[MFM] [Humor] My first threesome didn’t really go to plan…

I was eighteen years old, and this was my first job. I got lucky and managed to get employed with no experience in the casino, as my cousin managed it – I was a waiter. Instantly, it felt like the team had some problems. The team leader, a 26 year old curvy tattooed woman had a little bit of a thing for me, so instantly I was getting some special treatment that nobody else really had. She’d touch my arm here and there, and make comments about me. Let’s be honest – there was a sexual harassment lawsuit right there, but I was eighteen, young, and into it.

After a few months of being there, she hosted a house party for most of the team, everyone that wasn’t working at least. She had a two bedroom flat on the top floor, nice little roof terrace to smoke, big lounge to relax in. It was good. I arrived late to the party, with everyone completely out of it. Suddenly, friends were forcing alcohol down my throat as the usual young house party involved, and after too many shots of Jack Daniels Honey whiskey? The night was loud and fun.

One of the boys stuck into the team leaders bedroom in his drunken state, and a minute later he came out – but something was new… He was holding something behind his back, completely pissing himself. Let’s call him T. T whipped out a big floppy dildo that belonged to our team leader, J, and… Fucking hell. It was huge. Me and T were kinda mates, both joining the team at the same time. J was too drunk to really care, and she had always been promiscuous and open about her bedroom toys. With laughter from everyone, T sauntered back into the bedroom.

J seemed to have thought of something, and she grabbed me by the collar and into the bedroom with her and T, much to the noise of ‘ooh’s’ from the party goers. We both sat on the bed, and she took out a large lockable box from under her bed and opened it. There was everything she owned. And, as an eighteen year old? HOLY SHIT. There were maybe about 15 dildos? Loads of vibrators, rope, gags, she had it all. It was like walking into fucking Ann Summers.

“You like showing everyone my toys, T?” She said, domineering in her tone as she bent down and kissed him. Even in my drunken haze, I still remember seeing their tongues collide and tonsils dance. She started undressing. He started undressing. I… sat there watching them, a soft hiccup escaping my lips. “Gonna join us?” I remember she said, and I nodded faintly.

I laid on one side of her king-size bed, and with the lights off, heard them fumble around. I could see her legs hitched up, spread for him. I could see the shadow of his body in between them, what looked like him running the tip of his cock against her slit. Moans escaped her lips as I lay there, her hand moving to caress my thigh whilst I saw her tits bounce and feet bob with every thrust from T.

But.. Something was wrong. I was flaccid. There was too much alcohol in my system to get hard. She gripped my cock and continued getting fucked, without saying a word about my small soft dick. I’m a grower, and unfortunately, my soft state is more cute than impressive and T, unbeknownst to everything, said something.

“Sorry mate, wanna have a go on her?”

Now, let’s get this straight. T was never good with words. But, if you’re ever having a threesome with a girl – I don’t care how drunk you are – DO NOT SAY THAT.

Instantly, her hand left my slowly growing cock, and she told T to get off. She started to cry. Sobs escaped her at the thought of what T said, making her feel like some object. I sat up, concerned and trying to help – but she shouted for us to leave, and we did.

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