Humiliation, Cock-Worship and Double-Penetration

WARNING: there is some light breath-play in this one.

I get back from work and let myself in, throw my keys into the bowl in the hallway. I’m impatient to see you both. I find him sitting at the kitchen table tapping at his phone. He looks up at me, smiles a welcome.

“Looks like you’ve a busy afternoon ahead,” his eyes are droll, glinting with humour. He throws a glance over his shoulder at the sofa.

I step into the room. You’re lounging on the sofa naked, with your legs outstretched, you cock lying against your thigh, all nonchalance. I’m tickled, I glance between the two of you, genuinely curious. He puts his phone down, turns to face us both. Shrugs at me. I look back at you.

“Take your clothes off.”

I move to the middle of the room. You watch me, he turns further, keeping me in sight. I unbutton my coat and hang it over the chair next to him. I hesitate, confounded by a sudden feeling of shyness. Self-consciousness. I close my eyes, just feeling, there’s silence then a rustle of noise, he’s moved behind me, standing so close, I can feel the heat from his body. I let myself relax, feeling his presence behind me.

Keeping my eyes closed, I slowly undo the buttons of my blouse, aware of my breath. I reach the last one and the material parts. Again, I hesitate. There’s a whisper of movement and my blouse is lifted from my shoulders. My eyes snap open. My blouse is in his hands. He slips the blouse from my body taking care not to touch me, folds it over the chair.

You’re watching, patient, your cock semi-hard on your thigh.

I undo my skirt, it doesn’t need any help, slips down over my stockinged legs and I step out of it. I bend over, pick it up and he takes it from me, putting it neatly with my blouse and coat.

I unhook my bra, you have a greedy look to you, I swallow. He lifts the straps up from my shoulders, pulls them slowly down my arms and my tits are revealed.

“That’ll do. Come here to me.” I hear the undercurrent in your voice, and it thrills me. He sits down again.

You pat the sofa and I position myself between your thighs. I let your cock glide into my mouth, sucking you in, lips gliding over your contours. Deeper, so slowly deeper you go until my lips are wrapped around the base of you and I can no longer breathe. I hold you deep in my throat, until I can’t hold my breath anymore and I lose my battle with my gag reflex. I slide off your cock, catching my breath, sucking in air, then I suck your balls into my mouth one at a time, letting them loose and sucking them in again. I lick your balls and the base of your cock. Expansive, greedy licks, my tongue wide and flat. I feel where you shaved yesterday, the slight stubble on your balls scratching over my tongue. Then I suck them in, tease them in my mouth with my tongue. I’m damned horny for you. You smell so good, that animalistic scent, maybe it’s pheromones, I have no idea, but you smell so bloody good.

I lick, suck and kiss my way back up your shaft, covering it with saliva, making it super wet. Then I take the base of you in my hand. We lock eyes and I let your cock roll over my cheek, pressing you to my face, we both love this objectification of your cock. I’m already soaked, thighs wet through my knickers. You let out a guttural grunt, watching me. I tease your cock against my face, taking your head into my mouth, then rolling it around against my lips, chin, down my neck and up again. Licking, sucking, sliding, covering my face in my own saliva.

“Change of plan,” you say, “get up and lose the knickers.”

I get up. Glance at him. He still sitting, watching us. His offers me another smile, eyes fixed firmly on mine, despite my near nudity. I pull my knickers down my legs, step out of them. Still watching my eyes, he holds out a hand and I give them to him. He lets them run through his fingers, feeling how wet they are. He sniffs his fingers, runs them from his nose to his lips, his eyes darkening, he tastes my wetness. Mmmh!

Two minutes later and I’m on my knees before you, kneeling on our latex sheet. You’re standing over me, cock presented, and you have a bottle of olive oil in your hand. You signal at me to get to work, so I take you into my mouth and deep into my throat. This time when my gag reflex overpowers me and I start to slide off you for air, you grab my ponytail and force me back down, then oil drips onto my face, my lips at the base of you. I pull away in surprise and manage a couple of shallow breaths before you force me back again and more oil trickles over me. You pull out of me and holding my face up by my ponytail, you give him the oil, take your cock in your hand and rub it all over my face, smearing oil all over your cock and my face. My clit is pulsing with pleasure. I’m a humiliation slut, I love this.

He’s leaning forward in his chair, bottle in hand, watching my humiliation. He gets up.

You push your oiled cock into my mouth, the slickness covering my tongue. More oil pouring over me, I hold my breath, waiting for the stream to stop. Your grip on my hair points my face upwards, the oil falling from my chin, over my tits, pattering down onto the sheet. I need to breathe, but still he pours and my stockings become saturated.

It stops. You pull your cock out and start rubbing it around my face again, I suck in my breath. In and out of my mouth you glide, over my cheeks, against my ears, my hair and back into my mouth. I take it all with pleasure, my cunt is dripping, I feel the wetness on my thighs.

He strips off. Cock in hand he stands next to you, you guide my head to him. He drips oil over his cock and rubs it against my face. He pushes into my mouth, and you force my head down on him. I take him to the hilt. I feel your cock on my cheek. You both rub yourselves over my face, occasionally your cocks touch; it thoroughly thrills me.

I don’t want it to stop, so I consciously keep quiet, but I’m getting absolutely desperate to be handled.

He goes behind me, oil runs down my back, between my cheeks down over my already wet inner thighs. You let go of my hair and step back. I turn, see his body glistening with oil. He’s put the bottle down. He grins a challenge at me, and I answer him with a grin of my own. He gets down on his knees and I turn to face him: too fast, my knee slides sideways, pitching me onto my ass. He advances, grabbing my body so my tits are mashed hard against his chest … oh that feels good … and he pushes me downwards. My stockings give me enough purchase to twist, and I move. He loses his balance in the oil and goes down, grabbing me, pulling me down on top of him. I try to get out of his grip, but he’s too strong. I lie still on top of him, tits crushed to his chest again, the tip of his cock tickling at my cunt. After a moment, his grip loosens and I spin, he grabs my wrist and holds on, grabs the other. His grip tightens.

“No escape, little bird.”

I’m lying on top of him, face up, trapped by my own arms crossed over my body. I rise and fall with his breathing. His chest hair tickling at my oiled up back, his cock still tickling between my legs. I squirm my hips, teasing us both.

You kneel beside us sweep your hands over my oiled-up body, fingers flick at my nipples, my clit.

“Don’t get up,” he says and lets my wrists go. I obey. He reaches for his cock and I know what he wants. I lift a hip a little, to give him better access, he pushes his cock against my ass. You grab lube, pump it onto his cock. He rubs it on and tries again, pushes in.

“Mmmh!”

He fucks me _slowly_ as always. This time I don’t mind it. I get completely mindful of what he’s doing, how every part of me feels. His cock slowly filling my ass, not quite pulling out and filling me full again. His breathing rocking me, the noises he makes reverberating through my body, the oil, how close it brings us. He steadies himself with one arm. The other is slung over my side, up to my opposite shoulder. He holds me against him, and I let myself relax into his embrace.

You’re looking down at us, watching, your smile is approving. You lean down, kiss me. It’s deep, sensuous, relaxes me further.

You position yourself over his legs, stroke your cock over my pussy, push slowly in, matching his speed. I lift a leg and you hold it up for me. I reach down, the very tips of my fingers touch your balls, I keep them there a while, feeling them barely moving against his, your thrusts almost exactly matched in tempo and depth. The feeling of your balls together, the fact it’s happening, despite you having no sexual interest in each other is a mental firebomb! I sigh out my building contentment, my rising heat, let my leg relax back down and become completely still.

I have an emotional release; intense joy and I realise I’m crying without sound. The fucking is tender, gentle and fills me completely. I find I don’t want to move; I just want to feel the two of you fucking me. I do absolutely nothing but feel and it is _just_ amazing.

Eventually, he comes in a series of sensual grunts, gratifying me. He pulls out and puts his other arm around my stomach, holding me to him while you fuck me slowly, taking your time, until, you reach your own intense, shuddering orgasm.