The way this started out, I was desperate for the man, and the soft, dark haired beauty that he was with was an added bonus. I'd dabbled before but could confidently say that I was strictly straight. But as I sat in her embrace, kissing this unbelievably beautiful woman, I started to consider my sexuality. I began to understand its fluidity.
When Clare leaned in and pressed all her supple curves against mine, my mind was muddled. Her kiss was honey and fire as her tongue explored my mouth. She made the sweetest mewling sounds in her throat. I could practically feel her need vibrate through me, and it was a heady experience.
I almost forgot about Ken, the tall dominant man sitting next to us. Forgot that he was watching. Forgot that I craved his dark mastery of my body. I was lost in her smell and taste. My hands were full of her round, pliant breasts.
After one scene with Ken, I had been hooked. I would grin and blush whenever he was near. I was sure I had no chance
of a repeat, especially when I he told me he had a sub. That is until they invited me to a private room at the club. The private room I was currently making out with Clare in.
Ken pet my curly blonde locks and pressed Clare and I together. I felt him against my side, pressing in on me with a vibrating energy. I was sandwiched between his hard body and her soft one. His breath was hot in my ear, giving me goosebumps and making me tremble.
"She's desperate to taste you Mari. Aren't you kitten?" He palmed her rosy cheek affectionately.
Clare purred and sunk to her knees in front of me. Her small hands spread my thighs while Ken's strong hands pulled my little blue babydoll over my head. I was left bare in front of them. My pink nipples were stiff points. My imperfect body was on display, and yet they both looked hungry for it.
Ken spread out behind me on the velvet chaise, cradling me against his chest as Clare drew lazy shapes with her mouth along my thigh, her nails dragging against the smooth sensitive skin. I could feel his teeth dent the skin of my neck, hands manipulating my large heavy breasts as a tantalizing, wet heat licked the distance of my slit, from rosebud to clit.
I moaned and arched my body, pushing my tits into his hands as I lifted my ass up, offering her more of my cunt. My body was on fire between them. I couldn't recall ever being so turned on.
I dug my fingertips into his thighs as Clare lashed me with her tongue. She knew exactly how to suck and lick me, bringing me ever closer to that precipice.
"Do you have any idea how much you sweet girls turn me on?" Ken whispered against me. I could feel the proof of his desire pressing into me. He sucked the skin behind my ear, flicking it with his tongue. I knew it would leave a mark tomorrow and the thought was exhilarating, pushing me over the edge.
My body bucked almost violently as I came. I could feel each pulse and spasm of my pussy, my cum gushing out onto her greedy tongue. I was lost in a sensory overload, being played expertly by these two lovers.
When my high started to abate, I found my hands tangled in Clare's hair pulling her up towards me for a passionate kiss. I wanted to taste myself on her sweet lips, to lick my cream from inside her mouth. I shared my taste with her, my kiss greedy and insistent, before Ken pulled her away from me and licked her lips for himself.
I was a willing voyeur, enjoying the way their mouths moved together in synchronicity; their kiss was a masterful expression of ardor. I felt a sharp tug on my hair before his lips were urging mine open, his tongue invading my mouth and wrestling against my own. He controlled the kiss easily, and he had me melting against him.
"Sweeter than I remembered Mari. So sweet." He breathed his words against my lips. Clare made an noise of agreement as she nuzzled her face into my soft tummy. I blushed of course, his compliment and her approval, making me glow.
"Up you go babygirl."
His hands maneuvered me into his lap, wrapping my legs around him. I could feel the round hardness of his crown rub against my soaking wet lips. I whimpered, gyrating my hips in a needy fashion. Clare's tongue followed the length of my spine and dipped down to the cleft of my ass just as his cock pushed in past my plump labia. He grabbed my round cheeks, spreading them while lifting me on and off his thick shaft.
Her wet tongue rimmed my rosebud and wriggled against me. I ground myself on him, lost in the sensations. His deep voice rumbled in my ear.
"You're so tight baby, feels so good inside you. And these tits..." he bent his head and bit down on my nipple, making me cry out. "..these nipples need to be clamped."
Ken's mouth moved to my other nipple clamping down with his teeth and rocking his jaw. My cunt squeezed down on his cock, and I could feel Clare's tongue licking my cream as it seeped out around him. I couldn't hold back any longer. My orgasm swept me up in a tidal wave of pleasure; my cunt milking along his shaft.
