This happened 2 weekends ago, although it was years in the making. I'm documenting more for my personal recollection than anything, but maybe I can lend a bit of inspiration/hope to you all in the process. If nothing else, I know you perverts get off on this stuff 😜

“Oh goddddddd please may I cum?? Please!?!?!” Victoria’s eyes were scrunched close, her desperate orgasm seeking had turned into panicked restraint as she waited for my permission. Kneeling in front of me, holding a pink vibrator against her own clit, Victoria’s mostly petite figure—the exception being a great ass—tensed from the effort. “You can cum...so long as my dick is in your throat,” I ruled out loud. She obliged instantly, her light brown curls bouncing as she bobbed her head onto my cock. Fortunately for my neighbors, my dick served as a pretty good gag for her muffled moans that filled the air moments later. Her entire body clenched, shuddered, and then went limp. I slowly crouched, helping lower her pale exhausted body to the rug. “That’s my girl.”

Or to be accurate, one of my girls.

Next to Victoria’s now-motionless figure, Iris was still kneeling and grinding a vibrator into her clit. Physically, her dark skin and curves contrasted beautifully with Victoria’s tiny milky-white physique, but right then she had the exact same blissful-but-focused expression that Victoria had been wearing a minute earlier. I slid my dick into her slightly-open mouth, holding her head in place and stopping right where I knew her limit was.

After a few more pumps, I glanced down and saw that Victoria was coming back to life. An idea! I laid Iris down on the rug, face up and still wielding her vibrator, and helped Victoria kneel above/behind her head. From there, Iris had a front-row, bottom-up view of my dick sliding in and out of Victoria’s face, my balls slapping her chin. After every few strokes, I pulled my dick a few inches out of her mouth, strings of spit keeping the connection, and eventually drooping down to Iris’s face. This was too much for her, and in less than a minute she too was begging to cum. I gave her the same ultimatum, and knelt down to offer her my spit-covered dick. Iris strained her neck to reach it and, moments after wrapping her lips around my shaft, did a great impression of Victoria from minutes earlier.

I gave both women a few minutes to regain composure and get a sip of water, then asked them if they were ready to show their gratitude. In response, both crawled eagerly to the chair where I had sat down, and set their mouths to work. Victoria slid her tongue up and down my shaft, while Iris swallowed my balls, neither breaking eye contact with me. They worked in perfect tandem, making sure every square inch was glistening with spit. Amazing to believe, I marveled, that this well-oiled duo had only met a few hours ago.

I’m not sure of a better way to describe what they did next—I guess I would call it “making out with each other around my dick”? Had this not been round 2, I surely would have shot a hole in the wall right then. Even so, as Iris turned her attention back to my balls and Victoria engulfed my dick until her nose touched my abs, I could feel the wave building. My hips unconsciously started thrusting, and I held Victoria’s obedient head in place as I fucked her throat.

As the orgasm of a lifetime neared its crescendo, you and I are probably wondering the same thing: how in the world did I get here? Alas, welcome to my TED talk.

“We met… on a dating app?”

Iris and I met pre-vid (can we make that a thing?) after she responded to an r/BDSMpersonals ad of mine. We made pretty quick work of the progression through chatting, grabbing drinks, and having her tied up on my floor getting choked and fucked. We were shocked at how well our kinks aligned, and even more pleased by how well we got along personally. As COVID “The Cockblock” 19 raged, we stayed in touch over text, quickly becoming each other’s front-row support in our respective sexual journeys. For her, that included joining a sex club and experimenting with female partners. On my end, I was finding my footing as a dom, taking a serious interest in rope.

Fast-forward: Nearly 18 months later, I ran across a phenomenal F4M personals post, and wasted no time in replying hopefully and enthusiastically. I met the recently-single Victoria in the diviest bar in NYC, and knew I had a keeper when she ordered us both the $5 beer-shot combo. I’m not sure if it was the booze, or her tight red dress, or the great conversation (both vanilla and non-), but we barely made it halfway through the drinks before Lyfting back to my place. Wrapped in that skin-tight dress was a sopping-wet pussy, impressive pain tolerance, and a willingness to let me do just about anything. That night was the first of many.

Now, hitting two home runs on reddit hookups is already amazing. It is borderline unreasonable that I would ask for more. But if you have the chance to hit a grand slam, you might as well take a swing, right?

I broached the idea of a threesome with both women separately, and subsequently shared (authorized) photos of each with the other. They sent me nearly identical responses: “Holy shit she’s hot. Yeah let’s do this.” Side note: there’s nothing like orchestrating a threesome on your phone while also participating in a wedding rehearsal, listening to your friend practice his vows. I suppose we’ve chosen different paths...

“Holy shit, this might actually happen”

Like every Reddit-to-IRL experience I’ve had, the reality felt shockingly normal relative to the circumstances under which we had met. Sitting around my coffee table, sipping white claws and complaining about work, we were just another group of three friends. In fact, the common experiences of trolling reddit for kinky sex did more to bond us than make things awkward. The women complained that their inboxes were flooded whenever they posted, and I nodded along in pretend commiseration.

At some point I could feel the collective comfort in the room hit a critical point, and suggested we move to the bed. During the 3-foot-long walk from my couch (#studio #thatnyclife), the universe did me a huge solid. “What are these?” Victoria asked, picking up a deck of cards from the Ikea shelf separating my “bedroom” from “living room.” Somehow she had spotted my deck of souvenir kama sutra cards from India, each adorned with a different (physically impossible) sex position. She brought them over to the bed for Iris to see, and we laughed our way through the deck. Even in that moment—as we gradually began laying on and lightly touching each other—I mentally pointed to the heavens, like an athlete who’d just gotten the luckiest bounce of his life. I couldn’t have asked for a better transition.

Had you opened my laptop earlier that day, you would have found plenty of tabs with things like “5 Tips for Threesomes” or “How to make sure your threesome isn’t a disaster” or “Why the Colts are dark horse super bowl contenders this year” (fantasy draft is coming up). These articles didn’t prove to be too helpful; most assumed I was in a couple that invited a third partner into the dynamic, and advised I should be hyper-aware of not letting my “primary” become jealous. That didn’t apply here, and I had no idea if that was good news or bad. And the ESPN article just droned on about whether Carson Wentz could stay healthy--even less helpful!

When I felt that impulse to escalate things, I didn’t wait for my stupid brain to stop me. I placed my hand on the back of Iris’s head, and leaned in for a deep kiss. After a few seconds, I pulled away, and turned to Victoria. We briefly locked lips as well, and then I slowly pulled back.Well, we were about 11 seconds into this “threesome,” and I was already feeling the burden of pleasing two women at the same time… Panic! That anxiety evaporated in the next instant, however, as Iris and Victoria leaned in to each other and shared the hottest kiss I’ve ever seen.

“Wait, why is there already a hand on that boob?? Oh, right.”

Interestingly, things escalated faster in the threesome than in a regular hookup. Since only two of us could be kissing, the third person was free to explore and tease their bodies. Victoria, who now had about 8 minutes of lesbian experience in her life, showed no reluctance when Iris slid down her body, tongue and lips working all the way. I gently kissed Victoria’s nipples, leaving her mouth free to moan while Iris’s went to work.

As we all got warmed up, I laid on my back and pulled Iris’s hips to be straddling mine. Victoria had reciprocated the head from Iris, and Iris’s dripping pussy swallowed my dick in an instant. I gave her amazingly ample tits a few squeezes and a slap, then reached for Vic. Even at an awkward angle, I easily maneuvered her slight frame to be kneeling over my face, facing Iris. I buried my tongue into her similarly-soaked pussy, alternating between tickling her clit and tongue-fucking her vagina. At the risk of bragging, I think that was pretty good oral, especially considering Iris was riding me like a Peloton. When taking breaths, I peeked through Victoria’s thighs and spied the girls feeling up each other’s tits and making out. Despite my dom-leaning tendencies, the idea of two women riding various parts of my body while making out blew my mind.

We cycled through a few other configurations: me fucking Iris doggy-style while she ate out Victoria; me fucking Victoria while she was the top of a 69 with Iris, who was orally alternating between my balls and Victoria’s clit; fucking one of them missionary style while the other played free-safety and stuck her tongue/hand/boobs/pussy anywhere that she felt like. I blew my load while balls deep in Iris, whose moans were muffled from having her lips and tongue locked with Victoria’s. Finishing inside of a girl who’s making out with another girl instantly became the cover of my spank bank album.

Post-coitus with a girl under each arm is the closest I’ve been to feeling like a rapper. Not overrated at all. We debriefed a bit, talking about what we liked, and what we really liked. This soon devolved into the girls—one resting on each of my pecs—discussing what kinds of scenes I’d done individually with them in the past. I looked down, slightly bewildered, as Victoria finished explaining how “...and then he tied me up so that I couldn’t suck his dick without pulling my own hair.” A wide-eyed Iris replied “woahhhh I’ll have to get him to do that to me!”

I had planned to keep the night pretty vanilla. After all, there was plenty of novelty and complexity as it was. Or so I thought. “So, when are you going to tie us up?” Iris asked/demanded, tilting her head up to look at me. I didn’t need much persuading, but even if I had, these two adorable naked girls probably could have convinced me to shave my head. I climbed out of bed, and retrieved “the duffel bag” from my closet.

Surprise! It was a bondage threesome

I rolled Victoria onto her back and pushed her knees into her chest. Pulling her left wrist to be next to her left ankle, I did a quick double-column tie to secure the two extremities. I put Iris into a similar position at the other end of the bed, binding her right wrist and ankle. I rolled the girls towards each other, now on their faces/stomachs, such that their unbound limbs were next to each other. I then pulled Victoria’s free right wrist, and locked it to Iris’s free left ankle. After doing the same to Iris’s wrist and Victoria’s ankle, both were stuck with their asses in the air and faces buried in the bed. Intertwining their limbs made for a spectacle whenever one of them started squirming, which caused the other to be pulled and yanked around.

And squirm they did. I started by painting their asses, thighs, and feet with a flog. Occasionally I would take a break and move around to their heads, lift up one of their shoulders, and have them audition their blowjob skills. I let them know the winner by who received the lion’s share of the flogs afterwards, and who got fingered. I even rigged up an impromptu crotch rope on Iris and used it to affix a vibrator to her clit. The slack from the crotch rope made a loose belt around Victoria’s waist, which served as reigns as I pounded her pussy from behind.

After a bit, I unhooked the girls from each other and rolled them onto their backs again, although still keeping their individual wrist-ankle binds in place. I dragged their sweaty, panting bodies next to each other. Binding Iris’s free wrist to Victoria’s outside ankle, and vice versa, the girls could now play with each other’s pussies (but not their own). I targeted alternating firm slaps between Victoria’s milky white inner thighs and, when I started to see the pain accumulate on her face, I told her “I’m not stopping until you make Iris cum.” Slap-slap-slap!

As it turns out, the angle of that bondage wasn’t quite right—Victoria couldn’t make much progress with her hand on Iris’s clit. As her thighs became redder and redder, and quips of pain louder and louder, I eventually let her off the hook. Every idea can’t be a winner, but it’s not the end of the world to punish a sub for failing an impossible task ;)

After untying them and getting us all water, we walked back to the part of my studio with a rug (aka the living room) where I pushed them to their knees and handed them each a vibrator. Recreating a favorite scene of mine (bonus points if anyone finds the link), I started by fucking Victoria’s face while using a riding crop on Iris’s nipples. As Victoria slowed down to take a breath, I pulled out and promptly moved my dick over into Iris’s mouth, simultaneously switching the crop’s attention to Victoria’s nipples. Whoever was giving better head would be spared from the crop, I explained. This proved to be a phenomenal motivator.

As the humming vibrators continued the steady work of a thousand tongues, Victoria’s shoulders suddenly hunched. She panted, “Oh! Oh! Please may I cum??” And… you already know what happens next!

Is it all down hill from here?

I’ve traveled to many countries. I’ve attended (way too) many weddings. I’ve even visited NYC apartments that have in-unit laundry. And I’m not exaggerating when I say that nothing has been more beautiful than these two adorable faces—one balls-deep on my shaft, the other shaft-deep on my balls—begging for my cum with their eyes. My hands tightened on both of their heads, and I unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum from my balls in Iris’s mouth into Victoria’s throat.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how single-partner sex has been permanently ruined for me for the rest of my life. Thoughts and prayers welcome.