She’s a whore, at least for last night she was. We spoke it over a course of maybe months. She wasn’t really game for the idea of another man joining us, but with the options being either that or my cock inside some random slut’s cunt, she opted that pleasuring herself was far more important than my sick fantasies of her munching another woman’s muff. Sick for her, I should add, not for me.
He was a stranger, the man. We, though I should say she, picked him up at some club we were going to at the time. It was notorious for threesomes, orgies and the like.
“He’s interested,” she came back to me. “Though he’s not down for any gay shit.”
I smirked, “Well, tell him that makes two of us. Did you tell him no anal?”
Her face dropped, “But I thought…”
“No anal for him. Your ass is mine personally.”
She nodded.
We returned to the loft where he immediately started undressing. It was our first time as well, but we weren’t that much of a novice couple. Rather than not let him feel like a shithead, my girlfriend proceeded to suck him off as I started to fondle her breasts and simultaneously removing my own clothes.
Looking up, the gracious whore asked, “So guys, when are you both going to fuck me hard?”