The bass from the music vibrated through the floorboards, so hard you could feel it in your chest. Todd sat at a high-top table near the edge of the chaos, a drink in his hand. The air was thick, a cocktail of aftershave, spilled liquor, and sweat that came from a hundred bodies moving in in a cramped space. Todd took a slow sip, his eyes fixed on the center of the dance floor where the only person he cared to give his attention to had positioned herself.
Becca moved with a rhythm that was entirely her own, oblivious to the press of bodies around her. The black dress she wore clung to her body, the fabric sliding over her hips and thighs with every movement, hugging her backside. Her hair whipped across her face, her lips were parted in heavy breaths and her eyes flicked in his direction to check with almost every movement. This wasn’t just a dance for her, it was a performance, knowing exactly where his gaze landed. She spun, her back arching, accentuating the curve of her arse, and Todd felt that familiar possessive hum begin to rise in him.
It didn’t take long for a challenge. A man, tall and broad-shouldered with a jawline so sharp it looked like it was cut from glass, moved out of the crowd and positioned himself next to Becca. He didn’t ask to dance; he simply stepped into her orbit and matched her vibe. She didn’t shy away. Instead, she moved back into him, her eyes locking onto Todd across the room. She held the contact, a smirk playing on her lips as the stranger’s hands settled tentatively on her waist.
Todd watched the stranger’s grip tighten, watched him lean in to shout something in her ear over the roar of the music. Becca laughed, throwing her head back, but her eyes never left Todd’s. She was asking. It was a silent transaction, a test of the leash he held. didn’t nod, didn’t smile. He simply picked up his drink and took another sip, tilting his head slightly toward the man.
Permission granted.
With Todd’s seal of approval, Becca turned her attention to the stranger, pressing her body against his. Her hands roamed up his chest, fingers digging into him as she rolled her hips against his growing erection. The man responded in kind, gripping her hips and pulling her harder against him, losing himself in the friction, Todd observed from the side, smirking to himself, knowing what fun was in store this evening.
After several minutes, Becca pulled away slightly, grabbing the man by the belt loops to keep him close. She spoke into his ear, her eyes darting back to Todd for a fraction of a second. The man looked over at Todd, surprise flickering across his face before his lips spread into a grin and he nodded. Becca took his hand, moving them both through the crowd toward where Todd sat.
“Todd,” Becca breathed, arriving at the table and leaning against his chest. She smelled of sweat and sweet perfume. “This is… well, I didn’t actually ask his name, so I don’t actually know… But he’s enthusiastic.”
The stranger stopped at the edge of the table, looking between them. “I’m Trav,” he shouted over the music, eyeing Todd with a smirk. “She said you might be looking to end the evening elsewhere?”
Todd stood up, the heavy thud of his boots grounding him. He looked Trav up and down, taking the man in. “A question first, clearly I saw you could dance, Trav… But do you know how to share?” A playful smirk played on Todds lips.
Trav laughed, confidence emanating from him. “Yeah, I think play well with others..”
“Good,” Todd said, his voice low and rough. He finished his drink. “Lets test that, shall we?” And he gestured to the exit.
The taxi ride to their house was almost suffocating, hands lightly wandered and breaths were heavy with anticipation. Becca sat between the two men in the backseat, her hands roaming lightly over both their thighs. Trav’s hand was high up on her leg, while Todd kept his hand possessively, steady and confident, on her knee. He had nothing to prove here.
When they finally stepped through the front door, the atmosphere shifted suddenly, it was heavier, the anticipation fading into something far more dangerous. Todd turned to Becca, grabbing her face and kissing her hard and she melted against him, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
Behind her, Trav stepped up, his hands sliding around her waist and then back to find the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. The dress dropped and pooled at her feet, leaving her in just a lace bra and panties. Todd broke the kiss, stepping back to admire her.
“Bedroom,” Todd commanded.
They moved up the stairs together, a tangle of limbs, grasping for each other in the dimly lit hall. Clothes were shed in a trail from the door, leading to the bedroom—shoes, jeans, shirts. Becca crawled onto the center of the bed, looking back at them with a mixture of submission and pure lust.
Todd climbed on after her, positioning himself behind her. He unhooked her bra, tossing it aside, and gripped her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees and running his hands down her spine, feeling the shiver that ran through her body. He looked up at Trav, who stood by the edge of the bed, watching them, his hand stroking the obvious bulge in his boxers.
“Oh.. you made such a mess of her already,” Todd said, his voice rough as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her to the cool air. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” and he moved aside.
Trav leant forward, and ran a finger between her thighs, making sure it was covered in her, before he took it to Todd’s mouth. Todd didn’t hesitate, he cleaned it all off.
Trav grinned and moved onto the bed. He knelt in front of Becca and pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free—thick, already leaking pre-come. Becca didn’t wait for an instruction; she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head and a slight gag as she moved down his length.
Todd watched, his own erection straining painfully against the fabric of his boxers. He stripped them off, kicking them away. He moved closer to Becca, spreading her arse cheeks wider with his hands. He moved one of them between her thighs, she was soaked, her pussy slick and swollen, he slid a couple of fingers inside her.
While she gagged slightly around the cock in her throat, she tried to moan but couldn’t quite get it out. Her hips bucking back against Todd’s fingers, willing them deeper. The room filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of sex—moans, grunts, and the creaking of the bed frame beneath the,
Todd pulled away, lining his cock up with her entrance and pushing forward in one smooth thrust, burying himself deep inside her. Becca cried out, having to move herself away from Trav’s cock to let the moan out properly.
“Fuck,” Todd groaned, gripping her hips tight. He began to move, not fast, but deep, every thrust pushed Becca forward, forcing her to take Trav deeper down her throat now that she had managed to control herself a little.
Trav watched Todd, his eyes glinting with pleasure. He reached down, tangling his fingers in Becca’s hair, holding her head steady as he fucked her mouth. But his gaze kept drifting to Todd, to the way his body moved as he drove into Becca, to the sweat beading on his forehead.
Todd caught the look. He slowed his pace slightly and locked eyes with Trav.
“Fuck me” he said
Becca giggled, this was about the get REALLY fun, she thought.
Trav hesitated for a split second, then pulled his cock from Becca’s throat and moved himself behind Todd.
Todd leant forward slightly and positioned his legs slightly further apart to give Trav more to work with.
Trav looked to his side and saw a bottle of lube sat, ready, waiting… He pumped a little out and ran his hand over Todd’s waiting arsehole, slipping a finger slightly inside making Todd gasp a little…
His cock didn’t need any, it was soaked with saliva from Becca choking and gagging on him a moment before… And he used both hands to pull Todds arse cheeks apart… Todd tensed slightly as he felt the cool air hit him.
“Ready?” Trav asked, his hand gripping Todd’s hip.
A resounding “Yes” came from both other parties.
He pushed forward; Todd felt a sharp stretch that bordered on pain before it shifted into a heavy, full pressure. He groaned, his head thrown back with pleasure and his grip tightening on Becca’s hips.
Trav didn’t stop until he was fully inside, his hips flush against Todd’s ass. And he held there for a moment, letting everyone settle and find the rhythm they would need for this.
He pulled back and thrust forward again. The force drove Todd’s hips up, pushing his cock deeper into Becca and she cried out with pure pleasure.
The three of them started moving together, Trav into Todd, Todd into Becca and her pushing back to make sure everyone stayed nice and deep.
Todd closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the dual sensation. The tight, wet heat of Becca’s pussy clenching around him, her arse pushing back into him, driving him deep inside her and the thick, hard cock filling him from behind, stretching out his arsehole like never before. He felt used, almost dominated, but powerful all at once. He could hear Trav’s grunts behind him, feel the slap of his balls as he drove deep inside with each thrust and he could hear Becca’s moans and whimpers as her body shuddered beneath him
Trav leaned forward, pressing his body against Todd, digging his fingertips deep into his hip, getting the best hold he could to drive them all together as closely as possible.
“God, you’re tight,” he growled in Todd’s ear.
Todd moaned a little, he’d never heard that before, it made his body shiver and his cock twitched violently inside Becca.
Trav picked up the pace, slamming into Todd and the bed rocked violently, Becca taking the full force of both of them thrusting behind her, of Trav pushing Todd deeper into her than he’d ever been before.
“I’m close,” Becca whimpered, her breaking.
Todd reached beneath her, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight, fast circles. “Come for me,” he ordered.
She shattered. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamped around Todd’s cock like a vice and flooded all over Todd’s cock. So much, she thought Trav must be able to feel it too. She almost screamed it felt so good, her entire body was shaking with the force of her orgasm.
The sensation was too much for Todd. The combination of her gripping around him and Trav’s relentless pounding pushed him over the edge. He groaned long and low, his back arching as he spilled himself deep inside her, pumping thick ribbons of cum into her.
Trav felt Todd’s ass clench around him as he came, and it triggered his own release. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt emptied his own load into Todd’s eager arsehole, filling him to the brim.
They collapsed in sweaty, cum covered heap, the air hot and filled with heavy breaths. Becca lay in the middle of the two men, body still shuddering slightly. Todd stared up at the ceiling, his heart hammering against his ribs, the sweat cooling on his skin. He felt the phantom pressure of Trav’s cock still lingering inside him. Trav’s eyes were lingering over the shape of Becca’s body, until he glanced up at Todd.
Todd met his gaze and they both grinned, Becca caught this and giggled.
Hands started to move slightly towards the bodies sprawled out on the bed.
The night, it seemed, was far from over…
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