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“You’re both doing so perfect. Making me feel so good.” Tate barely got those words out as he thrust deep into Gunnar’s mouth, and then he came.
Gunnar was right behind him, his thick white ropes of cum splattering Tate’s shins and feet.
Tate orgasm was intense. That was clear by the expression on his face, but before he was finished, he pulled out, gripped the base, and started stroking himself, forcing out more spurts that sprayed all over Gunnar’s chin and chest.
I finally let go and orgasmed. I fell back in ecstasy, my legs falling open as I rolled my hips and ground myself on my hand. It felt so good, but not as good as when Tate and Gunnar fucked me.
It was only after I came down from my high that I realize Tate and Gunnar stood at the edge of my bed, Gunnar holding his phone, the camera pointed right at me.
“Let’s get the next private show started, baby girl.” Gunnar grinned, and I looked at my laptop, seeing he zoomed in on my pussy. My fingers were still wedged inside my hole, and I made a wet mess all over the comforter beneath me.
I grinned and pulled my fingers out of my pussy, sucked them clean, then crooked them at my two guys.
For the past year, I’d been in an exclusive triad relationship with Gunnar and Tate. To say I was the happiest I’d ever been was an understatement.
Did everyone understand our dynamic? No. Did we care? Hell no. But to be honest, the only opinion on our relationship that I trulydidcare about were our parents’.
And surprisingly, they'd been supportive. Well, after the initial shock of knowing their son and daughter—albeit not blood related—were in a relationship. It was less surprising to them that it also included Gunnar. They’d always loved him like one of their own kids anyway, so it seemed to make them happy he was a part of our whole.
I watched as Gunnar and Tate got fully undressed, both men watching me intently. They were already getting hard again.
I’d quit the diner, but hadn’t stopped working as a camgirl forIt’s ShowTime.The money was just too good to pass up. Besides, I had bills to pay and refused help from Gunnar and Tate. I also liked the power I held, and did as much or as little as I wanted.
In all honesty though, I stopped doing much aside from the private requests of the few clients who liked seeing me act like a cat, lap milk from a bowl, and meow for them on camera to sate their fetish.
And believe it or not, those clients paid me insanely well. hey were loyal, I treated them well, and they came back every single time I logged in.
I even had one guy who paid me five hundred a session to lay in bed with my bra and panties and read excerpts from smutty stories to him.
There were some regulars who still asked me to finger myself, or to orgasm on camera. But since being in a relationship with Tate and Gunnar, I declined every one.
And that made me happy. I knew it made my men feel good too. I certainly wouldn’t want them jerking off for strangers online. And although they neveractuallytried to tell me what I could or couldn’t do, they'd certainly given undeniable hints—by threatening me with sexy punishments—that they weren’t fans of other men seeing me naked.
But they also knew better than to try toseriouslyforce me to do this or that. I gave them consent to overpower me, but I could revoke that consent in a heartbeat if they thought they could truly wield power over me.
But this wasn't about them or my clients. This was about me and wanting to keep this perfect thing I had with my men.
And that was an undying love… the same they had for me.
But who knew what the future held. Maybe the three of us would one day put a show on for strangers online.
