The Client 2 by sutreaux
Tags: M/M/M, domination/control, sex work, blow job, anal sex, orgasm denials, cock caging, brief cock warming
Despite the foundational non-monogamy of our little triad, and everyone's schedules, and pretty intentional avoidance of the relationship escalator, it wasn't long before my (our) dates with The Client became all-day affairs.
He had come over early one Sunday, and we immediately fell all over each other. I barely managed to pull us away from our groaning and grabbing and thrusting and clutching to play the mini-scene I'd orchestrated: you kneeling between my feet as I sat in the big butch office chair so many clients cream themselves for, facing him. He stood maybe a meter away, but leaning in, reaching, panting for one of your incredible blowjobs. I think we were both eager to offer him your gifts, me holding your jaw open, you laying your tongue over your bottom lip, welcoming his dickhead. He and I groaned in unison.
His fly undone in a moment, he flipped his waistband down over his already-hard cock, dropping his briefs and pants to his ankles. He had slipped easily into our dynamic by now -- he took a step forward, and waited patiently for permission. My permission.
Not yet in the action, I directed, expecting and demanding he look only at me, ask only me, thank only me for this gift.
"Sir if you would please, please just let me, if you would let me feel his mouth -- your mouth -- your mouth to give -- if I could just slip inside, I would be so so grateful."
He begged so beautifully, so submissively -- I couldn't help but indulge him. Fist in your hair, yanking you back and open, I offered you to him: "Come in here."
He closed the gap to you and I eased my grip on your hair to give you enough leeway to work your luscious mouth over him, onto him. He hadn't gotten to enjoy our combined talents in a few weeks, and it showed. As soon as you closed your lips around him, he surged forward, maybe involuntarily, sinking into your mouth. And I suddenly tightened my grip, pulling you to choking depth, farther than he would've in one thrust. You sputtered, throat spasming around his dickhead, only for a moment before recovering.
"Get yourself under control, demon," I admonished you, teasingly.
I let you two have each other. I loved the way your energy played together -- you amped him up, and then rode the reverb through him. You went to town on his dick, he went to town on your mouth. The noises you made together brought pulses of blood to my cock, still untouched. His hand joined mine in your hair, our fingers interlacing, his strong and soft, and yielding.
I relaxed to only loosely holding each of you -- one hand in your hair, my other palm on his thigh -- and you two relaxed into a rhythm. He thrust on a beat into your mouth. You played a perfect accompaniment, humming into his thrust. But when his beat started to stutter, I suddenly pushed him and pulled you, breaking up your duet.
"That's enough." I used my deepest voice, from my diaphragm.
Your groan was almost a scream, and he choked. As you got yourselves under control, I released my grip on each of you, with a verbal warning for you to behave -- both of you.
You buried your face in his thick thigh, nuzzling and mouthing and gasping at him. He cradled your head again, but loosely this time, and held very still, I assume not trusting himself to touch you or even respond to your touch. It only egged you on, and you became bolder, sliding your mouth lewdly up his shaft, but not taking the head into your mouth. I dragged you away by the hair and gave you a delicious slap, which only seemed to make you more needy and cock hungry.
Not one to deny you, I pulled your head around and slipped into your mouth next, gently rocking into your throat, but holding his eye contact in turn. I was gratified to see his pleading look, and nodded my approval for him to join you on the floor. Your blow jobs are always delicious, heightened by the sudden proximity of his mouth too, his exhale hot on my thigh every time he remembered to breathe.
I guess I really am one to deny you, because eventually I pulled out, leaving you pouting, finding a little solace in mouthing at his ear and throat.
Both of us now ignoring you, I praised him for waiting patiently for his turn while I slowly fed him my cock. It was not the first time I'd had his mouth on me, but the first intentional, focused blow job he'd given me. His technique was decent, nothing like your finely honed skill, but his determination and obvious pleasure had me quaking early. I held off as long as I could, savoring both of your mouths in turn, all three of us worked up and desperate, until I finally let go. We didn't yet have agreements around coming in his mouth, so I valiantly pulled myself out to spurt onto both your chests. You kissed him hungrily, then fell on his chest, licking up my cum like it was your last meal. When he rushed in and kissed you deeply before you could swallow, an aftershock rocked me, drawing out one final spasm. Seeing both of you beneath me, sharing my come, your orgasms barely at bay, I must've preened.
He shook slightly, bowing his head and breathing carefully. You didn't let up though, whining, eyes finding mine to plead your need.
"You've done so well, sweet demon, don't ruin it now by being greedy."
You were in some kind of mood, because you pressed on, daring to touch your own dick without permission.
Even The Client knew better. Still semi-hard, still breathing carefully, he turned toward you and loosely looped his fingers around your wrists. He pulled them to your sides -- more to give you something to press against than to really restrain you. You huffed, but only barely flexed your wrists in his grasp.
I went on: "Come to think of it, we're going to need you to be on your best behavior where we're going. Can you do that? Can you not be so greedy for a few hours, for once?"
You scowled and arched up as if to rub your dick against his thigh -- the exact right and wrong answer I was hoping for.
"Oh no, no no no. Little pet, little demon. We'll have your best behavior tonight."
I turned to The Client, and ran a hand through his hair. "Hold him here for a few moments while I go get something that might help." Both of you stiffened a little bit, in probably slightly different mixes of anticipation and fear and arousal.
I left the room briefly. I could've brought your cock cage in here earlier, but I relished overhearing you two alone together -- his kisses and groans loud against your neck, your whimpers and pants, as he dipped his toes deeper into the type of pleasure-torture he was learning you both love. I waited outside the door quietly until your moans grew fevered, then gave a little "aha!" warning before reentering.
You were still facing each other, kneeling, flushed and beautiful, his hands tighter now around your wrists. First I leaned over from standing, mostly intentionally fumbling the cage, letting you feel the weight of the cage and the warmth of my hands. As if frustrated, I dropped to a squat behind you, biting into your shoulder as I kept trying, kept fumbling, getting you harder and hotter.
"This isn't working, I'll need him facing me." I directed this to The Client, and with some maneuvering and manhandling, mostly of you, we put you in between us, on your knees, your back against his front. Despite him holding your wrists, you took advantage of my contrived fumbling, continuing to buck your hips away from the cage.
I'll admit, I had hoped you would fight and rock and disobey. You're both so delightful to torture.
I was mostly convincing in my disappointment, huffing and shaking my head as I reached underneath you to slick lube over The Client's cock and your asshole. If his erection had subsided at all since your phenomenal but unfortunatelys blow job, you'd rocked and wiggled against him enough that he was fully hard again. You both watched me, you wide-eyed, his eyes half-closed with lust. I cupped both my hands under your ass and nudged you up and back. Despite how turned on and tight you were, his dick slipped easily most of the way inside you.
You keened, and he bit into your shoulder.
"Now stay still," I directed both of you, "let me do this safely." I had him wrap his arm around your chest, and you held onto his arms like a lifeline. He sweated, struggling, trying so hard to obey, resisting even as you continued to rock just a little bit, teasing him with the echo of your earlier shared rhythm. I don't know which of you it was harder for, or which of you was harder for it.
"Demon, you're too hard to fit in this cage. Relax, let yourself go soft."
To your credit, you tried.
Your dick stayed rock hard, but your back and belly relaxed some, letting his dick slide another half-inch into you. You both groaned with the simple and overwhelming pleasure of it. I kneeled against your thighs, holding you securely, and under you, him, holding himself stiff inside you.
"I suppose we'll need something to help you along, eh?" I tutted a bit, playfully, and stepped out. I knew you two weren't going to behave for long without my supervision, so I returned as quickly as I could -- with a washcloth and bowl of ice water.
You started shuddering before I even dipped the cloth, your muscles through your neck, shoulders, chest, and belly. I let you growl, curse, moan, even beg me. I cradled your balls and the base of your shaft in one hand, and slowly drag the chilly washcloth over the crown of your dick. A few times, your flinches and spasms got the better of him, and he would shift his hips up into you reflexively, which I would answer with a slap of the cold washcloth against both your balls.
Finally I took pity on you, and smoothed your dick down several times with my palm, holding your face lovingly, until you softened enough to fit in your cock cage safely. My pity extended to him -- with you restrained, I eased up off your thighs and let him off the leash.
He was staring at me expectantly when I finally turned my attention to him -- "Now that this fiend is contained, you may enjoy yourself."
Suddenly released, he threw himself into your ass. I kissed you deeply, savoring your whimpers, and holding you in place to catch his thrusts. I loved watching him lose himself in you, and backed off to give him more room to maneuver.
He worked his angle, pushing your chest forward with a palm between your shoulder blades, forcing you into an exquisite arch with his other hand wrapped around your throat. Well positioned, he found his pace, working his dick carefully, as if savoring you.
As his grunts started sounding more like gasps, and his head started falling back, I poured the rest of the bowl of cold water between you two.
He reared back, and you would've fallen to the ground if I hadn't caught you, mostly with my torso.
He was only bewildered for a moment, and then the cursing started, both curse words and more elaborate ... suggestions of what might befall me. You, on the other hand, in my other hand, were mostly goo, leaning into me, shivering.
"Not to be predictable -- but did you really think I would let either of you come now?"
I nodded him toward a dry towel I'd brought with me. He dried you first, turning attentive and tender, and calming himself too.
"I want you both to really be experience the show, not be all soft and satisfied."
You stirred a little, interest piqued. Neither of you knew anything about the "show" I'd booked for us. Not yet mollified, he stayed stiff, shoulders up.
"Tell me honestly -- do you want me to let you come?" This I directed at him only; you'd conceded your orgasms to me for the night, and most nights.
Suddenly clear-eyed, he caught my eyes and my hand, and softened. "I'm good," is all he said. I turned to you too, nudging your chin up, and you turned to me with the same clarity.
Even with all our pre-agreements and nonverbal communication, sometimes I need to pull back the curtain of the scene. You're both trusting me with so much, after all. I gratefully accepted the little touches and noises you each reassured me with we finally got dressed to go.
I appreciated the extra reassurance of your trust before the show -- your show.
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