In the throes of a particularly potent wave of sexual frustration, I found myself craving the kind of raw, unbridled pleasure that only an ex-lover’s touch could satisfy. The evening sun painted a seductive glow over the city as I picked up my phone, a silent accomplice in my libidinous scheme. With trembling fingers, I dialed the numbers that still burned in my memory, feeling a thrill of anticipation as the line connected. “Hey,” I purred into the receiver, my voice a siren’s call to the two men who had once laid claim to my heart—and my body. “You both need to come over. Now.”
The room grew thick with anticipation as the doorbell chimed, the echo of their footsteps heavy against the floorboards. My pulse quickened as they entered, their eyes raking over my barely-clothed form with hunger that had not waned with time apart. The air crackled with electricity as we stood in a tense trio, the unspoken understanding that this night would be one of carnality and release.
Without wasting a moment on pleasantries, I led them to my bedroom, a sanctum of rumpled sheets and discarded garments from past conquests. The scent of arousal filled the air as we shed our clothes with an urgency that was almost frantic. I lay down on the bed, my legs spread wide in silent invitation, my body already slick with desire. They approached like hungry predators, one positioning himself at the apex of my thighs, the other kneeling behind me, his hands caressing my ass with a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine.
The first thrust from the front was a shock of pleasure, a reminder of the power they once held over me. I gasped as he filled me, his girth stretching my pussy to its limits. The second man’s breath was hot against my ear, his hands squeezing my breasts as he whispered dark promises of what was to come. I could feel his erection pressing against my backside, the tip of his cock teasing my tight hole. The dual sensation of being filled in both places was overwhelming, my body responding with a symphony of moans and whimpers.
As they took me, one in my pussy and the other in my ass, the room became a cacophony of skin slapping, muffled cries, and the wet sounds of penetration. Their movements grew more frenzied, their rhythm a synchronized dance of lust. I could feel the tension building within me, my muscles tightening around them like a vise grip, drawing them deeper.
Their hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. Fingertips dug into my flesh, pulling me back and forth between them as if I were nothing more than a toy for their amusement. And in that moment, I was. I reveled in the feeling of being used, in the knowledge that my body was a vessel for their pleasure.
As the crescendo of passion grew louder, I could feel their cocks pulsing within me, their desire reaching a fever pitch. My own orgasm was a wildfire, spreading through my veins and consuming me whole. I screamed their names as I came, my body writhing and convulsing beneath their weight.
Their strokes grew erratic, their breathing ragged, until finally, with a roar of release, they emptied themselves into me. The feeling of their hot cum filling my holes was almost too much to bear, a delicious agony that sent me spiraling into another round of ecstasy. We collapsed into a tangled heap, our limbs entwined, our hearts racing in time with one another’s.
For a few moments, we lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies still quivering from the intensity of the act. Then, with a smirk, I pushed them away and straddled one of them again, my eyes gleaming with mischief. “Who’s next?” I whispered, eager to feel the sweet sting of their release once more. The night was still young, and my hunger was insatiabl-
I NEEDED more dick!
You wanna be the one to give it to me love?
I’ll be waiting for you!
