This week’s guest post has me running eagerly to you yelling ‘THIS!’ – this is one of my absolute top fantasies, being loaned out by a lover to one of his friends and generally used and treated like a shareable toy. There’s something so delicious about the idea of being handed around like a particularly slutty package, and I think that this incredible guest writer – Vixen – has elevated it even further in the hotness by quoting from the actual voice notes sent between the men while she got thoroughly used. Please find yourself a quiet, private space and… ahem… enjoy.
When you loaned me out to your friend
The night started with your friend. You were 3000 miles away on a work trip, and you’d loaned me out to him, told him to use me, told him I was a dirty sexy slut. I am.
So instead of you coming round to my house to fuck, he was, and I answered the door in a black lace outfit with fishnets: there was no subtlety to what he was there for.
It had all started a couple of weeks before, when you’d told me that you liked the idea of sharing me. This sort of thing is still new to me: after becoming single in my late thirties, I’ve gradually been turning GOTN-inspired fantasies into my reality, but this still felt really intense, and my heart had been racing as I waited for him to arrive.
I could go into detail about what we did (hard fucking, choking on his cock, and a huge load of cum in my mouth at the end) but it’s the words that are seared in my filthy mind, replaying over and over as I close my eyes.
He reaches for his phone to record a voice note to describe to you what was happening:
“She is a right little cum slut, can you hear her? She’s choking on my cock. She does look fucking amazing.”
Your reply came back as his thick hard cock was deep in my mouth, and I was dribbling spit:
“Good girl. Fill her up. Use her how she’s meant to be used. Dirty bitch.”
Hearing your voice made me light up and want to please you by pleasuring him.
“I’d ask her if she had something to say but she hasn’t got an option to be honest.”
Nnnghh.
Your reply: “holy fuck, that noise, my goodness, she’s taking it. I’m extremely jealous of you using her mate. Extremely jealous.”
Your friend puts the phone near me and instructs me to tell you what I am, while his hand grips tightly around my throat. “A dirty fucking bitch,” are the words that I choke out, almost breathless.
The next message you send is directed at me “well that sounds like you’re being used and abused perfectly, sounds like you’re obeying him, just like you should be. Send some videos of you later, getting fucked by him, maybe I’ll have a wank over it. Mate, enjoy using her, dirty little sexy fucking slut.”
As he played with me, pushing a butt plug into my tight arse, slamming his cock into me, and grabbing me by the throat and spitting in my face, he told you what was happening and when you asked for them, he sent a couple of videos too. And I knew you loved it, by the speed with which you’d reply.
We didn’t stop fucking to listen to you but your voice notes would play, like a filthy soundtrack to it all, even adding the odd instruction when you felt I needed even more: “Her arse isn’t nearly red enough mate, mark her up.”
Or you’d remind him I was his property for the night: “I hope she’s doing everything you ask mate, and if she isn’t, don’t be afraid to give her a little slap, she fucking loves that, make sure she’s doing everything you want.”
His words were hot, and yours had an incendiary effect on me.
After he’d shot ropes of thick cum across my face, and I had licked up every last drop, you told us you were proud of me. I was on another level of horniness, just high on the dynamic between the two of you, and the hierarchy of you owning me, your friend getting to fuck me, and me obeying what you told me to do because I’m a submissive little slut.
As your friend and I were chatting after, there was a hard knock on the door. I panicked at the thought of a neighbour or delivery driver seeing me, and pulled on a hoodie and leggings.
I answered the door and you were there, and I fell apart in confusion and horniness. “What are you doing? You’re abroad. How is this happening?” I was in complete and utter shock, and my brain couldn’t process it. So I leaned my forehead into your chest and put my arms around you, it was like I needed to feel you to verify you were real, and this wasn’t a dream.
“I changed my flight to come home early. It’s my turn now.”