[Dare Lord]

CHAPTER 31

Theresa replaced the duct tape over Matt’s mouth as Chris maneuvered her. Chris stood Theresa facing Matt, a few paces away, and slowly bent her torso forward until her face was inches away from the tip of Matt’s cock. Her breasts danged towards the ground, swaying with every slight movement she made. She was looking at Matt’s face all the while, sensing the balance between dominant and submissive shift with every passing second. How could she call herself a dominant if she was bent over, naked, and ready to suck Matt’s cock?

Then again, how could Matt ever be seen as a dominant—tied up, naked, with no say in whether or not his cock got sucked?

Chris positioned himself—and his cock—behind Thresa’s hips, the lips of her pussy parting in wet anticipation. “You know how this works,” he said, his voice soft but authoritative. “Do you want to be spitroasted, Theresa?”

Theresa gulped, eyeing Matt’s cock right in front of her. “Yes,” she replied.

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” Chris teased.

“Yes, I want to be spitroasted.” As if to confirm this, Theresa stuck out her tongue and licked the very tip of Matt’s cock.

“Now, now, now,” Chris said. This was clearly a ritual for them, a game where the two of them played with the idea of the dominant role. “What’s the magic word?” He kept his manhood an inch or two away from her vagina, close enough for Theresa to sense but far enough away to keep her from getting any satisfaction.

Theresa groaned. “Please, Chris. Please fuck me. I want to be spitroasted!”

Chris winked at Matt, as though the two of them were equals, then shrugged. “Whatever you say.” A moment later, he eased the head of his cock into her moist sex.

Theresa let out a gasp as Chris slid inside her, inch by inch. The gasp turned into a moan, and before long, she was practically shaking with the sheer amount of cock she had taken. Then Chris walked her forward a step, and she was in the perfect position. With a final glance at Matt’s face, she took his cock in her mouth and began to live her fantasy in earnest.

It felt, as Matt would have expected, fantastic. Theresa’s mouth was warm and wet—much like she was elsewhere—and she wasn’t afraid to work her tongue. It hadn’t been more than a couple of hours since Matt last came, and for Chris, it had been even less time, but Matt was pretty certain she would give both of them orgasms before she was through.

Soon enough, they developed a rhythm. Chris would thrust forward, causing Theresa to take more of Matt’s cock in her mouth, then he would move his hips back and allow Theresa to sink down on them, which made her lips slide off Matt’s cock. Matt, as was to be assumed from the start, had no control over what was happening, but it felt so good he had no intention of changing it.

Theresa was the first of them to have an orgasm.

For a moment, after a particularly powerful thrust from Chris, she moved her lips away from Matt’s cock and let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a scream. It was a good thing they were alone, Matt thought. But Theresa wasn’t through with her fun yet, and it seemed as though she was going to try for a second.

Now more focused on the guys’ pleasure than her own, Theresa was practically an animal, obeying every urge, bouncing on Chris’s cock and swirling her mouth around Matt’s. Neither guy seemed entirely prepared for the level of intensity she was bringing, and it was lear neither of them would last much longer. Matt grunted through his taped mouth. Chris dug his fingers into her hips.

They were all so absorbed in the task at hand that none of them heard the footsteps approaching from the mouth of the trail.

Matt was so close—and so was Chris. And, from the look of things, a second orgasm from Theresa might be on the horizon as well. She was living out her fantasy, using Matt as a human prop more than anything else. And for the moment, Matt was fine with that. He felt his orgasm building and closed his eyes. Would Theresa swallow? Would she move her mouth away and catch it on her face? Maybe she’d let it drip down onto her breasts.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Standing watching them, hands on stunned and furious hips, was a girl with blonde hair and nice curves, who must have been here for an evening hike without knowing who she’d run into on the trail.

It was Sarah!

TO BE CONTINUED...