You’re the obedient, pathetic bi bottom sub—eager to please, already hard and leaking just from the doorbell. The alpha dominant couple opens the door: the hung man in his 50s, thick cock already half-hard in his pants, and the petite younger woman in her 20s, sharp-eyed and smirking. They barely look at you as a person. You’re just their toy for the night.
“Strip. Right there.” His voice is flat, commanding. You drop everything at the threshold—clothes in a heap, cock springing free, ass exposed. They laugh the second they see you. She steps in close, lands a sharp slap across your ass, then another, harder, while she talks over you.
“Look at this pathetic little bitch. Already dripping just from being told what to do. What a needy hole.” She grabs your chin, forces eye contact. “You’re nothing but a cocksleeve and a fucktoy for us. Say it.”
You do. Soft, obedient, eyes down. He doesn’t wait. One big hand clamps the back of your head and he shoves his thick cock straight into your mouth. No warm-up. He holds you there, fucking your throat in short, punishing strokes while she watches and laughs. Spit runs down your chin. Your eyes water. Every time you gag he pushes deeper and she spanks you again, calling you a good little throat slut, a desperate bi whore who exists to gag on real cock.
She lubes two fingers and works them into your ass while he’s still using your mouth, then replaces them with a thick dildo. She fucks it in and out slow at first, then harder, matching the rhythm of his hips. “Feel that? That’s what you’re good for. Getting opened up so we can use both ends.” More laughter. More belittling. You’re moaning around his cock like the pathetic sub you are, hips twitching, completely given over.
She straps on next—slick, heavy, and she doesn’t ease in. She pushes the strapon into you in one steady thrust while he keeps your head pinned and his cock buried in your throat. Both of them fucking you at once, laughing, talking over you like you’re furniture.
“Look at him take it. Such a greedy little hole. Can’t even think, can you? Just a set of holes for us to fill.” She reaches under and smacks your cock whenever it jerks too much, telling you you’re not allowed to come, not yet, not until they’ve finished using you.
Eventually he pulls out of your mouth, spit-slick and throbbing, and pushes you down onto all fours (or flat on your stomach, pinned). He mounts you from behind, thick cock stretching you open while she straddles your face and grinds her pussy down onto your tongue. You eat her like the obedient little bitch you are—long, messy strokes, sucking her clit when she tells you to, while he pounds your ass hard and deep, one hand in your hair, the other holding you in place so you can’t move.
They keep talking the whole time. Calling you pathetic. Calling you their property for the night. Laughing every time you whimper or try to push back for more. She rides your face harder when she gets close. He fucks you deeper when he feels you clench. You’re just the middle—used, owned, completely under them.
They don’t stop until they’re both finished with you. When they finally pull away you’re left trembling, marked, spit and lube everywhere, still hard and aching, waiting for the next order like the good, pathetic, obedient sub you are. |
