Anyways, I had to scramble to figure out moving. Except then, as important as Feminist Pornographer is to me, I realized I just didn’t have the time and energy to scramble. Blogging with my affiliate links is not anything close to being a regular income — I have a serious professional day job, completely unrelated to anything sexy, unfortunately. Which is one of the reasons I’m teed off at Blogger for shutting me down — I think I am in line with their policy. But I gather, from other’s discussions of Blogger, that perfectly innocent blogs get shut down there, due to the imperfections of Blogger’s automated anti-spam measures, and that prompts a lot of moves from Blogger to Wordpress. Plus, I’d like to get more serious with Feminist Pornographer, so here I am, hopefully free to do what I want.

Well, I have made some progress on moving, though, no?  All my blogger posts are up.  Except, I thought I moved my pictures over, too, but I just now saw that they are no longer up.  So, ugh, I have to go figure that problem out … moving is a pain in the ass.  Hopefully, I’ll get the pictures back up and you can admire C giving me some real ass pain here and here.  In the meantime, I think it’ll be another month before I get things running smoothly here and start blogging regularly again.

Check back soon for more pictures, erotic stories, and essays.  And head on over to ishotmyself.com to check out my new collection of nude pictures, called “Du_Jour” by “Philomena.”  Here’s an unpublished sample — not included in the final folio because it shows no exciting naughty bits — the ones at ishotmyself.com are much much more revealing … Click the link for %10 off a membership

You may also want to check out this cool blog by one of my favorite feminist pornographers: tastytrixie.com

But really, you should go watch the video (!).

I really enjoy his description of his cumming-on-pictures videos as “tributes.” I find it clever and totally hot – the renaming of something that some would call degrading. Debase, objectify and worship me – yes!

Background: I have a story to tell. It’s a story about body image, porn, sexuality and relationships. Its main characters are myself; my aunt; the internet; its technological cohorts; and D, J, and M – three men I have, for lack of a better term, dated – in that order. Stories told in chronological order are nice, but I don’t want to tell this story starting from the beginning and proceeding to the present. I need to tell it in bits and pieces, not necessarily in order, with breaks in-between for essays on related topics that aren’t at the heart of my (our?) story, yet are topics that also compel me to write. Hopefully, the collection of these vignettes about my lovers, cybersex/porn and the deceased aunt I miss – hopefully, they will form some sort of coherent whole.

When he called and told me I had an hour to get over to his condo, I thought we would be alone. But there were two other guys in the living room. One kicked back on the couch drinking a beer. The other looked slightly bored while flipping through some porn on M’s computer.

M told me to take my overnight bag upstairs to the bedroom, and then come back downstairs for a drink. His voice and his body language was upbeat, warm, just like I’d remembered. And he flashed me one of his easy smiles. That smile had made me feel giddy yet calm the few times I’d seen M in person. But it wasn’t quite working this time. I felt really nervous and a little upset while walking upstairs. The first time he agrees to see me in 4 months, and there’s two guys I’d never met! And that one of the guys was looking at porn—that added to my nerves. Porn makes me feel uncomfortable, prudish, jealous and inadequate as often as it turns me on. My lingering worries about whether M would ever be pleased with me as a submissive—whether I could please him as much as the porn models do, despite my refusal to get any implants, despite my problem with being, as he put it, rude—those worries had also set me on edge about this visit.

All this was bad enough, but joining them for a drink? I thought I had told M that I don’t drink. Didn’t he remember? Would he try to make me drink with them? There were so many things I had either resisted or outright refused to do for him—would he put up with another boundary? Would I put up with it, if I felt like he was pushing another boundary? And drinking was yet another issue I felt self-conscious but adamant about, just like I felt about breast implants. I’m really not interested in drinking, but when I find myself in social situations involving alcohol, it can be a bit awkward to be the 32-year-old who has never had even a beer or a sip of wine. I sometimes feel like a child among adults.

I tip-toed back downstairs and poked my head around the corner of the stairs. M was sitting on the bottom steps, saying something about how “they’ve both been hard to train. Sometimes I want to slap them silly, they frustrate me so much.”

M looked up at me, smiling warmly again, “Go sit on the couch next to Jeff.”

I glanced up at Jeff and then the guy at the computer as I sidled past M and across the living room. The guy at the computer was looking me up and down with the same bored facial expression he’d been giving the images on the screen.

As soon as I sat down, M piped up again, a little smirk in place of his warm smile, “What would you like to drink, Marilyn?”

I flushed bright red and stammered, “Um, I don’t drink. Could I just have some water?”

M chuckled a bit, “You can have some water, but I think you need to drink something more substantial, too. Something that will relax you. Something that will make you feel good.” Jeff and the guy at the computer smiled, too, wolfish little grins that simultaneously scared me and made my pussy tingle.

M got up and went to the small kitchen off of the living room. After I declined his offer of ice, we watched him run a glass of tap water, get an empty wine glass out of the cupboard, and then two opaque bottles out of the fridge.

He sat the four items down on the coffee table in front of me. It occurred to me then that the table looked really clean, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Hey, the coffee table is all clear. It was really messy the last time I was here.” I meant to sound sweet and impressed because I was—I didn’t keep my house so clean. But M shot me a look.

Jeff spoke up, “Dude, cut her some slack. She’s right, and it’s not like you’ve been cleaning up around here. You’re letting Amy do that, aren’t ya?”

Amy? Who’s Amy? The other sub he’d been seeing?

“That’s not the point. Marilyn has a real problem with being rude, and I’m not letting it slide.” He looked straight at me, stern but forgiving, “You’ll make up for that smart-alec remark later. But right now, we’re going to give you a treat and show off some of your new skills to my friends.” He paused, “You’re a smart sub, Marilyn. What’s in the bottles? It’s not alcohol.”

I knew now what he’d served me. I’d been so resistant to the idea when he first asked me. I thought it was totally disgusting. I said as much when I said I would never do it. That was my first rude comment back in the beginning, back when M really liked me and hadn’t decided I was rude and took too long to cum. But the idea started to intrigue me, and soon, I was back-pedaling on my “never.” Fuck, soon I was masturbating to the idea. No wonder he pushed my boundaries—I wasn’t very consistent about this one.

I thought about all this as I replied, “Cum?”

“Yup, good girl…smart little sub…smart-alec little sub. The grey bottle is the cum from when Amy jerks me off. Do you want to try some of that first?”

I nodded slowly. I was excited, but I was also jealous that this Amy had gotten to jerk him off enough times to fill up a whole bottle with his cum, while I had only gotten to suck his cock and fuck him once. And I was still nervous. The idea of drinking his cum out of a glass had become a hot fantasy, but what if the reality was more like my initial gut reaction: totally gross?

“Pour yourself half a glass.”

I uncapped the bottle and poured some, thick and viscous, into the wine glass. I’d never drunk any actual wine out of a wine glass, but I was about to drink cold sperm out of one. Was I a childish abstainer or just a hardcore sex fiend at heart, preferring perverted adult pleasures like cum shots over standard adult pleasures like fine wines?

I glanced up at the guy at the computer. He looked interested in me now … he’d unzipped his pants and was stroking himself. The sight of his rock hard cock—that made me feel the calm that M’s smile normally made me feel. I knew M would like it that I was turning on his friend. I knew then that M would be rock hard, too, and that Jeff was probably hard as well. That was a good thing—M always said that hard-ons are a submissive’s only responsibility.

“Marilyn, you’re going to drink my cum in 8 sips. The last one might be more of a big swig than a sip,” he smiled. Then he added, “Every time you swallow, you’re going to come.”

I nodded slowly again, “Yes, sir. But…?” I hesitated, torn between the risk and the rew
ard of what I was about to do.

“Oh, I know what you’re wondering you little worrywart. I was tested 3 weeks ago, and Amy was tested last week. My friends may want to add a shot to your glass, so I made them go see the doctor, too. We are all clear. This is as risk-free as you’re going to get without sticking to a safe little latexed and monogamous sex life, Marilyn. Are you prepared to risk it?”

I was. I lifted the glass and smelled it. God, it smelled good. M’s cum. How I had longed for months to taste it.

First sip … it was thick and salty in my mouth, still cold from the fridge. That was oddly refreshing. Cum was normally warm when I tasted it. It wasn’t gross at all like I’d feared—I savored the salty flavor.

The guy at the computer stroked himself harder, marveling, “She likes it. No wonder you keep the little bitch around, M. That ain’t an easy thing to find, a chick who digs cum like that.”

And then I swallowed. The orgasm overtook me. It was small but immediate. I cooed and shivered slightly.

“Good girl. Very good girl. Next orgasm will be harder.”

Second sip … I noticed a subtle flavor I hadn’t detected in the first sip. A tang you don’t appreciate when going through the motions of swallowing after a standard blow job. God, I know I sound a bit like some of those pretentious wine buffs that bore me and make me feel dumb at parties, but what can I say? I was developing my palate for cum. M was turning me into a cum connoisseur.

I swallowed again. The second orgasm went through my body in strong waves. I moaned. I felt light-headed.

Third, fourth and fifth sips went by in a blur of orgasmic contractions. I was no longer savoring the flavor as much as I was enjoying feeling intoxicated … drunk on M’s cum and the multiple orgasms he could force out of me by mere suggestion.

Before my sixth …well, I was swigging the stuff more than sipping it by that point, so before my sixth swig, the guy at the computer couldn’t control himself anymore. “Girlie, you’ve got another shot you’re gonna have to do. Bring that wine glass over here and finish me off.” I jerked him off into the cup, which was really exciting but I wondered when I’d get to stroke M’s cock.

Picture from spermcocktail.com

The nameless guy came, grunting and snorting a bit as his warm cum dripped into M’s cold cum, and then he watched me intently. M sure was succeeding at turning me into quite the slut, jerking off some guy whose name I didn’t even know. But I felt like I had gained some upper hand over anonymous guy, or maybe the intoxicated feeling made me cocky. At any rate, I had his full attention, and it seemed appropriate to milk it. I took my finger and stirred his cum into M’s. Slowly. Deliberately. And then, just as slowly and deliberately, I licked my finger. Oh, but being so cocky about it was foolish. I was so focused on trying to impress him that I forgot to set the glass down before I swallowed. As soon as I swallowed, I came hard, harder than before because the mix of two guy’s ejaculate was even more powerful. I almost dropped the glass as I writhed around, shaking all over my body. After I was done cumming, M took the glass from me and pointed out some of their cum spilt on the carpet.

“You’re not going to let that go to waste, are you?”

God, I was out of control. I dropped to my elbows and knees and licked their cum off the floor, doubling over with lengthy orgasmic contractions spreading out from my pussy to the tips of my toes and up to my face.

M pulled me up onto his lap, stroking my hair and squeezing one of my tits as he told me how good I was doing, showing off my talents and his training to his friends, how orgasmic I had become from months of practice at his orders, showing him how devoted I was to pleasing him by developing a hunger for cum.

“You’ve got one more sip left. Can you handle it?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Tonight’s been a big night for you so far. We’ll give you a break after this, but we’re not done yet, ok? We’ve got another bottle filled with something extra special, and you still need to make up for that rude comment.”

“OK. I’ll do my best.”

“Good girl. Your dedication is why I’ve kept you around. You always show improvement. That pleases me.”

He held the glass up to my mouth, and I slurped up the remaining cum. His pep talk and lecture had brought me back down to earth a bit, enough for me to enjoy the taste again. Tangy. Salty. M’s cum with a hint of the anonymous guy’s mixed in.

I swallowed, and it seemed like the cumming went on forever. I was wrapped up in M’s lap. He continued to squeeze my tit, making my nipple get hard before squeezing the other. As the orgasm died off, I still felt the pleasure in my nipples as he played with my tits, and my pussy kept on throbbing as I went limp in his arms.

“Good girl. We’ll let you take a break. Go sit back on the couch.”

The anonymous guy stood up, shaking hands and thanking M, saying how he wished he could get Becky to drink his cum like that and he wished he could stay to watch me drink the second bottle. I guess whatever was next, it would just be with M and Jeff…

The moment I knew that I’d become way too lenient was when B had me pinned down and his hard cock was pushing against my asshole for a second time that night. He knew good and well that I was adamant about this issue: my tiny woman’s asshole can’t take more than one pounding in a day, and I had already been generous, letting him fuck me hard in my pussy and ass only an hour before. Clearly, I needed to put him back in his place. Who did he think was really in control in our relationship? No matter how many times I allowed him to dominate me for fun, it wasn’t him. Nope, I’m the one with incriminating photos of him sucking cock and wearing my panties. I have ultimate control.

I got calm and quiet and whispered lovingly in his ear, “I know you are horny, but just stop for a moment and think about whether you want your boss and your friends to have the image of you sucking cock burned into their brains.” That threat did the trick every time B’s dominant nature got out of control.

He let go of my hands then, which freed me up to reach down and spank him hard. I was so certain of the necessity and morality of spanking him (he had been way too uppity lately) that it didn’t even hurt my hand to swat him hard enough to make him cringe and wince in pain. I gave him a good 20 swats before I stopped and told him to lie down on his back.

He knew what was coming then. It was time for him to do one of the things that most pleases me. I straddled his face, while facing his cock and then I planted my full round ass and pussy onto his mouth and nose – mercilessly – for him to lick me. I nestled myself so far down onto his face that he had to periodically force his mouth out from underneath my ass and then past my pussy lips in order to gasp for breath.

He was finally starting to behave like a good boy again. But I felt I needed to really teach him a lesson. He needed to learn some empathy. If he thought it was no big deal to pound my ass twice in one night without giving it a break to recover, he would soon understand how big of a deal it was. I thought that John, the gay guy I found on Craigslist for B to practice sucking cock on, would be happy to help me. It was time to grant John his request to fuck B.

The next day, I called John. I told him that I wanted B to take it twice in his ass in one night. John was very happy to hear from me, but he said that he’d probably only be good for fucking B once, so what if he brought along one of his fuck buddies? The idea of B being tag teamed by two different guys was so hot, I had no reservations. I readily agreed and proposed that John come over that night and bring a friend.

John was supposed to show up at 9, so I started warming B up around 8. First, he got a good paddling. Then I let him fuck me for a bit, but he wasn’t allowed to come. Around 8:30, I told him to get out one of the liberator wedges and place it in the middle of the bed. Next, I had him retrieve my rope bag and get out 4 15-foot lengths. Finally I had him lay on his back on the bed and Liberator wedge, such that his ass was propped up into the air by the wedge and he had to hold his legs up and spread apart, while I tied his wrists and ankles up, so that he couldn’t go anywhere. This would really teach him a lesson – being restrained and fucked in the ass by two different guys.

The doorbell rang at 9pm sharp, no more than 5 minutes after I finished the final tie on B’s ankle. The doorbell startled B – he looked worried and asked, “Who’s that?”

I smiled and called back through the hall as I headed for the door, “John and an anonymous friend of his. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make them be gentle with you.”

I answered the door and John’s friend was quite the dish – tall, wickedly handsome, buff college kid. A much bigger guy than John or B.

He smirked at me, “I hear you’ve got quite the obedient straight guy ready to get fucked.”

I liked this kid’s swagger and responded in kind, “Yes, I do. You going to give it to him hard?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, follow me, then.”

I led them back to B, who was all tied up, helplessly.

“Which one of you would like to take this virgin ass first?”

John was already unbuckling his pants, saying, “I won the rock, paper, scissors contest on the way over here.”

Now, this moment – B’s first ass-fucking – obviously needed to be captured on video. I decided I’d bite the bullet and play camerawoman for at least a while, even though I would have liked to be straddling B’s face as he took it from these guys.

John was careful – he was gentle just like I promised. He fingered B’s ass first, using lots of lube, and then he penetrated B slowly with his latexed cock – pushing in an inch at a time and pausing with each of his thick 5 inches, allowing B’s ass to relax fully before starting to pump in and out. I figured it would be best for B if it was gentle, but I wasn’t sure. B looked kind of terrified. Maybe the slow and gentle start to the ass fucking only prolonged the agony of B’s second forced homosexual act.

I didn’t like B looking that unhappy. I much preferred for him to be confused when I humiliated him – confused between pleasure and pain. So after I got enough video to mortify B, I set the camera down and started sucking B’s cock. He got hard right away, and the look on his face changed from terror to bliss. Lovely – one guy moaning from a blow job and one guy moaning from shoving his cock into the first guy’s tight asshole.

John was on fire when he came in B’s ass. I lifted my head up off B’s cock so I could watch it, and it was really sexy – John had a great O face. And B looked just like I liked him – torn between his two heads – the thinking head was embarrassed at what I made him do but the cock head loved my sucking.

The college kid was already raring to go right after John came. He’d stripped down, revealing a young hard body and a somewhat narrow 8-inch cock. As I said, this kid was a real dish.

I stroked B’s cock while watching the college kid enter B’s ass in one thrust. Ouch. Even though B was stretched out from John’s cock, that thrust must have hurt because it went three inches farther in than John did. B moaned – I wasn’t sure if it was a moan of pain in his ass or pleasure on his cock. But I decided I deserved some pleasure out of B, just as much as John and the college kid were getting.

I stripped down and straddled B – not his face like the night before but his hard cock. Oh man, now that was the pinnacle of my sex life – riding B’s cock while a guy rode B’s ass. I came hard and fast, over and over again, until both B and the kid were close themselves. The kid started coming first with his head tipped back, his eyes closed, and several soft short “aah, aah, aah” noises escaping from his parted lips as he thrust as deep and hard into my boyfriend’s ass as he could. B was right behind him, exhaling, with his eyes squinted tightly closed and his sexy pouty mouth quivering like it always does – his orgasmic groans sounded like a wimper that always left me feeling satisfied, like I’d done my job of draining him dry.

As the college kid and John made their exit, I planted myself back onto B’s face – “Lick your cum off my pussy and remember that the next time you try to fuck my ass twice in one night, I’ll invite these guys back over to fuck you twice instead.”

I had put some time into writing my craigslist ad. I was definitely looking for something specific.

MW4M.

I was the W in the threeway I had in mind, but I wasn’t interested in having two cocks in me. My ad read, “Petite curvaceous blond girl seeks gay guy to help me take advantage of and turn the tables on my tall handsome dominant and *straight* boyfriend. I’ve used my womanly wiles to take power in our relationship – he’s ready and willing to do anything I want. What do I want? To watch him suck and gag on a nice hard cock the way he’s always made me suck and gag on him. Also, I plan to participate by pounding his ass with my strap-on so he is filled on both ends. Send a picture and description if you’re interested in seeing ours and meeting up.”

I had some more specifics in mind for the guy who’d be perfect for us. Ideally, I wanted someone who reminded me of my boyfriend. I have a thing in general for threeways in which the same-sex pair look alike. Whether we’re talking about an MWM, a WWM, an MMW, etc., I always want the two Ms and the two Ws to be of similar heights, similar body types, similar sizes, and/or similar coloring. I guess I like it when things match. I also thought that a guy who resembled B would be perfect for keeping B on the edge. B might find some comfort in interacting with a guy whose body and personality was familiar, but at the same time, B is really masculine – so he would be appropriately intimidated by any guy who looked and acted as dominantly as B normally does. Yet, I also wanted to remain open to other possibilities besides my ideal B-look-alike – hence, I didn’t put those specifics in my ad.

I was so excited when I got my first reply, but that first guy’s picture revealed a dealbreaker – a beard and mustache. It’s exceedingly rare that I like facial hair, and I didn’t like this guy’s, so I sent a polite no thank you to guy number one. Guy number two was a real disappointment. His email looked like some stock wording he sends to any and all craigslist ads posted by women – it was clear he was trying to get pussy, so the jerk must not have even read my ad. But with the third guy, I got lucky. He said he was 6 feet tall, 195 lbs and totally psyched about topping my man with me. The size and build was a nice match to B’s and the guy’s picture was way cute, even though his coloring wasn’t anything like B’s. I sent him our picture back – a nice, sweet picture of B and me together – you’d never guess that I was into doing such wicked things to B as arranging his first cock-sucking. I also asked John if he’d like to meet up at one of the many watering holes in my neighborhood, to see if we clicked as co-tops. Well, long story short, John was absolutely charming and sexy at the bar. It was clear that he’d be confident and dominant without taking over. I definitely wanted a co-top who’d follow my lead with B, who’d respect who was really in charge in our threeway – ME! So, John and I made plans that B and I would show him a little hospitality the next night at my place.

The next day, I really wanted B in a good submissive state before John’s arrival. I didn’t want any backtalk or resistance when John arrived, ready to receive an enthusiastic and eager cock-sucking from my newbie boyfriend.

So I started by reminding B how it was that I had him under my control. I reminded him that it was a big mistake when he let me tie him up early on in our relationship. I had put him in a pair of my panties and my pink triangle top, complete with falsies, to give him the appearance of having tits. Then when he was tied down, with no chance to snatch my camera away, I took a bunch of incriminating pictures. In the pictures, he is in sexual heaven and hard as a rock while wearing my underthings. I keep those pictures ready to email to all his friends and post online at any moment. I suppose B could choose to defy my orders, but it would come with some seriously embarrassing consequences. Thus far, the threat of his pictures being blasted across the internet has kept him in line.

Next, I gave B a good paddling. I started with a few light warm-up strokes before telling him to count down from 15. I’m in good shape but my upper body is still small and weak compared to a man’s, so luckily, the paddle makes up for my female limitations in strength. Even light stokes with that paddle hurt like hell. I delivered those 15 strokes with as much force as I’m capable of, so I know they hurt bad, but B had gotten good at counting without any crying out. With the last stroke, I took him in my arms and told him how proud I was that he’d taken that tough paddling. He was getting really good at taking the paddle hard without any complaint. I let him lick my ass and pussy next, while I sucked on his super hard cock. B is long and thick so it’s not easy to suck him, but I wanted him nice and compliant when John arrived. B must have sensed that something was up because I was taking him much deeper in my mouth and putting myself out much more than I usually did on other occasions when I exercised the power of the incriminating pictures over him. Inbetween his delicious licks of my ass and tongue flicks on my clit, he kept commenting about how generous I was being while sucking him. I told him not to worry – he’d be repaying the favor I was doing, by doing something new to please me later that night. He sounded worried about what that would be, and he was right to be worried. I was springing John on B, without B having any inkling of my plan for him to learn how to suck cock himself.

By the time John arrived, B was in the most submissive and aroused state I’d ever gotten him to – the paddling combined with bringing him to the edge of orgasm, without letting him come, had him all worked up and eager to please. It was such a change from his normal dominant demeanor, which I generally let him get away with. He’d paddled me and shoved his cock deep down my throat, pussy and ass way more often than I used the pictures to take control. But when I did take control, I would always give him some real payback with the paddle and my strap-on. This time, the payback would be even better – sucking real cock, not just a strap-on dong. I couldn’t wait.

Finally, there was a knock at the door, and I got up from the couch. B stood up, too, but I told him to just wait, right where he was. When I let in this tall good-looking fellow, that’s when B’s eyes got really wide. John and I shook hands, and I asked him if he’d had any trouble finding the place. B was still standing there, almost entirely nude (wearing nothing but my pink collar), but had put his hands over his private parts – out of embarrassment from being naked in front of a complete stranger, I suppose. I said, “Where are your manners? Introduce yourself.” B extended a hand and nervously gave his name. John shook it but turned to me immediately, “Oh, he’s a cute one. Thank you for sharing him.”

I was very pleased that John appeared hard in his pants already.

I told B, “Well, don’t just stand there. Please take our guest back to the bedroom and get ready to show him a good time. You’ll be learning to suck cock for me tonight.”

B looked at me helplessly for a moment, so I walked over and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. But before I did, I looked in his eyes and said sweetly, “Remember those pictures.” This was the
moment of truth – was he finally going to balk? Which fate was worse – forced sucking of a real cock, or the probability that I’d really do it – that I’d really let everyone and their mothers see him getting off while wearing women’s underwear? I could see the struggle to decide going on inside him. Then he calmed down, lowered his eyes and said, “John, if you would, please follow me, and I’ll do anything to you that Marilyn asks.”

I was so happy that he made the right decision. He guessed right – he knew I wasn’t bluffing. If he’d resisted and refused, I would have totally posted those pictures everywhere I could think of.

John undressed and laid back on the bed, revealing a nice solid 5 inches of thick cock. That’d be good for B – it would be tough for him to take but I thought he’d be able to take the entire 5 inches down his throat. John was relaxed, smirking, obviously enjoying B’s apprehension.

“Girlie, what have you done to get this boy to agree to suck cock for you? He is clearly humiliated and scared out of his mind right now, huh?”

I couldn’t help but giggle and give B a swat on his ass. “Oh, I’ve got some good blackmail material on him.”

I turned again towards B, “Well … get to it.”

B crawled onto the bed and towards John’s cock. One last look at me, as if he was about to plead mercy from me and beg for me to stop him from going down on another guy, but I was so pleased, he knew he had no choice. B was a natural – he took only an inch into his mouth at first, but he had his lips nice and tight, and John exhaled in pleasure. I got my strap-on out while B was taking John’s cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. I thought about being a bit merciful and using one of my smaller dongs, but then I thought, “Nah, he needs to take the huge dong tonight.” B’s mouth is soft and strong – kissing him is incredible, so I knew that B’s mouth would feel really good to John. I have to admit, though, that I was really impressed by B taking John’s full cock so quickly. And the sight was such a turn-on. I couldn’t wait to push into B’s ass and start riding him so that my clit would rub against the harness. I watched B’s head bob up and down on John, and then I watched John moaning and breathing heavy with his mouth sprawled open and his eyes locked on B, and then I went back to watching B’s bobbing head. I knew that John would love the sight of B sucking him, too – B has a very handsome face and no matter what he was feeling at the moment – whether he was hating this homosexual act or secretly enjoying being forced to suck cock, I knew B would look like the sweetest puppy dog if he looked up at John for even one moment. B just can’t help but look that way from that position.

Before I entered B’s ass, I also got out my camera. This moment needed to be preserved – and used against B, to help keep him under control in the future. I snapped a few pictures of my view – my dong resting on top of B’s ass, B’s head on top of John’s groin – but I had assured John the night before that I wouldn’t take any pictures of his face, and of course, I was only getting the back of B’s head in the frame, so the images I was capturing weren’t very incriminating – it was a little hard to tell what was going on. John though, right on cue, peeked up at me, flashed a wicked little smile and motioned for me to pass the camera over to him. I was thrilled when he took a few of B’s face on his cock – now those would be incriminating for B!

When I entered B’s ass, John gave me a little nod of approval but he stayed pretty focused on B – at least until I started really giving it to B. I started pumping B so hard that he was being jolted further down onto John’s cock with each stroke. At one point, I was moaning and pumping so fast that John looked up at me and said, “Fuck dude, she’s pounding you so hard her tits are swinging and jiggling all over the place. I wish I could ride your ass like that.” Then he looked back at B and moaned again, “Mmmmmm, fuuuuck. Marilyn, your boyfriend is fucking good at sucking cock.” I was in such ecstasy, still watching B between John’s legs, pounding B hard, not worrying about how painful it must be for him to take it in his ass and his mouth at the same time – I was losing myself in the moment and the pleasure of the harness on my clit – enjoying the tingles and shudders throughout my body. John was getting all sweaty and close, and then he went over the edge. Cum poured into my boyfriend’s throat – yummy! John laid there for a moment, even more relaxed than before, and all smiles while I eased the pace a bit on B’s ass. Then John perked up, “Well, thank you both. I’d better be going. If you think you’d ever like me to fuck B’s ass, Marilyn, please do let me know.”

I thought I would like that sometime, but that night, B’s ass was all mine.