me, so I took control of our movement while my cunt adjusted to his size. My underwear kept rubbing against the side of his cock and he ripped the thin lace bands that crossed my hips, unwilling to free himself from me to remove them properly, and tossed them aside.
I wasn’t smiling, I wasn’t looking at him in adoration, but with wonder. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me, just as he had when I knelt on the floor. He moaned against my lips and I braced my hands on his shoulders, using him as a support to lift my hips and lower myself back onto his cock. I was suddenly grateful he’d never fucked me when we were younger. He would have fucking destroyed me when I was a virgin.
I felt him shudder and his kiss deepened, his tongue sought mine out and his hand gripped the back of my head so I couldn’t pull away. I lifted and lowered myself along his shaft again, slow and careful movements to ensure I could physically handle this. His other hand grasped my hip and ass, holding me up rather effortlessly. He leaned back against the wall, making it easier for me to tighten my knees on his hips and ride him without as much fear of falling to the ground and breaking his dick in the process. I could feel the muscles in his stomach and arms tense and flex each time I lifted and lowered myself on his cock.
There was so much restraint flowing through his body and I desperately wanted him to release it.
I pulled free of his kiss, though he physically objected by pulling my hair and trying to guide me back to him, and looked back to Alex, Phil’s lips connected with my neck and I moaned as I spoke, “He feels wonderful. Thank you, sir,”a lustful lilt in my voice. I was still lifting and lowering myself on my best friend’s cock, moving a little faster as the initial pain of being stretched so much waned and now I could just focus on the feel of his cock being squeezed by my cunt.
Phil groaned loudly and seemed to release all of the tension his body had been holding on to as I experienced my very first penetration only orgasm. It was unexpected and I leaned forward, wrapping my forearms behind his head as my cunt contracted rhythmically, milking his cock and urging him to enjoy my body as I trembled in his grip. I don’t think I’d ever had an orgasm quite like that before. My cunt radiated with a pleasurable tingle and it just kept going outwards into my whole body.
He bit my neck and savored me as he began to pull my hips down to his with great force, causing tears to fall over my cheeks as I gasped and endured the pressure of his cock head repeatedly hitting my cervix. I was still riding out my orgasm as he took control of our movement.
It felt amazing to be so full of his cock as his hips went faster and harder with each thrust. He gazed into my eyes when he wasn’t watching me writhe and arch my back in pleasure. I think he assumed the moisture on my cheeks was anything but pain given how much I was working with him to get myself flush against his hips and I wasn’t about to tell him otherwise. The pain was minor compared to the pleasure. Occasionally he stopped to silence my whimpers and moans with a deep kiss and moan of his own. He seemed to ache with lust for me but he had stamina and I think he had a desire to keep his dick in me for as long as he could.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me so that his lips brushed against my ear as he whispered, “I’ve wanted to stretch you over my cock since we first met, Jess.”
I smiled and closed my eyes, “Fuck,” I whined as he hit deep inside of me again. “Fuck me harder, Phil,” I said with a gasp.
He kissed me again, his lips encouraging me to kiss back. He pulled me down hard and I yelped with his lips still pressed to mine. His hands moved to rest on my hips, holding my body tightly to his as he pushed and pulled me to rock his cock inside of me, “Do you want my cum, sweetheart?” he asked, his lips hovering just over mine.
I nodded, his hand squeezed my hips and he knelt down on the floor with me as I begged, “Please? Please…Phil, cum for me. Cum in me.”
He groaned and made a few hard deep thrusts as he maneuvered me onto the floor to be in a much easier to pump position and after a few more strokes he gushed into me, rolling my hips slightly as he pushed a little deeper, forcing some of his cum to squirt through the seal he’d in my cunt made with his cock. I whimpered and squirmed beneath him. He stopped thrusting, his hands squeezed my hips, lifting them up to his as he held me still as best he could. I still squirmed and rocked slightly as he kept me plugged with his dick as the last bit of his cum settled in me.
He was breathing heavily and he lowered my butt back to the floor. He moved until he could rest his forearms above my head, his dick was still in me as he started kissing my cheek and neck repeatedly. The furrow in his brow as he looked me in the eye told me he hadn’t been thinking clearly when he began this and the fog of lust was starting to lift with the realization of what he’d done creeping it’s way into his consciousness. But he smiled as he saw the happy and fulfilled look on my face.
I lifted my head to kiss his lips lightly, mine just barely grazing his before I lay back down on the floor with a huge smile on my face. Then I tilted my head to look back at my husband, he definitely looked jealous, but I was smiling and my cheeks were flushed red as sweat glistened on my forehead and my heavy breathing slowed back to normal. His features softened to be more accepting of it. Whatever I did to deserve this man in my life, I was grateful. So fucking grateful.
This trip had been about asking someone I trusted to do something somewhat insane, but I had planned for a much less involved way to achieve it. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t asked and I wondered if my husband had.
Phil sat up but was still reluctant to pull his dick from me. Instead he lifted my hips awkwardly to keep me plugged with his cock as he knelt on the floor between my legs and looked over to my husband.
I looked over at Alex, too, he was rock hard again and I smiled as he lifted me back up onto Phil’s lap and climbed behind me. He draped my arms over Phil’s shoulders and put Phil’s hands on the backs of my thighs, “Now hold her like this for me to pay me back,” he said as he looked at Phil.
There was so much cum and fluid coating my pussy from the sheer pressure and volume of Phil’s release, that Alex swiped his hand under me, stroking Phil for a moment, but mostly just coating his hand in our fluids. He rubbed his cock down and positioned himself at my ass.
I tensed and squeezed Phil’s cock in my pussy as my husband’s cock gently penetrated me. Alex leaned down and kissed the back of my neck, prompting a moan to escape my lips as Phil kissed my lips again. I could feel Phil harden inside of me slightly. He moaned as I rocked on his lap, but he didn’t quite achieve another hard-on, he was semi-erect at best, but it didn’t stop him from trying to continue. It only took a few moments for them to find the right rhythm of push and pull, the right rhythm of squeezing and caressing my body. I’m not sure how or when my bra came fully off. I just recall seeing it on the ground as Phil’s lips closed over my nipple and Alex’s hand slid between us, stroking my clit. Phil savored each breast in turn, sucking and biting on them as they rubbed against his face from Alex’s thrusts behind me.
I was in tears as my body shivered in their alternating grips. Phil stopped grasping and thrusting into me when he noticed the tears dripping onto my breasts came with tiny pained whimpers and slight cringing, but Alex didn’t let up. Alex knew me better than that.
I leaned on Phil, my breasts pressing tightly to his chest as Alex fucked me hard. Phil lifted my chin and watched me cringe and moan as tears slid over my cheeks. His hand came up to my face and wiped them from my eyes. It startled me and I looked at him, realizing he’d stopped fucking me and searching his face for an answer as to why while my husband’s cock and hand continued to pleasure me.
I gasped and Phil pulled my lips to his, biting my lower lip gently as he watched my face contort in the throws of passion blended with the slightest glimpses of agony. My husband grunted and grabbed my throat as Phil kissed me. Alex’s hand squeezed gently, both cutting off some of my ability to breathe and forcefully rubbing the front of my throat with his palm.
Phil moaned as I contracted on his cock, keeping him tightly in me. He’d been spent since he stopped thrusting, but my orgasms were unmistakable, the rhythmic clenching and releasing of pelvic muscles along his shaft was bordering on painful for him but he still made no move to free his cock from me.
When Alex finally came I was shivering and gasping. My entire body felt like it was overloaded with sensations and the only thing I knew for certain was that I was currently incapable of standing up, or even sitting up, on my own.
Alex pulled himself free of my ass and held me carefully as he helped Phil stand with me. I was still plugged with his softening cock. They guided me onto the edge of the counter. Alex laughed a little. The skin along my chest and cheeks was tinged a bright red and I was panting and squirming still, my clit was swollen and throbbing. He smacked my bottom to get my attention. I looked at him through the same lusty haze I’d began this encounter with.
“Jessica…you okay?” Alex asked me as he looked me over.
I nodded, it was all I could do.
Alex lifted my legs up to rest my feet on the edge of the counter, facing the two men, even as it softened, Phil’s cock stayed rather large and my body adapted to hold him inside of me.
Alex grabbed Phil’s phone and turned the recorder on. He videoed my body as I leaned back against the mirror, a light sheen of sweat coated my skin and I panted heavily and ran my own hands over my chest and stomach. Alex grabbed my face and I smiled and made a kissy face towards the camera, he captured my saliva covered breasts rising and falling with each breath and he made his way down my body until the camera rested on this still rather impressively sized cock with my pussy stretched around it, a fair amount of my own juices and his cum pushed from my body with the earlier thrusting, creating a bit of a mess around the base of his cock and along my reddened clit.
Alex put his hand under my bottom and nodded to me. I lifted myself away from Phil’s cock. There was an audible squelch as his dick fell from me. Alex’s hand, and the floor and counter, overflowed with my friend’s cum as it leaked out.
I bit my lip as my husband poured some of what was in his hand back over my clit then drizzled it on my breasts, neck, lips, and cheeks, wiping his hand clean of Phil’s cum using any dry bits of my flesh he could see, which included groping my breast and rubbing my neck. He stopped the camera only after zooming out and showing my whole body glisten with the drips and streaks of cum he’d spread over me. Alex gave Phil his phone back and took a dominating stance between us, though Phil towered over Alex by a good six inches and easily had fifty pounds of muscle on my husband, Phil didn’t try to challenge him, in fact, he made himself appear a bit smaller as he kept his eyes on me.
Alex smirked as he looked Phil over, “It’s a one time thing, don’t go expecting access to her whenever you want now.”
Phil nodded and ran his hand through his hair as he bit his lip, pretending he wasn’t thoroughly looking my body over. I was well fucked and cum drunk as I leaned back on the sink, shiny glistening drips and streaks coated my body as his cum began to dry on my flesh.
I sat up and went to hop down off the counter but I underestimated just how overly fucked I was. My legs were not yet capable of holding me and Phil caught me just before I crumpled to the ground.
Alex motioned to the large bath in the corner of the room, “Wash her up. I’ll be back in a few hours, use it well.”
Alex stood at the sink, just next to where Phil held me up, and washed his cock and his hands. He started to leave but stopped at the bathroom door and turned to look at us, “I expect my wife to be cleaned up and waiting in bed for me by the time I get back, understood?”
Phil nodded and Alex smiled before he turned to leave. When the hotel door shut Phil turned to me, “I think I just sold my soul to the devil for a few hours with you and I’m oddly okay with it,” he said.
I smirked, “The devil can’t be too bad if his deals feel that good. Now, about that bath…”
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