Dinner’s over and the three of us are lingering at the kitchen table. Conversations are coming to a halt and my feeling like the third wheel intensifies while I watch you sinking deep into Pedro’s eyes. I know his hand is on your thigh, brushing against the soft fabric of your summer dress underneath the table. You are so in love.
You told me all about it a few days ago, before inviting me for dinner with the both of you.
I can’t blame you for liking older men. Masculine, dominant guys. You think I’m cute, but that’s not the same, is it? Anyways, I’m just happy to be invited.
You must have noticed me starting to get lost in my thoughts, because you reach for my hand and start pulling me towards you. I get up and oblige as you plant a soft kiss upon the corner of my mouth. I hadn’t realized I was craving you this much. It feels like a fire is starting in my stomach as I kiss you and stroke your long dark hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.
“Do you want to go upstairs ?”
Why is it that when Pedro asks a question, it does not feel like a question?
I can feel my legs trembling as I walk up. I wish I were tougher. No wonder you fell for Pedro. You deserve a real man.
Your room is dark and feels full of secrets. It reminds me of your eyes, very much so as you lights a few candles whose lights shine and glimmer in the shadows.
You lean on to me and I kiss you again, less timidly this time, letting my hands feel your ribs and the curve of your back. Then I feel Pedro’s body against me. He embraces me from behind, towering over me as he glides both of his hands under my shirt, touching my lower stomach. Maybe my legs are going to give up after all.
Both of you touch me all over my chest and remove my shirt. I can feel your fingers linger against my scars. Pedro plunges both hands into my pants and I can feel his hard dick against my back. Pressed against both of you, I couldn't move if I wanted to. I exhale a little louder than usual. You look to me and smile as you pull down my pants and boxers.
“Kneel.” Pedro whispered into my ear.
I fall to my knees on the hard floor. The shame of being naked at you and your lover’s feet makes me whimper. But you’re not over with me yet, are you? Pedro opens up the third drawer of your dresser - oh, he’s familiar with your place, and I’m just a visitor - and he pulls out a piece of rope.
I don’t say anything when he ties my ankles together, nor when he grabs my arms and ties them behind my back. It takes all of my strength not to whimper as he gently wraps the rope against my wrists. But I am looking at you and I don’t want to make a sound. The vision of me must already be pathetic enough.
You are now free of me as I lay on the floor, watching the two of you. You lock eyes and passionately kiss. I keep quiet as he touches you all over, grabbing your ass and gripping your hair. You are breathing faster now. I could close my eyes and listen to the rhythm of your bodies - if only I could touch myself …
Then you push him onto the bed and unzip his pants.
Kneeling in front of him, you brush your face against his hard dick and start teasing him with your tongue. Even from behind you, I can tell that you are looking him in the eye while teasing him. He grabs your head gently, but firmly. You open your mouth and start sucking him.
Now Pedro speaks. “Good girl”, he says, “go on”. “Just like that …”
Fucker, if only he didn’t talk, I could close my eyes and imagine your tongue on my parts instead of his. God, I wish I were him …
“Come over here”. That was you talking, not Pedro. I snap out of my bubble. Why would you stop now?
“Come”, you repeat, locking eyes with me.
I drag myself to the bed, scorching my knees on the hardwood. I’m less than 6 feet away from you, yet I take a good minute to join you while the both of you watch me, amused. I feel my face burning up from the humiliation.
You put your hand up to my cheek and caress me. Then you guide my face to the mattress, my nose against Pedro’s thigh. “I want you to see everything”, you softly say - and you take him in your mouth again.
My back hurts from the position, all twisted to keep my face as close to you as possible.
Pedro seems to enjoy me watching as he stops talking so much and starts huffing and puffing. You take him whole as he seems close to cumming, moving your head back and forth, using both of your hands to push against the mattress. I am struggling to keep my head in place and try to follow the movements of the bed and your two bodies. I close my eyes for a second.
Slap!
Did Pedro just smack me? I look at him, confused. He seems more intimidating now. “You watch”, he says in a breath.
I do what I’m told. I keep watching as the stinging from the slap rings in my ears. I keep watching, and focus on your lips, on your hands, on your cleavage as you give head to your lover 2 inches away from my face. If I could touch myself, I would have already come three times by now. But all I can do is clench my thighs and my jaw, trying hard not to moan like the pussy I am.
Then Pedro says he’s going to come. And as you suck his cock with all of your being, he suddenly sits up straight and taps on your shoulder. You let go and lock eyes with me when Pedro grabs his cock and ejaculates all over my face.
“That’s for you.” Pedro says, and grabs your chin. He kisses you all over your face. “And that’s for you, my love. Thank you for making me cum.”
I am bound and naked on the floor with my face covered in your lover’s cum. It wouldn’t take much more for me to die of humiliation here and now. Wouldn’t take much more for me to orgasm either.