Variations on a Theme (of GOTN) – Part 1

Earlier today, Girl on the Net posted this REALLY FUCKING HOT piece on her current MMF fantasy. I read it, reread it, and immediately had to scurry downstairs for a quick, frantic, slightly dizzying wank.

After I’d sorted myself out, I sent the link to @theotherlivvy, who unsurprisingly had questions…

“Wow, that is ridiculously hot. Damn, that girl can write! So…which of the three roles do you like the most? Which would you want to be??”

My response?

“God…that’s SUCH a hard one!!!”

…and I wasn’t even talking about my cock. Because the truth is, I want to be all three of the people in that scene, and it’s almost impossible to choose between them. On the one hand, that’s the beauty of being a switch – I like to control just as much as I like to be controlled, and I’m sure as hell going to enjoy myself either way – but it also makes decisions like this one a real headfuck at times, especially when the whole scenario is just so overwhelmingly horny.

In the end, I decided to write up each of the roles as I see them – or as they’d work for me, anyway. That’s actually going to mean four posts in total (for reasons that will become obvious as I write them…); the first of those puts me in GOTN’s shoes as the Leading Man, letting my partner take control and direct the action…

The Leading Man

I’m perched on the edge of the bed when he comes in, and I’m naked. You stand up to greet him, your hand caressing his neck as you plant a lingering kiss on his parted lips. Maybe he’s an old friend or maybe you’re meeting him for the first time – it doesn’t really matter either way. What matters is the way you saunter back across the room, smoothing down your dress with one hand and tugging him along behind you with the other.

I try to avert my gaze, but your eyes find mine and drag them up till I’m staring at the two of you, waiting expectantly in front of me. I’m still hard – you sucked my cock just before he got to the hotel – and I catch him looking at my erection with almost professional detachment; it’s not the part of my body that interests him. Slowly, you pop open the round metal buttons that stud the front of his jeans; the flourish with which you flick your fingers across the last of them would be theatrical, if it wasn’t for the calm, serious expression on your face.

Your hand slips inside and I look up in time to see your cheeks flush with satisfaction.

“Fuck,” you almost purr. “Oh yes, you’re going to love this. So fucking thick.”

You don’t show me though. Not yet. I can see your wrist jerk as you stroke him, his head flung back and his crotch pushed out towards me. His cock is outlined against the denim – you’ve pulled it out of his boxers – and the only thing more obscene than the way it juts out to his hipbone is the grin on your face as you see me staring at its profile.

“That’s right, baby,” you say, your hand still moving inside his jeans. “And you’re going to take every last inch of it.”

You’ve already pulled the desk chair over to the side of the bed, close enough that you don’t even have to step to one side before falling into it. I start to slide myself down from the bed, but he doesn’t want me on my knees, and after a quick glance across I can tell that you don’t either. You’re settled now though – happy to give him a bit of rope before stepping in with instructions – and for a second I don’t know what to do. It’s just me and him now; you might only be inches away, but you’re not here to offer reassurance or hold my hand. You’re here to watch; to bear witness, as I take him all the way to the back of my throat.

His cock springs out like a jack-in-the-box; it’s so aggressively large that I find myself wondering about the physics behind its containment. I don’t even have to look at you again to know that your face has been pulled up into a feline smirk. My eyes squeeze shut – I want him to make the first move – but his hand cups my chin with a gentle, encouraging strength, and before I know it I’m sliding my lips forward, over the tip and stretching down, down…oh god, down till it feels like my jaw is going to crack from the strain of being forced open.

I barely register his fingers in my hair till he yanks my head back, tilting my face up towards the ceiling and rubbing his length along my cheek. I can hear you whispering to him, but the words run into each other in a way my stunned, woozy brain can’t quite follow. He grunts over his shoulder in a tone indicating assent, and before I know it my mouth is stuffed full of cock again.

“Get it nice and wet, baby,” you whisper, close enough to my ear that I figure you must have abandoned the chair. “Show him how much you want his dick inside you.”

I gasp for breath, releasing him for long enough to fill my lungs with oxygen before he seals my throat shut once more. His weight forces me to grind down onto the cotton sheet and my arse clenches around your butt plug, sucking it even deeper. I moan along his shaft, suddenly scared that he might come in my mouth like this, just as I’m finally ready to bend over and feel him split me open.

This is why I trust you though. Why I let you bring him here – this stranger – and why I’m choking and drooling all over the base of his cock in a hotel room high above the sleeping city. Your hand rests on his forearm, light enough that I barely feel his body twitch in response.

“Just like we discussed, right?” Your voice is steady and firm. “Slow and deep. Ease him into it. Then I need you to fuck him hard. Don’t hold back. I know he can take it – and I know he wants to take it. Remember who’s in charge here.”

Before I can scramble away, his hand clamps down on my shoulder, pinning me to the mattress. He pulls the plug out of my arse unceremoniously, tossing it aside as I gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness. I struggle to lift my head but he’s hidden from the chest down, and it’s only when I hear the squelch of your fist on his dick that I realise what you’re doing.

You wipe the excess lube on the sheet, then settle down next to me, your face turned towards his looming bulk. His hands rest under my buttocks and he lifts me off the bed, fingers digging into my skin. The swollen, velvet head of his cock nestles comfortably against my entrance; he’s in no hurry now, and I find that the moisture on which I was drowning just a few minutes ago has fled my mouth, leaving me struggling to swallow.

We’re both waiting for one thing. You fan out your fingers across my trembling thigh and press down hard, as if you’ve reached a decision. Your voice is honeyed and warm; unrushed, despite the arousal vibrating through it.

“Mm, ok. Yeah. Action…”