Birthday

The text from the Irishman arrives.

"Be a good girl for me. Put the keys under the doormat. Wear the green and sit in the middle of the sofa blindfolded. Put on headphones and listen to music too."

So I'm to be sub today. Good girl for sub, boss lady for Domme.

The Irishman's profile said switch, which worried me as I was sure I was too submissive to take control.

At first I did it to please the Irishman, it was essentially an act of submission. But being in charge grew on me, connected with my strong part and I came to love playing Domme.

But being sub is my favourite, the melting I feel just can't be matched. So I'm happy, the Irishman must've remembered it is my birthday.

Being rather neurotic about lateness, I'm in position half an hour early. In the dark, in the world of music, time feels odd as I wait. I try to measure in Leonard Cohen songs but, as I don't know the length of each song, my methodology isn't robust.

The green the Irishman referred to is a dark green babydoll with matching g-string. The bra part is a flowery lace and the dress is loose and sheer.

Things get dirtier under cover. Little triangle, leading to a narrow elastic strip that sits in the arse which links to the string waistband behind.

I feel a weight on my right. I smile, visualising the Irishman's slight frame. Then a hand strokes my thigh, slowly, slowly towards my little green triangle. He takes off the headphones, strokes my hair and kisses me.

From the forehead, to the ear, the cheek and down the neck. I shiver as the electricity surges through my body. Next the Irishman slips the strap of my babydoll and works on my boob. I'm purring.

The Irishman gets up off the sofa, leaving me bemused. Then I feel a weight on my left, a heavy weight. Next there's a large hand on my thigh.

"What the fuck?" I cry, tearing off the blindfold.

The owner of the big hand is a large man, not fat, gym junkie type. The guest is warm and smiley. The Irishman kisses me. Both men are naked.

"Happy birthday! I've got you your ultimate fantasy, a double penetration."

I'm beside myself with gratitude and excitement. The Irishman lets me babble on for a while before raising his hand.

"You didn't have my permission to take off the blindfold, so you must be spanked."

Whenever the Irishman plays Dom, he lowers his voice half an octave, like the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk. I find it hilarious and always laugh my head off, earning myself another couple of spanks.

Let me be clear. This isn't submission with all the hoopla, no Sir or Ma'am or anything like that, we are equals who love to play. Spankings are in fact pleasure fests that usually result in a hard fuck on the floor.

Having an observer is exciting. And I'm thrilled when the guest brings out a camera. The Irishman has really thought of everything.

The Irishman puts me over his lap like a naughty schoolgirl. He pulls the g-string off and throws the skirt of the babydoll over my waist. My newly waxed cunt is sitting over the Irishman's hardening cock.

"I know the g-string is small but an arse must be bare for spanking."

I murmur in agreement. He then reaches forward to put the g-string in my mouth but before he does so, the Irishman asks a question.

"I want to go a bit harder so your arse goes red for the pics. You might bruise. Is that ok?"

I'm delighted.

"Go for it!"

The Irishman puts the g-string in my mouth and gets to work. With each slap, I moan (the g-string is a total waste of time), thrust my body and grind my cunt into his cock. Again and again, it's just heaven.

And then I hear the camera go, which heightens my excitement. My plan is to write about this and now I'll have accompanying pics.

I feel heat rising in my arse and it's making me even wetter. My line between feeling pain as pleasure and completely hating it is narrow. The Irishman knows this and is very careful to check in, which he does now. I gratefully tell him I'm loving it.

When the Irishman feels my arse is sufficiently reddened, he invites the guest to take close ups. The guest admires my derrière, it always gets good reviews. Then the Irishman spreads my legs and lifts my hips to show my glistening wet cunt.

"Her cunt is pretty special too. Tight and always wet."

He invites the guest to finger me. So used to the Irishman's slender fingers, I feel a shock at having another man's fingers inside me. His hands are big but the guest isn't clumsy, he knows what he's doing.

And I think the Irishman has told him what I like because the guest plays a while before administering a three-fingered hand fuck. I'm moaning and thrusting all over the place.

I gasp when two more fingers slide in. So full! The fingers belong to the Irishman. The guest takes a couple of pics one handed and then the Irishman withdraws.

That was a moment of ecstasy for a greater purpose, clear when the Irishman penetrates my arse and begins to fuck. I spit out the g-string and start on the expletives.

"This is nothing, you just wait to see how you feel." He says.

Next, the Irishman moves me back to the middle of the sofa. He's on my left and the guest sits to my right. The two men begin devouring me, starting by sucking an earlobe each.

By the time they get to my neck I'm giggling. When they slip off the straps of my babydoll and start sucking my boobs I'm laughing so hard I start hiccupping.

"What's going on?" The Irishman asks.

Hiccup from me.

"Beard", pointing at the Irishman, "no beard", pointing at the guest.

That's the best mastery of the English language I have at this point.

Once I've settled, the men decide to split me from top to bottom instead. I'm delighted when I see the Irishman take my bottom half and kneel before my cunt.

While the guest seems lovely and no doubt an excellent lover, familiarity and connection makes things so much better. The Irishman knows exactly what I like.

He starts with his hands and opens my vulva, peering inside like he's never seen it before. I find hiscuriosity endlessly charming. He strokes each side of my labia, makes rapid little buzzing movements over my clit and then enters me for a brief finger fuck.

I keep pushing my pelvis toward him. All the while, our guest is doing a spectacular job stroking and sucking my boobs.

Then the Irishman withdraws and my cunt feels lonely for a minute. The babydoll is scrunched around my waist so he pulls it off, throwing it across the room for an extra flourish.

Ahh, the warmth of a face near my soaked cunt. I should be worried about my sofa, a gift from my aunt, but I find I don't give a shit. All that matters right now is pleasure.

There is a thorough sweetness to the way the Irishman goes down on me. He starts with the outside of the vulva, kissing and nibbling it all over.

Then he nuzzles inside and licks my labia like I'm an ice cream in his favourite flavour. He kisses, sucks and gently nibbles in there too, making me jump with pleasure.

Now to the clit. The Irishman digs his tongue into its little tube and rotates back and forth and in a circular motion. I'm beside myself.

Then there are the figure eights, starting at the top with the clit, ending at the bottom with my hole, which he penetrates like a snake.

Eventually the Irishman apologies to the guest, pulls me to standing, turns me around and bends me over the sofa. The guest gets his camera and I can hear a zoom from side on. I feel the Irishman on his knees between my legs.

And then I feel him. His hands open my arse cheeks and, starting at the base, he moves his tongue from side to side, following the stitch-like anatomy of my crack.

The Irishman nuzzles as he goes, like an affectionate cat.

Actually it's me who's purring. When he reaches my anus, he penetrates it as far as he can, telling me how lovely I taste, he does that constantly.

Next fingers, relying on his saliva as lube. Much nicer. He enters with two fingers immediately and starts to bang. He gives me a couple of spanks too. I'm in so deep that I nearly fall off the sofa. He withdraws and gives me his fingers to suck.

"No doubt you're ready!" The Irishman laughs.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

The Irishman leads me down the hall, the guest following behind. When we're by the bed, the Irishman gently pushes me to my knees. I see two cocks in quite the horizontal position.

"We've got to be rock hard for this to work." Explains the Irishman.

I want to go to the Irishman of course but, for the sake of good manners, turn to face the guest.

"Every man is different in what they like in blow jobs." I say.

"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

Pretty easy, he likes it hard so I get to work. I slide up and down the guest's shaft, from head to as far down as I can go. He's huge so I can't reach the base. I build pace, as well as the length I can cover.

Head, shaft, pierce at the back of my throat, over and over again. The guest sighs.

"That's great but if you keep going I'll drop my load."

One ready, one to go. I happily turn to the Irishman. I start with his head, exploring its crevices with my tongue before taking the whole thing and sucking gently.

He's stroking my hair.

I can't explain why but that little gesture improves the experience exponentially. Then I slowly move up his shaft, making circular movements with my tongue as I go.

The Irishman's length is perfect. My lips just touch the skin of his crotch and the head of his cock reaches to the very back of my throat.

I remain for a while and wriggle my head so he can feel that he's at the very edge of my oral cavity. I pull out to catch my breath, ready to start again, when the Irishman calls a halt to proceedings.

"I'm going to explode too. I think it's time we give you your birthday present.

The Irishman has done his research and has worked out several positions. The first is in the middle of the bed. The Irishman props himself up with pillows and tells me to crawl on top.

"I want to see your face." He says.

I straddle him and slowly lower myself on his cock, he pushes his cock up and down my cunt.

Now it's time for the anal component. Normally, the Irishman just uses lube from my cunt and penetrates immediately.

I cry out and lurch forward before the Irishman pulls me back and stays inside for when the moment hits: the euphoria as my muscles retract.

Then I can tell him he can go as hard as he likes. It took a few times to convince the Irishman that I love it, gentle soul that he is.

But today he's decided that my shenanigans would be problematic for the project at hand. Thus the guest opens me up with lube, two fingers and then a glass dildo.

He climbs in behind, straddling both the Irishman and I, and slides right in. I'm staring into the Irishman's eyes as both holes are filled.

"FUCK!" I cry out.

The Irishman looks concerned.

"No, that's a good FUCK, this is amazing and I can't believe it's happening FUCK." I explain.

The three of us are awkward to start with, we can't get a rhythm. Then the guest, who's done DP before, suggests we vocalise.

"Cunt in."

"Cunt out."

"Arse in."

"Arse out."

They're rotating in and out of me, it's divine. Then the guest asks if I'm ok with them both pushing in at the same time.

"Fucking hell yes!

So the rhythm changes to a simple in and out. I'm shaking with pleasure so much that the Irishman has to hold my hands to keep me steady. Fantasies usually don't work out but this one is beyond belief.

The Irishman looks at me closely and mouths something.

"Harder?"

I nod vigorously. If there's one thing I can do that's take it hard.

The Irishman tells the guest, who's surprised.

"You wouldn't believe how hard she wants it."

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. I don't even have the capacity for expletives now, all that emanates from me are moans and cries.

In the moments I can see I look down, smile at the Irishman and mouth thank you. I'm impressed with both men's stamina but all bodies have their limits.

The guest is the first to cum with a shake and a huge groan. He lingers a while before pulling out. I immediately flop forward and land on the Irishman's chest.

He embraces me and rests his cock inside while I catch my breath.

Then he turns me on my back and finishes by taking me in a kissing, smiling missionary.

Then the three of us rest, squashed on my double bed. It takes about half an hour. Finally the Irishman gets out of the bed and looks down on me, speaking in his fairy tale voice again.

"It might be your birthday but you're not a princess, you're a sub and subs have to serve."

I can't but help laugh as I get out of bed. The Irishman tells the guest that he should get his camera. The Irishman is lying on his belly across the now empty bed, legs on the floor.

I ask him what he wants and he says everything. I get what I need and kneel behind. The guest walks back into the room.

Like a good sub, I get straight to work. First I open the Irishman's crack and kiss and nibble along the inside folds. Once I reach the base, I make circular motions around the perineum before slowly proceeding up the Irishman's crack.

My technique is to push in with my nose and wriggle and then the tongue from side to side.

At the anus I push in deeper, like I'm trying to penetrate him with my whole face. I regularly lift my head up to tell the Irishman just how very much I love the taste of him.

I can hear the zoom and click of the camera. I make a few delicious rounds before the Irishman tells me he's ready for the next part. I reach for the lube I put nearby earlier and cover my index and middle fingers.

I start with the index, slowly, just to the first knuckle. I continuously check in that the Irishman is alright. When I get the finger fully inside I slowly fuck the Irishman with it, sliding in and out. He's starting to breathe heavily.

I slowly increase the pace before inserting the middle finger, as cautiously as I did the index. The Irishman groans as I start fucking with the two fingers.

We stay like this for a while and I wonder whether that's it but eventually the Irishman tells me he wants to go further. So I slowly remove the fingers and put them in my mouth. I don't need to say anything because I'm audibly slurping and murmuring.

I get our next pleasure weapon. It's a clear glass dildo. It's double ended with spheres at one end and a moderate cock shape at the other. That's my go to end for anal. I like natural materials, glass, metal. I find the silicone awful.

I take the dildo and apply more lube. Then, as with the fingers, slowly glide the dildo into the Irishman's arsehole. Once the dildo is fully inserted. I wait a bit for the Irishman's go ahead and then gently slide the dildo in and out of him.

He's groaning loudly now. When he wants it harder, the Irishman uses one word.

"Alright."

So I fuck him and marvel at his wave like movement and groans. It's odd being on the other side.

There's another alright from the Irishman and he gets up to standing. I hold the dildo still inside his arse. He takes a couple of steps back and turns around. It takes all my dexterity to keep the dildo in place and get myself kneeling in front of the Irishman.

Then I start giving him a blowjob. Once I have my rhythm I restart sliding the dildo in and out. Much like the DP, first it's a mouth - dildo pattern, then I do mouth and dildo in sync. The Irishman rises to his toes with each push I make.

The signs: cock widens a little, a shake and a grown. The Irishman is about to cum so I slide my mouth to the very end of his cock. I'm quite proud of my capacity to swallow. I never lose a drop.

The trick is to deep throat at the moment of ejaculation. Then it just slides down the back of the throat into the belly, leaving a lovely aftertaste.

We stay like that for a few moments, my throat completely penetrated by the Irishman's cock, his arse completely penetrated by the dildo in my hand.

Eventually we step apart and the orifices are vacated. We hug and kiss before I sit on the bed to suck the dildo while the Irishman fingers me.

"Wow!" Exclaims the guest.

"That was amazing."

The three of us sit on the bed and look at the photos. I was so absorbed I'd forgotten all about the camera. My favourite is the moment the Irishman cums, it's so intimate.

The guest asks if I'll do it for him too and I agree. But he's not ready for the dildo yet. Understandable, it's a big step.

So I service the guest. I can't say I do it with the same passion I do with the Irishman, but I'm certainly earnest and put the effort in. By all appearances, the guest is more than satisfied as he unloads inside me.

Recovery time is needed by all so we head back to the sofa to watch porn. We scroll PornHub. Some are so bad we have to stop watching but others are fun. We start on the DP ones.

One woman has the expression and vocalisations as if she's giving birth loaded up with all the drugs. We all laugh.

"Did I look like that?"

I ask, a little mortified.

The Irishman and the guest assure me not.

We'd hoped the DP movies would give us ideas but most don't show the set up, or they look impossible, like on the side. Then we watch lesbian stuff. The guest asks if I've been with another woman and I tell him no.

"I had crushes on a couple of my girlfriends when I was a teenager and we kissed. But I don't think I seriously linked my attraction to actually licking their cunts. Other than that, I've never felt drawn to women. I did do a foursome when I was sixteen."

"We just swapped, there was no girl on girl. But it was the first time for one of the guys, so while I consider it unremarkable, it's probably quite memorable for him after all these years!"

We watch some gang bangs.

"I would most definitely do that." I declare.

The Irishman is sceptical.

"Is that for real or does it come from the recesses of your filthy mind? I've seen how far you can take it."

The Irishman has a point. For ages I got caught up in BDSM fantasies. I convinced myself that all I wanted to be was a slave. I created rules and protocols, got into online dynamics, all my writing was about slaves, I was completely obsessed. Then it passed and I came back to my senses.

"Granted, my filthy mind is probably a source of evil. But I still think I want to try it. And it's not an ongoing thing like slavery. If I don't like it I can just stop."

The Irishman and the guest start pawing me, they're getting horny again. We're paying less and less attention to the porn, it's all hand and mouths. I feel like a princess. Albeit a very dirty one. I sit on the floor between them, take a cock in each hand and jerk them off.

I try to develop a rhythm but fail, being totally uncoordinated. No one seems to mind. Both men are considerate and reach down to play with my boobs. So much fun.

They're becoming hard now, so I turn around and get on my knees. I want to go to the Irishman first but as before I start by servicing the guest until he tells me he's ready.

Then joyfully to the Irishman I go. He strokes my hair. Somehow the fact another person is here doesn't lessen our intimacy.

As the Irishman pulls out, the guest admits something.

"I've been working out every day for twenty years. Sometimes I ask myself why the fuck I do it. Today I think I have the answer."

With that, the guest picks me up and carries me to the hallway. The Irishman follows closely behind.

The guest stands against the wall. My arms are wrapped around his neck and my legs around his waist. He's holding me at the upper thighs. I'm impressed, I'm not the waif of my youth.

With another little lift, the guest impales my cunt on his cock and starts moving me up and down. Then he bends his knees a little as the Irishman isn't as tall. The spot now perfect, the Irishman takes my arse.

Once the rhythm is developed, the Irishman asks me how I want it. Usually terribly verbose, on this occasion I only need one word.

"Hard!"

Both men laugh, but they give me what I want.

I'm completely sandwiched which just adds to the bliss of being pounded. I make a hell of a racket. Moaning, crying, screaming out my pleasure. The Irishman expresses concern about the neighbours.

"They're going to think we're fucking killing you."

"See these walls? Thick concrete. I've done all kinds of shit in here. Never had a knock on the door, never had the cops visit."

It takes me a long time to get these words out, in the moment between when I finish moaning and the next pound. The Irishman laughs.

"I bet you have."

I've written grim tales about women shedding their identities into slavery. Obviously they're not me and that isn't today, but right now I feel transcendent. I am a receptacle. Period. And I love it.

In said transcendence, I have no concept of time. Everything is measured by the parameters of the fuck.

There is a point however, where even my compromised brain wakes up. Cock swelling. Both at the same time. Surely not. But yes, I get a groan in each ear, am further sandwiched by the double shake and feel both orifices get filled simultaneously.

We stay there, shocked perhaps.

"Fucking unbelievable!"

The Irishman says, before pulling out.

Then the guest lays me on the bed and withdraws. The three of us lie on the cramped bed again. We talk about the experience, especially that last cum, but then we just chat generally.

The Irishman and I talk about how we met, littered with gentle teasing and the guest shares about himself. We go on to have a meandering conversation. Sex is the ultimate person to person activity. When you connect, the entire experience is infinitely better.

Eventually the guest has to leave. We exchange hugs and swap contact details and then he's out the door. The Irishman and I go back to bed. He asks me a question.

"Why don't you fuck him when I'm away?"

It's a good question, we're not about wedding rings or anything.

"Maybe, if I was really dying for it. But I don't think so. The pull is to you, I can wait."

We're spooning and the Irishman is slowly tracing circles around my boobs. I'm not demanding, I'm really uncomfortable with asking people for anything, I have a policy of no expectations. I think it's reasonable to offer or suggest and let the other person choose as they want.

So I tell the Irishman that he can stay the night if he wants. He burrows into my neck for a bit before saying yes.

"But I'm starving so we have to go out. Otherwise I'll just have to eat you!"

I giggle. I wouldn't have been shitty if the Irishman had left, I'm true to my philosophy. That said, I'm delighted he said yes.