23. Atlas
ATLAS
C allum has always had a thing for suffocation. He enjoys doing it to Mona and me, but most of all, he enjoys having it done to him. He loves nothing more than suffocating.
He lies on the bed, holding up his hand as Mona moves to straddle his face. “Atlas, why don’t you go get a pair of panties and show them to Mona?”
My blood runs cold at his words. He’s pissed that I got to fuck Mona first, and now he wants to put me in my place. This is what our life will be like. Three switches who aren’t sure which role they want to play.
“What panties?” Mona asks.
“Little Atlas here has been going into your apartment late at night. He likes to touch you while you sleep. After he’s had a little fun, he goes into your hamper and takes a souvenir. Go on, Atlas. Show her.”
Walking to the dresser, I open the top drawer. I look at the array of panties piled inside and pull out a black cotton pair.
Callum laughs, his Scottish accent thicker than usual as he says, “The sicko likes to cum in them. Isn’t that cute?”
Mona smirks, and I can’t help wondering what she’s thinking. “So that’s where my panties are going? I assumed it was some pervert at the laundromat who was taking them.
Mona walks over to me, wrapping her fingers around mine briefly before taking the panties. Bending, she uses them to wipe the cum from her inner thighs before lifting them to my mouth. “Open your mouth, you perverted little slut.”
My lips part, and she stuffs the cum covered panties in my mouth.
“I need you to lube up Callum’s ass and fuck him like the bitch he is while he uses his worthless tongue to clean my pussy.”
I nod.
“Get your legs up, puppy,” Mona orders Callum.
Callum raises his legs, and I pour the lube on my dick and around his asshole.
“Finger his ass, Atlas. Fuck his backdoor for me. Show him what a little bitch he is for us. Let him know he’s nothing more than our cum dump.”
My dick is harder than steel. I’m pretty sure it could cut through glass. I never thought I’d get so hard from seeing a woman dominate not only me but also Callum, and I have to admit that it’s the biggest high I’ve ever known.
“Go on, be a good boy for me, and fuck him nice and hard.”
I press the tip of my cock into Callum, letting him adjust before slowly pushing further. Once he relaxes, I slowly pull back before thrusting forward again.
Mona returns to Callum and hovers over his head on the bed, allowing a drop of cum to land on his face.
Callum groans. “Sit on my face, Mona.”
“Little bitches don’t tell their mistress what to do,” Mona says.
“I let you play your game, Mona. I'll let you have your fun. But it’s time for me to put you in your place. When I tell you to sit on my face, you’re going to be a good little slut, and give me what I want. Now shut the fuck up and ride me until you come all over my face.”
“Oh, God,” Mona moans.
“No, Mona. I’m a servant because you’re God. You’re my fuckin’ lord and savior,” Callum mumbles into her pussy. “Grind this sweet cunt on my face. Allow me to feel worthy of your love.”
Callum growls as he tugs Mona down, forcing her to sit directly on his face.
Seeing the way Mona comes undone for us has me on the edge.
Watching the people I love in the throes of passion is the most intoxicating drug I could take.
It’s potent and addictive, and I’m a slave to it.
These two control me, body, mind, and soul.
They are my reason for waking up in the morning and my peace when I close my eyes.
I want more of it. I want to be consumed by it, wrapped in rapture, and taken to paradise to hold onto this feeling for all of eternity.
My hand moves to Callum’s dick, and I pump until all three of us explode in unison in a release that has me understanding the meaning of life.
But as the high wears off, the fear sets in.
What if she doesn’t stay?