“Two dudes.”
“Fuck’s sake – I know. You always want two dudes.”
“Yes but but but but. It’s more than that.”
“Honest?”
“Honest. The specific nature of this two-dudes fantasy makes it different to all the rest.”
“Really?”
Really. Let me tell you about my threesome director fantasy…
Picture the scene: a guy turns up at my house, eager and horny and ready to fuck me like I’ve been very bad indeed. Another guy, one I already know well and have fucked many times before, waits inside. He’s the director. He sits in a chair in the corner of the bedroom, while I make our guest welcome.
Glass of wine, chips and dips, sloppy blow job: whatever helps him relax.
All the while the director is watching.
The two guys haven’t met before, but they shake hands and chat casually. I wait patiently, for the director to start work.
“Strip her naked,” he says. “Quickly – she likes it like that.”
The guest does so, trembling a bit with nerves and excitement.
“Faster – you can rip a button or two if you want. Go on – tear her knickers.”
I stand still. Willing, almost docile. The guest rips clothes off me – grabbing and squeezing wherever he exposes my flesh. We kiss. Taking initiative, but editing as the director shouts instructions.
“Grab her by the throat.”
When I’m naked he lets the guest dictate what happens first. Maybe he pushes me to the floor and starts to fuck my face. Maybe he bends me over and takes off his belt, ready to whack a few sharp red strokes onto my bare arse.
He gets to play for a while, doing whatever takes his fancy. But, crucially, the director is there – telling him not what to do but how best to do it to me. Overseeing, instructing. Giving direction where it’s needed.
He’s not painting a scene for his own pleasure, ordering the guest like he’s a willing submissive and I’m a posable doll: no. His role is more one of instructor. Guide.
He’s teaching our guest how best to fuck me.
Every stroke: faster. From this exact angle. Each whack of the belt: harder. Up a bit. Use this.
“Like this. Yes, that’s it. I’ll show you how hard.”
He dips in and out. Occasionally taking over for a bit – perhaps offering to step in and push his cock to the back of my throat so the guest can see just how hard I like to take it.
Maybe he uses his big hands to mould my body into just the right position – arse up and legs spread, a quick smack on my thighs to remind me to clench my cunt tight around the guest’s twitching cock.
He directs. He instructs. He is the threesome director.
“She needs it harder than that or she won’t come. She wants a bit of pain. Here – take my belt.”
And the guest does. He enjoys the instruction and the response – he likes the way I respond to his touches and smacks.
He started off gently, tentatively. He didn’t know what I liked beyond what we’d written on the profile: “Rough fuck my girlfriend – I’ll show you how.”
And two hours later he’s here, delighted at having a ‘cheat sheet’ – a shortcut to make me come quickly – tight and hard around his dick. Fucking me with vicious strokes at the instruction of the guy who knows me. Meting out punishments that are perfectly pitched to what I need. Giving me exactly what I want, without needing to spend the time to learn it.
“That’s it,” the threesome director urges. “Harder. Fucking harder. You can, you know. It’s what she likes.”
When I come he smiles with satisfaction.
“Good girl,” he tells me, and he strokes my hair. Holds my head back – one hand firmly gripping my hair and the other wrapped tight around my throat, as he positions my mouth in just the right place for our guest to slide in.
I’m panting and knackered and aching with post-fuck soreness, and I smile because he did perfectly – details of the fuck dictated precisely and followed to the letter. In turn he’s proud of me – following instructions without question and responding exactly how I would if he were the actor instead of directing.
But still he spits in my mouth, holds it open, and urges me to try for just a little bit longer. Our guest’s still here.
And it’s not time to call ‘cut’ just yet.
6 Comments
This is hot. My husband just recently told me he wants to talk to a potential lover of mine/mutual friend of ours and tell the man how best to get me off. That was a hot thought. Him there, however, and directing, like this in this scenario, fucking glorious.
It’s interesting to note how the director advices just like the way you want him to, like an alter ego? It is as if he is deriving his own pleasure watching you (which he is) maybe how he would wants to be fucked too.
This is exactly what I found so intriguing about this – whose mise en scene is being directed here?
I love how power is distributed & played out across this scene, rather than being straightforwardly located in any one place or player.
And it’s fucking hot, by the way.
(just saying, like)
I enjoy the idea of having another directed to my pleasure, but also I like the idea of them being directed almost regardless of their pleasure, the guest gets to fuck you but not entirely as he pleases, and you get fucked but not entirely so… and yet you still get off, you still come, you still obey, and in it all, the directors power pulls us in… thank you, I rather like your fantasy.
Yup, is pretty much how the FwB and I would love to do a threesome too…
KW
I had never thought of this idea, but it looks promising =) hmmm … I’m already having a lot of nasty thinkings.