Crumpled with a Hint of Color [MFF]

She made a sound that was the love child of a wicked giggle and a heavenly, broken sigh. That was my reward, or at least my audible reward. The chance to feast on her sex was usually reward enough. Although, in the current situation, it was more like a forced feeding. She was fucking my face with wild abandon. Gliding her cunt over my mouth in a cross between a tease and permission. My tongue and lips struggled to keep up, yet I reveled in trying and I hungered for intimate moments like this, pun definitely intended! I was never a guy that had to acquire a taste for pussy, from my first experience going down on a woman, I was hooked. It was a drug, and aphrodisiac. She definitely was using it to her advantage in this circumstance.

Our flesh a crumpled tangle on a bed only left with crumpled sheets and her crumpled red bra, the last of our garments to be discarded; the last prison her body escaped from this evening.

All I can see is her, her in her gyrations above me, her hands taking mine and smashing them into her breasts. The action is both another reward and an order at the same time. A hint that I better not tease her in any way in this moment. No teasing, just pleasuring.

The wicked giggles are giving way to her moans, which I dare say are becoming more desperate. She always found my addiction to the sounds that she makes during sex an addiction itself. She has even gone as far to see if she could make me cum just by the sounds she could make. While she came close a few times to make me cum by sound alone, what it always seems to do is break my sanity and make me sexually feral instead.

End of the day, that is what she was trying to do again now. She was trying to break my sexual sanity. Strip away all of my control and niceties until all that remained is my unfettered lust. As much as she loved how I could tease, and torment, and control. She loved when my passions were completely unleashed and nothing could hold them back anymore, especially my own self-control. Yes, she loved that most of all.

So I played her game, enjoyed the rewards she so easily gave. I let her have some minor victories by letting some of my self-control slip away. Through the moans she slipped me a verbal challenge, sensing I was still resisting giving up my self-control, “You better give me what I want before I cum…”

It was a taunt, and a threat. My tongue took the bait and gave her clit a final attack. Drinking from her cunt when I still had my sanity intact was always a sweet reward. She came violently. She practically ripped my hair from my head. I milked her tits as if I was milking her nectar into my mouth. It was a taunt, it was a trap as well.

She finally uttered, “FUCK!”

I took it as a verbal release. It was, but not as I expected. There was a moment of movement on the bed that was not made by her or me. I was not aware of someone else in the room watching us, listening to us until that moment of movement. There was a moment where a hand that was not hers or mine grabbed my eagerly hard cock. There was a moment when the head of my cock was kissed by a cunt that was not hers. There was a moment when the body of another woman, straddled me and slid her velvety, soaked cunt along the shaft of my tortured cock, kissing it with her pussy rather than engulfing it. I could not see the other woman because my lover was still straddling my face, acting as a perfect blindfold of sorts. A vicious trap! My sanity fractured. My heart pounded. My lust was far enough along that it welcomed the voyeurism and now the teasing of my cock. My sanity was still holding on to question the invasion of our assumed private affair though. I was torn by how I felt about it. In that moment my tongue stopped moving just as my hands squeezed harder, to hold on to dear life. The wicked giggle was back, but it was not a giggle at all. It was a laugh so laced with sexual power, it almost made me cum by its command and I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that now, now that the shaft of my cock was being used as a toy by a stranger’s cunt.

“I warned you…,” my lover purred warmly.

Her laugh deepened. She went back to slowly fucking my face, caressing my hair.

“…I wanted you to come out and play, and you just had to keep your full desire bottled in. You just had to make me cum before letting your true hungers out…”

The other woman didn’t move, save for an occasional, perhaps involuntary tensing of her cunt along the length of my cock.

“…so now, the bigger question? Did I overstep? You definitely seem unsure of yourself. Your pause was not the response WE were hoping for…”

I was at war with myself. My lust wanted to break free. My sanity wanted me to flee. I cherished our intimacy and that was invaded as well.

“…perhaps her and I should switch. So your cock is fucking me and her cunt is feeding you? I can promise you, she is at least as sweet as I am…”

Suddenly a thought of her feasting on another woman invades my mind, toying with my sexual sanity. Causing my cock to twitch violently against the mystery woman and causing her to grind back against me in response. Another wicked laugh by my lover. A muffled moan by the other.

“…but you don’t deserve that, because you didn’t give me what I wanted. Maybe I should just tell her to go?”

The question made me shift my head slightly, made my eyes dart to get a glance.

“Uh-uh. No peeking.”

She tosses the red bra on my eyes. Truly a terrible blindfold, but she didn’t need much more to help block my vision than that; her thighs and the rest of her body already did most of the job keeping me visually blind to the stranger.

She peels my hands from her soft breasts and she lifted her cunt just slightly away from my mouth.

“Does it help that she has had a terrible crush on you?”

My cock twitched again. The mysterious woman responded in kind again.

“Does it help that I have witnessed her fucking herself while calling out your name, desperately?”

My whole body twitched. I gripped my lover’s thighs firmly, I felt like I would fall if I didn’t, even with the reality I was still lying in our bed.

“Does it help that I owed her a debt and she said to be fucked by you would be payment enough?”

Another twitch, another response, another crack to my sanity. I felt cheap and priceless all at once.

“And that my debt to her is so large, that I felt the only way I could pay it is if you were suddenly not in any control…My original plan was to have you in such a state fucking my brains out and her to eventually join us, I was sure you would not hesitate fucking her in that state as well. When you are like that, you would probably fuck any woman that walked through our door…”

I thrust a bit, another crack…

“…You forced me to improvise. I have to pay this debt. If I cannot pay it with you directly, I have to pay it with something else…”

I pause. I strain not to move a muscle. There is a crumple of paper. Her tone becomes scripted.

“…if you do not want to fuck the woman blindly, that is fine, she will leave…but after she does, I will go join her…and she promises that she will fuck me to the point of forgetting all about you…”

I imagine the scene. Part of me enjoys it too much. Then I imagine a different scene, that includes my cock in my lover’s mouth while this mystery woman fucks her viciously. My cock in her sweet, little mouth, to make sure she only comes close to forgetting me.

“…she will steal me away and promises she will still get you in the end. She knows the effect you have on me when you are in control and not in control. She wants it all. She wants you completely…in control, and not…”

Part of me is furious. Part of me is hornier than I have ever been. Part of me wants to toss both the women off of me. Part of me wants to fuck both of them to oblivion.

“…does she not feel good against your cock, love? I swore when I fingered her yesterday you would love it burying any part of yourself into her sweet…cunt…”

My hands go back to my lover’s tits. She pulls them away.

“…If you want tits to grab, she has a pair as well. You should feel them, they are larger, softer, with puffy nipples that taste sweeter than mine…I came sucking on them, imagining you enjoying doing the same…”

My hands clench into crumpled sheets. My tongue lashes out for a cunt that was almost within reach.

“I know you want to fuck her, so why resist? She can be yours more than I can ever be, now that I am so indebted…unless…”

My hands find purchase on the thighs of a woman I cannot see. They are soft and inviting. My touched caused a moment of silence. As an extra reward, my lover give my tongue her cunt again.

“Fuck her! Please! I want you to. I need you to…you have to want to though…”

I let my hands drift up the soft, warm thighs of the mystery woman and up her torso until I find the large breasts with the soft, fleshy nipples. I twist and all I get is a stifled moan and a sloppy cunt grinding me back.

“Yes, enjoy her! Ravage her! Make her yours!”

I pause for a moment at that last bit. It echoes in my brain, over and over and over again…

“Make her yours! Make her yours! Make her yours!”

The echoing gives way to a shattering. My control is lost yet I have never been more in control of a situation.

My hands leave the breasts and find hips, grabbing them firmly. I grind against her with lustful purpose, an invitation for her to take my cock into her without regret. The woman suddenly is fumbling for my cock, pressing the head of it against her cunt. An invitation returned to me. I plunge my cock partly into her as I groan into my lover’s dripping cunt. The mystery woman meets my invasion into her sex by slamming down onto me in an ocean of want and returns each thrust in kind. She feels so different, my cock a tighter and fuller fit in this new woman.

My original lover melts into relaxation and fucks my face again. Perhaps there is truly a debt to be paid.

My thumb finds a clit that feels larger and hotter than the sun and I circle it while we fuck in frantic grunts.

We cum violently together, too much pent up energy not to. My lover smothers me with her body the other woman collapses onto my lover’s back. I practically suffocate.

An eternity passes. An eternity of drowning in the soft, hot, wet flesh of two women, one that I have known intimately forever, one that I have yet to see.

The first thing I become aware of my cock freed from the wonderful cunt of the mystery woman. I miss it already.

The next thing I am aware of is my mystery lover getting off the bed. The next, the door closing.

My original lover gets off of me and the bed to follow the other woman, without saying a word to me.

All that is left on the bed are the crumpled sheets, a red bra and a black bra to counter it. And a crumpled note. A note that hinted at a foreign perfume. Uncrumpling it, it reads:

“Debt is now paid and now I have a debt to you, to be paid forthcoming…First by her…the naughty, little, slut you consider your girlfriend, at least, for the time being…until I make you forget all about her…perhaps letting her stay as a pet to entertain us…”

As if on cue, my lover crawls back into the room, looks back up at me, and waits. I know the other woman is gone. I can just sense it. My cock is hard again, glazed with cum. I am definitely not in control of my own lust.

My original lover cums before I ever touch her, sensing how in control and utterly out of control my desire is now. I reward her with an orgasm with each and every hint about the other woman I can get out of her. Five hints. Five orgasms. It is not much, but it is a start. Any orgasms she has after that are mere happenstance. The rest are for my pleasure alone. They both released a beast that cannot be caged any longer.

I was in control and I was so, not in control; my lover reminded me how much she loved me riding that edge…and riding her while I was on it. And rode her I did, to oblivion while my thoughts reminding me that I now have another lover to deal with as well now. Another lover to fully discover. Another lover that threatened to make me forget all about the lover I was fucking. It seemed an impossible taunt, yet even so it scared me…and excited me to find out if she indeed could.

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