“Tell me about your fantasy last night.”
I am between Michael’s legs, his cock in my mouth, my ass settled neatly down on my ankles. One hand is on the base of his cock, the other is pressed into the mattress to hold me up. I am ready for a lengthy cock sucking session and his demand throws me off balance.
I grunt belligerently in protest. He wraps his hand in my hair fiercely enough to yank my head up, my mouth off of his cock. I hover there, my tongue caressing the tip of his cock while I stall for time. I wrap my lips around the head and suck gently.
“Tell me.” He tightens his grip and I whine in dual protest. I open my eyes and my vision is filled with the sight of his cock and pelvis. My mouth waters but I know he wants words, not tongue.
“It was both of you, one of you fucking me, me sucking the other one’s cock,” I admit quietly. I can feel him getting harder in my hand.
“Which one was I?” he asks.
“It was very fluid… just snapshots. It kept changing,” I say. His cock moves away from the reach of my tongue, pressing up towards his belly, out of my hand.
“How were you positioned when this was happening?” he asks. He has to ask twice because I will not answer him. Each time he asks, my hair is pulled just a little tighter.
“Bent over something,” I mumble. I can see the images clear as day in my mind.
I am bent over something – a narrow counter, a railing of some sort, something a little taller than waist-high – completely naked, with one man in front of me with his cock in my mouth, the other behind me with his cock in my cunt. I am holding on to steady myself from their assaults, dripping and drooling while they have their way with me. Michael’s words are what make the scene come alive – the humiliation as he narrates how completely they are fucking me, the sluttiness of my behavior, the wanton whore come to life for him.
“What were you thinking about when you came?” He interrupts my replay of his imagined words with real ones.
“I don’t… I don’t know,” I start. He yanks my head up another half inch, his cock swelling even more. “I don’t fantasize when I’m coming. It goes away.”
“What was the hottest part of the fantasy for you?” he amends the question. My hand is clasped around the base of his cock and I slide my fingers gently upward. It doesn’t work to distract him and another grunt of protest earns me nothing more than a stern word.
“When both of you came at the same time,” I whisper, my lips against his cock. He sighs and presses my lips down around his cock. He is completely hard now, fully erect in my mouth. I see the climax of the fantasy again: Michael behind me, shoving his cock into my cunt as he comes, Owen in front of me leaning back as he comes in my mouth, the two of them groaning and gasping with the pleasure of having me.
Whoa… I need a minute to cool off.
Michael and Owen fucking me at once is a fantasy that had not occurred to me until sometime last week but now I can’t get it out of my head. The sheer overwhelming masculinity of the combination would surely make my knees weak as soon as I saw them together. Two cocks of their ilk together might just leave me incapacitated for a week. Thank goodness it’s just a fantasy.