Lost in Lust

 Lost in Lust

I loved to watch their masculine bodies press against eachother. Thick cocks sliding together in their warm callous palms, lost in lust. I couldn’t help but scoff, leaning back on the couch as I pressed the wand into my clit. There was nothing better than watching two little submissive beta males rut together for my amusement.

“I remember when you both claimed to be straight. I can’t believe it didn’t take much convicing” I chuckled, feeling my wetness sliding over the head of the wand, “Actually, I CAN believe it. You both were going to end up in bed together one way or another. I just sped up the process with a little tequila. Now look at both of you, lost in lust. Doing exactly what men really crave to do. Fuck and suck eachother for a beautiful woman’s pleasure.”

Destined to end up lost in lust together

Cyrus and Bren had always been best friends. They did absolutely everything together, even shared a woman on occasion. They nearly breathed in sync. So when I started dating Bren, I wasn’t at all surprised to find out how much time they really spent together. Cyrus was always around, and honestly, I didn’t mind.  I often got lost in lust looking at his muscled brown body, dark brown eyes, and curly hair.

Aesthetically, he was the exact opposite of Bren’s golden, green eyes, lithe form, but that almost made it better for me. I spent many nights rubbing my pussy as I imagined their opposite forms melding together. When Bren and I were lost in lust of our own, he made a soft whimper sound every time I slid my girthy strap inside his tight hole. A large part of me began to wonder how he would whimper if Cyrus were the one pressing inside him.

Bren was so slender, like a willow tree, and Cryus is a mighty oak. I’m just a girl. How could I not want to see his brown, muscled arms wrapped around Bren’s waist as he pounds him into oblivion? I wanted to hold Bren’s head down on the girthy, thick cock I knew Cyrus had. How could I not sneak a peek while he was in the shower? I had to see what my boyfriend would be working with. I’m just a good girlfriend like that.

Who wants shots?

I couldn’t help but giggle as I was squished between the both of them on the sofa. Their knees pressed into me, and I smiled. I felt the heat grow between them as I procured a bottle of tequila from my bags.

“Oh, Ava, no! You know I always get so sloppy when I drink that shit,” Bren groaned as I mischievously pushed the shot glass towards him. I slyly smiled, noticing how Cyrus, lost in lust gaze, fixated on Brens face and cock, “You guys don’t want to deal with that.”

“Don’t speak for me,” Cyrus flashed a white tooth grin, a hungry gaze behind his eyes as he stared at Bren, “It’s fun to see your uptight ass get a little sloppy.”

Bren huffed as I grabbed his shot glass, my other hand going to his throat, “Come on, baby. Don’t be a buzzkill. Say ahhh.”

Don’t fight it.

Cyrus and I poured shot after shot down Bren’s throat, and he just let it happen. I figured he would, with his pristine clothes pressed and neat. He never would have let himself go like this without a little help. I knew Bren needed this and deep down. He knew it too.

I’ve seen the porn he watches, little twinks getting dominated by alpha males. My only wish was that he could have been honest with me, so I wouldn’t have had to go through all this trouble. I never would have minded sharing his sweet little ass. What I did mind was the dishonesty.

“A-Ava, what are you doing? “Making your dreams come true, baby,” I whispered hotly in his ear, pushing his body into Cyrus’s lap. Cyrus’s greedy pawed as his lithe form, sliding his hands under his shirt to caress his nipples. Bren let out a squeal of protest, squirming with all his might.  “Just relax and enjoy, I promise, everything is okay. I know you want this.”

Lost in Lust, there’s nothing to do but accept.

“No, no, no,” Bren shook his head profusely. Cyrus began to bite his neck. His other hand began to undo his belt buckle as Cyrus lifted him up and moved them to the bed. I shimmed out of my black lacey thong that was already soaking wet and began to slide my fingers inside my cunt.

“He loves that, bite him on the joint between his neck and shoulder. ” I instructed Cyrus firmly, spreading my legs wide so I could place the vibrator directly on my clit. Bren let out a loud moan, the sound as sweet as a million angels singing, “I told you.”

Cyrus stripped Bren naked, pulling a pocket knife out of his jeans so he could just cut the clothes off. Bren whimpered and stayed completely still till his large cock was finally free. I cackled as an orgasm began to roll across my whole body, “Aren’t I such a good girlfriend?”

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