How I spent my thanksgiving ;) | 2016

It was a slow sunday night at my favorite bar -- which usually means I'm going to find some way to get myself into trouble. I'm drinking a whiskey cocktail when some obscenely young couple slides up next to me. They barely look old enough to be there. He's the typical lanky techbro type with curly hair and glasses, and she's a petite, voluptuous scene girl with pink hair and a houndstooth dress that barely covers her areolas. I didn't think there were any "scene" girls left. What a treat.

They looked confused at the menu, and I do love providing clarity on life's problems. So I begin explaining the various drinks to them, and encourage them not to worry -- everyone has to start somewhere. They get their drinks and she starts subtly flirting with me. Prolonged eye contact, fidgeting, biting the lip, etc. He's naturally oblivious. They reveal that they're 21, and they've been dating for a year. So we have a few more drinks, share some more stories, and eventually the conversation comes around to sex. We start idly discussing fantasies and she mentions, "I've always wanted to be fucked by two guys at once". I quip that she certainly seems up to the task, but I barely know her. We have a good laugh and finish our drinks.

Amateur night, but I suppose I'm the magnanimous type.

They mentioned that they're looking for a neighborhood, so I invite them to my place for one last whiskey. We arrive at my condo and within the first drink, she starts turning the conversation back to sex. At this point I say, "You both know why you're here, so just admit it and we'll get started". I light the fireplace and we lay some ground rules. The only ones we establish are "use a condom and you can't fuck her in the ass".

As you'll learn, he really needs to work on his negotiation skills.

We sit on my couch and she starts groping my cock through my suit pants and biting my neck. I like the straightforward ones. I look on the coffee table and my glass is empty. My hands are occupied groping her, so I instinctively motion to him like a well-trained dog and say "fill my glass with some of that rye over there".

Dumbfounded, he goes and fills up my glass while his girlfriend rips off her top and starts fumbling for my cock through my trousers. I whisper to her, "that hasn't been earned yet" and gently yank her onto the floor by her stupid pink hair.

I told her to get on her knees and smile for me. Then I spit in her mouth, and firmly grasp her hair and slide my cock into her throat. She's a very good girl and only gags minimally. He comes back to me with a glass and starts unzipping his pants.

I motion him away again and say "I'm sorry, there's no room for you in my pet's mouth. You'll have to stand over there. You'll get your turn soon enough".

At this point I want to make sure you understand that we never negotiated any kind of 'scene'. There were only two ground rules. He was just naturally being cuckolded. He looked distraught, but with his girlfriend grinning as tears rolled down her cheeks from the gagging, I believe he was speechless.

After a few more minutes, I throw her onto the couch and mention that she's "going to be a good girl and learn to take two cocks now". I'm still fully dressed and I get on one side of the couch with her in the middle. I tell her to start sucking her boyfriend. I then spread her ass cheeks and reveal a beautiful little pink asshole. I spit on it.

She whimpers.

I bury my tongue in her ass and she starts moaning and squealing. In between mouthfuls of cock, she pants "I've never had that before". She starts dripping cum onto my suede couch, and it's apparent that I'm going to have to get it dry cleaned. I use her wet cunt to lubricate my hands, and manage to get a few fingers in her ass to gape it, and a few more inside her cunt.

At this point I mention to her boyfriend, "My hands are occupied. Make me an Old Fashioned. Here's the recipe". I recite the ingredients as she starts squirting all over the couch and begging to be fucked. At this point I have all my clothes off, and her man is standing around with his cock hanging out, making me a drink. Immensely satisfying.

He returns with my beverage and I pull my hand out of her ass and grab it. I take a sip.

He forgot the fucking bitters.

"This drink is shit", I growl at him and throw the cocktail in his face.

I really shouldn't have any kind of power.

"Make it again".

I don't think I've ever seen murder-eyes before, but surely that man had them. I figured there would be retribution.

Instead, he sulks off and I grab her by the back of the neck and slide my cock inside her, making even more of a mess on my couch. I use her neck as leverage to fuck her deeper and deeper. He returns with my drink and it's quite good.

With a look of desperation on his face as his woman is cumming on my cock, he begins to roughly fuck her throat while she's on all fours on my couch. She's finally getting the experience she always wanted.

She starts building to an orgasm and I do the same -- I grab her hips and bury myself in her, feeling her convulse and squirt as she cums for what feels like a minute. I climax too and pull out of her, tossing the condom on the floor and forcing her to clean my cock.

He then says "it's my turn" and fucks her. He takes a few minutes to finish as I enjoy the rest of my drink and refrain from commentary.

"That was interesting" I mention as I survey the damage. One drink on the carpet, torn clothing, and a couch that smells like a year of sex which will need dry cleaning.

He looks downtrodden, as if the enormity of what he has done will only begin to take shape in his mind over the next few days. She looks completely used and utterly fulfilled.

They both say "thank you" (how polite) and I escort them to the elevator and collapse on the bed.

I texted them the next day "It was wonderful to meet you, Old Fashioneds on me next time".

Within seconds, a reply: "Tonight?".