There I sat a happy man; post-threesome, netflix, and chill. I’d always wanted a threesome, and was lucky to be with a girl who wanted another set of tits in the room.
On my lap, my long-term girlfriend Amanda sat in her short shorts and nothing else, and in sweatpants to our right her friend Maxine cuddled into us. Each was topless, hair messed up, and still riding the waves of sweet orgasm.
I hugged my girlfriend tight; I love her so much.
“Pfft.” Maxine scoffed. “Let me show the proper way to hold your woman.” She said.
She motioned my left hand into Amanda panties; making her breath quicken. I held her still wet pussy there for a while, which she eventually grew accustomed too, but being the ever-horny boyfriend I was, I wasn’t quite done yet.
I started playing with her tits; still watching the show, as we all tried, but grabbing and squeezing all the same.
I reached my right arm around Maxine and started playing with her tits instead of Amanda’s, and found it to be even more enjoyable to ambiently play with two women than just one; even outside of threesome sex, two is better than one.
“You’re not doing it right, you should-” Maxine began, but I cut her off – grabbing her throat and holding *her* properly. At the same time, i gently stuck two fingers into my girlfriend’s mouth, she knew that meant to suck on them.
I was gentle with my girlfriend, but not as gentle with Maxine; for I knew the spunky, sassy bitch deserved to be held harder. My right hand released her throat and allowed her to gasp for air. I briefly felt her wetness, which had once again returned; giving me my go-ahead to do even worse to her.
My fingers entered her mouth and eagerly sunk in to the base, violating her mouth much more than the gentle amount given to Amanda. I fingered at the back of her throat, making her mouth salivate and gag, and watched as her hips begged me to give her attention where she needed it most.
Maybe I would be nice, I thought, but i found my left hand moving instead. My hand left Amanda’s sweet, trained mouth, gliding down past her senstive breasts.
While I once again held Amanda properly and teased her with rubbing, I watched as Maxine’s mouth leaked gag spit and saliva. I took my fingers out and she held her mouth open, my hands grabbed her cheek and slowly turned her face towards mine, holding her softly. Red eyes, a sloppy wet face, a wide open mouth; yes, this was the proper look for Maxine, this red-haired bitch of mine.
With my hands in their pants, I did not rub nor finger for the rest of the night; after all, I was only holding them.
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The second day of post-threesome stay, the properness continued; Maxine was too horny all the time to stop me, and Amanda was my trained girlfriend – while this was new for us, she welcomed it with a dirty smile.
“Good morning baby.” I said, smacking her ass behind thin, tight booty shorts as she made coffee.
“Mmm.” She mumbled.
“What was that?” I asked, burying my hand into her shorts and two fingers inside of her.
“OHHhhh- i meant, good morning h-handsome!” She managed to get out.
“That’s better.” I said, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
“Hun, you know I can only let this go on for a few days, mmmmm…”
My hand left her sweet, wet spot and entered her mouth, this time harder and deeper.
“What was that honey?” I said. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
I returned my hand to her pussy – releasing her gagging throat from my touch.
“Nothing, MMMMmmfuuck… Nothing baby!” She said, regretting her words – but she kept her mouth open, like she wanted more.
“Mhmm.” I affirmed.
I left her after that – horny and used, just like I like her – and loving her even more, giving her a small parting kiss and seeing her smile.
I sat down in the other room; turning on the TV. I turned to the celebrity news, something I knew Maxine would sit down for. And she did, still topless and in those short shorts. I motioned her over and to my suprise she took her place in my lap.
“Oh, good morning Mr. Horny. What are you going to do, finger my throat again?” She challenged. The answer is yes, but thats not the only thing I was planning.
The surprise removal of her shorts, my shorts, and any barrier between our sex caught her off guard. So did the immeadiate burying of my giant cock in her small frame, which she slid down moaning to take a seat in my lap properly. Now buried to the base, I pulled her back by the mouth into me, letting her settle in.
Every shift she made stimulated her, it was difficult holding myself back from humping into her tight pussy. I went easy on her throat; she gagged only a little, and licked at my fingers eagerly.
My other hand went to her nipples; it made her shift and buck, her back arched and body slowly convulsed; this was teasing at its finest. I reached deeper into her eager throat, deeper than ever before. She gagged hard, but tilted back and kept her arms at her sides. She was submitting; and watched as she coughed up gag-spit on herself – white, thick, and copious.
Of course she was grinding around my cock at this point, and struggling to contain herself. She bounced gently, almost passively – she understood that she was not to tire herself out riding hard and fast, but to grind and play as if it was normal – as if it was constant.
The domination was too much; the wetness, her nipples, the nature of it all. She shuddered and convulsed around me. Muscles rapidly contracting and shaking. Then stillness slowly came, with shaking orgasmic after shocks – My fingers stopped*”stimulating”* her throat, and retired to massaging her tongue and lips.
I carried her to the couch, where I assumed she would nap and recover. There was one last proper thing to do for today.
“Is that throat ready for me sweetie?” I asked, walking into the kitchen. Amanda was playing on her phone, but getting on her knees was an old trick for her, and she was quickly ready for me.
“Yes.” She said, smiling at me. I bent down and kissed her lips. She wasn’t slowly gyrating her hips, nor kissing sloppily with eagerness, nor spread for me. Was she horny still? It didn’t really matter to her, for her love is too devout – and submission made her all too happy.
I tested her mouth, checking it’s readiness. Not wet enough. Slowly and gently I stimulated her throat, making her sweet saliva lubricate her mouth and gently, lovingly violating her. She stared up at me, stared at my cock hung in front of her. When her mouth leaked, it was time.
I only needed to release her mouth and her mouth knew where its place was – the head, the length, the base – buried into her face like sweet mechanical clockwork. Slowly, her lips went from base to tip, up and down, strands of thick saliva and happy eyes hung on my cock. More, more, more and more; Faster, faster, faster. She was trained, she was efficient, she was happy to serve it.
I periodically grabbed her head and held her down; it didn’t take much force to hold myself into the back of her throat. Her sweet throat was the hottest, most wet spot, it was bliss to my tip and made her face red. But when she would take her breaths, it only took a few before she would give me permission to continue; in the form of a big, wet, sloppy, loving smile.
I held her by her hair with both hands and began to fuck her mouth. She needed it, I needed it, and with a few thrusts I was there. That wonderful set of moments in which I’m close – and I can cum wherever, however I want. I can cum in her mouth while slapping her, I can give one last deep thrust and dump my load into her waiting stomach, I can pull her up and around and finish in either hole of my choosing. But what would be proper?
I pulled my near-orgasming cock out of her mouth, immeadiately spurting on her lips, across her red cheeks, on her forehead, into her open mouth onto an eager tongue, even down onto her tits. She was covered, smiling, out of breath – I held her with a gentle hand into my hanging limp cock, she rested her tired head into it. Yes, this is the proper way to hold your woman.
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