CONTENT WARNING: THIS IS A TRUE STORY WHICH INVOLVES A CERTAIN BDSM KINK THAT CAN BE UNSAFE IF PRACTICED WITHOUT CAUTION. PLEASE ALWAYS FOLLOW SAFETY PRACTICES.

My friends, Lars and Kristiina, invited me to their place. I was intrigued but did not know what to expect. Of course, we had discussed my limits and preferences in detail, but I had also told them that I liked it when I did not know the type of game we would be playing. It keeps me on the edge and makes things even more interesting for me.

I kept guessing what was waiting for me. It could be something kinky, or just vanilla sex, or even a friendly dinner and a chat without any sex. With Lars and Kristiina, I enjoyed everything.

When I arrived at their flat, Lars met me. He told me to undress. I obeyed. He laid me onto the bed.

"Okay, he just wants to fuck me," I thought.

But I was mistaken.

He spread my legs with his strong hands, and then he spread my labia. He started licking my clit with long strokes of his tongue. He was slow, deliberate, and patient. The heat started building inside of me. My clit began throbbing, and my juices started to flow.

He pushed his tongue deeper inside me. I gasped.

"You like how my husband eats you out, don't you, stupid bitch?" I heard Kristiina's voice.

She came into the bedroom with a wicked smile on her face. She wore a black satin corset and matching panties. She looked stunning. She was holding a black silk scarf.

Lars continued stimulating my pussy as if he did not even notice Kristiina. In the meantime, she climbed onto the bed and knelt over me, positioning herself so that my torso was between her knees. I was no longer able to Lars, the view was obstructed by Kristiina’s gorgeous body.

She teased my nipples with her tongue and then started licking around then as if deliberately avoiding them. This was such a sweet torment. I moaned.

"You like that, whore?" she asked me.

She did not wait for me to answer. Instead, she pulled the scarf over my head and tightened it around my neck. She pulled it just enough to restrict airflow slightly.

I felt the heat in my cheeks. Lars continued stimulating my swollen clit.

Kristiina tightened the scarf further. The fabric pressed into my throat. I felt a jolt of panic. But then Kristiina released the scarf, and I was able to take a deep a breath. It felt good.

Suddenly, she tightened the scarf the again.

She continued this game of tightening and release for a while. She knew precisely when to ease the pressure. At that moment, my senses would heighten, and Lars's touches would become even more profound.

At those moment she would squeeze my breasts or caress my cheeks. I was hyper-aware of every touch Once I adjusted to Kristiina's rhythm, she started to tighten the scarf stronger and for longer periods of time.

The cycle of release - tighten - release was such a rollercoaster! First, I felt euphoria when a new portion of oxygen touched my lungs. Then, when she started tightening the scarf, I felt my head was swimming. Then fear started to build as my airflow was dying out. Then the fear was slowly mutating into the full-blown panic. And then - the release! Comforting. Exhilarating.

And then - the repeat of the whole cycle.

I felt that the orgasm was approaching. It started in my belly. I felt heat and warmth rising from my pelvis and spreading up through my body. My toes curled.

"The bitch is ready, " Kristiina said.

When Lars heard this, he suddenly pressed his thumb on my swollen clit. I arched my back, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Then Lars pushed his fingers deep inside me and pressed upwards.

My thighs trembled. I came.

The orgasm felt endless. It washed over me in waves. I shuddered. I was buckling against Kristiina's body. My whole body became one raw nerve vibrating with pleasure.

As the orgasm was gradually subsiding, I felt the smell of urine.

"The bitch wetted our bed, " I heard Lars saying.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't worry, " Kristiina said with a warm smile, "We kinda expected that. Are you staying for the dinner?"

I nodded. I was still reeling from the orgasm.

Then Lars took the bedsheets into the bathroom and put them into the washing machine. Kristiina started cooking dinner. She was still gorgeous in her lingerie. Lars came back from the bathroom and sat on the couch watching her. She started masturbating, and I helped him achieve release with a quick handjob and then licked and swallowed his cum.

After the dinner, we spent some time on the couch watching Lars's favourite late-night shows on Youtube, and then they asked me if I wanted to stay for the night sharing bed with them.

I agreed. They made me watch Lars fucking Kristiina, and then we all fell asleep. I was between them. I fell asleep hugging Kristiina and feeling her breasts, with Lars's hands around my body.

Our agreement is that when I stay for the night, I must wake up first and then wake them up with oral sex. I'm an early riser, so it's not a problem for me.

In the morning, as I woke up, I started with Lars. His was asleep, his dick was flaccid, I took it into my mouth and started sucking. I rubbed my lips and swirled my tongue around it. It started to get stiff, and Lars opened his eyes.

He moaned waking up Kristiina.

"What about me? When's my turn" She asked with an irritation in her voice.

I did not want to keep her waiting for too long. As Lars's cock was fully erect, I switched my attention to Kristiina's pussy. I ran my tongue along her inner thighs, then I pushed my tongue into her. She wrapped her legs around me as if not wanting to let me go and get back to Lars. Lars did not look happy.

"Babe, let's have some fun together, while the bitch cooks us breakfast," he told Kristiina.

"Great idea," Kristiina agreed.

I was sent away to take shower and cook breakfast, while they were having sex. From the kitchen, I heard Kristiina moaning loudly. Lars knew how to please her.

Then we all had breakfast together, chatting and joking, watching morning news.

After that, I went home feeling happy to have such wonderful friends.