[FFM] Inviting a man into our minds… Then our bed.

As we take turns with his beautiful cock in our mouths, I have to pause and wonder how we got here.

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It was the therapist, that’s where it really started. Argument after argument after argument. Our partnership falling to pieces and yet both of us clutching to it no matter how much it hurt. It was natural to seek therapy after that.

I watch as he holds her down. The frantic gulping of cum. The moans of pleasure as he uses my soul mate as a cum dump. Fuck I’m jealous. I can feel the surge of arousal. I know it won’t take much to push me over the edge. All I can do though is drool past the gag and hope that he fucks me.

The first session was good. Better than I had expected to be honest. We even held hands. It was a comfort thing. I was certainly nervous and I think she was too. His voice was soft, melodic. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a voice that I could just listen to before. I think we would have paid for a second session just for that. The time flew by. I couldn’t even tell you everything we said. That night though, wow. We reconnected and it was almost spiritual. Kisses and soft caresses and I remembered just how much she meant to me. As she lowers her mouth to my sex, I cry out. Rapture. That’s the word that describes it.

“Fuckkk… Oh yes yes yes. Fuck me harder sir. Please fuck me harder.” My moans fill the room as his gorgeous fat cock pushes in and out of my slutty pussy. His hand slaps against my ass and I thank him. He orders my partner to lick me and I thank him for that too. My orgasm rips through me and I see it all so clearly. My body is a receptacle for cock. I’m a slut for his perfect dick.

We had argued before the second session. I can’t remember what we even argued about but I threw things. Gods I was so angry back then. Not now, now I know where I belong. But back then. Still, it ultimately wasn’t important. We went to the second session fuming. We didn’t hold hands that time. Sat on different chairs. He spoke to us of hypnosis. Finding the root causes of our problems. He’d been talking a while actually. We just sort of nodded and agreed.

He put us both under. I’m ashamed to admit it took me longer to go under than my love. He explained how weak willed we were. That our problems stemmed from not having an authority figure. Not having a man. It took a while for us to accept that but he stayed with us. Patiently explaining it to us dumb girls. It was nearly midnight before it all clicked in my mind and made sense. Gods but I was so blind.

“Wiggle your asses for me little sluts.” He spoke and we obeyed. God please let him choose me. Please… He doesn’t. He sinks his gorgeous fuckstick into my Sarah’s beautiful ass and I almost scream in frustration. “Please sir. Please fuck my ass. Please. I’ve been training it just like you said.” He does, alternating between the two of us. Sharing like we should.

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