Admit You're Bi

A short story by Julie Fennell

This story contains: threesome/group, her and her, her and him, contemporary romance, madly in love, couple, exhibitionism/voyeurism, anal, BDSM/kink, firsts, sub/dom, femdom, rough, cunnilingus

It all started with a long series of increasingly creative and violent encounters between me and Annie as we tried to find more and more creative ways for me to push her boundaries. She would constantly tell me how much she wanted me to do terrible things to her that she hated. But since she had almost no limits, it was pretty hard to figure out how to push them. Spit on her face? She would laugh and cry at the same time. Pee on her? She'd giggle and want to jerk off in it. Drown her in the bathtub? She'd beg to be fucked and come the moment she came up for air.

She only had one hard limit: no contact with biodicks. Thus, the idea of “polluting” her with biodick became more and more appealing as a way to push her way the fuck over the edge. Still, it took more than a year of prodding, poking, and seductive shoving (“you want to be a good slut for me even more than you want to avoid dick”) for her to agree to let three of my friends gangbang her for her birthday. She only placed one condition: no cocks near her face or in her mouth. I agreed on my own condition that, in turn, I could place whatever limitations on her orgasms I wanted. Cuddled up on the couch after dinner, she rolled her eyes at that. “I'm not going to come from this.” 

“You can come from practically anything,” I argued. “You can come just from being told to sometimes.”

“Ugh, I don't think I could do that if some guy's slimy dick is in me,” she practically shuddered. 

“Dicks aren't slimy unless they're covered in pussy or lube,” I assured her, laughing, but she just made a gagging motion. 

“If you're so confident you won't come, then you'll be fine if I punish you with the strap if you do,” I said nonchalantly. The weighted leather strap is the only pain toy I own that she dislikes.

“It's fine,” she said. “The only way I might come from this is if you cheat.”

“What would cheating look like?” I ask innocently. “I don't want to cheat.”

“If you did stuff to my bits. . . Maybe if you told me to do things to you like eat you out. . . Maybe if you used vibrators.”

“Well, I promise I won't punish you if you come while I cheat,” I said, grinning at her. “Cheating does sound pretty hot here.” She made grumbling sounds. “Don't you like eating me out?” I asked teasingly.

“Yeah, but I really don't want to associate your pussy in my face with the feeling of biodick in my cunt. That sounds so gross.”

“Wouldn't it make you feel kind of violated?” 

She glared at me. “Yes.”

I reached my hand up her skirt, shifting her underwear so I could touch her already-twitching pussy lips. “And doesn't that turn you on?”

“It's complicated,” she half whispered and half moaned. 

I slid one finger inside her and pulled her closer to me by her cunt, her face right up against mine. “Don't you think it's terrible that I'm negotiating with you when you're all turned on and compromised?” I asked, my eyes looking straight into hers. 

“Yes,” she moaned. 

“You're going to take dick for me, aren't you, my pretty slut?”

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