Double Rolled: An MMF Bisexual Romance

by Aly White

  But she lets my cock go, and then hops on top of me. I can feel my dick slowly go inside of her. I gulp, getting an idea of what she’s about to do. She’s going to fuck me, but she’s not going to let me come.

  She fucks me hard as Tristan is forced to watch helplessly at the foot of the bed. I can hear Max yelling out some profanity, but I can’t conjure the will to understand what she is saying. Eventually, the fucking grew more intense as she hammers her waist to my cock.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” my lips tremble at every word. Everything feels as if I am in a different plane of existence, and this is coming from a guy who feels like he tried everything, until today that is.

  She stops moving, and she crosses her arms. I feel my leg stiffen as soon as she stops. I open my eyes to see her, her arms crossed, and she is giving me tsks.

  “I haven’t told you to release yet, Caleb,” Max says. “Can’t you see my pussy isn’t done yet? Tsk tsk tsk. Do you know what happens if you come without my permission? You’re going to have a headache. A big one.”

  “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” I say, shivering from the pleasure. “It won’t...” I gulp, “It won’t happen again.”

  “Make sure of that,” She nods. “See Tristan?”

  I didn’t see Tristan until now, masturbating like his wrist is about to fall off. She goes over to his side, leaving me writhing with pleasure on the bed.

  Max smiles at him, caressing his shoulder, she can see how much he’s enjoying himself. I never saw that look in his eyes before, his hunger is obvious from the way he looked at us.

  She glances at me, “Caleb, dear, do you want to switch places with Tristan?”

  “Yes, I do, Ma'am.”

  This time, Max rides Tristan’s cock. She locks her legs around his waist and holds onto the sofa’s armrest. She slowly puts it in, moaning as she does. The only focus I have right now is making myself come from the excitement of seeing my boyfriend fuck the shit out of our dom.

  Did I just call her our dom? I guess I don’t want to let it go of this. I guess I want to keep doing this and keep this, although weird, this thing we have going on.

  She rubs her tits across his face as Max sinks deep into his cock. The moans she gives him are gasps of harsh breath. She keeps riding him until the look in his eyes suggests he’s about to come, to which she responds by breaking free of the leg lock around his waist.

  She crosses her arms at his direction and shakes her head. Probably showing disappointment that he is about to climax.

  “I’m going to repeat what I told Caleb. Don’t come, unless you have my permission.”

  “Yes, Ma'am,” Tristan says, closing his eyes.

  “Now!” Max claps her hands together as she moves towards me, “What was it he said?”

  “He said…he didn’t really enjoy the sex, that we had before.” I answer.

  “Did you agree with him?”

  “At the time…I did agree with him at the time.” I tell her with all honesty. There’s no point in hiding it now. I can feel my legs shaking with the fear of her not continuing our session.

  “I see. Well, I’m pretty sure you want to take that back now. And I’ll let you. I’m a merciful dom, after all,” Max trails, “Now…I want you two to beg me. Get on your knees and beg me to fuck you. Next…I want you to apologize,” she looks at Tristan. “For hurting your dom’s feelings.”

  Tristan immediately kneels in front of her without hesitation. “I’m sorry, Ma'am. It’s not going to happen again. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…just please fuck me, as hard as you can, fuck me!”

  It isn’t long until I follow suit.

  Tristan

  Many women came in and out of our lives, some were good at what they promised, some were god-awful. Maxene fell into the category of mediocre back when we first met her. So it’s ironic, seeing as how I’m on all fours eating her pussy out while Caleb penetrates my asshole.

  I can feel small wasps of breath escaping my mouth but are quickly silenced by the goddess right in front of me. Max is good at what she does, why she became this good, I’ll probably never understand.

  But I say with great pleasure, I am enjoying every minute of this. I enjoy being ridden like a horse while my face is forced on someone’s pussy. I want to say that this is a little embarrassing for me, but then again, I am embracing how much of a slave I am for her.

  The pleasure of being her slut is nothing short of fantastic. I want to talk back and make her do shit to me that no one could ever imagine, I want to gauge how much she can do, how much she’s learned, but I digress. Whatever she says is law.

  And as her slut, I’ll do my best to please her. I look at her face as she grounds my face into her pussy. She is smiling at me devilishly as if this is the first time she’s seeing me. That, or she’s having the satisfaction of eating my words out.

  I can feel my asshole rip as Caleb pounds harder, that look must have turned him on. I can’t see his face, but I can feel his ferocity with the way he moves his hips. It feels so good feeling him like that.

  “Oh fuck, Caleb,” I say through her pussy. I can feel her wetness on my face, I am drowning in the pleasure I’m giving her.

  She continues to rub my face with her pussy as Caleb pushes on, but again, she watches Caleb like a hawk. She’s observing when Caleb would come, and not to his surprise, she makes him stop dead in his tracks as soon as he spasms.

  “All good things come for those who wait, Caleb,” She smiles, “You have a lot to learn.” She chuckles.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Caleb nods.

  “Now, Tristan, baby...for now, you’re all mine. I want you to fuck me the way you did all those years ago,” Max says, “Make me relive the memory. Make me remember how much you wanted my pussy.”

  “Yes, Ma'am.” I immediately grab her hair and toss her to the bed.

  For a dom, Max took that well. Most doms I’ve known over the years have this aversion of being the bottom, but Max didn’t seem to mind being the bottom. In fact, she looks like she’s enjoying herself quite a bit.

  I immediately grab her legs and spread them open, as she sticks her tongue out. I start to position my cock against her pussy, knowing full well that Max wouldn’t let me cum. It really didn’t matter.

  For now, I’m going to release the beast. So I start to hammer on her waist as I ride her to the ends of the earth. It feels good having her inside me. But I can’t help but feel that she’s just buffering for her next move.

  The stare she’s giving me as I fuck her has a certain weight to it that’s bearing down on my shoulders quite heavily. She looks like she is about to hungrily tear my arteries off my neck. But I didn’t care, I want to fuck her, so I keep doing as I am told.

  “You look a little suspicious.”

  “You look like you’re planning something,” I answer bluntly. “I wanna know what it is.”

  “You wanna know? Where’s the fun in that?”

  “Here’s the thing…you’re the first dom that I met who likes to bottom. I don’t really know what to expe—” She flips me over on my back.

  “Oh shit, what’s this?” I didn’t expect her to overpower me like that, but she did it with one swift motion with her legs that were locked around my waist.

  She leans forward, looking at me in the eyes as she caresses my face. She kisses me ever so lightly, but she never lingers on my lips, nor my neck. It is light pecks everywhere until I feel her teeth clamp on my skin. The pleasure from the bite makes me gasp.

  Unpredictability with what she’s going to do, whether to bite or to kiss, pumps my adrenaline up. I’m always anticipating the next bite that leaves a rose-colored mark. And, as my anticipation grew, I start to get more and more intoxicated with the feeling of release.

  She bites me again, this time on the thighs, and then she stares at me. This is the psychological effect she is trying to elicit. She wants to make me think she’s going to bite my dick. I close my eyes as her tongue lavishes the taste of my cock, and
when her lips clamps shut around it, I yell in either pleasure or fear.

  It feels so good though. This is the type of woman that overpowers a man like me. A strong, intelligent woman built to destroy my intellectual superiority.

  It’s a wonder why I’ve never had this kind of fuck before, years ago. Where fires burned and the flames of passion tore my flesh piece by piece. I didn’t even notice that she was riding me already.

  Her waist dances across my lap with the same passion I am showing. Her nails dig into my chest, and I gasp once more, trying not to moan. And then she drags her nails across my skin.

  I try to fight it, but the urge escapes my lips, loudly if I may add. I hear a distant moan from Caleb as well, but mine is much louder.

  Max didn’t moan, she is methodical, she didn’t even look like she is fucking me, she looks like she is toying with me. She smiles, as her body quivers and her pussy tightens. Her hair falls like water on her face as she looks down, grinning, panting from the excitement.

  She stops. But I didn’t come yet. I try throwing her to the side to pin her, but she firmly plants herself on to me, holding my wrist down.

  “Nah uh uh,” Max tells me, biting my ear. “Only good little boys get to come. Have you been a good boy?”

  “…I feel so attacked.”

  Max laughs, “Are you? I don’t seem to recall attacking. But, here’s the thing: I’m a bad fuck. I didn’t get you off the last time I was here. Isn’t it poetic if I do that a second time, but…I guess the situation is a little different? One is wanting more than the other?”

  “Oh, you little—”

  “Maybe, if you behave the next time I’m here, I’m going to let you come. But for now…” She jumps to her feet and takes something from her bag. It is a small cage in the mold of a dick, “This should teach you a lesson.”

  “A penis cage?”

  “A chastity device.” She looks at Caleb, who seems to be focused on jacking off, rather than our nuanced conversation about dicks and cages.

  “See, Caleb is having a bit of fun himself. Maybe, if you’d help him…” She places the dick cage on me and padlocks it. It feels heavy around my cock, “Then we could come to a sort of arrangement.”

  She grabs my hair and forces me to my knees, pressing my face on Caleb’s cock. Even after everything, she’s still wearing her clothes. It must mean some sort of power to her.

  She grabs my hair and shoves my face hastily on Caleb’s dick. I open my mouth to feel his cock around my lips, and slowly bob my head as I suck. I keep looking at her and wondering what sort of devilish trick she has up her sleeve, but I can’t predict her.

  I am at the mercy of this woman who is making me suck my boyfriend’s cock and my boyfriend who is more than adamant in watching my face get fucked at every stroke. I didn’t know what to make of the situation, but I just let the penis gag me.

  That’s what Max wanted to see, I just knew it. I gain a level of control over my gag reflexes until I actually did gag. Max laughs a little, but she makes me continue, and just like that, I release all manner of control.

  Just letting myself gag as she pleases, controls me as she pleases. I didn’t even realize Caleb has already come in my mouth. I left my face on my boyfriend’s dick, panting.

  Max stands up, arms crossed, smiling like a devil. She raises her eyebrows, waiting expectantly for a response to the best fuck anyone’s ever given us.

  “So…see you at work tomorrow?” Caleb manages to say, in between harsh breaths.

  Maxene

  My demo starts playing, and the music fills in the whole booth. I already know by heart how my demo goes, and so, I put all of my attention on Miguel, avidly observing for any reactions that I might get from him. Although I couldn’t see Caleb through the glass panel that separates the live room from the control room, I somehow could feel his eyes focused on me.

  That feeling of Caleb watching me soon disappears from my mind as my attention zeroes in on Miguel as soon as he starts talking about how I could improve my music. My mind starts taking mental notes as soon as he gives me tips on the chord progression, dynamics, and the melody. I could feel my eyebrows furrow as I try to remember as many tips as possible since Miguel is practically spitting out his advice as if he is rapping.

  “Guys,” Caleb’s voice rings out from the speakers. “Let’s take fifteen.”

  “I’ll see you in fifteen,” Miguel smiles at me as he gives me a pat on the shoulder before taking his leave. He is probably going to smoke outside.

  I start scribbling down on my notepad the tips that Miguel gave me earlier, my handwriting fuzzy and messy as I try to write everything down while it’s still fresh in my memory.

  The door opens, and I look up, only to see Caleb watching me from the door with a grin on his face. I smile back. “Hey, you should take a break,” he says gently as he walks towards me.

  “Give me a moment,” I reply, turning back to what I’m doing. I write down a few more before stopping and go over through my notes to see if I’ve missed anything. “I just have to write down all the advice that Miguel gave earlier or else, I might forget it,” I say sheepishly, giving him a smile of my own.

  “Just so you know,” Caleb starts, putting his hands on my shoulders. “You’re already doing so well on your own.” He continues, giving my shoulders a squeeze.

  “Thanks,” I reply as my grin widens. My heart flutters at both the compliment and encouragement. “I really appreciate it.”

  Caleb gives my shoulder another tight squeeze. “I’ll see you in ten, okay? Rest for a while,” he says before leaving.

  My smile didn’t fade as I watch him exit the room.

  As soon as Caleb is out of the room, it suddenly dawns on me that I’ve been in the live room with Miguel for hours. I feel the exhaustion settle on my back as my throat goes dry. It has been a while since I’ve experienced something like this, wherein I totally lost track of time on work because I really enjoy what I’m doing.

  If only everything would go according to our plan.

  The door opens, and I immediately look up from my notes, only to find a woman with gorgeous hair walking towards me, a shy smile lighting up her face as she hands me a bottle of water.

  Did this girl just read my mind?

  “Maxene Flores, right?” she asks, handing to me the bottle of water she brought with her.

  “Yes,” I chirp, taking the bottle from her hand. “Thank you so much for this. I was actually thinking if you’ve read my mind,” I say as I immediately open the bottle and drink almost half of it. From the corner of my eye, I could see the way the girl looks at me as if she wants to say something.

  “I am so sorry for my manners,” I say as soon as I finish drinking. “I didn’t ask for your name,” I add, flashing her an apologetic smile as I screw the bottle cap on.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she says, a small laugh escaping her lips. “The name’s Violet,” she continues, raising her hand for a handshake and I take it. “Violet Hicks,” she adds, shaking my hand.

  “You can just call me Max,” I tell her, our hands dropping back to our side as she nods at me. “Thank you really for the water. I’ve never been thirsty like this before.”

  “You can call me Violet,” she says back, her smile never leaving her face. “And I just want to tell you that you sound really good,” she adds, and something in the tone of her voice makes my heart skip a beat.

  “I’ve heard all of your demos, and your singing really brings out your raw emotions, which I think makes you even better than other upcoming artists that I have had the pleasure to work with,” she continues.

  A wonderful feeling settles on my chest, the kind of happiness that I get whenever people come up to me and tell me that I’ve been doing a great job on something that I really love doing.

  I could feel tears pricking my eyes as Violet goes on and on about how the lyrics of my song makes her emotional because she could relate to it and that it takes a lot fo
r a song to make her emotional.

  “Thank you so much,” I say to her. “I really appreciate your compliments. It makes me really happy when the people in the same industry compliment my music.”

  Her smile widens at this. “You clearly deserve this kind of break! I mean, you are definitely a total package!” She gushes, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Wait, are you an artist too?” I ask, and her mood suddenly changes, although it’s not that noticeable. However, I’ve been told that I’m good at reading people, which is why I immediately noticed the change in her aura.

  “Well, I’m currently a studio assistant,” she starts, scratching the back of her ear. “But I’ve got my eyes set on becoming a pop star.” She continues, her voice somewhat becoming a tad bit quiet. “Although I really do wish I also get the break that I need and deserve,” she says these words with a wistful smile on her face, and I couldn’t help but feel bad for her.

  I mean, people like us who are passionate about what we are doing deserve a break, right?

  I watch as her posture changes a bit, her shoulders dropping a little, although she still gives the aura of authority. Still, I couldn’t help but feel how discouraged she is.

  “Do you want to go out tonight?” I ask her, hoping that it will somehow lift up her spirits.

  Her eyes widen a bit as if she can’t believe what I just asked her. “Of course!” she beams with no apparent hesitation. I watch her mood brightens again as we exchange numbers so that we could get in touch with each other later to plan our night.

  Miguel then enters the live room, a sign that indicates that the fifteen-minute break is over. I watch as Miguel greets Violet, who greets him back in return before Violet turns back her attention to me.

  “I guess I’ll see you later?” Violet asks.

  “Yes!” I reply enthusiastically. “I’ll call you later!”