Story by @mudlark.bsky.social
There’s nothing quite like getting your throat fucked by a guy while his girlfriend eats you out. Seriously, it’s an experience I highly recommend everyone tries at least once, if you think you can handle it.
That being said, you need to make sure you’re ready to gamble for it sometimes, too.
They were soft with me at first, which had me worried. Adrian gently kissing my neck while Jenny nipped my ear and undid my bra, their hands skimming over me like they were dealing with a museum piece. I wasn’t seeing the same hunger they stared at me with in the bar when I walked by them an hour ago.
Some people are like that; all talk and no game. I’ve been with plenty of dates who can’t back up a smooth pickup line or two. You go back to their place and all of the sudden they’re a completely different person. They get shy and reserved and you know there’s something in there that can lead to a night of hot and heavy passion.
So you try to bring them back. You press buttons and tease and flirt because fucking someone who doesn’t match your intensity is about as fulfilling as fucking a mannequin with a toy strapped between its legs.
People don’t usually like being reminded of something they’re not, though.
Those nights usually end with me at my apartment grimacing after a frustrated session with my massage wand.
I didn’t want that tonight, though. I wanted to get fucked until I couldn’t walk straight and I wanted my mouth to still taste like pussy the next morning.
So I took a risk.
As soon as my bra fell to the floor I grabbed the outline of Adrian’s dick and looked him straight in the eyes and told him “I bet your girlfriend can make me cum harder than you can.”
His eyes were hard and the room was quiet, and for a moment I thought my future held yet another round of me, my wand, and a wounded pride.
Adrian grabbed a handful of hair, holding my head back as his other hand jammed itself down the front of my pants. Jenny’s claws ran dangerously across my stomach as she came from behind, grazing a fang down my exposed neck. A delicious mixture of pain and arousal dripped down my spine.
“I’ll have you know,” Adrian growled, running a finger across the heat of my lips, “that Jenny and I are very competitive.”
“I’m counting on it,” I told them, and I think you can guess how the rest of the story goes.