Heather and Jasmine had an adorable, loving relationship, the sort that makes you realize just how good things can get. I’d met Heather online and we chatted for many months, sexted often, and came to be friends with her, but things didn’t align so we never met up. About a year ago she mentioned that she got a girlfriend to me and starting posting pictures with her. Sometimes people just look *right* next to each other, and these two matched. They were both between 5′ and 5’2 with long dark hair, Jasmine looking (very) slightly butch, though it may have just been because she was always beside Heather, who seemed to love looking “girly”. I’d texted with Heather since she got into the relationship, congratulated her, and we both expressed our interest in starting our own OF account, something she said her and her girlfriend wanted to do together. I joked about us all collaborating, testing the waters without testing the waters, and she seemed interested. Next thing I knew she was talking to her girlfriend about me, and I was coming over for “a movie”.
If I’m being honest, in my blood, I’m a dom. But just because I love mint ice cream doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy vanilla, and sometimes more. Maybe a switch with a slant.
Just as I had dominated Heather through text, Jasmine was her domme, and when I arrived Heather was wearing a maid outfit and brought us both drinks as we chatted in their living room. If it wasn’t for the outfit Heather would have just been being nice in bringing the drinks out for us, but the way she bent at my shoulder unnecessarily, putting herself on display and staring up at me, was all accented by the clichéd black and white outfit.
“… What was that?” I said, breaking eye contact again and letting my eyes roam. I looked up and met Jasmine’s gaze as I took the glass of whiskey from Heather. She smiled slightly, and I could tell she was studying me as I was them. It’s always all a test.
“I just asked-”
I was still looking at Jasmine, “Yeah, I’m good on ice. Thanks.”
Heather climbed onto the couch beside Jasmine, leaning against her as they both sipped their own drinks. We talked some more, laughed, and I excused myself to the bathroom. I remembered the hugs we’d all shared when I got to their home, how Heather had pressed herself against me immediately whereas Jasmine was warm, but not affectionate. That is until the end of the hug, where she almost imperceptibly stepped closer, leaning in and not letting ago for an instant. Normally if someone analyzed this much, I’d say they’re reading into it a bit much, but I like knowing what people are feeling before they do, and unlike the needlessly anxious, I don’t drown in mirages.
It’s a bit ridiculous, but all this gave me a sense that Jasmine had a plan. Not just the obvious maid outfit, showing how Heather would sub us both to a degree, but something more intricate. So when I returned, I let Jasmine follow the twinkle in her eye.
It didn’t take long until our drinks were empty and Heather got up to replace them. Before she left the room Jasmine stood for a kiss, before almost casually sitting in my lap. She sat on my legs, her head in the crook of my left arm and looked up at me, seemingly expecting a kiss except for the hand she kept pressed to my chest. I leaned over her but didn’t push, and we looked at each other for a prolonged instant, a mere couple seconds which felt glacial. She rubbed her lips together, spreading Heather’s gloss, and I felt the hand on my chest soften, the fingers bend slightly, so we kissed. I enveloped her, leaning down and holding her body in my arms. I could have easily thrown Jasmine, but even as she pressed herself to me, the open palm now gripping a fistful of my shirt, she smiled. I couldn’t help but smile myself as I realized, and we broke apart as Heather appeared before us, placing our drinks to the side.
Heather was breathing heavily, looking between Jasmine and I nervously until Jasmine heaved me down by my shirt for another kiss, pulling me back down when I tried to breathe, a fine dynamic-forming exordium.
I broke our kiss to nip and lick at her neck and ears, nipping at her collarbone as I watched Heather squirm behind her, her hands gathering bundles of her outfit and twisting as she watched Jasmine push me back on the couch and turn to straddle me. Jasmine and I kissed again and she reciprocated along my neck and up to my earlobe, catching my glance over her head at Heather. I looked back down just in time to see her smirk up close as she forced me back again, pressing her body against mine and lifting herself up so that my chin was the one tilted upwards. She rose up further on her knees and looked down at me, my arms around her waist.
As we looked at one another, I kissed her stomach, moving upwards slightly, slowly, to nip at the bottom of her breasts. Jasmine closed her eyes and tilted her head back as I did, and only once I became emboldened enough to pull her down for better access did she kiss me and force me back once again before dismounting and tugging on my hand. I knew she was leading me to the bedroom, Heather still quivering beside us.
“Bring the drinks.” I told her, and followed them both.
Their bed was large and altogether too soft for my taste, with a dozen pillows scattered about, but I wasn’t there for a good night’s rest. Jasmine didn’t bother speaking to me, so I sat on their bed and sipped my drink as she undressed Heather, undoing the corset and giving her a playful spank as she stepped out of the outfit.
“Turn around” came Jasmine’s order to Heather.
Heather turned away from me, her ass already pink. Jasmine gave her a deep kiss, cupping her face in a hand as she faced me but behind Heather. Her eyes watched me from over Heather’s shoulder as her hands slid down Heather’s waist and to her ass before gripping a cheek in each hand and pulling them apart.
My breath caught, and I took another sip to clear my throat, my eyes fixed on Jasmine’s painted dark red nails revealing the plug in Heather’s ass, as well as the vibe in her pussy.
“Its been on low, pulsating all this time” Jasmine said.
I was absolutely speechless, and started to unbutton my shirt.
Heather had turned back around, and grabbed my arm in her hands, “please, sir, don’t. Just lay back.”
I sat back down as Jasmine started to strip. As I watched her I took Heather by the arm, bringing her between my knees for a kiss, as our heads are at about the same height when I sat on their bed. She leaned into the kiss hungrily, starved, her naked body rubbing against my clothed chest. My left hand gripped her throat as we kissed, my right delivering a fresh spank to her ass before running my fingers along the plug and vibe, pushing each slightly deeper, earning her moans.
Jasmine climbed onto the bed behind me and started to tug me backwards, and Heather pulled off my pants as I laid back in Jasmine’s naked lap, her head dangling to meet my lips. I played with her nipple as she was increasingly absorbed into our kiss, shifting herself to lay atop me as her hands ran through my hair. Heather was trying to unbutton my shirt around Jasmine, but while she undid my middle buttons she climbed into bed between my legs and started to lick Jasmine from behind. Jasmine just laid on me as Heather pleasured her, making her way up Jasmine’s inner thighs, small bites accompanying her licks, and I felt Jasmine shiver as Heather slipped in a finger.
With Jasmine’s hips on my chest, and Heather’s hips on mine, there was a constant pressure along my entire body which my entire body tingle, loving the sensation of them both squirming atop me. Heather serviced Jasmine like this for a bit until Jasmine dismounted me and got behind her. Heather and I made out as Jasmine pulled the vibe out slowly, causing Heather to moan into my mouth as Jasmine replaced it with my cock and pulled on Heather’s hips.
Jasmine mounted me as Heather was, just seated behind her, her pussy resting on my balls. She pulled Heather back a bit further and laughed a bit when she moaned, looking down, “You like that, slut?””Uh huh.””Well there’s a lot more, and you aren’t done until you can take it all.”
Heather and I both groaned as Jasmine forced her hips down, my completely unlubed cock torturing us as it was forced deeper and deeper by Jasmine’s ruthless shoves. “Take it all, slut. Why isn’t she taking it all?” Jasmine grabbed my hands and placed them on Heather’s hips- “*Make her.*”
I started to lift my knees in order to thrust up into Heather and Jasmine came laid beside me. I started jackhammering Heather, her arms barely holding her up as I threw myself up and into her. Seeing the vibe beside us, I wordlessly tossed it to Jasmine. We shared a look as I wrecked her girlfriend, and stared at one another as she picked it up and slowly slid the vibe into herself, slowly fucking herself as she watched.
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There’s more to this story, but I’m a bit tired. Lmk if you want more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lb7jqd/mff_getting_involved_with_a_lesbian_couple
Don’t leave me hanging mate….
Definitely need more
I definitely want a continuation of this.