Meeting Francisco again
The last time we met was more than 2 years ago, right before he moved to another country. During the previous 4 years we met quite a few times, it started with spanking, it evolved into bondage, fucking and even water sports, but more than the Dom I trusted the most, Francisco became a friend, we chatted a lot, mostly about our sexual fantasies, but also our relationships and general life. I was excited to finally see him again, although we kept chatting online regularly. Unfortunately I was just passing by his new hometown for the day, so our only chance was to meet for a coffee close to his workplace before I went back to the train station later in the evening.
Francisco was as handsome as ever before, even more handsome actually, as now he had the short cut hairstyle I always recommended him. I could see he kept on working out, probably underneath his clothes he was more muscled than I ever saw, when we met he was not muscled at all, I saw that transformation along the way. A pity I couldn't show him my own progress, I only started to work out after he left.
The café was a small and quiet place, but we kept the conversation decent, mostly about his adaptation to a new place. We had no tabus between us, sharing sexual fantasies or telling about sexual dates were our favorite topics online, but the bartender lady was too close for comfort. When he said, "let's go to my place, it's just around the corner", I was quite surprised, even shocked. Never in our 4 years living in the same city I got to visit his home, I always assumed that was a rule he and his husband had, as their relationship was open but also on "don't ask, don't tell" terms.
As we walked to his place my mind was racing, is it just to show me the place? Or will there be any action like in the good old days? Despite our sexy chats, 2 years is a long time and I maybe we have entered the "sexless friendzone" with the time and distance... I was becoming a bit shy and entered the building almost hesitantly, I had no idea what the rules were from now on, so I just let myself be guided. I was ready to have tea and cookies during a friendly chat, but also to submit immediately to him with all my body. Luckily I didn't have to wait long to know his intentions, as soon as he closed the door he ordered, "on your knees", and not giving me time to obey, pulled my ear down, dragging my head to his crotch area. Within seconds his semi hard cock was out of his pants and hitting my gladly open mouth. I was so happy to reconnect on this level with him, i just closed my eyes and enjoy his cock reaching its maximum size inside my mouth, hitting my throat with increased force while Francisco grabbed my ears to keep my head in place. Oh I missed this... while I sucked him, or better, while I was being faced fucked, he took my shirt off and told me to drop my pants. I managed to get fully naked without ever letting his cock out of my mouth, it tasted as good as I remembered.
I was so much in the zone that I didn't noticed someone else had entered the room, but as Francisco suddenly froze his face-fucking, I reopened my eyes and had a moment of panic, his husband was right there, looking madly at us.
"I thought we had an agreement Francisco, we had one bloody rule and you can't respect that? Who's this whore?"
My heart just stopped, I felt so bad I just wished the ground would open up and swallow me down into oblivion... I felt dirty, worthless and 100% responsible for creating a domestic discussion for my dear friend, this was all my fault. At the same time I was totally paralysed, unsure what to do I just froze, naked and on my knees, my dick ridiculously hard pointing up, while my chin was down in shame. Francisco put his cock back inside his pants and took his husband to the next room, "let's talk", right before living that room, when I was preparing to grab my clothes and leave, "stay where you are, don't fucking move". So I kept on my knees, naked, overhearing bits of a discussion next door and just feeling like shit.
They were soon back in the room, "he's nothing, he's just a stupid hole, he'll do whatever I tell him to do, let's just enjoy it together without drama, please, look. You, look up." Wait, was this bit for me? Before I came to a conclusion a hard slap hit my face, "Open your mouth, bitch", he said while pulling my hair down backwards forcing me to look up to him. As soon I obediently open my mouth he spat, hitting right on my throat with his saliva, ok so this was knew, we tried quiet a few things in the past, but never this. I guess he wanted to assure his husband that I was just a sexual object to him and not worth a second thought despite being inside their home. That was my understanding and I decided to help my friend the best I could to keep his domestic harmony, as much harm that could do to my own dignity. "See? This bitch does anything I say without complaining and will be asking for more in the end. Come here honey, you'll see how nice it is to fuck his mouth.".
Oh, so I was going to suck his husband now? I didn't dare to say a word, his husband was hesitating, but Francisco pushed him, kissed him, said some words I couldn't understand to his ears and finally opened his husband's zipper pulling his cock out. The cock was soft, I think the husband was not yet fully convinced, but I had understood my mission and immediately started to suck on it. Francisco padded my head and I finally felt I was doing something right in that house. His husband cock was quickly coming to life inside my mouth, and I could hear the two love birds kissing passionately above my head, soon I felt Francisco's cock was back out rubbing against my face, spreading its abundant precum from my forehead to my chin. Could I take both cocks at the same time? I could definitely try. And soon both cockheads were rubbing each other inside my mouth. My heart was finally calming down, and my own cock was again rock hard, this was actually nice, even if unexpected and never previously discussed.
In the past we had quite some nice BDSM dates, Francisco was a natural Dom, but we always discussed in detail the limits and fantasies of each other. There were things he liked that were no go for me, like fisting of CBT, even fucking was something that we only did after long insistence and negotiation, I was a terrible bottom, being fucked just hurts me too much. But he did introduced me up to other practices, like bondage or water sports. Always with lots of discussion and respect for my limits, for instance he pissed on me during a shower to avoid me feeling too disgusted, my main fear at the time. I enjoyed it, I felt he marked me as his territory, a thought that turned me on, but I even felt sorry he was so careful, I felt I had a diluted version of the play. I also made him explore some interests he didn't have before we met, like spanking, which he gladly explored on my butt.
Soon I was having a second taste of his spanking skills, as he slapped my butt hard while I was still trying to please 2 cocks with my mouth and tongue. "Enough, let's move to the couch". I looked up and saw the two husbands again kissing passionately and undressing each other, I was again unsure on what to do, I was just a hole waiting for orders, that was clearly my role there. Still on my knees I could finally again admire Francisco's athletic body, he was so lean and hot, I was drooling just by looking at him. His husband was bigger and taller, almost a bear, and incredibly sexy, they made a beautiful sexy pair.
His husband was now sitting on the couch, naked, and I received the instruction to "suck him nice and good, I want to see you making him cum just with your mouth". I took it as a mission and got to work but soon got distracted feeling a finger covered in cold lube probing my butt hole, oh no, Francisco wanted to finger me right there in front of his husband. I hadn't been fucked in years, exactly 2 years, since the last time he very painfully invaded my butt hole with his cock, so now his finger was doing as much damage and I had to let his husband's dick slip out of my mouth to moan in despair, "arghh". Francisco was merciless, he aggressively pulled my hair and slap my face so hard my ear was still buzzing when he said "I told you to suck him nice and good, bitch". I got to work on his husband's cock and tried to ignore the pain when his finger made a second attack on my hole, I was almost getting used to the feeling when a second finger joined the first one inside me. As tears started to wet my eyes I heard his husband say, "easy Francisco, the guy is in pain", I felt so thankful that sucked him deeper than ever before, but Francisco just answered "he can take it, he'll have to take my cock too". Oh I'm literally fucked, was my only thought.
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The entire situation was becoming overwhelming, the mix of emotions, excitment, fear, shame, guilt, more excitment and finally real physical pain was a bit much, and now tears were rolling down my face. The husband noticed and to my surprise, caressed my face and said in a very low tone, only for me to hear, "shhh, you can do it, just relax". This simple sentence and gesture warmed my heart at the same time Francisco was raping my butt with his fingers, "he's ready now", I heard as I felt the fingers sliding off, only to be replaced by his cock head knocking at my sphincter. I took a deep breath, as deep as I could while still having the husband's cock inside my mouth. For some seconds I felt I was leaving my own body, the pain was excruciating, my sould was escaping the body being raped. The husband continued to caress my hair and face while humming calming "shhhhss, good boy". Gaining his sympathy was my main goal since the moment he unexpectadly showed up in the room, so that did calm me and allowed me to cope with Francisco's cock revolving my insides.
His cock was now fully in and I could sense he was very happy about it, fucking me at increasing speed, drilling without mercy. My eyes were still wet but finally I was managing to suck his husband nicely, before while the pain was overwhelming I was just trying to keep my lips around his cock - luckily he didn't complain. Francisco was holding my hips and frenetically invading me like he was close to come. His husband inclined enough to reach him and kiss again over my back - isn't this what they call an Eiffel Tower? Was I being Eiffel Towered? The idea actually turned me on, finally the pain was manageable and my erection was reborning, this was actually quite hot, being fucked by this super sexy couple. So I reached my own cock with my hand to please myself a bit... but it didn't last long, the husband noticed and to my total surprise slaped my face "hands off your cock, you're here to please". I guess the sympathy I felt before was now go, were they both Doms? I didn't dare to desobey, my hand returned to the couch, helping me to better suck the man who just slapped me and that was now grabbing my hair with force, to control the rythm of sucking.
The situation was going on for some minutes, I knew Francisco could last long time at fucking, but I was just wishing that both would cum quickly and release me, the whole thing was a bit much, my plans for that afternoon were just a nice chat with a friend at a café. And then the husband started to moan indicating that he was close to do just that, Francisco sensed that and hold the hand to his over my back, "I think I'll cum too". Oh wow, they were syncronized. And soon, for the first time, Francisco was cuming inside my gut while his husband was shooting directly into my throat. It was almost poetic, their sperm swimming to one another inside my body.
I was too much in the sub zone to question anything, for instance that for the first time Francisco fucked me without a condom, that his husband - to whom I was a total stranger - had no hesitation to shoot inside me as well, I was clearly reduced to a sex toy for these two, but in reality that was also the fulfilment of one of many of my perverted sexual fantasies. I was actually feeling thankful to both, despite my cock still being rock hard and me the only one far from getting a relief. We were all sweating and breathing heavily, Francisco got up and sat next to his husband and they started a tender kissing session, ignoring me completly. I wasn't sure what to do, and just kept my face low, avoiding staring at them.
I was still on my fours, as I was fucked, and Francisco thought that was a good support for his feet, he told me to be paralel to the sofa and just put his feet on my back, his husband soon followed. I was now their new coffee table. Francisco got up again and brought a drink to his husband and another for himself. I felt a cold bottle being place on top of my back. Would this last long?
"Look, he's still hard ahaha", said the husband. "No worries, I know a way to lower that thing". And without warning he goes to my back and grab my balls with one hand and with the other started to slap them. The pain was too much, luckily the husband grabed the bottle on my back as I couldn't keep still. This was too much, for the first time I dared to say some words, "please, no Francisco".
"Ah, he even knows your name!" - the husband seemed surprised, I guess this fact didn't match the quick description he gave of me during their chat outside the living room. Shit, I screwed up again. I was now biting my tongue as Francisco was hitting harder my poor balls, "Look, the dick is soft again, I told you". "Yeah, he knows my name, we met years ago but lost contact since we moved here, I forgot his though, he's just a slut I fucked a couple of times" - ouch, this hurted. Come, let's have a shower and give this bitch something to drink before he leaves, show him we are good hosts.
I was dragged by my ear, pratically crawling as he kept his hand low, once in the shower I was ordered to kneel and close my eyes. "And now open your mouth bitch", I did as told and soon a jet of warm piss hit my mouth, I gaged a bit, but a slap made me open the mouth again. We did experiment water sports years before, but never like this, directly into my mouth and ordered to drink. It was disgusting, I was disgusted, with the situation, with myself, with my stupid dick getting hard again... "Look, he's enjoying", said the husband as I felt a second stream hitting my face. The two were pissing on me after fucking me and cuming inside my body now deprived of any dignity, I guess. The piss was warm, strong tasting, weird, but contrary to my fear I didn't feel like vomiting, if anything I felt more submissive to both of them than ever before, I was indeed their bitch, they should do as they wished.
They finished showering and Francisco told, wash your self, and then you can use this to dry. It was his gym towel, out of the dirty laundry basket. Soon I was drying myself on this tiny towel still wet with his sweat and the sweat of whoever used those machines before him. His husband laughed, but also gave me a sympathy look, he wasn't as mean as Francisco, the real dom in the area.
But as soon as they dressed themselves I felt my time was over, I was no longer needed as a sex toy, and now was just a foreign object in their home. I quietly dressed myself and asked Francisco if I could leave? "Of course bitch, get the fuck out", was the reply. "Thank you for having me, sorry for.. hmm.. just sorry, I didn't mean anything bad..", I didn't know how to explain myself to the husband, to my surprised he hugged me and kissed me on my face. "It's fine, now go". And so I left their apartment, with my cock still hard in my pants. I was too overwhelmed with mixed emotions, but not in a hurry to wank, I knew this encounter would feed wanks for years to come. Sick, pervert, sub me.. what a fucking shame, lol. In fact my main hurry was to discuss all this with my main confident, Francisco of course. Thank you, Francisco.
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