(Authors Note: This is my first threesome erotica. Please let me know your thoughts. Was it too confusing swapping between the three?)
Natalie opened her eyes the instant she had heard footsteps. She tilted her head up to the ceiling. He was coming back down she thought to herself. She licked her lips, still tasting the saltiness of his dry cum from the previous night’s encounter.
It had been only 2 days since he first gave her that wonderful creampie. Since, he hadn’t held back. He had face fucked her, cumming into her throat and face. He had made her give him a boob job, cumming onto her breasts. He had fucked her in all sorts of positions, leaving her dripping with his seed. It had been those 2 days she remained loosely chained to the floor and wall, unable to make it to the bed simply feet away. She had slept in the fetal position against the wall, her rear on the cold hard cement floor.
She heard him unlock the wooden doors to the cellar and began to walk down the steps. She stood up, feeling her muscles and bones ache from the uncomfortable positions she had been in, both during sex and when trying to sleep.
He arrived, fully dressed in a tux with a plate of pancakes and sausage links. He moved to the table near the bed and placed the breakfast platter down. He pulled a small bottle of orange juice out of his pocket. He glanced at her and she simply smiled back. He smiled to, showing off his five o’clock shadow, his strong black goatee and his gelled back thinning hair. He approached her and unlocked the chains, freeing her from the wall. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She softly moaned into the kiss, her cuffed wrists made their way to his chest, digging her nails into his silk vest.
He broke the kiss, and held her chin in one hand “Careful with the material pet. Daddy needs to go to a wedding today”
She let go of his clothing and moved with him towards the tables. She sat down, beginning to eat as he sat across from her, watching her. Clearly, as always, he had already eaten.
“You have been so delightful my dear” he smiled, his charming looks made her wet as she scarfed down her links and pancakes as she sipped on the small bottle of orange juice. “Your radiant body. Your seductive smile. Your tight pussy. I really can’t wait to see your belly grow.”
She smiled and blushed, fixating a flock of her hair out of her eyes and looped it behind her ear. He remained silent for the remainder of her eating hour. She would occasionally look up and stair into his eyes, lusting for him.
When finished, she stood up and returned to the wall, waiting for him to lock her back up but he remained seated, staring at her. It was dead silence for quite a while. So quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Soon, he got up and went to walk up the stairs, returning from whence he came when she called out for him.
“Sir…Aren’t…aren’t you going to lock me up?” she uttered nervously.
“No pet.” He stated without even glancing back to her. He soon began returning his path up the stairs. “I do believe you earned your right to have freedom in your new home.”
The wooden doors slammed shut, the lock and chains binding the entrance. She dashed to the bathroom, urinating and showering. She hadn’t had the pleasure of freedom to walk around the cellar since she had first arrived. She remained under the warm water for a half hour, letting it soak her skin. She remained in it even when it turned cold. She shaved, every strand of hair, on her following the shower. When she exited the bathroom, she re-arraigned the room, sliding the bed back to its original position, hiding the chains that once bound her. She moved the table and stools, making it at the end of the bed itself this time.
Now what? She thought. Hours ticked by. She had paced the room, she had sung, she had recounted books, tv shows, movies in her head, she had sat on the bed and drew on the sheets. She was bored. Utterly bored. Soon, she heard footsteps again. She propped her head up quickly hearing the chains and lock undo themselves. She smiled, spreading her bare-naked legs open so he would get quite a view upon entering. When the doors opened, she heard lighter footsteps followed by the recognizable heavy steps of her kidnapper.
A blond-haired woman in a fancy blue sparkly dress and high heels bobbled down the stairs, holding onto the walls as she smiled at Natalie, leaning against the wall as her kidnapper stood next to her, his tux wrinkled, wine spilt on his vest and his tie already undone with the collar button undone.
“My Pet” he uttered, a giant smile on his face “Id like you to mee someone very special to me. My wife”
Natalie opened her eyes wide. Why would he need her if he had a wife? Why was she apart of this? So many questions raised through her head.
“Well Johnathan, she is quite the doll” she slurred, biting her lip as she drunkenly walked slowly towards the bed Natalie sat upon “I see why you want her to have our child”.
Their child? Oh no bitch! Natalie got a bit pissed, red in the face. If anyone was having a child, it was her and ….wait…his name was Johnathan?
“Pet, my wife, your…. Mistress will join us for tonight’s festivities.” He smiled, walking slowly behind his wife menacingly. “She has been wanting to play with you for quite a while.”
“For too long have I wanted my hands on you girl” she spat, licking her lower lip of its lipstick as she drunkenly moved to the right side of the bed, leaning a hand out and brushing the back of her fingers along Natalie’s cheek. “Such soft skin….so delicate. I so can’t wait to sink my teeth into it.”
“Now now Clara” Johnathan stated, moving to the left side of the bed, beginning to undo his vest, kicking off his shoes at the wall. “Let’s try not to damage our pet too badly. We do want so much more from her after all.”
“Your right.” She whimpered, stepping back a bit and kicking off her heels, before slowly unzipping her dress from the back and letting it fall to her ankles. The woman’s body was curvy, silky smooth, and definitely had the body of a MILF. Giant ass breasts, fake as hell ass cheeks, thigh thighs. Everything. Natalie gulped, glancing back from Clara to Johnathan, utterly speechless.
“Well pet” Johnathan stated, tossing his vest aside as he began to undo the buttons to his white tux dress shirt. “What do you want from us tonight? Specifically, what do you want from Clara tonight?”
Natalie blushed, glancing back to Clara, who was already climbing onto all fours at the end of the bed, slowly crawling towards Natalie, crawling on top of her in a very dominating way.
“I want… to be dominated. To be told my place. To be bred” Natalie choked, feeling nervous as Clara crawled overtop of her. Natalie shrunk into the bed as Claris blonde hair hung down to Natalie’s right, obscuring her view of Johnathan. She smiled, leaning down and kissing Natalie. Natalie had never done anything with a woman before. She wasn’t used to this.
However. The soft drunken lips of Clara were both full of lust and the taste of wine. Natalie closed her eyes, kissing back as she felt Clara move a hand to her leg, digging long nails into her thighs. She moaned into the kiss, leaning up to press her young body against the milf, their breasts pushing against each other, perked nipples to nipples. She felt her legs wrap around the woman’s waist, grinding up against her as she made out with the woman. Clara moaned back into the kiss, moving one hand to Natalie’s left breast, kneading it.
Natalie could feel her bushy crotch grind against her clean-shaven body, feeling her heat. She heard a zipper unzip and the dropping of pants. Johnathan was clearly getting ready to join in. Clara broke the kiss, licking her lips as she staired down into Natalie’s eyes.
“You’re going to be such a good pet. I can see us having so much fun together. So much…alone time” Clara said devilishly. Natalie smiled back before she felt Johnathan grip both her ankles and drag her down the bed. Clara laughed as Natalie’s head wound up between her thick thighs, clasping her there as her nose rubbed gently against the dark bush. She glanced up, feeling Clara sit down on her mouth. Natalie could feel the warm wet flesh of Clara’s pussy. Natalie had never tried this before. This was all so new.
Natalie opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out as she gently licked away at the hairy folds, tasting the warm wetness. Her nose could barley breathe as Clara sat harder down on her face, moaning as she arched her back, kneading her own breasts. Natalie placed her lips around Clara’s entrance and did exactly as what Johnathan was about to do to her own. She sucked, nibbled, and licked.
Natalie attempted to move her arms but felt Johnathan binding them with chains to the end of the bed. She could feel him kissing up from her ankles up to her knee, up to her thighs, until he found her womanhood. She spread her legs open to him, allowing him to suck, lick, and nibble on her own womanhood.
This threesome would go on for a while, Johnathan lapping away at Natalie, Natalie lapping away at Clara. Natalie licked more, lapping harder, nibbling faster and deeper into her flesh. Soon she could feel Clara’s legs buckle and shake. Natalie blushed, seeing she had made another woman orgasm. Clara glanced down and blushed, sitting harder on Natalie’s face making her take more abuse. Natalie couldn’t breathe. She could only smell into the woman’s pubes. She coughed, gasping for air at times. She even moaned when Johnathan had made her orgasm.
After a while, when all three were bored of the positioning, they changed it. Clara laid back on the bed, Natalie was forced to lay atop her, Clara’s legs wrapping around Natalie’s waist, holding her there. Clara leaned up and kissed Natalie, who responded in kind as they made out. Natalie nervously reached out and gripped Clara’s breasts, who retuned the favor, only to grip harder. Johnathan slapped his hardened dick against Natalie’s ass, letting her know, he was about to enter her wet womb.
Natalie felt him enter, feeling his harden cock seethe deep inside her moist tight flesh, feeling it expand and contract around his muscled member. She groaned, kissing Clara harder as they made out, her mouth tasting more of the wine. She could feel Johnathan grip her waist as he slammed into her, pounding away at her like a jackrabbit. The lewd clapping echoing in the cellar as he grunted, the creaking of the bed getting louder the harder he pounded.
Soon she whimpered as she felt him leave her. She felt his cock slip between the two women, feeling his cock massage both their pink clits. He rubbed them there for only a few seconds before sliding his cock deep into his wife. She heard the wetness, the clapping of body on body. She felt empty when he wasn’t inside her. Natalie, slipped one of her hands off Clara’s breasts to move down between the belly’s, rubbing her clit. Clara moaned, breaking their passionate make out session to blush, staring up to the girl
“Your so good pet.” She uttered, moving both her hands to the headboard, digging her nails into the wood “You’re going to be a great breeding sow. I can’t wait for our child to be born.”
Natalie blushed, feeling Jonathan stick his thumb into her asshole shortly before sliding his dick back into her pussy, feeling his dick, soaked by his wife’s juices, fill her. Johnathan pushed harder and slid in and out faster. Natalie moaned loudly, begging for more.
“Please sir! More! Fuck me harder!” She moaned, only to feel Clara’s hand cover her mouth.
“Fuck her harder John…. give your sow everything you desire” Clara uttered, staring beyond Natalie to her husband. Johnathan picked up his pace, slamming harder. Natalie’s breasts swayed against Clara’s, feeling their womanly bodies embrace more. Clara, removing her hand from Natalie’s mouth, moved it to her back and scratched it.
Natalie winced as she felt Johnathan slam himself hard into her, feeling his warm spewing cum rope into her, soaking her insides with his DNA. She panted, feeling the woman claw her and the man mark her with his seed.
She hadn’t had the time to recover as they had repositioned a third time. Johnathan laid on his left side, his legs wrapping around Natalie’s head, forcing her to lay on her left, her face hugging his dick. Clara moved in between Natalie’s legs, lapping at her cum dripping pussy. Johnathan forced himself onto Clara’s crotch, lapping away. They had formed a love triangle, each giving each other oral.
Natalie was forced to take his dick into her throat, sucking hard on an already throbbing member. She could taste his salty seed, and gagged, soaking him in her spit. Clara was focused on lapping up her husbands seed and Johnathan wanted to taste the delicious flesh of his wife.
This would last for possibly the longest 10 minutes Natalie had ever endured. Finally, Natalie was cut free, gaging full of spit and another few ropes of cum that Johnathan sank into her throat. She glanced up as Clara and Johnathan were already putting their cloths back on. Johnathan had already made his way up the stairs when Clara urged him to go one without her.
Natalie watched as Johnathan left, leaving the hatch to the cellar open as Clara turned her head towards Natalie, catching her eyes drifting to her belly.
“Mistress” Natalie whimpered, glancing straight into Clara’s eyes “what….if I may ask….did you mean by…our children?”
Clara smiled devilishly. She hooked her dress strap back over her shoulders as she put her long blonde hair into a bun. “You’re an inquisitive girl, little one.”
She slowly walked towards the bed and cupped Natalie’s chin in her hand, staring into her eyes.
“I am unable to have children. So, your womb will be my womb. You bear the child, I raise it. I mean, you didn’t expect to raise a child down here, did you?” Clara mentioned before letting Natalie’s face go, slowly walking towards the stairs before stopping, turning to face her once more. “That is what you want right? To simply breed but not parent?”
Natalie was silent for a moment. She hadn’t thought about raising a child. All she had was the biological desire to fuck, suck, and breed. Natalie glanced away, glancing down at her cum drenched body before looking back up to Clara “Yes Mistress, that is what I want.”
Clara smiled and nodded “Good girl pet. We are so going to get along together”. And with that, she walked up, shut the hatch and locked it. Leaving Natalie there to feel helpless. To feel defeated. To feel…..nothing. She was going to become pregnant, over and over. Was this really what she wanted? Was this what she agreed to? Now that she was in a bed, Natalie could finally lay there, and explore the fucked up agreement she had made to its fullest content. Hours of thinking, hours of playing scenarios in her head, led her to come up with one thought. She had no choice but this one pathway. To continue as she had agreed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v0pa4u/all_i_ever_wanted_pt_3_oral_submission_creampie