Serialized Story: "Third Party Submission," Part 9

Note: The last installment of the story. Thanks for reading! Contains lots of sex, including MMF.

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“Would you like to cum again, fucktoy?” David asked. By the location of his voice I could tell that he was the one who had used the vibrator on me. I was momentarily pulled out of the fog of submission by hearing someone else call me that, but sank immediately into it again by how much it turned me on to hear him call me that.

Fucktoy. A toy a person fucks. A doll. A receiver of fucks, of cocks in any and every hole it has. It’s impossible to describe how much I loved being a fucktoy. Your fucktoy. A fucktoy that gets shared.

I could feel an intense desire building up again. “Mm-hmm,” I finally answered, nodding my blindfolded & ball-gagged head, “mm-hmm.”

You moved away, off the bed, I think, while I felt the mattress dip down as David got up onto it. It must have been his hands that spread my ass cheeks apart again, and his cock that teased my engorged, sensitive flesh.

“I’m going to fuck you while your husband fucks me,” I heard David say. “I’m going to fuck you, little toy, until I cum in you.”

A low, growling moan rose out of me. I wanted him in me so badly, the same cock that had so recently been in you.

I felt the head of his member rub my entrance, getting slick, before moving down to tease my clit, then up to push gently against my perineum, then down again to slide into me. He was so slow, so agonizingly slow. I couldn’t even yell at him to hurry up and fuck me; I could only moan with frustration into the gag, the lips around the gag dripping as much as the lips around his cock.

“Do you need it?” David asked, pulling out entirely.

I screamed through my ball gag in reply. Your hands undid the ball gag strap and helped the ball out of my mouth. I started begging immediately.

“God, fuck me! Slide your cock in me and fuck me!”

“Ask politely,” you demanded, yanking my head back by my hair.

“Please! Please! Please fuck me, David! I need it!” I filled the room with my need as he sank back into me. You reattached the ball gag as he started to fuck me. My brain didn’t know which sensations to pay attention to. I felt scrambled and lost in the moment.

This time, the intimacy between you and David would be something I couldn’t witness. But that thought didn’t cross my mind until later. In the moment, I was completely in my body, completely in the present.

The loss of some freedoms -- to speak, to move, to see -- gave me the freedom to thoroughly enjoy every sensation, from the stretch of muscles to the rub of the bedspread to the feel of David’s cock filling my cunt. I didn’t need or want anything other than for this moment to stretch out into infinity. I no longer cared about who was being pleasured or pleased, about who was dominant or submissive, or anything else. Just the one repeated realization that I was being fucked. It felt so good.

Then came the noises. I had already been moaning and breathing hard for what seemed like an eternity. Then David and you were moaning and grunting, too. Then came the words.

“Oh, that feels so good,” David breathed, pushing his hands harder against my ass. “Your cock feels so good in my ass.”

“Yeah?” you said, “You like my hard dick?”

“Yeah, I love it. Stick it all the way -- fuck yeah, just like that,” David said, sighing happily.

The rhythm that developed was different, slower, more deliberate. I imagined David sliding onto your cock every time he slid out of me, impaling himself on you. I imagined you fucking me through him, controlling his movements with your own cock and hips. It drove me wild. I came again.

And again.

I lost sense of time and felt like nothing more than a fuckhole, which was my favorite way to lose my sense of self. There was nothing but the three of us in our own little world of sex and moans, pushing and pulling.

I heard you come first, a loud grunt, and felt David push and lean into me. Then he came, too, his cock bucking deep inside me. I pushed back and ground my ass against his hips, willing him even deeper in, imagining him sandwiched between us, full of you and your seed, forced to wait there until we were done with him.

I was almost sad when I felt the bed shift, the pressure back off, and suddenly I was alone again. I felt David’s come leaking out of me, spreading out across my already wet crotch, sliding slowly over my clit to drip onto the bedspread.

“Wow,” I heard you say, “That was amazing. Thank you.”

“And thank you,” David replied. I could hear the smile in his voice. “That felt great.”

“You liked my fucktoy?”

I turned my head toward the sound of my nickname and whimpered around the ball gag.

“Your fucktoy was delicious.” David said. I felt a thrill of excitement rush through me.

“Do you need anything?” you asked.

“I’m going to clean up in the bathroom, if you don’t mind,” David replied.

“Sounds good,” you said. I heard the master bathroom door close, then the door to the hall bath, as well.

I, the fucktoy, waited patiently, still coming down from the high. The sweat on my body started to cool.

I heard a door open, felt you draw near just before you whispered in my ear, “Did you have fun?”

I nodded my head.

“You are amazing, fucktoy,” you said. I tried to smile.

You released me from the ball gag and I stretched and relaxed my jaw muscles before saying, “You are pretty amazing, too.”

You undid my blindfold before releasing my wrist and ankle cuffs from the bed’s straps. I saw that you were already dressed. I didn’t want to move. I kind of wanted to stay tied down so I could remain a lazy puddle of fucked toy, but I imagined I’d need to play the part of hostess again.

David came out of the bathroom, dressed and looking put together. I suddenly felt disheveled and frumpy. But, when his eyes met mine, he gave me such a warm smile I felt any self-consciousness melt away.

“Thank you, Naomi,” he said, stepping toward me. I sat up, naked save for my cuffs and collar, and he took my hand and kissed my cheek.

“Thank you, David,” I replied.

“I hope this is something we can do again soon,” he said, turning to you. You both shook hands, a kind of formality that belied what we had just been up to.

“Maybe you’d like a glass of water or something before you go?” you asked him.

“I’d be happy to get you some,” I offered.

“That would be nice, thank you,” David said.

The three of us headed back toward the living room. The fact that both of you were clothed and I was naked thrilled me. It was fun playing out my fantasy of being a plaything for two men.

I got out two glasses while you both sat on the couch again. There was a moment of deja vu. I wondered if you’d kiss. But you hadn’t by the time I brought the glasses of water out on a tray. I knelt at your feet and held the tray up and you both helped yourself to water.

“Lower the tray a little,” you said, “I want to see your breasts when you’re serving me.”

Just that matter-of-fact tone of voice made my clit jump. I lowered the tray to reveal my breasts and smiled up at you. I was just where I wanted to be.

The End