My lover and his friend.

My mouth is full and so am I below. Today, he introduces me to one of his business partners. My body is jostling back and forth between them both, with seemingly practiced rhythm. My nipples burn painfully; a gift from Mr. Vice-grip Hands. My nipples extend out at his continuous prodding for this past hour, his fetish for large breasts evident. He spends the first fifteen minutes simply sucking them and squeezing them firmly, commenting all the while to my smiling lover. But his friend chooses to communicate to me via my nipples and pinches them harder, deeper, or firmer to indicate how he deep he wants to be in my throat. My lover speaks to him in Portuguese, which I do not understand. They take turns spearing my mouth and between my thighs. The taste of them both, mingled with my own wetness intoxicates me and ensures my body will yield to whatever whim they paint upon the evening.

The most difficult part of being double penetrated, for me, is that I feel overfull, and cannot move nor clench my muscles, nor push them out of me, should the pain become too great. My lover knows I love this. He never asks me about my boundaries nor borders, he simply lays out the course and fingers me until I obey.