It was a warm spring Saturday, the sun shining brightly, people out enjoying the day, and nature blooming in all its beauty. I'd met you just two weeks ago online, you stood out immediately. Your gentleman-like qualities made you different from the rest, but it was the way you could say the filthiest things a true gentleman should never say to a lady, all with such class and tact, that really hooked me.
Then, out of the blue, a message from you: "What a wonderful day, how would you and your Stag like to join me for coffee?" You'd never been pushy before, always respectful, so I felt safe saying yes. I asked my Stag, and he agreed right away. The date was set.
We waited by the water's edge, seated with a stunning view. You arrived looking impeccable, well-dressed, manners on point, a little cheeky, cute, and funny. I liked you instantly. My Stag saw it in my eyes, the sparkle, and he liked you too. We chatted effortlessly, the conversation flowing naturally, and when we parted, it felt like just the beginning.
The day stretched on, and we texted a bit more, your humor, your wit, those occasional tactful teases that had me blushing. My Stag noticed my rosy cheeks, my plump, full lips, and he knew I was aroused. "Invite him to dinner," he said with that knowing smile.
But before I could even type the message, one came through from you: "Free tonight? Dinner, drinks, and a show perhaps, on me?" I thought to myself, what a good boy. He sees my worth, treats me like the prize I am. This one might be a keeper... this one might be our buck.
Six o'clock rolled around, and you arrived looking splendid, sharply dressed, exuding pure sex appeal. I turned slightly and saw my Stag standing beside you, so sharp, masculine, and beautiful. In that moment, my lips swelled even more, and I felt a warm wetness trickle down my inner thigh under my evening dress. No panties tonight, I wouldn't be needing them.
"The show begins shortly," you said with a grin. "Shall we leave?" I smiled, slipping my arm through yours and the other through my Stag's, one on each side, as both my gentlemen escorted me to the waiting car.
On the drive, you explained you'd secured private box seats at the Opera, a rendition of Vivaldi, followed by dinner at Aria and drinks after. We arrived at the Opera house, and once again, I took my place between you both, arms linked, as we were ushered through a side entrance straight to our seats. The line was long for everyone else, but not for us. I thought to myself, who is this man? Impressive in so many ways... and what do I really know about him? Not much, evidently. It only made it more exciting.
The performance began, an absolute orgasm for the ears, a deeply sexual experience for the soul. I glanced to each side, my company divine, and I felt so safe, special, submissive, and sexy. Another trickle ran down my inner thigh. Whoops, I chuckled to myself.
I couldn't resist anymore. The teasing needed to start, discreetly, in public, while my men treated me like a queen. It was only proper that I reciprocate and be a good girl. I glanced behind us, no one there. In front, two rows of people in a box just below ours. Perfect: risky, exciting, but hidden enough.
My hands wandered to the thighs of each man beside me. To my delight, I instantly felt two long, swollen shafts straining against fabric. I grabbed them both firmly, then released. You both moaned softly and shifted in your seats, the music swelling around us as my touch added that extra thrill.
I leaned in and whispered one word to you both: "Unzip..."
In an instant, two large, thick, swollen dicks burst free, pointing straight toward the ceiling. I smiled wickedly, then trailed my fingernails lightly from your smooth-shaven balls up each shaft, circling the knobs. You both fought to keep composure, but I held all the power in that moment, the power over your masculine seeds. Feminine energy rendering the strong powerless... what a rush.
Almost in sync, you both reached for my thighs, hands sliding slowly up toward my dripping core. When you both arrived at the same time, you paused, feeling just how immensely wet I was, young, tight, but so aroused and ready, malleable like a perfect sheath. Then, in sequence, you plunged your fingers into me.
I stroked your dicks with increasing ferocity while you each worked two fingers, then three, deep inside. I couldn't hold back a slight moan. To my surprise, a man in the box below turned to look. Not embarrassed, but... perhaps we were getting carried away. I had to be a proper lady, and you gentlemen had reputations to uphold.
"Shall we order drinks?" I announced playfully. "Drinks for the lady," you both proclaimed. Within moments, a bottle appeared, The Macallan Double Cask 30 Years Old, the finest whisky. Much older than me, I'm only in my early 20's, but unlike whisky, my value blooms with youth. We drank it all, down to the last drop, the warmth spreading through us, heightening everything.
Buzzing with whisky, horny and happy, the show finally ended. I'd been delighted by the electric violins, but it couldn't have finished sooner. "Gentlemen," I proclaimed, "take me to the hotel. We're skipping dinner." Your smiles were priceless, wide, hungry.
Arms offered once more, "Shall we?" you said. I took my place between you, a little unsteady on my heels now, but safe and held by my strong men.
The car ride was thick with sexual tension, I swear the driver felt it, his eyes lingering in the mirror a beat too long.
We spilled into the hotel suite, no time wasted. I instructed you both to strip immediately and wait for me in the shower. I dimmed the lights, put on soft music, then joined you.
What a sight as I entered: two of the sexiest men I'd ever seen, standing there patiently, dicks already rock hard, throbbing, pulsating, pointing right at me like they knew their purpose. With a smile, I let my evening dress slide to the floor. Your eyes widened as I slipped between you, whispering, "Wash me... but don't make me too clean."
Pressed close on either side, you lathered me with soap, slippery, soapy hands everywhere. I was anxious with need, lips swelling, clitoris hardening, pussy dilating, feeling every sensation amplified. My hands roamed over my bare breasts, head tilting back with a moan. Your stiff, swollen dicks pressed against my skin, sliding over me... I couldn't take it anymore.
"Enter me, from both sides," I commanded.
Within seconds, I was completely full, plugged front and back, powerless between my hot, soapy men. The moan I let out echoed off the tiles, loud enough for the moon to hear.
You from behind, my Stag from the front, two big, powerful men pushing deep, imposing your will, having your way with my body. Vulnerable, stuck, unable to move... yet never have I felt safer.
I looked into my Stag's eyes, pure bliss. Drooling, I turned to you and saw the same fire. My legs buckled, body taking over, an orgasm like nothing before exploded from within me. Shaking in ecstasy, I screamed as you both held me up, continuing to thrust your throbbing dicks into my wide, happy holes.
A second orgasm ripped through me, I felt like jelly, limbs rubbery, whispering, "Carry me to the kitchen..."
We spilled out, my Stag laying back on the coffee table. From your arms, you lowered my limp body onto his pulsating dick anally, sheath-like, stretched but snug. You leaned in, whispering, "Are you liking this, little girl?" But as I drew breath to answer, you suddenly, violently plunged into my dripping pussy, pounding the words right out of me. All I could manage was "Ahhhhh..."
I bit my lip, looking up at you ferociously taking what you wanted, using me for your pleasure, it drove me wild. Then from below, my Stag arched and pushed, and suddenly I was being viciously penetrated from both sides, trapped but in heaven. I submitted completely, giving up all power, letting my body be taken over.
My eyes locked with yours, deep, eternal yet instant. You threw your head back, arching, moaning deeply, your masculine body tightening, rippling under the soft light. What a sight... my senses overwhelmed, body reacting involuntarily, shaking, eyes rolling, another screaming orgasm.
Then I felt it, your throbbing dick pulsating inside my pussy, squirting warm, delicious cum deep into my sacred place. So deep, so hot. At the same moment, my Stag lost control below, bursting into my ass, pumping, throbbing. Your knobs pressing against each other through that thin wall, filling me utterly.
All three of us came harder than imaginable, an experience beyond words. Content, still buried inside, you both collapsed onto me, entwined, catching breath, marveling at the sweet absurdity.
With kisses on my neck from both sides, you pulled out, still hard, with moans and pops, copious cum spilling from me, dripping down onto the table. "What a sight," you said. "I don’t believe I’ll shower again tonight," I declared with a giggle. "This is a souvenir worth preserving." We all chuckled, warm and close.
Exhausted, you poured nightcaps in the kitchen. We drank, snuggled, laughed... then I took my place safely between my two men in bed, warm, happy, protected. We drifted off.
And just like that, a Poly Daddy Throuple was born, special, preserved, and permanent.
Gimpy xx
My afterthoughts:
There's something so magical about being cherished by two strong, divine men, treated like a lady in public, then utterly claimed and filled in private. The risk, the submission, the way they both saw me, wanted me, used me... it unlocked a depth of pleasure I didn't know existed. Feeling their warmth deep inside, pressed together, marking me as theirs, it's a memory I'll treasure forever, smiling every time I feel that trickle or ache, knowing I'm exactly where I belong. xx