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“I want it so much,” I admit right before he pushes his dick into my mouth. My lips stretch around him, Marshall pulling back, then moving forward again. He feeds me his cock, takeswhat he wants from my mouth, while allowing Reggie to eat my ass. I feel like I’m the center of the world, like everything revolves around me because my Sir makes it so. He treasures me and wants to please me, wants the world to worship me the way he does and the way I worship him too.

He fucks into my mouth, harder, faster, taking what he wants from me. It’s so hard not to come, but I want to hold on because I have given him my orgasms and he hasn’t said I can.

“That’s so hot,” Reggie says, then laps at my asshole. I’m pretty sure he’s got his chin resting in his hand and is looking up to see Sir fuck my face while he enjoys my hole.

“Come up here, Reggie. Slide your cock between his cheeks, but you’re not allowed to penetrate him. I want your mouth.”

I tremble as Reggie lets out a breathless, “Fuck.”

He lies on my back, head over my shoulder, fucking my crease before taking Sir’s thick rod into his mouth. Sir fucks him with it but not as hard as he would me, then gives me another taste, back and forth, the two of us sharing my favorite cock while the feel of Reggie’s dick in my crack is making my head spin.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Marsh,” Reggie says after me, then dives onto Sir’s dick again.

“Lick my balls while he sucks me,” Sir tells me, and I bury my head between his legs, laving the heavy sac full of the cum I’m dying to have inside me.

My head bumps Reggie’s sometimes, the two of us sucking and licking, enjoying the treat we’ve been given.

“That’s enough.” Sir pulls back, and I’m pretty sure Reggie whines like I do. “Face the pillows on your hand and knees, pet. Reggie, once I’m inside his ass, you have free rein over hismouth, except remember, no coming inside him. Your load can go on his face but not in his mouth.”

“Yes, Marsh.” Reggie’s voice is rough and needy.

We move into position, Sir grabbing the bottle of lube he’d set on the nightstand. Once he’s slicked up, he kneels behind me and spreads my cheeks.

“There’s my hole. I lent it out to Reggie’s tongue, but it belongs to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His crown pushes at me, stretches me. It hurts a bit more than usual because I didn’t have any fingers first, but I welcome the pain, crave more of it. I beg for Sir to hurry up and fuck me, but he just smacks my sore ass again and says to be patient.

Once he’s buried to the hilt, all is right in the world.

“Go on,” Sir says, and Reggie takes hold of my hair. They both let loose on me, using my holes, taking what I give them, making me feel like nothing is more important than my pleasure. I want to be this for them, want to make them feel good and to be satisfied in return.

I cry out when they both thrust into me again, Reggie’s dick in my throat, Sir’s owning my ass. It reminds me of the time with the dildo, only it’s different because both cocks inside me are real and hot and attached to people who mean so much to me. Two people who don’t look at me and see anything wrong with this moment, two people who love me in different ways.

The sounds of our sex fill the room. They pound me until I can hardly hold myself up anymore, treating me like I’m nothing but a tool for them, yet also showing me it’s okay to take pride in that.

My dick flexes with each movement, balls so full they’re painful.

“Fuck…I’m gonna come!” Reggie pulls out.

“Come, pet. You can come too.”

I close my eyes just before the first blast of Reggie’s cum hits my face. It makes my own nuts draw up, the tingle in my body making me explode, spurting ribbons of cum on the bed.

Sir keeps slamming into me as more of Reggie’s load hits my face, and then Sir’s hands tighten on my hips, his dick twitching and jerking inside me as he fills my ass with his cum.

“Holy shit, that was good.” Reggie plops down on the bed. “Don’t open your eyes, JT.”

Sir lays me down. “Can you get something to wipe him up?” he asks Reggie.

“Yeah, sure.” The dynamic between them—of Marshall instructing and Reggie listening—is clearly over, and that fills my chest with calmness.

A moment later, Reggie is back, but I know it’s Sir cleaning my face.

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