My relationship with Sean lasted all Sumer while I was working at the law firm. I was having a great deal of sex that summer when I was nineteen. Not only were Sean and I fucking a lot but I was still dating Derrick and he and I fucked a lot as well. Sean knew about Derrick of course but Derrick did not know about Sean.
It was easy to cheat on Derrick, not that I considered it cheating. Like with any guy who wants to date me I am honest and upfront about what I am looking for in the relationship. I tell them I want something casual, to have fun, not to get serious, and if the opportunity presented itself I would see other people. Yes, it was easy to see someone else when I was dating Derrick. I was used to cheating, I will use that term to simplify seeing someone else, on guys I dated so knew how to make up cover stories and sneak around. Another thing that made it easy was Derrick’s job as an EMT and his erratic work schedule. He worked long shifts and mostly at night. Derrick was not the first guy I cheated on and would not be the last.
There were times when I would go to Sean’s apartment, we would have sex a few times, I would shower and clean up, and then I would go see Derrick when he got off work. He and I would fuck and I would spend the rest of the night with him. There were times when I would spend the entire night with Sean or the weekend and times I would do the same with Derrick. Sean never got jealous of Derrick and he never asked any questions about my relationship with Derrick.
Derrick did not know that I was having a sexual relationship with another man until the first of August. When he found out he ended our relationship. I was not upset about the ending of my relationship with Derrick. To me, it was just casual. We had a lot of fun, the sex was great, and we even went to the beach in Florida for several days with some friends. Derrick wanted to get too serious anyway. He told me he was having serious feelings for me so I was more relieved than anything when he dumped me. It was not a pretty breakup at all. He yelled, called me a whore and slut, and then got sad and went into the begging stage where he begged me to stop seeing Sean and be with him exclusively. I told him I was not going to do that and he got mad again.
I did cry when we broke up. Not because we broke up, but because I hurt Derrick, who was a good person. See, I am not a total heartless bitch. Even though I told him what I wanted and expected in our relationship it was still sad to see him emotionally hurt. We didn’t even have break-up sex. This story is not about Derrick, however; it’s about Sean.
I won’t go into detail about every time Sean and I had sex or the things he did to me, I did for him, and I did to him. That would take forever. I did satisfy his fetishes and he satisfied mine as well as other things we did. The sex with Sean was not always rough or verbally abusive or satisfying either his fetishes or mine, all of which did turn me on a great deal. There were a lot of times we had sex that was intimate and passionate or we would cuddle on his couch in his apartment and watch a movie and I found that intimacy equally satisfying. Just because I did not want to have a serious or monogamous relationship with a guy did not mean I did not like intimacy or romance. I love being passionate, intimate, and romantic.
Sean took hundreds of photos of me, including the professional ones for a photo album; he took videos of me masturbating for him, which I enjoyed because one of my fetishes was masturbating for the man I was with and having him take photos or videos while I did it also satisfied my exhibitionist fetish.
I was not shy or reluctant to have Sean take those kinds of photos of me and videos of me masturbating for him. It was a huge turn on and at first, I thought it would help me get over my exhibitionist fetish. What it did instead was increase that desire. I even encouraged it and encouraged him to take pics and videos of him playing with my pussy and of me sucking his cock. It was not the first time I had made naughty photos or even videos of myself.
I started sending out short videos of myself posing, stripping, or touching myself to guys I was dating when I was in high school and eighteen years old. I even let one boy take a video of me sucking his cock. We were both eighteen and in high school.
I knew the risk of it all, but honestly, nothing negative ever came out of it. There was no slut-shaming or cyberbullying as you see in movies or cautionary tales on TV. No one really cared. I was not the only girl at school to do it; hell some did it before they were eighteen.
Maybe it was our generation. Maybe our generation no longer saw such things as taboo. High school parties are no longer like you see in the 1980’s John Hughes films where there is some drinking, maybe pot smoking, and some kids sneaking off to the bedroom for sex. High school parties I went to were wilder than that with lots of boys and girls using their phones to video the party’s activities, including the sex that went on.
Sean and I did bondage play often and when he had me in the sets of cuffs or tied up with the silk cords he used those sex toys of his on me. His favorite way to tie me up was to hogtie me with my legs spread, my knees pulled up to my chest, and my wrists tied around my ankles. I was not new to bondage. I first got into bondage when I was sixteen and I loved it and had done it with other people a few times.
When he had me tied up or bound in other ways, Sean liked to use the sex toys on me and not allow me to orgasm until I was begging and sometimes literally crying for him to let me cum. I loved and hated that. I loved how it turned me on but hated he denied my orgasm.
I suggested we try roleplay once, but it did not go as I expected. I dressed as a sexy Asian schoolgirl for him who was a “bad girl” and was sent to the principal’s office. It started well but soon I got a bad case of the giggles and could not stay in character. I found out I sucked at roleplay and play-acting. I could not stop giggling.
Sean even taught me how to squirt. I can’t do it every time, but I can make myself do it on occasion or he can make me do it when he plays with me. I find it very embarrassing but Sean was turned on by it and even made a video of me squirting in the shower. Sean was the only person I was able to squirt for until almost a year later when I was in my second year of college and dating another guy. With him, it happened purely by accident and I was so embarrassed. But that is a different story.
I never did let Sean spank me with his fraternity paddle again. It hurt too much. He did spank me with his hand or the smaller paddle he had when we fucked me or when I was bound. I encouraged that and sometimes begged him to spank me that way. Those spankings were never as hard as the paddle had been that first night we had sex. He did punish me one more time and it was with the belt, but that was my doing not his. I wanted to see how the belt felt versus the paddle. It was a mistake on my part.
We were in his apartment one night and he was doing work on a case. I had cooked dinner for him, an authentic Vietnamese dinner. We started with Pho and then for the main course I made Bánh cuốn and Gỏi cuốn and for dessert, I made Banh Cam, a deep-fried orange sesame balls with sweet Mung Bean and coconut filling. After dinner, Sean went into his office to do some work and I cleaned the kitchen. After I was done in the kitchen I wanted attention. I wanted to have sex.
I tried to seduce Sean, became very annoying, and whiney and he kept telling me he had work to do and he would fuck me when he was done. I didn’t want to wait and felt since I cooked him dinner I deserved attention and to be fucked. I kept annoying him until it got to the point he said if I kept it up he would punish me. I kept it up, not thinking he would really do it because we talked about how I never wanted him to paddle again as he did. One thing led to another and Sean had enough of me being a nuisance and I found myself bent over his desk, my shorts and panties pulled down to my knees, and Sean holding my head down on the desk with his hand. He gave me a choice; the paddle or the belt. Out of curiosity, I chose the belt.
He took off his belt, which was a thin, leather, dress belt, and he wrapped the buckle end around his wrist and struck me with it. It was more like a whip and I screamed out and after the second strike, I was crying. After six strikes with the belt, I was sobbing and begging him to stop. It was much worse than the paddle. Sean did stop. I had welts on my ass for days.
We kept our relationship a secret and discreet at work. I went back to working for Mr. Whitmore on the fourth floor so did not see Sean at work very often unless it was to suck his cock in his office. Sean liked the risk of us getting caught and I found it a turn-on as well. He would call up to Mr. Whitmore and make an excuse for me to come to his office where he would shut his door but not lock it and have me give him a blow job until he came in my mouth. I don’t know how we never got caught but we didn’t.
There was some speculation and rumor from the staff that Sean and I were having an affair and I got some looks from the girls in the office, but nothing was ever confirmed on their part. If anyone did find out, it would not have caused any problems such as me losing my job or any problems with Sean. We were both adults and there was no official rule about employee dating. It would have led to rumors on how I got the job through.
Our relationship was not just about the sex, we really enjoyed each other’s company, we went on dates, out to dinner, had great conversations, and even had a lot of intimate moments together. It was not always rough sex and sexual activities to fulfill our fetishes.
I do want to go into detail about a time in our relationship. It happened in mid-July and before Derrick and I had broken up. Sean had a college friend and fraternity brother flying into Reagan International for a business trip to DC for a couple of weeks and he was going to stay with Sean. It was a Friday night when his plane was to land and Sean wanted me to go with him to pick him up at the Franconia-Springfield Metro Station and the three of us would go out to eat. I liked that he wanted to introduce me to one of his friends.
The plan was for me to go home and change clothes and come back to the office and Sean and I would leave the office to pick up his friend, Patrick. I went home and changed into my black jumper. I liked the outfit. The sides were open and showed my skin and the jumper hem was long and baggy that it made it look like I was wearing a long black dress. When I got back to the office everyone had left and I found Sean in his office working.
Sean told me that Patrick’s plane had been delayed and his flight would not land for a few more hours. I suggested if we had time we could go back to his apartment for a little fun.
“We don’t have to go back to my place,” Sean told me. “I have some presents I was going to give you later, but now is just as good of a time.”
“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” I said excitedly. I liked that he said presents as in more than one. Sean had bought me several gifts and I liked presents.
Sean opened up one of the drawers of his desk and pulled out the presents; all were wrapped boxes. The first was longer than it was wide, the second was smaller but also longer than it was wide, and the third was a flat square box. I assumed the square box contained some type of clothing, and the smaller box contained maybe a necklace or bracelet, the other present I had no clue about. Sean also pulled out a small camcorder from his desk drawer.
He stood up and walked around his desk and took my hand and led me out of the office and into the conference room on the second floor, carrying the presents and the camcorder in his free hand. Once in the conference room, Sean pulled his cell phone out of his front trousers’ pocket and took a few photos of me. I let him without asking anything. By then I was used to him taking photos of me and I thought he wanted to capture the look on my face when he gave me the present.
“Sit down,” he told me and I sat in one of the chairs at the conference table. Sean took a few more photos and then walked to the other end of the table and sat down. “Now come over here and get your present.”
I giggled and stood up and was about to walk to him when his next words stopped me. “No. On the table. Crawl on the table to me,” Sean told me as he loosened his tie.
“Sean, what if someone sees me; sees us?” I whined out. I knew by then that another one of Sean’s fetishes was the risk of being caught. I knew that by the blow jobs he had me give to him in his office.
Sean smiled. “No one is here,” he paused and made a face like he was deep in thought, “well I think your boss is still in his office, but that’s on the fourth floor.”
“What about the cleaning crew? What if they see us?” I asked, my voice becoming whinier sounding. “Could you close the blinds at least?” The conference room walls were all glass and the blinds were currently open.
Sean chuckled. He was amused by my whining and teasing me with his laugh. Throughout our relationship, he seemed to get enjoyment out of my embarrassment and humiliation. “Now where is the fun in having the blinds closed? The cleaning crew won’t be in until much later. Now do what I tell you and you can have the presents; if not you don’t get them.”
“That’s not fair!” I protested, still whining. “You can’t bribe me. I am not a whore to be brought by presents. I am not that shallow.”
Sean laughed at me, “Yes you are; to both and you are a spoiled brat.”
I looked at the presents Sean laid on the table and sighed. He was right, I was shallow and spoiled. I wanted all three presents. He was also right that I was a whore; well his whore. My past actions, desires, and the things I did for him and let him do to me proved that time and time again. I sighed and got up on the table. It was not only the thought of the presents that made me do what he asked; it was also the anticipation of what he was going to do to me and have me do. Even though I had no idea what he was going to have me do; I was extremely aroused by the prospect of what was going to happen.
As I climbed up on top of the table, Sean took off his trousers and underwear and his large thick and uncircumcised cock was erect. He was the first and only guy I had ever had sex with who was not circumcised. I thought it was kind of neat and made giving him a blow job more interesting and fun.
Once on the table, Sean picked up the camcorder and pointed it at me, and told me to crawl to him. I slowly crawled on my hands and knees to Sean. I tried to crawl to him in a sexy, seductive manner. Once I got in front of Sean, I kneeled on my knees and sat back on the heels of my feet.
“Take off your clothes,” he told me.
I looked around to make sure no one was in the office to see me and started to take off my clothes for him. When I was down to my black lacey panties, Sean wedged the camcorder under his chin to hold it in place and started playing with my breasts and nipples. I moaned out in pleasure. He then had me sit on my butt and spread my legs. I did and Sean started to play with my pussy.
“Uhhh…fuck…Oh, God, ohhh God that feels so good,” I moaned as he rubbed my pussy over the panties at first and then pulled them to the side and started to finger and use his thumb on my clit.
Sean fingered my pussy and had me rub my clit for a few minutes. When he started fingering me hard I used my feet to lift my ass off the table. I was so wet you could hear the squishy sounds his finger was making inside me. Next Sean pulled his finger out of me and brought it to my mouth; it was glistening with my pussy fluid. Without having to tell me what to do, I started sucking my finger and tasting myself. I like the taste of pussy including my own.
After he pulled his finger out of my mouth he told me to turn around and bend over for him. I got on my hands and knees and started playing massaging my butt cheeks and squeezing them and spreading my pussy and ass apart. Sean then pulled my panties down and I moved to help him remove them from me. He then placed his hands on my butt cheeks again and started spreading me apart once more as I looked over my should at him.
Sean put down the camcorder, “Want your presents now? I will give you two of them. The third is for later.
“Yes please,” I said as I nodded and grinned.
Sean handed me the larger narrow and long present and I quickly ripped through the wrapping. On the box was the name of a picture of what was inside. It was a Hitachi Magic Wand sex toy. I blushed when I saw the box. I knew what one was of course, but never used one or owned one. Depending on the type you got, they could be around or over a hundred dollars. That was way out of my price range for a sex toy.
“Open the box,” Sean told me.
Still blushing I opened the box and examined the wand. It had a recharge power cord and also held batteries for a backup. I knew by looking at it that it was not a cheap style. It was white and blue.
“It’s fully charged,” Sean told me. “Now let’s have some fun with your new toy.”
I looked up quickly, “Sean, please no! Not here. Can’t we wait until we get to your place later tonight?” I whined out.
Sean shook his head. “Yes, here. I have other plans for later tonight when you get the third present. ” Sean’s tone became authoritative.
I looked around again to make sure no one was in the office. I put one hand behind my back flat on the table, raised my ass off the table by getting on my toes, and spread my legs. Sean took the wand out of the box, picked up the camcorder, pointed it at me, turned on the sex toy, and placed it on my pussy. The vibration was intense and I moaned out in pleasure.
“You do it so I can watch.”
I took the wand out of his hand and adjusted it to cover my clit. God, it was awesome! I had used vibrators on my clit before or had them used on me, but the power of the magic wand was much more intense and the pleasure it gave me was incredible. Sean kept the recorder pointed at me as I used the toy on myself. In less than two minutes I had my first orgasm and shortly after that, I had another orgasm. My pussy was so wet that the outside and area around my vulva was glistening with my sex fluid.
After I came, Sean took the toy out of my hand and I sat on my butt on the table with my legs still spread and panting for air. My pussy was still quivering.
“I never felt anything like that,” I told Sean between my panting and then let out a moan as I had yet another small orgasm without even being touched.
I could feel my pussy fluid and cum oozing out of my pussy and it was thick and mucus-like. I turned around and got on my hands and knees, and stuck my ass up.
“Can I have some more?” I asked.
I no longer cared if we were alone to not or if anyone would see us. So what if I lost my summer job? I couldn’t have cared less. I just wanted to cum again as I did before and I wanted to suck Sean’s cock and have him fuck me.
Sean placed the bulbous head of the toy back on my pussy and clit and turned the switch from medium to high. On the high setting, the pleasure was more intense. The pleasure it gave me was indescribable and amazing! I was moaning, calling out to God, telling Sean how great it felt, and started moving my ass back and forth over the head of the vibrator. Again I came in about two minutes. I rested my head on the table and could feel my pussy quivering once again.
Sean let me catch my breath as he pulled his trousers and underwear up, buttoned his pants, and buckled his belt. Sean took my hand and helped me off the table. With my presents and the small camcorder in one hand and still holding my hand and with me completely naked; Sean led me out the conference room, down the hall, and into his large office. He shut the door and sat on the sofa and motioned for me to come to him. As I walked to him, smiling, he took off his trousers and sat on the sofa. I got on my knees in front of him and the man once more pointed the camera at me. I then took his cock in my mouth.
Sean kept the video on me as I sucked his cock, gagging and choking on it a few times. I slobbered my saliva over his cock as I sucked it, spit on it, and used both my hands to jerk him off, and even taking him as far down my thought as I could. Sean kept the camera on me and like in the conference room; at times he would wedge it between his chin and chest so he could use both hands to grab my head. His making the video of me sucking his cock turned me on a great deal. I also got aroused by the way his thick cock stretched my mouth wide and how it would gag and choke me at times.
After about five minutes of me sucking his cock, Sean put the camera down and pulled my mouth off of his cock by my hair.
“Get on the couch,” he ordered me. “On your knees. I want to fuck you now.”
Sean got off the sofa and I got on it. I put my knees on the edge of the sofa and my hands on the seat cushions and looked over my shoulder and saw Sean getting undressed. He took off his shoes, tie, shirt, stepped out of his trousers and underwear. He was standing behind me wearing only his dress socks and his large erect cock was jutting out for his crotch.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, Sean, please fuck me now,” I told him. “I want to feel your huge cock stretch my pussy so bad.”
As Sean walked over to me I put my head down on the seat of the sofa and stuck my ass up for him. I reached behind me and placed my hands on my ass cheeks and spread myself apart for him.
“Ohhh, God!” I moaned as he entered my pussy in one long thrust. I was so wet he entered me easily.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sean reach down and pick up the camcorder. This was the first time he ever was going to video him fucking me. I didn’t mind at all. I just wanted to get fucked and I could have cared less if he videoed it. Hell, I was so horny I couldn’t have cared less if the entire office staff was there watching him fuck me.
Sean started fucking me from behind. He would go fast and then slow and fast again and I begged him to fuck me harder at times. After a few minutes, Sean rolled me over and had me lay on the arm of the sofa. Since my body was small and the arm of the sofa wide enough I easily fit on it. He then started fucking me again while he recorded it. I had another orgasm and then Sean pulled out of me, sat on the sofa, and had me get on top of him, but facing the other direction. I started bouncing up and down on Sean’s cock, enjoying how deep he went into my body and how its girth stretched my pussy and he would slap my ass. He kept recording me and then had me turn around and face him. I rode up and down on him until I had another orgasm. As I continued to ride his cock, it was not much longer when I could tell he was about to cum.
“I want to suck your dick,” I told him and got off of him. I wanted him to cum over my face.
Sean stood up as I got on my hands and knees and I took his cock in both my hands and started jerking him off. Soon his cum exploded out of his cock. Sean came hard and the first load shot on my face and over my head and onto the carpet and I kept jerking him hard. He kept cumming and I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to catch what I could in my mouth. I was moaning and watching his cum shoot out of his cock. Once he was finished cumming, I put his dick in my mouth and licked and sucked him clean. I looked up at him and smiled as he turned off the camera and set it down on the couch.
“Fuck, Lihn, you always make me cum so damn good,” he told me as he helped me to my feet.
I ran my hands over my face, gathered some of his cum on my fingers, and licked them. “I could say the same about you,” I giggled.
Sean laughed, “I think you would say that about any guy who fucked you. As fast and as much as you cum, I can’t imagine you ever not having a good fuck.”
I giggled and Sean told me to go get cleaned up in his office bathroom and he would go get my clothes. I grabbed my purse off his desk, which held some makeup and a hairbrush, and went into his bathroom and cleaned up.
After I was dressed again, Sean gave me the second present which was what I expected. It was an eighteen-karat gold necklace. The links of the chain were stars. It was pretty and I put it on. We then had time to talk for a while before we had to leave and go pick up his friend. I asked him about his latest case in which he was defending a woman for killing her abusive husband. He told me it was going to take a lot of time and late working hours. He asked me if he wanted me to talk to Mr. Whitmore about me helping him out and I reminded him that I was going to Florida with Derrick and some friends for a few days the next week
We left to go pick up Patrick at the Metro Station and found him waiting for us. He said he had only been waiting about twenty minutes. Sean introduced me as his “friend” and the way the other man grinned I got the idea he knew what that meant. He did compliment me on my looks which made me smile. Patrick was an average-looking man in every way. He stood maybe an inch under six feet and had an average body type. Patrick had dark brown hair cut and styled professionally but also styled to do its best to hide his receding hairline. I estimated that in four to five years he would start to go noticeably bald. I didn’t find him overly attractive but I didn’t find him unattractive either. He was average. He was now a lobbyist and consultant for a farming company in the Midwest. Sean had told me he was divorced and had no children.
We decided to not bother looking for a restaurant that was allowing dine-in and decided to call ahead and do carry out and go back to Sean’s apartment to eat. I was glad because it was getting late and I was really hungry. Sean drove and I sat in the back seat so Patrick could sit in the front and the two friends could catch up. I called ahead to the restaurant and placed the order. By the time we got to the restaurant, my perception of Patrick had changed. I found him very charming, he had a great personality and a very good sense of humor that made me giggle or laugh a lot during the car ride. Based more on his personality than his looks, I started to find him more attractive and could see what other women may see in him.
When we got back to Sean’s apartment Sean and Patrick carried Patrick’s luggage into the guest room while I took our dinners into the kitchen. I put the dinners on plates, got utensils, set the table, and poured Sean and Patrick a glass of red wine. I got myself a bottle of water. Sean still would not let me drink alcohol around him. I found that silly. He would fuck me, take photos and videos of me doing naughty things, tie me and do naughty things to me, but he still would not let me have an adult drink.
I didn’t mind preparing the dinner and setting the table. I thought it was kind of fun to play house while Sean and Patrick caught up. They seemed to be really good friends since they met in college and both were members of the same fraternity. As we ate, Patrick asked me questions to get to know me better. He asked about growing up on various military bases and asked about college. Both Sean and Patrick went to Duke and both Duke and Clemson were in the Atlantic Coastal Conference and rivals so they teased me about Clemson’s basketball team and I quickly reminded them about Clemson’s football team.
After dinner as Sean and Patrick went into the living room I cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen, which was not much to clean; just rinse the plates before putting them in the dishwasher. When I walked into the living room I saw both of them sitting close together on the couch, Sean holding the camcorder he used with me earlier in his office, and Patrick staring at the small flip-out screen. When they saw me enter the room Patrick looked up at me and grinned and Sean did nothing to hide what he was showing his friend. I could hear the sound of my moans coming from the camcorder.
It took me about three seconds to realize what they were looking at. I almost asked what they were looking at until I heard the high-pitched, moaning sound of my orgasm coming from the camcorder. I did blush but I didn’t say anything or show indignation or start my whining complaints about Sean showing his friend the video he took earlier that evening. I was actually turned on by someone else seeing it. Sean put the video recorder on the nightstand and Patrick scooted over to the other end of the sofa. Sean patted the cushion next to him and motioned for me to sit down. I sat down on the sofa; sitting up straight with my hands folded in my lap.
I may have only been nineteen but I think I established I was not naïve when it came to sex. Sean turned his body to mine, ran his hand through my hair to sweep a few loose strands behind my ear, and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“Lihn, I want you…” he started to ask me.
Before Sean could finish his question I turned my body to Patrick, placed my hand on his upper thigh, leaned in, and kissed his lips. Patrick was stunned for about two seconds but he recovered quickly and put his arms around my small waist and pulled me closer to him as he kissed me back. He was a great kisser. As we made out, Patrick half pulled and half lifted my body until I was straddling his lap. I started kissing his neck as his hands moved down and cupped my butt cheeks.
I knew Sean was going to ask me to fuck Patrick and most likely have a threesome with them. Up until that point in my life, I had had four threesomes. I am not counting the two Marines in Saudi Arabia because they just watched me fuck each of them. The first two were both when I was I was sixteen. The first was with another girl and a boy and the second was with the same girl but a different boy. The third and fourth were with the two brothers when I was seventeen. I highly enjoyed all four times.
I was not opposed to Patrick fucking me at all or having a threesome with the two men. I found Patrick attractive based on his personality. I had dated and had sex with boys in high school and college who were not overly attractive but had great personalities and rejected guys who were very good-looking based on their poor personalities. I also found it arousing the way Patrick was looking at me on the video and the way he looked at me when I walked into the room. I knew he liked what he saw. I was also aroused that another person was watching the video of me Sean made. If Sean had not been there I doubt I would have done anything. The truth was, the thought of a threesome with the two men had crossed my mind more than once while we were eating dinner.
As Patrick and I were making out I started moving my hips and grinding against him and when he started kissing my neck I saw Sean out of the corner of my eye. He was watching us and smiling. I kissed Patrick on the lips passionately and then whispered in his ear.
“I want to suck your cock.” I wanted to have him in my mouth and I also wanted Sean to see me giving another man a blow job.
I did not wait for an answer and slid my body down until I was on my knees on the floor between Patrick’s legs. I looked up at him and smiled as I started to unbuckle his belt. When Patrick brought his hands down to help me I playfully slapped his hands away and he chuckled and made a mock gesture of surrender. I liked undressing a man when I was going to give him a blow job. I got his belt unbuckled, unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down, and then started kissing his hard cock over his underwear.
Patrick placed his hand on the back of my head and rested it there as I kissed and put his underwear-covered cock in my mouth; all the while I was looking up at him. He grinned at me and then looked at his friend.
“You were right; she is a sexy, little minx.”
I heard Sean chuckle. “Wait until she sucks your dick. Lihn gives a wonderful blowjob.”
Then things became interesting. All of the previous threesomes were with people around my age or a few years older. While they were very enjoyable and the two with the girl were kinky, they were with young people. Now I was dealing with two mature men. To Sean and Patrick, the threesome with me was like a game and I was just a game piece on the board to be played with and moved about at their whim. I was to find out that it was a game they had played often together in the past and both were masters of the game. I was also to learn I was just a novice at their game.
When I told Patrick I wanted to suck his cock, I gave the two masters a perfect opening move to their game.