True Sex Stories: Threesome: The Girl

She was comfortable being submissive to him, but now she has a pet of her own. Who will be in control by the end of the night?

She would be mine for the night. She'd be my service sub and she'd take care of whatever needs were for the night. I was nervous and somewhat irked at first. Not because of the girl, but just because I was afraid of thus new place.  Adding poly to our long distance d/s relationship is something I always knew was coming, just not something I looked forward to.  Sirs Dom style is care taking and sensual.  He's an incredibly loving man.  He loves to touch and kiss and cuddle. However these things are not exclusive to me.  He was this way long before he met me, and while he cannot deny his feelings for me, it does not negate his want to experience other people.  I cannot blame him.  While I admit it's somewhat of a shot to my ego to know that he would probably not want monogamy if I were there local to him, that is either here nor there.  For now, I'm not there and I knew that monogamy was not going to last forever.  We are too hungry for touch, connection and sex in general.

The girl came about in a casual way.  When she and I spoke, and it was all very proper in the protocol between Sir and I that she was not trying to take my place.  It all makes sense, however I simply was struggling.  Not with her, just with my own jealousy. I told Sir in the beginning that I am just a jealous creature. Not just about the sex, or the play, but about time spent with him that I could not.

However, I knew that this is what would make us both happy. I know that this relationship is worth more than just sacrifice, but also comprise.  I have wanted to be with other men. I get lonely and need connection also.

So here she was visiting on my weekend with Sir.  She was there for a party he was throwing for me, and the sole purpose to be my service sub for the evening.  We had talked for several days before the party- and minus a few weird miscommunicated bumps things seemed to be going well.  A few days before the party I started feeling a little overwhelmed and I quieted down a bit because I just wanted to focus on my time with him.  Now I felt I was ready to forge ahead.

It was after lunch and after a short but very wet walk in the rain.  A California girl, I am not used to walking everywhere, and especially not in the rain.  I was wet, cold, and irritated.  I went upstairs to pout while the Girl and Sir unloaded the car of groceries that she brought for the party.  I went up to the bedroom, realizing that the Girl and Sir were probably discussing what a weather spoiled baby I was being.  This was fine with me.  I AM a weather spoiled baby and I don't deny that.  I stayed wet in my clothes, thinking perhaps I would let her undress me when she came back upstairs.  I wasn't sure where this was going to go, but I figured it would be nice having someone help me take my clothes off.

When she came upstairs with Sir, I had taken a frustrating phone call from home and I was now even more upset.  The culmination of all of my worlds sort of intersecting was just proving to be a bit overwhelming and I just needed, well, I needed a fucking hug.  So I complained and fussed until the girl reached over and moved my wet hair from my face.  "It's ok Ma'am" she said, "there's nothing you can do from here- so lets just relax."  Her voice was warm and sincere.  I smiled at her and thanked her.

She asked if I felt I needed a nap before we get ready for the party.  I said that was a good idea.  Finally peeling out of my wet clothes, unassisted, I climbed under the warm sheets and pulled Sir into bed with me.  He cuddled me for a moment while the Girl fiddled with her bags, discussing with Sir the party prep we needed to do downstairs.  I asked her to come lay down, that I felt I needed a hug from both sides.  She climbed in to the other side of the bed and she and Sir cuddled with me.  I asked her to undress- she had already changed out of her wet jeans into some yoga pants.

I lie facing Sir, the Girl now in her undergarments behind me.  I reached back and ran my hand over her thigh.  Good fucking God she was soft.  I mentioned this to Sir.  I swear I had never really felt skin so soft on a n adult before.  I commented that I was not this soft.  And had her feel my thighs.  I had Sir feel both thighs.  No, I was not THAT soft.  I rolled and faced her, running my fingers through her hair and pulled her close to kiss me.  Her lips were soft.  Different than kissing boys.  I always enjoyed kissing girls and it had been a long time.  She melted into my fingers as I kissed her.  I felt a certain amount of stress melt away from her as we connected.  We kissed and I let my hands explore her a bit.  I commented over and over about how soft her skin was, even asking Sir once, "Are ALL girls this soft?"

I reached under her pretty white bra with the black trim.  I wondered how much thought she put into choosing this bra, and remembered the jeans and simple sweater she wore for the drive over.  No, she wore this pretty piece for me.  I was warmed by that thought.  I certainly was not wearing any special lingerie for her visit.  I pulled the strap from her shoulder and took her breast into my mouth.  Feeling the warmth of her skin next to me.  Her soft curves rose and fell under my lips as I danced my fingers over her body.  She was not nervous or shy.  She moaned softly, almost a whimper which made me remember that her nipples were extra sensitive.  I would remember this later, but at this time, I felt Sir reach over and grab my breast, on top of hers that was resting so comfortably there.

Turning back towards him, I kept my hand on the girl.  I moved my fingers between her legs now, while Sir and I kissed.  His fingers moved over my breasts and between my legs, but my mind was now caught on the wetness I found between her legs.  I pulled her panties aside and ran my fingers over her labia.  Feeling the wetness that had seeped out from between her lips.  Her pussy felt much like mine, all the inner labia was covered by her outer pussy lips.  Shaved and smooth, like the rest of her.  I appeared as if I was mostly ignoring her as my back was completely turned and was in a heavy makeout session wih Sir. However I felt every tremble of her thighs.  I felt her fingers on my breasts, so small and soft, such a very different touch than Sirs.  His was a grab, ownership.  Hers was a caress.  A girl.

I slid my fingers inside her labia, searching for her clit.  The folds of her pussy soaking my fingertips and the scent of both of out sex filling the space.  She whimpered out a little louder this time, kissing at my neck.  I noticed her hand on my breast entwined with Sirs.  It was beautiful.  I rubbed her clit between my fingers, slow, then faster, moving from side to side, finding her sweet spot.  Waiting for the way the body jerks and presses into its gentle assault when it's found.  She gasped, and I pressed back.  Rubbing faster.  Then sliding two my fingers inside her and cupping her cunt with my palm.  She pressed against me, mimicking the beautiful moves a woman makes when she's aroused.  Her cunt was hot and tight, and so wet.  It felt almost criminal to start fucking her this way, but when she whispered, "Ma'am?" into my ear, an unfamiliar fire in my chest burned into my brain and I just wanted to possess her.  Use her.  Objectify her.  Make her beg.

One hand on Sirs cock, and the other in the Girls cunt.  I was in slut heaven, despite all my sins.  I dug my fingers into her, fucking her as hard my muscles would allow.  Then digging them into her g-spot, hard- my own g-spot burning sympathetically.  She was asking me again, "Ma'am?" because she knew that she wasn't to come without my permission.  I turned towards her, "Yes- what do you want?"  My voice was cold, but a third finger dug its way into her cunt.

"Please?"

She could barely speak and the one word trailed off.  I was drunk from the scent of her.  I kissed her hard and asked Sir, "What do you think Sir?  Should the girl be allowed to come?"

My three fingers pushed in farther- I felt like I was punching her sweet cunt, but she spread her legs for me.  For me.  I could hear Sir's breathing as he watched me assault his sub.  My sub.  Our sub.

"I think so, Pet." he told me.

I looked back to her, kissing her and biting her bottom lip and fucking her more "You got lucky- I was going to say no," harder and faster until my arm burned.  I watched her face, her eyes, the flush of her pale skin.  It was fucking beautiful as her body started to peak.  I felt Sir's hand digging into my hip.  I pulled him on top of me, saying, "I'm tired Master- finish her."

She moaned as he rolled on top of me and his fingers replaced mine inside her barely missing a thrust.  I heard him fucking her cunt hard, his cock pressed against my thigh, breathing into my mouth.  I grabbed her nipple, pinching it, pulled her in to me, kissing her as he buried his face in my neck and hair.  The connection was effortless and she came hard, a high picthed, pained, delicious cry that tingle every single one of my senses. I kissed her, bringing her back to us. Stroking her skin and letting her tremble in my arms.  She was overwhelmed.  Sir was happy.

And now I was hungry.

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