Noodle.
“Uhh…”
Mistress grabbed his dick and stroked in time with mine. We both groaned, and I closed my eyes, listening to the sweet sounds of a man. It was so much better than the noise women made, especially Natalie.
Biggie sounded like he was being strangled. He grunted and protested, but the slapping sounds got louder and louder.
Yes.
One.
Thump.
Two.
Thump.
Three.
Thump.
Slap, slap, slap.
Beautiful cadence of orgasms.
“Mmm. That’s right, prisoner. Come for me. Let’s see it. Don’t be shy.”
“I am gay! Get the fuck off of me!”
My eyes flew open, and Natalie’s hands faltered. She looked at me for a moment with pure malice, then back at Biggie.
“Oh?”
Natalie reached out and grabbed my hand painfully, slamming it down onto Biggie, who squirmed and flailed more than before, but his dick was growing now. I felt it in my hand, getting harder and harder.
For me?
Natalie laughed, and the sound felt strange with my hand slamming over and over onto a man.
I had never done anything to a man before. In the foliage room, when I was little, the men would do things to me. I couldn’t respond. I was supposed to be still and not make a sound.
I listened to the cadence of the smacking, and it reminded me of’We Will Rock You.
I loved that song as a child, before Natalie.
We will.
We will.
“Rock you,” I moaned, grinding my dick into Natalie’s palm as I stroked Biggie faster.
The veins were bulging, and I could feel his heart pumping through his dick.
“Hey. Stop that! Don’t touch me…”
His words were no, but he was close to orgasm. I could feel it and…
So am I.
