I never thought I’d be one to enjoy being with two guys. A guy and a girl? Definitely, best of both worlds, right? But two dicks honestly seemed overwhelming. I do love attention though…
Skip to the line for sex, but read from the top if you love steamy buildup as much as I do.
A friend of my boyfriend’s (we’ll say my boyfriend is Tyler and his friend is Dylan) invited us to go with him and some of his other friend’s to the casino for his birthday. We don’t gamble, but thought, what the hell, there’s food and booze at casinos, so it’ll be fun. I was especially excited, because every opportunity to go out somewhere is an opportunity to show off my body and flirt with new people. I can admit that I’m a bit of a tease, but I just love the rush of making someone want me. My boyfriend knows of my slightly slutty tendencies. I never leave without him, so he’s fine with it.
Anyway, for this excursion, I knew my target: Dylan, the birthday boy himself. I had never hung out with him in person, but we had met once and would chat over Tyler’s headset when they were gaming. We had good banter, liking to tease and poke fun at each other. It was hot. A particular point of amusement among us was to fake argue about who had the better Hogwarts house (okay, so we’re a little nerdy, but nerds can be hot, you know!) He fancies himself a Slytherin, and I’m a Hufflepuff, and in stereotypical Slytherin fashion, thinks he’s a gift to mankind. I remember that the time I did see him in person, he had on a leather jacket, his hair was slicked back, and he had a little silver chain around his neck, like he had looked up “male Slytherin outfit.” It was altogether kind of a douchey look, but I couldn’t help but be a little into it because of how well it fit who he is. Anyway, all to say that I was a bit into him by the time he invited us out.
I knew I had to pick out the perfect outfit for the occasion, and went shopping. I won’t bore you with the details, but I ended up picking out a tight dress with a deep V cut that showed off my boobs (a nice DD, in case you’re wondering). I knew that once I added my push up bra to the equation, I’d be fending off looks from every straight guy and gay woman around. To top it all off, I made sure to get the dress in a dark green color. For all you muggles out there, green is the Slytherin house color. With my chest just barely held in by his house’s color, along with the Slytherin themed present I was bringing him for his birthday, I wanted to hint that I was part of the present too. Like I said, I love to flirt.
When Tyler and I showed up at the casino, with Tyler’s arm grabbing into my side because he had already been pushed to the edge by my overflowing dress, Dylan was talking with some of his other friends. We walked over and got his attention. I watched as his eyes went from Tyler’s face, to my face, to my cleavage, all in barely a blink of an eye. I held back a smile. Women always notice when you look at our chest. No man has ever been sly about it, no matter how hard he tries. Luckily for Dylan, I was already horny, and was only more turned on by his glance.
“H-hey!” he stumbled at first, but then recovered and faced Tyler. Oh, this is gonna be fun, I thought. “Glad you guys could make it! Let me introduce everyone.” Dylan went through his introductions of his other three friends who were there – all guys, none who sparked my interest. I focused on making intense eye contact with Dylan throughout it all, smiling when his eyes locked into mine. I saw the slightest blush creep onto his face when our eyes got caught for a second longer, and I raised one eyebrow at him, tilting my head to the side a bit, with a small smile. That was always my opener, and it always worked.
“Hey, you want a drink?” Tyler broke my lust-filled trance. I faced him, making sure to turn completely away from Dylan.
“Sure. Margarita?”
“You got it.” Tyler kissed me and walked off to the bar. I turned back to my prey, who was now engrossed in a conversation with his other friends. I inched in closer to the circle of guys, sitting down on a stool at the table they were all around. I was at the perfect height so that the four guys, all standing, could look right down my shirt. Dylan was directly across from me, so I knew he had the least view. His friend to my right was definitely enjoying it though. I rolled my right shoulder back a bit, and leaned towards the guy whose name I hadn’t even bothered to listen to, letting him soak it all in. His body was so close to mine, I could feel the warmth radiating off of him. I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants, but pretended not to notice. He was not the target. Although I was happy to see the effect I was having here.
“One margarita, for the beautiful lady,” Tyler came up behind me and wrapped his arm around me to hand me the drink.
“I’m a tequila girl,” I joked, and took a big sip. I think the group understood the implication.
“Watch out,” Tyler warned, jokingly, “she can be a bit handsy when she drinks.” I laughed and slapped him playfully on the arm.
“It’s true though,” I admitted, looking over to Dylan. He laughed with everyone else, and our eyes caught each other again.
After we had all talked a bit and downed at least one drink each, everyone started towards their preferred way of placing their bets. Tyler followed one of Dylan’s friends, as they had been talking about something or other. I saw Dylan at a table without any of his friends, just other strangers there to try to win big. This was a great chance to escalate things. I walked over to him and touched his arm to get his attention.
“Oh, hey, what’s up?” He asked. I smiled.
“Nothing, really. I’m not much of a gambler. I make a great cheerleader though. Maybe I could be yours?” I tried to sound innocent, but I don’t know if it was possible for me at that point. I was so turned on. He looked at my boobs again.
“Cool,” he said, trying to be nonchalant, but the glassy hunger in his eyes gave him away. He played at the table for a bit, me cheering him on, bringing him drinks, and occasionally squeezing his arm. He was starting to reciprocate my flirtatious behaviors, wrapping his arm around my waist and calling me his lucky charm, taking longer looks at my chest, and once “accidentally” grazing my ass. I wanted to make it even more intimate though, and then remembered that I still had my present for him. When a round was over, I grabbed his arm.
“Hey, I totally forgot I have a present for you! You should come open it!” I said.
“Oh, okay.” He followed me as I walked back to the table we had been at earlier in the night. “You didn’t have to get me a present, you know. Just keep buying me drinks!” He joked. We both laughed.
“If I buy you any more drinks I think you might grab my ass again,” I teased him.
“Hey, that was an accident.” His smug smile said otherwise.
“Uh huh, sure it was.” I smiled back, just as smug.
“What about you? Tyler said you’re handsy when you drink, but I haven’t gotten any of that.” Oh, he’s bolder when he drinks, I thought, I love that. I shrugged and smiled at him.
“Alright, here’s your present.” He unwrapped the Slytherin keychain I had gotten him and laughed.
“The superior house!” He grinned. I rolled my eyes playfully.
“Only because it’s your birthday! And although it kills me, I even wore green just for you.” I smiled and gestured down my body at my dress. His eyes followed my hands and then came back up to my chest, then to my face.
“For me?” He asked, exaggerating his words. We laughed.
“Well, it’s a…great dress.” He said, motioning over my cleavage.
“Thanks,” I smirked, “better get back to your table. I’m gonna go find Tyler.” He seemed a little disappointed for a second. I pulled on his shirt collar and whispered in his ear, “Bet on red.” He smiled, and I turned away, making sure to shake my hips back and forth as I walked away.
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I found Tyler and asked him to come with me to the bar. I was so horny now from all the buildup, and I needed somewhere to release it in full. We got drinks, and then found an isolated table to sit at. I sat down on his lap, then started kissing him feverishly. He responded the same.
“I saw what you’re doing to Dylan,” he said between kisses, “Not very nice.” He was teasing, and smiled before biting down on my lip a bit. I shook and smiled into his kiss.
“I’m just having fun,” I tried to play innocent. He wasn’t having it.
“You’re being very naughty. You know what we do when you’ve been naughty, right?” I nodded. A quick look around the room showed us that no one was watching, so Tyler stuck his hand under my dress. He dug his hand into my thigh and massaged it, moving up my leg slowly.
“Touch me,” I moaned into his ear. He dragged his fingers across my underwear, barely touching me, but sending shivers up and down my body. “More.”
“What do we say?”
“Please.” I kissed his neck, and gasped into it as his fingers slid my underwear to the side. He moved up and down my slit, teasing me with the faintest touches. My pussy was aching, and I knew his hand was getting covered in my juices.
I saw movement across the room out of the corner of my eye. It was Dylan. He had left the table he’d been at and was staring across the room, looking right at us. I smiled into Tyler’s kiss, and pushed my body closer to him, made my kisses more intense, and opened my legs a little wider. When I looked back towards Dylan, he had turned away and was walking to the bathroom. I needed two things right now: a dick in me, and to watch Dylan’s arousal. I knew how to get both.
“I need your dick,” I told Tyler, “Let’s go into the bathroom.” He didn’t waste a second, and stood to follow me. I led him the way Dylan had gone, and into the men’s restroom.
The only person in there was Dylan. I saw his shoes under a stall door, and heard deep, slow breaths, like he was trying to calm himself. I pulled Tyler into the stall right next to Dylan’s, but left the door open. Tyler started kissing my chest, and I let out a moan, admittedly making it a bit louder than necessary. He put one hand on my boob, and weaved the other back under my dress. His fingers tapped my clit, bringing out another moan from me.
“Mmm, Tyler,” I breathed out. I wanted to make sure Dylan knew who he was listening to. My whole body was quivering around Tyler’s fingers, and I didn’t hold back any sounds or moans. Finally I heard what I had been waiting for: a zipper. Tyler heard it too and stopped for a minute to look at me, but I nodded for him to keep going.
“It’s Dylan,” I mouthed. Tyler raised his eyebrows at me and held in a chuckle. He stuck another finger in me, and moved faster on my clit. I gasped and moaned. Next door I started to hear shallow breaths and a low grunt every now and then. I felt myself get wetter, knowing I had gotten Dylan so bothered that he couldn’t handle it anymore. Tyler looked at me again.
“Are you enjoying this?” He whispered. I giggled and nodded. This was going so much better than I could have hoped for, but I wanted to take it a step further. Normally I was content to see a guy squirm in his attraction to me, but Dylan was different. I wanted something to happen between us, I wanted to feel the tension reach a new level, and most importantly, I wanted to see his cock. I pulled away from Tyler’s kiss and looked at him, tilting my head to the side and biting my lip, silently asking for my chance. He looked at me, thinking for a second, and then nodded. I beamed, and then kissed him a few times.
“Dylan?” I called out, almost singing it. Silence. “Dylan, we have another gift for you.” Tyler rolled his eyes a bit, and then curled the fingers that were still inside me, making me moan. We heard Dylan shuffle around then, and his stall door unlock. He opened his door and then came to stand in front of ours, still open. I waved and blew him a kiss. His pants were pulled down just below his hips, and he was holding his dick in his hand. I stared at it, and he followed my eyes. I bit my lip and then looked up to make eye contact with him, letting out a tiny moan. This seemed to bolden him, and he started stroking himself. I turned back to Tyler. He pulled his hand out of my underwear, and shoved them to the side. I undid his pants as he pulled my dress up. He pushed me against the wall and got his cock out. I moaned again, then looked to Dylan. He was pumping faster now, and leaning an arm against the doorway to support himself. Tyler plunged into my dripping pussy, and I dug my nails into his back.
“Fuuuck,” I breathed out the word. “I needed a dick inside me so bad.” Tyler and Dylan both reacted to my words, grunting and going harder. I moved my hand to my underwear and put my hand inside, starting to finger myself. Tyler thrusted into me hard, shaking the cheap wall. I could hear his and Dylan’s breathing change, as they both got near the edge. I quickened my pace against my clit, rubbing it like it was a magic lamp, granting me my wish of a strong orgasm.
“Mm, ohh, Dylan,” I moaned, making eye contact with him for a second and then looking down to his dick. That sent him over the edge, and he shot out cum all over the floor. Tyler heard me, and bit down on my lip hard. He grabbed both my hands and pinned them above my head with one arm, then fucked me as hard as he could. I tried to giggle, but it got caught in my throat as I let out a loud moan of pleasure.
“Oh, fuck me. Fuck me, please. Please, baby.”
“Say my name,” he commanded in my ear.
“Oh, Tyyyler,” I screamed as he let loose and cum filled my body. He pulled out as soon as he finished, and shoved his dick back in his pants.
“Now you two can clean this mess up,” he said, and walked out.
Part 2 to come soon. ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jo536k/i_tease_but_i_follow_through_fmm