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It was supposed to be casual.
A one-night thing.
Dirty fun with a married couple who promised discretion and “light kink.”
I thought I’d be the one in control.
I’d walk in, make her moan, give him a good show,
and leave with their scent between my thighs.
I didn’t know I was walking into a room that would undo me.
They met me at the bar.
Elegant. Collected.
Too calm for people who wanted to fuck a stranger.
She wore silk.
He wore leather around his wrist.
And both of them looked at me like they already owned me.
We had one drink.
Then he leaned in close and said…
“You’ll call me Sir. You’ll call her Ma’am. If that doesn’t scare you, finish your drink and follow.”
I didn’t flinch.
I swallowed the last sip of wine, stood, and walked between them.
Their hotel suite was dimly lit, candles flickering, soft music playing, but not the romantic kind.
Something deeper. Primal.
I could feel the beat in my chest.
She stepped behind me and unzipped my dress without a word.
It slipped to the floor like I wasn’t meant to wear it in the first place.
He stepped in front of me and tipped my chin up.
“Rules are simple,” he said.
“You’re ours for the night. You obey. You listen. You don’t come unless given permission.”
I nodded.
Breathless.
“Use your words, baby,” she whispered against my ear.
“Do you submit?”
God.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
They took their time.
Tied me up with my wrists above my head, soft rope that felt like silk but held like steel.
They blindfolded me, laid me across cool sheets, and whispered things into my ears that made my thighs clench.
“Good girl.”
“You’re dripping already, aren’t you?”
“We haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
And they hadn’t.
They watched me.
Touched me lightly. Teased.
A stroke along my inner thigh.
The tip of a feather against my nipple.
Her nails down my ribs.
His hand was around my throat, just enough to make me tremble.
Then she kissed me.
And he spread my legs.
“Stay open,” he growled.
She slid her fingers into me while he watched—slow, deep.
Her thumb circled my clit until I was gasping—begging—to cum.
“You don’t get to beg yet,” he said.
“You haven’t earned it.”
I was soaked.
Shaking.
Held down by rope and rules.
He fucked her right in front of me.
Straddled her thighs, kissed her hard, and drove into her with a sound that made my whole body ache.
She screamed for him, nails clawing down his back, and every time she looked at me…
She smiled like this was all for my surrender.
When she came, she turned her head toward me and whispered,
“Your turn.”
He took me next.
Bent me over the bed, blindfold still on, fingers tangled in my hair.
No softness.
Just use.
He fucked me like I was his.
Driving into me while she sat in front of me and kissed my mouth,
rubbed my clit, whispered filth into my ear
while I trembled between them.
I came without permission.
My body betrayed me.
He pulled out immediately.
“Naughty little thing.”
She smirked.
“She’ll learn.”
Later, I lay between them,
naked, used, kiss-bruised and blissed out.
My head in her lap.
His hand stroking the inside of my thigh like I belonged to them now.
She kissed my forehead and said,
“You were made for this.”
And she was right.
I didn’t just love it.
I craved it.
The structure.
The tension.
The way I melted under their hands and finally, finally didn’t have to lead.
Didn’t have to decide.
Just obey.
Just open.
Just cum.
When I left that night, I wasn’t just a girl who played with couples.
I was a unicorn.
And I would never fuck the same again.
🦄 This was just my first encounter.
The first time I tasted how powerful it is to be wanted by both.
Now?
I don’t wait for invitations.
I get booked.
Every Monday, I take you into one of those nights.
The bodies, the heat, the secrets I leave dripping between their thighs.
Next Week’s story?
Even hotter.
She booked me as her birthday gift.
Her husband watched…
But I made her forget he even existed.
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