Double Rolled: An MMF Bisexual Romance

by Aly White

  Heat rises to my cheeks after he says this, “Oh really? I’m looking forward to it.”

  He traces his hand over my chest, making his way down, “Maybe I should check if you’re really looking forward to it. If I go any lower,” he leans in closer, so close that I can feel his hot breath against my ear, “will I find something waiting for me?”

  I gasp when his hand reaches my crotch. My eyes look around wildly. We’re out in the open, if anyone saw us right now, they’d recognize Tristan, and we’d be exposed. The thought of that makes me excited. I struggle to find the strength to push Tristan away, but lust overpowers me.

  Does he want me? Right here, right now? Am I willing to give myself to him in such a public space?

  The answer’s probably a resounding ‘fuck yes!’

  My hips grind against his hand, but just as I push myself onto him, he pulls away.

  “I’m glad to see you back to your senses, Caleb. Now...shall we go to the penthouse?” He reaches a hand out to me, his eyes glazing over my body with wanting.

  Without a word, I slap his hand away gently and walk past him. He chuckles as he follows me. I hate how he can easily manipulate my body. But right now, I have to admit...

  ...the only thing my body wants is to be ravished by him.

  Tristan

  A day at the penthouse is the way to go. It makes me forget about the reasons as to why I went here in the first place. It’s like my wonderland, where I chase a time keeping rabbit, except the rabbit I’m chasing is my existential dread that slips by me.

  I look at a distance, the night sky is pretty, but it held none of the majesties whenever I’m shit faced slobbering on the floor, intoxicated by either weed or alcohol. Caleb made him drink a relatively low alcohol beverage for now, mostly because Caleb hates drunk sex.

  Whenever he wants to fuck, he is going to fuck with a clear head, and nothing more than the usual. Caleb is like that, a methodical dominant, whereas I’m the more spontaneous one.

  As usual, he’d wear a blood red button down and a pair of dark slacks, his feet covered by white socks, while I was on the sweater and underpants category seeing as this is my house.

  “Should we do something kinky to her?” I am in the mood for some spanking.

  “No, no, I don’t think so,” Caleb replies. “Way too much work for a paid hooker. And you know, kink has nuances that aren’t for paid women, they’re for women you have a genuine connection with.”

  “Well, it’s your birthday. Do what you want.”

  “Yes, that I will,” Caleb pauses, looking at me from head to toe, “How do we make this different from our previous escapades?”

  “I don’t know, how do you want to make it different? Again, your birthday.”

  “I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of ideas right now.”

  “You’re the one who suggested hiring one for your birthday.”

  “I did, didn’t I?” Caleb sighs, “I’d like to do something kinky, but my spanking arm is sore from work,”

  “You could literally swing a heavy paddle, but would wince at the thought of a pen? That seems a little out of character, my dear.”

  “It does appear so.” Caleb looks at me, still figuring out the intricacies of the plot he has.

  “I’m game for anything.”

  He drinks deeply from his glass of Krug Vintage Brut and contemplates. I, on the other hand, take the bottle from the coffee table across me and tip it to my glass. Caleb always thinks of scenes before he does something completely kinky, but me? I prefer to wing them. Surprise them with my spontaneity.

  The doorbell rings and Caleb disappears from the room to answer the door. Seconds later, a pretty Spanish looking girl enters with Caleb in tow. Her bronze skin is flawless as is her dark eyes. There is a certain innocence to her, yet an untapped flame burns within her.

  She is very reserved in the way she speaks to Caleb and the way she greets him as if this is her first time doing this. She sits down in front of me, all with the demeanor of a rabbit. But her red dress with a slit from her neck to her naval contrasted her demeanor a little too much.

  “Hi, I’m Max.” She introduces, “You called for my services?”

  “Indeed we have. Some told us you are fresh meat. Fresh off the market. But of course, we don’t think like old men, we don’t want your innocence, we want to see a performance.” I tell her bluntly.

  “What kind of performance?” She seems a little lost.

  “What Tristan is trying to say is…” Caleb sits in front of us, “We were thinking of doing something kinky. But maybe you have something better in mind for us, something that we’d all enjoy. What do your clients like?”

  She looks down at her fingers, fiddling with her skirt. She doesn’t seem to know what to say. I raise an eyebrow.

  “Of course, I can give you a few suggestions. Maybe blowing us both? A bit of bondage?”

  “I can handle doing bondage. I have to warn you, I haven’t tried it, and I sincerely hope you know what you’re doing.”

  “Then how do we go about this?” Caleb crosses his arms.

  “Why are we even discussing this and not just do it?”

  “To clearly set expectations and define limits you do not want to cross,” Caleb replies.

  “Okay…” She looks up at the ceiling and then looks back at her skirt. “My limits are no bruises, excrement, and/or fluids.”

  “So no sweating during sex. You’d have to be cold blooded for that.” I say, “Well, I suppose it’d be easier to give you a blowjob since you’re going to release heat the way a crocodile does. By opening its mouth for hours.”

  Max chuckles a little, “Okay maybe sweating is allowed. But what I mean by bodily fluids is…you know.”

  “Golden showers,” Caleb and I say in unison.

  “That. Yes.”

  “Don’t worry, we’re not up for that too,” Caleb replies.

  “At least I’m not in the mood for anything intense in particular. I’ve had enough intense for me throughout the week. Thank you very much.” I pitch in.

  “So, I guess it’s settled then. A bit of bondage. How do you plan on going about this? “ Max asks, looking at us both.

  Caleb immediately stands from the couch and then cuffs her right hand. Max looks at him dubiously, in which Caleb uses the time to cuff her other hand. Caleb expectantly looks at her for five seconds, and then he lifts her up.

  Caleb has always been my ground when it comes to the more physical stuff. He carries her like a rag doll, then proceeds to the spiral staircase, past the mini hallway with two doors. Caleb enters the first door, and then he throws her to the bed.

  Still, no sign of struggle. She should be squirming by now, but I guess she’s more into the kind of play where she slowly realizes what’s happening to her. Caleb then starts stripping her down to her thong. He didn’t rip the clothes, but he left them dangling on her wrists where he kept it knotted in place.

  Caleb begins to unburden her from her thong. I took a bunch of rope from the cabinet, and then caress her body with it. Letting her hear every sound the rope makes as it unravels slowly. The rope touches her skin as I glide it across her, forming a box tie.

  Caleb takes the handcuffs off. He whispers something to her, I couldn’t tell if it is sweet or sadistic.

  I am expecting her to react in a way that makes her twitch and moan from the experience. I always liked it when they do that.

  But all I can hear are light whimpers as if she didn’t know where she was and what she was doing. This looks as if it’s her first time doing something kinky, I could tell. Still, the amount of trust she’s shown us is immense, seeing as she didn’t flinch when we tied her up.

  Once she is completely bound from head to toe, Caleb starts to rub his cock on her clit, feeling her pussy as he slowly slides it into her cunt. He grabs her arms, and he starts fucking her, and I watch curiously from a distance.

  This time, she reacts, but not the appropriate o
ne we’ve been looking for. I am looking for a more clipped sort of moan as if she was shy, but what she did was moan pleasurably as Caleb thrust her. Caleb looked at me like I am some sort of alien, and then I shrug at him. I don’t know what to make of the girl as well.

  He continued to do so, but the girl moans louder as Caleb hammers her cunt with his cock. He grabs her by the hair, pulling her up, and then he throws the girl at me. I catch her from behind me, and then we fuck her on both ends, still wearing our clothes.

  We can hear slight hints of gasps and moans, but we can’t feel the eclectic feeling we’ve been looking for. I can sense Caleb is feeling the same as I am, but we ignore it, and just continue to fuck. Because it’s here, we don’t want to be rude, and we certainly don’t want to waste our money.

  Caleb rolls his eyes when she closes her eyes. And when she opened them again, he smiles, obviously breaking out of character. He pets her cheek.

  “Sweetie, why don’t you suck our cocks?” He asks nicely.

  She nods and kneels down to suck his cock while she gives mine a hand job. I can already feel the tiredness from the double penetration we did creeping up to me, but it didn’t seem to phase her that it was supposed to be something painful, something she should react to negatively.

  I shake my head and immediately head downstairs, leaving Caleb to fuck the poor sob. I open a can of Heineken, as it was the first thing that caught my eye, and then I start to gulp it down.

  That is one of the most boring fucks I’ve ever had. It feels good the way all kinds of sex feels good, but it isn’t what I was expecting.

  I expected more of a struggle and a fight; I could personally attest that I like the power struggle during sex, although Caleb does prefer more the time a girl gives into their power. The kind of power you have over someone after making them obey to your will is intoxicating.

  I shake my head, and I drink some more. I think back to the times I disappointed my father, and can’t help but feel the bitter taste of disappointment in my mouth. As much as I want to go up there, toss the girl her money, and tell her to scoot, I don’t want to because I remember the hard eyes my father would give me whenever I disappointed him. I lean on the counter, staring at the window just behind the sink.

  The sky is pretty tonight, and I can’t believe we wasted it on a cheap whore who didn’t know what she was doing. A few minutes later, Caleb walks down, panting. He takes one of the beer cans from the fridge, and he drinks it deeply.

  “Did it get better?” I ask him.

  “Nope.” He pauses in between drinks, “I think it got kind of worse.”

  “How can you say?”

  “She was sucking my dick, and I’m the one who got tired.” Caleb tells me, and I burst into a laugh, “What universe did that sex happen in?”

  I shrug. Even I can’t put it into words. I wish I can understand how an experienced escort would find a way to make her certain flavor in the field she chose unique, be absolutely boring.

  “This was a bad idea, the sex thing. I apologize, you weren’t in the mood to do something sexy tonight.” I tell Caleb.

  “I know, but if she were a good sub, I would have found the will to fuck her still. She didn’t even listen to what kind of roleplay we’re doing.”

  “Yeah, that one I can agree with. That’s what you get for getting a squib.” I pause, drinking from my can, “Or we could have gotten a knife—“

  “She might freak out.” Caleb sighs, “She seems so experienced and yet so lacking in experience, I don’t know how you can be both, but she managed to do that.”

  “Eh, it’ll wear off. Here, let me cheer you up. I’ll treat you to the movies tomorrow.”

  “What are we going to watch?”

  “I don’t know, whatever’s on. What do you think we can watch?”

  “No, I say forget the movies. Let’s just eat and drink.”

  Maxene

  “Excuse me,” a little voice calls as I put another piece to a close. “Would you please play Mary Had A Little Lamb?” I turn and see a girl, perhaps around the age of five, wearing a pink dress and holding a tiny bear, standing beside the piano. It is as if all of my worries suddenly vanished into thin air as she slumps her shoulder, making her small frame even smaller.

  “Of course,” I reply, smiling gently at her as I usher her to walk closer towards me. “What’s your name?” I ask, watching her eye the keys of the piano.

  “Mary,” she replies, her voice small and quiet. My smile widens as I remember myself in her when I was still a child.

  “Mary,” I say, pulling her closer towards the piano. “Is Mary Had A Little Lamb your favorite song?” I watch at her reaction carefully, and I could see her eyes widening as she nods her head furiously.

  “Do you want me to teach you how to play it on the piano?”

  “Yes, please!” she replies, squealing as a smile blooms on her face, all the while hugging her bear tightly in her arms. I pat the space beside me, and Mary immediately climbs and makes herself comfortable before she looks up at me, her eyes shining bright, and her smile almost blinds me.

  “Please teach me how to play it.”

  “Okay,” I say as she mimics my movement, putting her own little fingers on the keys as I do so. I watch her as she plays key after key, copying my own movements, her bubbly laugh making my heart go soft.

  She tries to play the song by herself, and I look up and see some of the customers looking fondly at us. I clap my hands enthusiastically as Mary finishes the song with a little mistake, her eyes meeting mine, a big toothy-grin gracing her face.

  “Mary,” a voice calls and the little girl whips her head towards the direction of the sound. I follow her gaze and see her mother standing a few meters from us, a soft, caring smile plastered on her face. “Mary, it’s time to go.”

  Mary waves at her before she turns her attention back to me. “Thank you so much!” she says, and the next thing I know is that she is already wrapping her little arms around my waist, burying her face into my chest. My hands quickly fly over her small figure to keep us from toppling over. “I will also play the piano when I grow up, just like you!” she adds, her voice no longer small and quiet but loud and happy.

  “That’s great!” I reply, smiling at her as she lifts her head, untangling her small limbs from my body. “I would definitely watch you play in one of your concerts in the future!”

  She nods, her smile not leaving her face, before getting off the chair quite clumsily. She giggles as she almost falls over, as she turns to me and smiles to let me know that she is okay. I watch her walk towards her mother, the latter looking at me and mouthing the words ‘Thank you’ as Mary turns around and waves at me.

  I wave back, smiling at the mother-daughter duo. I sigh as they turn their backs to walk towards the exit, my heart doing little flips at the adorable interaction that I just had with one of the sweetest five-year-olds on the planet.

  I turn towards the piano, my hands falling on their right places as I start playing another song. I close my eyes as I slowly get into the song, smiling as I recall my interaction with Mary earlier. My love for kids knows no bounds, and my heart is still making cartwheels because I just made a little girl happy.

  I start scanning the crowd as I play the piano, my fingers finding the right keys to play even without me looking, a skill that I have learned over the years of playing. My eyes first wander on the entrance, watching as the Senator whom I have seen recently on the television walk over the podium. The host immediately assists them, leading them to one of the private booths in the restaurant.

  My attention goes over the up and rising star sitting near the windows. A few seats away from her is a group of rich girls fawning over the two gorgeous men clad in black suits seated over the other side. My eyes follow the girls’ gazes, and I found myself meeting the stare of one of the guys.

  My gaze then shifts to the other guy, and just like before, I find myself meeting his eyes. A sudden jolt of familiar
ity then run through my back, making me shivers. Thank god for muscle memory because I would have messed up with playing the piano.

  I drop the gaze and let my eyes wander around the room, trying to ignore the heat that is creeping up to my cheeks for being caught checking them out. As my gaze goes around the room, I start to notice a few more celebrities as well as politicians, some are with their families, while the others are with their colleagues.

  I risk a glance again to the two men who were eyeing me earlier. For some reason, I feel like I have seen them before. I know that I would not be able to forget faces like theirs; it’s just that I really couldn’t put my finger where I saw them.

  The song that I am currently playing draws to end. I take a deep breath as the song ends, the exhaustion for today’s adventure finally sinking in.

  “Hey Max, your shift is over.”

  I turn and see one of the waiters, Jared, smiling at me. He hands me a wine bottle and my phone, as he usually does after my shift.

  “Thanks,” I say, flashing him a smile that I know men would go crazy over.

  With the wine bottle in my hand, I immediately leave my spot and head straight outside. My body shivers involuntarily as the cold fresh air hits my bare skin. I flash a smile at the door attendant before making my way to the patio, taking the furthest table from the entrance. Jared arrives a few minutes after, handling me a wine glass before opening the wine bottle that he got me earlier.

  “Long day?” he asks as he sits on the opposite end of the table.

  “Yes,” I groan as I feel a wave of a headache coming after me. I watch as Jared pours me a glass of wine, and then handing it over after. “Thanks,” I say, taking the glass and raising it to him before downing it down.

  “Take it easy,” he says as he pours me another drink, and I smile again at him. He smiles back before turning around and leaving me on my own.

  I watch the nightlife before my eyes, taking in the scenery of people stumbling as they walk, the sober ones balancing in their arms their drunken friends who can barely support themselves to stand upright. I watch as I imagine these people enjoying their lives, going out night after night to try out the newly opened bars without worrying a single thing about money.