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muffled music bumped from the living room as you sat, drunker than you meant to be, in a dingy bathroom that smelled heavily of cheap perfume and stale weed. the smell would have been nauseating if you weren't plastered right now, so fucked up you didn't notice how strong it was. you'd stumbled in here moments ago, fleeing an embarrassing situation.
she was soooo pretty. you'd clocked her when she walked in, making eye contact with her from across the party. soon after, you lost her; unable to find her anywhere in this strangers house, you sank shot after shot, drinking up all the free booze you could get your hands on. finally, in a moment of luck or fate or coincidence, you saw her, tucked into a corner chatting with people you assumed were her friends. this should've scared you since you weren’t great with groups, but you were feeling the liquid confidence tonight and were eager to shoot your shot with her.
when you stood to greet her, you stumbled and crashed into the wall, spilling your drink on the floor. realizing how badly you needed to get your shit together, you made a dash for the bathroom, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone, but especially the thick, dark haired stranger staring back at you. she was just your type! she had gorgeous, full curls and beautiful eyes with her makeup perfectly done. her nails were painted a dark red and they were pointed, almost catlike. she was dressed to the nines tonight in a short, skin tight, black dress that showed off her curves but still left plenty to the imagination. she’d tried to call out to you as you ran towards the bathroom but you ignored her, desperate to get out of the situation and regroup.
finding yourself in the bathroom now, you splashed water onto your face and pinched yourself hoping it would help you sober up. it worked a little, but you still weren’t confident in going back out to try to pull this woman. unfortunately, someone was knocking on the door and it was time for you to get the fuck out. steeling yourself, you wrench the bathroom door open and immediately see the generic artwork hung on the wall of this stranger’s house and the very nauseous looking face of a frat aged boy. you stumble your way through the house until you cross through a crowded kitchen and find what you’re looking for; an empty patio with chairs.
crashing out into the cool night, you fall into one of the chairs and let the cold metal embrace you. it feels incredible on your hot skin, reminiscent of the times you'd blacked out and ended up on a tile bathroom floor. it's not until you've settled into your spot that you realize you're not completely alone and someone else is out there, standing off to the side smoking. the smell of marijuana floats towards your nose and you brace yourself as a dark figure emerges from behind the house and stuffs out a joint. they walk over and take a seat in the chair next to yours, staring up at the sky without speaking. the silence is comfortable and you find yourself actually enjoying it for a moment before your drunken state got the better of you.
“man, i fucked that up,” you say words spilling from your mouth without consciously meaning for them to.
“what’s that, boss?” the stranger’s voice is deep and reassuring and when you glance at them, you find interested eyes looking back at you, ready to hear all your woes.
“i just completely blew it in there with this gorgeous femme, dude. like totally fucked that up,” you drone on. they look intrigued, leaning forward in their seat and reaching over towards you, their hand caressing your wrist.
“i wouldn’t have taken you as butch for femme, that’s interesting,” they answered. you may have been hammered but you could tell they were obviously flirting, their thumb tracing the outline of your hand as they spoke.
“ha, i’m sorry, are you coming onto me right now?” you ask nervously, smiling but excited. turning to look at them fully, you can finally see their features in the moonlight; dark hair is swept to the side of their head with shaved sides and their nose was strong, casting a shadow on their cheeks. their jawline was so sharp is could’ve cut you and honestly, you kind of wanted to try.
“is it working?” they ask, standing up and walking over to squat in front of you. they looked caring, like you could trust them immediately. “i’m quinn.”
you scoffed, looking down at quinn as they stared at you, eyes half shut from the high they were obviously feeling. they reached their hands out to you, offering to help you up. while you didn’t feel sober by any means, you were able to walk at this point and so, maybe against your better judgement, you took quinn’s hands and let them pull you up. they were stronger than they looked, yanking you up and pinning you to the wall in one motion. it scared you, sure, but more than that it thrilled you. it had been so long since you’d had any action and you had totally blown your shot with that femme earlier, why not let this butch have their way with you?
as their lips collided with yours, a tongue slid into your mouth and you let them take control, their hands still holding yours firmly against the wall. they kissed you passionately, letting their tongue slide over your teeth before planting small kisses along your cheeks and jaw line, down into your collarbone. the sensation was amazing, your skin still hot from the alcohol and embarrassment, now growing hot from the adrenaline you felt as you let this butch stranger run their tongue down your neck. teeth sank into your skin as the back door opened next to you two, causing a ray of light to spill onto the patio.
quinn didn’t seem to mind, leaving hickeys on your chest and shoulders and nibbling on your earlobes as you squirmed, trying to see who had come outside. finally, quinn stepped back from you, releasing your hands and immediately, you could tell it was the femme before, the one with thick thighs and glossy lips, the one you had totally made an ass of yourself in front of. and here was quinn, sliding over to her and… wrapping their arms around her? the sight confused you, but you watched in stunned silence as quinn cleared the situation up for you by placing a wet, sloppy kiss onto her mouth.
after, they both turned to face you and you saw the femme’s cleavage stacked so perfectly your breath caught in your throat. her legs flexed and her heels clipped the pavement as she made her way over to you, expression sultry. leaning down a few inches to close the height gap, she stared into you with sparkly eyes, wonderment and longing deep behind her pupils.
“would you like one from me, too?” she asked, not elaborating any further. you saw the same trustworthy note in her face that you saw in quinn, but more than that, you saw how absolutely fuckable she looked right now. you’d jump at any chance to bend her over and take her for your own, and here right now she was offering you something? without hesitation, you nodded, feeling the sweet, sticky sweetness of her lip gloss slide over your own lips as her mouth explored you. for a moment, your eyes fluttered open and you could see quinn standing behind the two of you, watching intently with their arms crossed and a cheeky grin on their face.
with minimal effort, the two of them managed to get you back to their place. you sat in the back of a large car, panting as quinn’s hands wandered over your body and began to unbutton your shirt. ivy, the gorgeous femme with a delicious kiss, drove the two of you home and sweet talked you both the whole time. she cooed over you, her voice soft and delicate, yet sturdy and paced.
“i can't wait to see you, baby,”
“my handsome quinn and i will take care of you, don't worry.”
“you're being so good for us already.”
seconds after their front door opened, you were throwing yourself at them, so excited to see what you could do for them, how far you could push yourself. at this point, you were begging for it. falling on your knees with your tongue out, you stared up at them both and you thought of them using you, sharing you.. quinn loved this, their eyes widening as they stepped over to you, grabbing your face and slapping you gently as a voice sweeter than wine called you a “good boy.”
quinn was rough, pulling you up by your shirt and pushing you into their bedroom. you liked the roughness, it felt similar to the butch wrestling matches you’d gotten into with your friends and you liked how comfortable it made you feel. it was even hotter when they ripped at your shirt, popping the remaining buttons off and shrugging when they flew across the room. quinn leaned down to you and dragged their tongue across the denim seams in your jeans. the sight and pressure made you squirm and instinctively, you reached for your belt buckle, desperate to get it undone and get quinn’s tongue in your cunt. you were too busy with quinn at this moment to notice that ivy had come in and sat down behind you, pink strap sticking up and teasing you.
eager to please, you flipped over to face her, kissing her calves and thighs as you worked your way to the strap and let the silicone phallus fill your mouth, spit slobbering down the shaft as you stared up at ivy’s tits and her hands gripping and pinching them. the sight was dizzying. as you sucked her strap, eyes glued to hers, you felt a new sensation; fingers, tugging at your jeans. quinn discarded them onto the floor and touched you in all the right places, rubbing small circles around your clit and slapping your cunt lightly through your now-wet boxers.
quinn pulled at your underwear, revealing your hairy pussy before spitting into it, carefully sliding two fingers into your swollen hole. ivy’s eyes widened as she watched you but eventually, she broke her eye contact to look up at quinn, who had slowly taken their fingers out of you. unsure of what to expect, you just kept kissing the strap and ivy’s thighs, drawing hearts with your tongue on her legs. after a moment, you felt something bigger than fingers toying with your opening and with a soft moan, quinn pressed their own rock hard cock into you. your cunt flexed around it, trying to take every inch possible. you could feel your eyes rolling back in your head as quinn slowly began to thrust in and out of you, the tip of their strap hitting the spot with every tap.
it wasn’t long until quinn was fucking you harder and harder into the mattress, whimpers and whines escaping from your mouth. you couldn’t even focus on sucking ivy off now, how pitiful. quinn held onto your hips tightly, their nails digging into your flesh as you felt your ass shake with each thrust. your breath was shaky and you gasped every time their strap fully sank into you. when you were right on the edge of coming, quinn pushed you forward onto the mattress face first and left you there, cunt throbbing and orgasm ruined. you stared up at ivy with a pleading look, hoping she would take pity on you. immediately, you could tell she had absolutely no intention of doing that.
“not yet, baby, we’re just getting started,” she said. you drank her voice up, feeling drunker than you had all night. she sounded so safe, so comforting. you let your head fall back into the bed, overwhelmed by the situation. you tried squirming and squeezing your legs together but it didn't feel as good as you needed it to.
suddenly, quinn leaned over and ran their tongue broadly across your cunt, pushing your legs down and holding them in place. they kissed your thighs and eventually, their lips wrapped around your labia, sucking you into their mouth as their tongue pleased you. the pressure made everything more sensitive. finally, they released you from their mouth and their tongue slid over your opening, pulsing in and out of you. you let out a deep moan and grabbed their hair, holding their face still for a moment in the right spot. their mouth felt just as good as their strap had but in a completely different way. gently, they explored you with their mouth slowly working their way around your body. you loved it, moaning and screaming out before you were silenced by a cunt sliding itself onto your face.
ivy lowered herself onto you, strap still affixed to her hips, and bucked on your face. she used your open mouth as her own toy and you let her, sticking your tongue out and letting her ride you, her own moans ringing out through the room. she looked like a goddess. this made quinn moan as well, causing vibrations on your own cunt as they confidently worked their tongue around you.
ivy bounced on your face and slid her clit around your mouth exactly where she wanted it. her thighs pressed down over your face making breathing harder as she did but you truly could not give a fuck. the feeling of her strap bouncing down on your chest and hands on your stomach to steady her more than made up for it. you would let her use you all day, any day. eventually, when your mouth was dripping with her come and quinn had warmed your pussy back up with their fingers, delicately working their way in and out of you while circling your clit with their thumb, ivy spoke through a choir of whimpers, whines, and moans.
“be a good boy and come sit on my cock, okay?” her voice was so fucking hot you thought it would melt you. your legs were shaking before you even crawled over to her, so she pulled you onto her lap, helping and squeezing both of your thighs as she did. you were shocked by her strength, too, just like you had been with quinn. she stared up at you with kind eyes and an expression of awe as she placed the tip of her strap into your opening and then rubbed it around your cunt, teasing your clit with it. you wrapped your arms around her neck and pressed your body into hers as she pushed the tip into your hole. immediately, you felt ivy’s cock bottom out in you as you sank into her lap, legs twitching and mind melting.
now, it was your turn. you grinded into her, staring down at her huge tits as each thrust made them bounce, jiggling right back in your face. you traced the stretch marks on her breasts with your eyes, watching as her nipples hardened at the sight of you. it felt amazing just to have her whole cock inside you, but even better because you could rub your clit on her pussy when it was. you were playing with her tits, squeezing her nipples and leaning over to suck them, when a pressure from behind you caught you off guard. the tip of quinn's strap began rubbing against your asshole, teasing you and making you squirm. you’d always wanted it… both ways, per say, and you figured there was no time like the present. so with a raspy voice, you pulled yourself up from ivy’s tits and begged,
“please, sir,” this was all quinn needed.
with a moan, they pushed just the tip in at first, careful to be gentle with you. the pressure felt amazing because now, ivy was slowly thrusting her legs into you, moving her strap around inside you just enough to turn you into a soaked mess. after a few minutes of this bliss, quinn pushed more in, a few inches this time. you were so full, you weren’t sure if you could take the whole thing, but as quinn’s grip shifted to your shoulders, you screamed out both in pleasure and pain as you felt the length of them buried inside of you. you let out a shaky moan and soft scream, the two sounds wrapped up in one another. ivy’s eyes lit up as she watched you, her thrusts getting more rhythmic as she picked up speed. you couldn't even focus on looking at her now, too engulfed in the pleasure of the moment. you had to shut your eyes.
quinn wasted no time in using you up either, spreading your ass cheeks open before thrusting their cock into your asshole over and over. you felt the two straps inside of you practically touching from how close they were. you were so delightfully full and the longer quinn pounded into you, the more you loosened up and the pain turned to complete and utter pleasure.
“what a good little whore, don’t you think baby?” quinn said, using your shoulders as a grip to guide them as their pulses got faster too. the look on ivy’s face as she nodded sent your head spinning. the sensation was nothing like you'd ever experienced.. so completely full and still so desperate for more. you couldn't help but think to yourself how slutty that made you feel and how you couldn’t care at all. the two of them fucked you perfectly in sync, their strokes mostly alternating until sometimes, both pulsed into you at once, causing you to whimper loudly. they kept you like this for hours, fucking your holes first slowly then faster until you were on the edge over and over again. after denying you multiple orgasms, you were on the verge of tears and begging them to “please let you come.”
they took pity on you. ivy pulled a small vibrator out and placed it on your clit, immediately causing you jump. together, squished between their tight grip, quinn absolutely ruined your asshole while ivy stretched your pussy open over and over again. the vibrations on your clit as the two of them used you was too much for you to handle. in seconds, you were coming. you screamed out, and quinn reached around your head, sticking their fingers in your mouth like hooks. they pounded into your ass harder than they had all night, grunting and panting behind you as they did. ivy took this chance too, placing her hand around your throat while she bucked up into you with a cute smile.
when they were done playing with their toy, they both got up and left the room for several moments, leaving you there a broken, fucked out mess. your mind raced, you needed someone here to help you, you weren’t sure you could even walk right now. just when you were really getting worried, they returned wearing beautiful robes. offering you one, they sat back down on the bed next to you. ivy pulled your head into her lap and stared down at you as she smoothed your hair out. after a moment, they helped you sit up and put the robe on. it was silky smooth, sending shivers down your spine as you remembered the feeling of their tongues on you, a memory that now felt far away. the two of them got you anything you could need; a change of clothes, toiletries, snacks and drinks, truly everything. you were grateful, accepting the offerings as they waited on you hand and foot now, taking care of you in ways you hadn’t experienced before. though they offered you a separate bed for the night, you ended up crashed out in theirs, squished between the two of them as they held you in a tight, warm embrace for the remainder of the night.
