After an evening of dancing and enjoying drinks, Francesca privately shared with Lesley her fondness for submission. She expressed her desire for both Lesley and me to accompany her to the apartment and explore dominant play. We discussed the extent to which she wanted us to proceed and established a safe word for her comfort and safety. We inquired if she would prefer a more immersive experience with role-playing as the dominant mistress. Francesca explicitly requested to be treated as a submissive, even asking us to address her as a slut. Though Lesley and I hesitated, Francesca insisted and assured us that it was genuinely her desire.
We arrived back at the apartment, our bodies buzzing with anticipation and alcohol. The dimly lit room was filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and nervous energy. I took a deep breath, ready to take control of the situation.
"Alright, Francesca," I said firmly, my voice dripping with authority. "Strip off your clothes and be our fucking sex toy." Francesca hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between me and Lesley. A mix of excitement and uncertainty danced across her face. She bit her lip nervously before finally nodding in agreement.
With deliberate slowness, she began to peel off her clothing, piece by tantalizing piece. Each garment that hit the floor heightened the tension in the room, fueling our hunger for what was to come. Her body glistened under the soft glow of the overhead lights, every curve begging to be touched.
As she stood there naked before us, vulnerability mingled with arousal on her face. It was clear that this was not just a game for Francesca; it was an exploration of her deepest desires. And we were more than willing to guide her through it. Lelsy and I quickly undressed and I stepped forward, closing the distance between us as I ran my fingers along her exposed skin. My touch ignited a spark within both of us - a primal flame that burned hotter with each passing second.
"Are you ready?" I asked softly but assertively.
Francesca's response came in the form of a breathy moan that escaped from between her parted lips. It echoed throughout the room like a siren's call, signaling consent and surrender all at once. I smirked, my eyes locked with Francesca's as I stepped back, leaving her momentarily exposed and vulnerable.
Lesley, always the assertive one, took charge of the situation. "Go fetch the strap-on dildo," she commanded me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And you," she turned to Francesca, "get on your knees and start showing me what a good little slut you can be." Francesca hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her gaze. It was clear that this level of submission was new territory for her. But there was also an undeniable hunger in her eyes - a craving to explore the depths of her desires. With a mix of reluctance and anticipation, Francesca obediently dropped to her knees before Lesley. She looked up at her with wide-eyed vulnerability, waiting for further instruction. Lesley reached down and tangled her fingers into Francesca's hair, pulling gently but firmly. A shiver ran through Francesca's body as she leaned forward, pressing soft kisses over Lesley's pussy. "Mmm. that's it," Lesley moaned softly. "Lick me like the eager little slut you are." Francesca obeyed without hesitation, using just the tip of her tongue to tease and explore every inch of Lesley's wetness. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure - gasps mingling with moans as they both succumbed to their primal desires. I watched them from afar, my arousal growing by the second. This scene unfolding before me was like something out of a dirty fantasy come true - raw and unfiltered desire laid bare for all to see. Lesley's moans grew louder as Francesca's tongue worked its magic on her cunt. I watched, as Francesca eagerly followed Lesley's command to work harder. With each flick of her tongue and every gentle suck, Francesca showed just how much of a submissive slut she truly was. But Lesley wasn't satisfied with just oral pleasure. She wanted more, and she made it clear by grabbing her tits and squeezing them firmly. "Play with my fucking tits," Lesley growled, her voice dripping with dominance. "Pinch those nipples hard, you little slut." Francesca hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flashing across her face. It was clear that this level of play pushed the boundaries of what she had experienced before. But the hunger in her eyes remained undeniable. With a mixture of reluctance and arousal, Francesca tentatively reached up and took hold of Lesley's breasts. Her fingers danced along the soft flesh before finding their mark - pinching both nipples between her thumb and forefinger. A sharp gasp escaped from Lesley's lips as pleasure shot through her body like an electric shock. The sensations intensified as Francesca applied more pressure, twisting and pulling at the sensitive peaks.
I could see the struggle within Francesca - torn between following orders and exploring unfamiliar territory. But there was also an undeniable yearning in her actions - a desire to please that overrode any hesitation or reluctance. "Harder," Lesley demanded through gritted teeth, arching her back in response to the delicious pain coursing through her body. "Show me what a fucking good little slut you can be." Francesca swallowed audibly but didn't hesitate any longer. She tightened her grip on Lesley's breasts, exerting even more pressure on the already swollen nipples. A mix of pleasure and pain played across Lesley's face as she surrendered to the sensations.
I couldn't just stand there and watch anymore. The sight of Francesca pleasuring Lesley, the sound of their moans echoing through the room—it was all too much for me to handle. My arousal had reached its peak, and I needed release. My hand instinctively traveled down to my aching pussy, fingers slipping between my wet folds. I let out a low groan as I began to finger myself, matching the rhythm of Francesca's tongue against Lesley's clit.
Lesley's eyes flickered toward me, her voice filled with commanding lust. "Get that fucking strapon cock and get behind Francesca," she ordered, a wicked grin spreading across her face. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I could take on such a dominant role. But the desire coursing through my veins overpowered any doubts or hesitations. With newfound confidence, I made my way toward the drawer where we kept our collection of toys. The anticipation mounted as I retrieved the strap-on dildo—a very thick, veiny 9-inch cock that promised to fill Francesca in ways she had never experienced before. I fastened it securely around my hips before stepping up behind her. Francesca glanced over her shoulder at me, uncertainty mingling with arousal in her eyes. This was uncharted territory for both of us—me taking on this dominant role and her surrendering completely to our desires. "Are you ready?" I asked softly but assertively, mirroring the question from earlier but now directed at Francesca. She chewed nervously on her lip for a moment before nodding eagerly. "Yes," she breathed out shakily. A surge of confidence surged through me as I positioned myself behind her—my strap-on cock pressing teasingly against her ass cheeks. My hands gripped onto her hips tightly as anticipation built within us both. "Tell me where you want me to fuck you, Francesca," I demanded, my voice filled with a mixture of authority and anticipation. The room fell silent for a moment as Francesca hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. She glanced between Lesley and me, clearly torn between desire and apprehension. But the hunger in her gaze couldn't be denied - she wanted this just as much as we did. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Francesca's voice quivered as she spoke up. "In. in my cunt," she whispered, her face flushing with embarrassment. A wicked smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I heard those words escape from her mouth. This was going to be one hell of a night. I positioned myself behind Francesca, guiding the tip of the big strap-on dildo toward her wet fanny. The anticipation hung heavy in the air as I pressed against her slick lips, teasingly sliding along her sensitive clit before slowly pushing inside. Francesca gasped at the sensation - a mix of pleasure and discomfort mingling on her face. It was clear that this level of penetration pushed beyond what she had experienced before. But there was also an undeniable hunger in her eyes - a craving for more. "Fuck!" she exclaimed through her teeth as I continued to slide deeper into her tightness. Her walls clenched around the cock, trying to accommodate the girthy intrusion stretching them wide open. I held onto Francesca's hips firmly, steadying myself as I began to thrust rhythmically into her eager pussy. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through both our bodies - an electrifying dance between dominance and submission.
Lesley watched us intently, arousal evident in every line of her body. "That's it," she encouraged breathlessly. "Take that cock deep inside you like the fucking slut you are." I smirked at Lesley's words, the obscene encouragement fueling my dominant instincts. With each thrust, I pushed the strap-on cock deep inside Francesca's tight pussy, relishing in the way her walls clenched around it. But I couldn't resist teasing her, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her depths.
Francesca gasped and moaned with each powerful stroke, a mix of pleasure and discomfort etched across her face. It was evident that this level of penetration pushed beyond what she had experienced before. Her hesitation and reluctance were palpable but overridden by an undeniable hunger for more. Meanwhile, Lesley had taken control of the situation once again. Her thighs wrapped tightly around Francesca's head, forcing her face deeper into Lesley's dripping cunt. The sight was intoxicating—Francesca eagerly lapping at Lesley's folds while being relentlessly fucked from behind. "Fuck," I groaned as I continued to pound into Francesca with fervor. "You like that? You fucking slut." My voice dripped with sarcasm and dominance, reveling in the power dynamic we had established. Francesca whimpered in response, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. She struggled to keep up with both pleasing me and satisfying Lesley's insatiable desires—a true test of submission for someone new to this world.
Lesley arched her back and let out a guttural moan as Francesca intensified her oral assault on her clit. The room filled with their combined moans—the symphony of pleasure punctuated by our bodies colliding in a primal dance of lust.
But just as we reached the peak of our desire-fueled frenzy, a momentary pause hung heavy in the air—an unspoken question lingering between us all. Would we continue down this path? Dive deeper into our darkest desires?
Francesca's body trembled with anticipation as she glanced between Lesley and me, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and apprehension. The room was heavy with the scent of sex, our collective arousal palpable in the air. We had already pushed boundaries tonight, but there was an unspoken hunger for more. Lesley broke the silence, her voice dripping with dominance. "Francesca," she purred seductively, "it's time for you to beg Jeanne to fuck your tight little ass with that big strap-on cock." Francesca's winced at the command, her uncertainty flickering across her face once again. She had done some anal play before— but not with a thick 9-inch cock. there was also an undeniable yearning in her gaze—a desperate craving to explore and surrender completely. I smirked at Francesca's hesitation, my dominant instincts taking hold. "What's the matter?" I taunted sarcastically. "Are you scared to take it up the ass?"
