My recent experience in threeway domination.
As some of you might know, I am a polyamorous dominant. I believe that sharing is caring. So what better way to show my care for my partner, than sharing him with another submissive man where he gets to fulfill his fantasy of homosexuality and I get to be the powerful domina.
Below is a recollection of how my date went with our beloved third, Mr. T.
It was a cool summer night in Sydney. The breeze was gentle and comfortable on our skin. I wore a figure-hugging navy blue playsuit with sheer polka dots and plunging necklines. I chose this outfit to show off my gorgeous cleavage and my toned legs. I can feel the heated gaze from my partner P as we walked into the bar to meet Mr. T for the first time. His cute white boy face flushed red as he watched my bouncy tits jiggling inside my playsuit. His slender fingers locked with mine excitedly as we walked into the rooftop bar after many spiraling stairs. we weren't sure if we would spot T easily. But there he is, sitting against the bare wall with a drink on the table. The beads of condensation collected at his fingertips and glided slowly down his hand as he picked the drink.
I called out to him and he looked up from his drink. I noticed his clear black pupils behind his round glasses. These beautiful eyes filled with light as he locked eyes with mine. I felt a sudden heat rising from my navel and the heat spreading throughout my body. Involuntarily, I squeeze my legs together and steady myself.
T got up and walked towards us and gave us a big hug as we picked an empty table with 3 tall bar stools. My partner and T sat across the table from me. I wanted them to watch me and admire the beauty in front of them as my ample chest reflected the setting sunlight.
T chatted with my partner pleasantly about the day and work. I watched his face with curiosity. My gaze brushed over his thick dark brows, his sexy plump lips, and his large hands. Who would have thought that a slimmed figure boy could possess a beautiful cock between his legs that would do so many devious acts later. As I flipped through my mental gallery of his erection, I felt the heat returning and intensifying between my legs. I shifted slightly on my stool and hoped the evening breeze would dry out evidence of my lust.
I couldn't hear much of the conversation between the boys. My body urged me to make a move on T and touch his body somehow. Unknowingly, my feet slid out of my shoe and the black stocking extended closer to T's ankle. It touched his cute socks first. His body moved a little closer to me across the table. He held his composure and continued his conversation with my partner. I smiled at his pretense and knew that I needed to work hard to get his attention.
My feet sneaked under his pants and felt his smooth Asian boy skin. It is almost hairless and cool to the touch. After teasing his calf for a bit, I need to fill my curiosity and check out the beauty hidden under his clothes. The toes traveled up and caressed his knee, dancing slowly on his thighs, moving back and forth along the inner sensitive side of his slender thigh.
His body moved to face me and his eyes became glassy with lust. He knew what was happening and what he expected to do. His hand reached down to grab my feet and held them tightly in his hands. The warmth from his palm radiated up from my feet. My breath quickened as he placed my feet where they needed to go. Pressing them against his excitement and leaving them there to feel its jumps and pulses.
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I relaxed my feet into his hands and let him guide me toward his lust. Slightly curving my toes and pressing them into his rigid flesh, I felt the staring gaze from other patrons around us as their eyes pried into my little dance with T. The gaze made me excited and more daring. It made me want to put on a good show as my inner exhibitionist peeked its head. I looked into T's innocent and harmless face but the spark in his eyes glimmered and said otherwise. He narrowed his gaze onto my lips, and with a bratty naughtiness, he gripped my feet and pushed them into his erection. I knew right there and then, he also liked being watched by others and he is an exhibitionist just like me.
T stroked his cock with my feet. My sheer nylon and his cotton pants couldn't hide his lustful length. As my body touched him, my mind tried its best to remember every detail of his body. My walls were soaked with desire. It wanted to swallow him as a whole and never let him escape from this wet heaven. I wanted to push him over the bar stool and pinned him onto the floor. I would straddle his naked body in its exposed form and be watched by others. I wanted to ride him till he learned how to spell my name.
While I was wondering and daydreaming about how to devour my new toy. My partner shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Oops, I forgot that sharing is caring and I have two boys to play with. I slid one of my feet out of T's hands and glided over my partner's jeans. Immediately, I felt his erection stop my advance. I couldn't help but laugh on the side. I am going to get destroyed very very soon by these two horned-up animals. That thought made me shiver with deep lust that pooled into my uterus like thick hot honey. I felt the viscosity of my nectar seeping down into my black lace g-string and making its way past my sheer stockings and beyond. My walls engorged and contracted constantly. I wanted to feel something inside but I had nothing for it right then. I felt every ounce of pain from my screaming vagina' hunger, it wants to have both of them inside and thrusting next to each other and throbbing against each other and testing its stretch to limits. It couldn't stand the emptiness and denial. I need to unzip myself and crawl onto the bar table and part my hungry wet flesh before these two impatient puppies. Let them sniff my sex scent and watch my honey glide slowly onto the table, thick and sweet.
