Wrenched

He’s pounding her so hard I think she’s gonna swallow my dick.

Fuck, these two are hot together. I’m feeling like a third wheel tonight.

My eyes are about to go all hallelujah on me and roll back into my head, because Cyn knows how to work a cock over like she was born to do it. I white knuckle the back of the couch as my own arousal floods through my veins.

My eyes can’t stay levelled out anymore, and they go all vertical on me as I let my head drop backwards and my mouth drops open, letting out a deep growl of warning. “Drill, slow it down. I need my cock.” Without having to look, I know Drill’s grass green eyes will be trained on me, full of expectations. His mind will be visualizing it’s me that he’s pumping into like a demon, and I just shake my head from side to side.

Drill wants to fuck me, and he wants me to know it too. He has his own set of neon signs flashing in each eyeball, inviting me into the mother of all threesomes. His eyes don’t lie, but I’m not going there.

I’ll sandwich a female between us, but that’s the closest we are gonna get to our dicks touching. A bit of skin and our balls slapping and sliding across each other from the positions we get Cyn in, but no closer. He knows not to cross that line with me.

I get back to concentrating on where I am, letting the thrill of the kill leave my body as my release shoots into her mouth, hitting way down the back of her throat while she tries to keep up, gulping it down expertly as my eyes roll back into my head and my body reacts with a little shaky leg action.

Christ, she’s good at that.

I slowly slide out of her mouth so she doesn’t choke while her tongue glides all over my dick in appreciation, lapping it all up. Only God knows how she gets the whole thing in there so deep, but she does.

I take a couple steps to the side and I let her finish off with Drill. Leaning against the couch, I watch these two go at it with a whole lot of appreciation for voyeurism. My long, thick penis must think so too, since it decides to stand right back up, commanding attention, still slick with Cyn’s saliva.

Drill’s hammering her and she takes every pound with a hum while her full and firm breasts jiggle about excitedly. She straightens up a little so he can touch her, spreading her long, lithe legs in those fuck me red heels she wears, which stretch her legs even longer, inviting more from his touch as she pushes her tight ass further into him. He takes the hint, wrapping an arm around her, sliding a finger over her sensitive bud, back and forth until she is writhing against him. Then he slides it inside her. Her head falls back against his shoulder as he keeps pounding her, and she winds a hand around the back of his neck, bringing him closer by his army issue cut hair so he can suck on her ear. She loves her earlobe being sucked on and gasps at the little bites he gives her, then whimpers when he takes it inside his mouth as his beard sandpapers her shoulder.

I could go again watching these two, so I palm my rock-hard erection and start moving my hand up and down its length, catching Drill’s eyes reverting back to me, with that neon sign ring-a-ding-dinging. I meet his intense gaze. I didn’t say I don’t like the look in his eyes. I like the appreciation he has for me and my body. We’re both big, strong, muscled men sporting a lot of tattoos. We work hard at it.

“Fuck, Edge,” he grunts out. He’s upped his game, his hands and fingers sliding all over Cyn’s body while he watches me. I’m particularly horny tonight; it’s been a while since I’ve shared a female and gotten to watch a couple go at it hard.

Drill’s as tough as he is good-looking. The fucker knows it too. That’s why I agreed to bring him along to watch my back tonight. They see the pretty eyes and don’t think he’s as dangerous as me, but he’ll have you handcuffed and incapacitated before you know what’s hit you.

Cyn has eyes for Drill. I saw the way she looked at him when he followed me through the door. The thing is he’s too busy on the business end of her ass to notice. His sexual appetite is more diverse than mine. He didn’t get the road name Drill for shits and giggles. He knows how to work a woman over, as well as a man.

I’ve brought him along as my guest a couple times now, and he can’t see what’s in front of him. He’s an all-out intelligent guy, whose IQ is off the charts, but he’s blind to Cyn’s desire for him.

The faster I pump my hand, the more excited Drill’s eyes get. He’s sweating from thrusting and Cyn is delirious with ecstasy. “Drill...God....” Her scent is invading both our senses. She likes to be ridden rough until she can hardly walk, and she smells so fucking good.

I walk up to Cyn and grab her jaw roughly with my hand, pulling her mouth to mine, biting down on her tongue, tasting myself as I draw blood. I release her tongue while palming her breasts, spitting on one and rubbing my thumb over the hardened nipple, while dipping my head to bite down on it, which leaves her arching into me as I slowly let it pop out of my mouth.

I’m still fisting my dick, and I’m close as I thrust two fingers inside her wet pussy, pulsing them in and out, her body consumed by the avalanche of sensations Drill and I are assaulting her body with.

I move away again, eliciting a small whimper of disapproval from Cyn, so I can watch these two some more. The show is half the turn-on for me.

When you share, you can only move so much. When one of us gets off first, the other then gets the green light to move with more freedom. I make sure Drill gets off second. It’s a quiet agreement we have.

“Fuck, Cyn, you need to come. I’m about to blow,” he growls into her neck. If Drill pounds her any harder, she’s gonna break. Skin’s slapping between them, tits are bouncing, and she’s making all the right noises you’d expect from a female you’re nailing hard, while my hand’s just about strangling my cock.

Fuck, these two are such a turn-on to watch.

I grit my teeth and work myself faster, then slide back over in front of Cyn when I know I’m close to lift off. I spread my legs and she lets go of Drill to grip my shoulders while I shoot over her stomach and breasts on a loud shout, while Drill swipes a hand over her stomach, rubbing my cum all over her. Then he slides two fingers dripping with me into her mouth so she can suck on them before she cries out at the same time as he explodes on a roar.

Christ, I needed that. I think we all did.

And the night is still young.

 

I walk in the direction my feet take me of their own accord, the decision out of my hands, having no idea where I’m headed.

I now realize I am indeed a coo yon, a stupid person. Master William had called me a coo yon more times than I could count, and now I agree with him.

What am I doing? What is my plan?

But, I keep on walking, knowing I have freedom, yet I don’t know how I’m going to cope now that it has been granted.

The only two people I have ever known, or been able to remember, aren’t my parents. They were not my family because one was my abductor and one my mistress.

I made the mistake of calling her mother once and was beaten severely for it by Master William. Mistress had explained I was wrenched from my home as an infant, stolen to be used one day for Master William’s needs. I never, ever referred to him as my father. I learned they were just people in my life and I did what I was told without question.

I was a quick study. Mistress told me I was gifted, so I made her job a lot easier. I, of course, was only taught what Master William would allow because there was a bigger picture I was yet too young to understand.