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Rumi shivered in her chair.
She was naked with the exception of a heart shaped pink plug shoved deep into her ass and the matching pink handcuffs Mira was currently tightening to the arm rests, binding her to a wooden chair.
She was already glowing and purring—the marks on her skin illuminating their bedroom and the soft sounds she made were louder than she intended. She tried to calm them down, to pretend she wasn't as turned on by the situation than she actually was.
Of course—it did not work.
She heard the metal of the cuffs clink together with the wood as Mira finished up, a drop of wetness falling from her cunt down onto the chair. She looked up at Zoey, laid down on the bed waiting, smirking tenderly at Rumi.
"Look at you, baby." Cooed Zoey. "So pretty, isn't she?"
"She is." Mira chuckled. "Such pretty marks." She caressed Rumi's arms with blunt nails. "Such pretty purrs." She scratched under Rumi's skin as if she was a cat.
"Stop making fun of me." Rumi said, trying to move her head away.
"How can I, when you're already dripping and I just tied you to the chair?" Mira's tone was teasing, dominating in the way Rumi liked—the way that made her cunt clench.
"Hmph." Rumi pouted, averting her eyes only to be met with Zoey's, her pupils so dilated they took over the brown Rumi loved so much.
Zoey sat up on her elbow, legs spread and caressing herself with her free hand, never taking her eyes off of Rumi. Zoey’s hand came down, to her folds, where Rumi could already see her glistening, and spread herself, opened herself up, challenging Rumi to look without saying anything.
Of course she looked, how could she not when Mira was finishing tying her up to the chair and Zoey perked up, spreading herself even further to invite Mira in.
"Excited?" Mira giggled as she gave Zoey a look, checking to see if the handcuffs were stable.
"More than." Zoey giggled back.
Mira looked down at Rumi, giving her a once over and asked her if the handcuffs were okay. Rumi nodded, not quite capable of forming words at this point, and Mira gave her nipples a quick pinch before making her way to the bed.
"Touch yourself and you’re gonna regret it." She said to Zoey, who’s been spreading herself, and yet never touching where she wanted it most—just waiting.
"I wouldn’t dare," Zoey chuckled. "I want Rumi to see me get fucked, not punished."
Rumi was breathing hard, her chest coming up and down in heavy lifts—taking in what was happening. Mira settled herself behind Zoey, letting Zoey lean down on her instead of on her own elbow, and as she started fondling with one of her boobs, Mira's other hand grabbed her by the jaw and kissed her.
It was sloppy and so, so needy—Rumi could see that from where she was. Mira pinched her nipples and Zoey let out a needy sigh, finally taking her hand away from where it was spreading her puffy folds.
"Put it back, I want Rumi to see how much you’re dripping." Mira said.
Zoey did as asked, spreading her legs even further apart and spreading her lips once again. Mira squeezed and twisted on her nipples so hard Rumi could feel it as well and Zoey let out a breathy moan, her hips buckling.
"Touch yourself." Mira whispered as she let her lips trail down Zoey’s neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there.
Zoey ran a finger in between her folds, whimpering. Fuck, she was wet and Rumi could see everything. The way her arousal spread under her ass, the way her clit twitched and her hole clenched around nothing. She tugged against the restraints—struggling , already so desperate to touch herself, feeling her own pool of arousal gathering underneath her.
It was exhilarating, the way Rumi could get so pent up just from watching the scene unfold in front of her. How being reduced to an useless, purring mess made her so incredibly needy.
Zoey circled her clit—Mira was still fucking abusing her nipples with the way she was pulling on them so hard—and biting on Zoey’s jaw—leaving mark after mark. Zoey was moaning and whimpering, rutting against her hand before she let a finger slip in.
Rumi was so fucking desperate. She was panting, soft whimpers coming out of her from the desperation and the absolute neediness she felt spreading through her body. Her marks were bright and golden, surrounding her with a soft dim that would embarrass her if it wasn't for how distracted she was by Zoey and Mira.
Her purring was getting louder, her body was shaking more and more, and her hips were grinding uselessly on the chair.
She felt useless in her restraints—felt herself grow more and more desperate as time went on and as Zoey sped up the thrust on her hand, adding a second finger with a needy moan, head thrown back on Mira's shoulder.
"Look at Rumi." Mira said to Zoey as she continued to play with her nipples.
Zoey’s head snapped back up and her eye found Rumi’s. She gave her a smirk, quickly overshadowed by a moan. Mira’s hands finally left Zoey’s tits and came down to caress her stomach, stopping just shy of Zoey’s clit.
Zoey kept her gaze on Rumi, making eye contact with half lidded eyes as her hips bucked up searching for Mira’s touch. Rumi bucked her hips as well, trying to search for something that wasn’t there, letting out a disappointed whimper.
Mira’s head snapped up, now taking her eyes off of where Zoey is thrusting into herself with squelching sounds that are making Rumi go mad, to look at Rumi.
"What’s wrong, baby?" Mira asked with a smirk.
Rumi just stared, whimpering softly, unable to form words as she tried to grind on the chair and squeeze her legs in an attempt at finding some kind of friction, something that she could do to satisfy the growing need inside of her.
"Such a desperate little thing you are. Can’t even form words, can you?" Mira said, and with this, her fingers finally came down to Zoey’s clit, circling roughly at it as Zoey moaned loudly at the sensation, throwing her head back and her hips buckling.
"I said eyes on Rumi." Mira ordered, her hand coming up from Zoey’s clit.
"I’m sorry—" Zoey cooed, desperate and raw. "Please, I’m so close, Mira, please."
Zoey went back to looking at Rumi as Mira's hand continued circling her clit and her hand came in harsh thrusts. Her thighs were buckling and her moans were broken, all her concentration now on Rumi, trying so very hard to keep her eyes open.
"Come on, sweetheart, let go." Mira whispered softly into Zoey’s hair, giving it a chaste kiss. And it somehow was enough, it was all she needed before she came so hard her whole body thrashed in Mira’s arms.
Rumi watched her. With awe, with admiration, with love—she loved it when her girlfriends were pleasured out—it was what she lived for. But most of all, God, she was watching in jealousy.
She was so desperate, so needy, her thoughts were blurred and all she could think about was how she wished she was getting something—anything—stuck deep into her pussy and fucked senseless until she couldn’t breath. She whimpered and moaned as she watched Zoey come down, arching in pleasure as the eyes that were staring at her just a moment ago were rolling into her head.
It was exhilarating, how she could do nothing but fight against her restraints as her girlfriends fucked each other.
"Good job, Zoey," Mira cooed, soothing Zoey with gentle strokes across her hair. "Such a good girl."
Zoey breathed out, finally coming back to her senses, and turned around in Mira’s arms. She kissed her then, hot and needy. Rumi knew Zoey well enough to know it wasn’t enough, she wasn’t done. She wanted more.
On normal days, when Rumi was there in bed with them, she loved going down on Zoey as she came in her mouth time and time again, until she was begging for Rumi to stop.
But she already agreed to this—to this game of restriction and control in which she couldn’t do more than watch and hope she’ll get released soon.
She squirmed in her chair again, needy whimpers coming out of her completing the sloppy sounds of Mira and Zoey’s wet kissing were making.
"She’s so needy, look at her." Zoey said with a chuckle as she finally broke the kiss. "When are you planning to let her go?"
"I’m not sure, I’ll see what I feel like." Mira answered, a small smirk forming on her lips.
Rumi felt herself clench at Mira’s words. The unknown of how long she was going to be stuck messing with her mind, sending her so deep into submission she couldn’t think straight anymore. All she knew know is that she belonged to them, to their whim and their desire.
She’ll be let go when they want. When she’ll probably be so long gone the pool of wetness gathering under her ass would've already started to spill on the sides of the chair.
It was exhilarating and frustrating all the same and as she watched Zoey and Mira change position so Zoey can suck and lick and indulge in Mira’s pussy, her hips started to thrash against the chair, searching for any kind of friction, anything to soothe the ache inside of her.
Rumi watched as Mira arched her back and took Zoey by the hair to push her face even deeper in her pussy, watched as Mira rutted her hips against Zoey’s face, and watched as Mira turned her head around to look straight into her eyes as she fought to keep them open from the pleasure.
”Fuck—“ Mira moaned out as she came, her face still turned towards Rumi as her eyes rolled back into her head.
Zoey came up to kiss Mira, pushing her tongue in her lovers mouth with love and arousal all the same. Rumi watched, a moan escaping her lips as she imagined herself being kissed instead. She closed her eyes, just for a second, and it was enough to imagine how it feels to kiss her girlfriends.
She opened them up again when the room fell quiet, but for her purring. Zoey was shuffling around in bed, the dim light in their bedroom shining beautifully over her skin and Mira stood up, making her way towards Rumi.
She stopped before her, watching her from above with mirth and dominance, never letting Rumi forget were her place really is.
"How are you, my pretty girl?" Mira asked her hand coming up to grab Rumi by her chin and force her head up.
Rumi let out a moan, tried forming words, but all that came out was pathetic whining. Mira chuckled, her eyes shining with desire as her hand crept further on her face, grabbing her by the cheeks and squeezing.
"You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you? So obedient and quiet as you watched us." Mira pushed her thumb inside Rumi’s mouth. "You made such a mess underneath your ass, getting so turned out from being tied up and denied. Aren’t you embarrassed?"
Rumi cried around Mira’s finger, unable to answer and unable to think anymore. She was embarrassed, more than if she was being honest. But, God, she was so horny and desperate in didn’t even matter.
"I’m going to untie you," Mira said, and Rumi's eyes sparkled, "and you’re going to get next to the bed on your knees and beg Zoey to fuck your mouth."
Rumi nodded, eager to please and get out of the restraints and Mira took out her thumb out of her mouth, a string of saliva still tying them together.
She untied her, and help her get up, a squelching sound being left behind when she got up from the chair. She looked at Zoey, lazily thrown in the bed with a black leather harness around her hips, and made her way to her.
She knelt, just as she was told and she tried to speak, but nothing came out but a whimper. Zoey chuckled and Mira climbed up next to her in bed. "What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’ve done so well until now, you wouldn’t want to mess it all up, would you?"
"Please," it came out as a whisper, a breathy moan rather than a beg, but it was better than nothing. "Please, Zoey." She tried again, a better attempt this time.
"Oh, sweetheart." Zoey cooed. "I know you can do better than that."
"Please Zoey, fuck my face, please, please, please—" Rumi let go, words spilling out of her mouth as she begged Zoey over and over and over again. "Please, I need it, Zoey."
"You do, don’t you. Such a desperate little thing you are." Zoey got up, settling in front of Rumi. She pumped the straps a few times, teasing, as Rumi’s mouth fell open, her eyes wide and glossy with desire.
"Please," She begged again, tears building up in the corner of her eyes, the wetness between her legs too much, too overwhelming.
She was desperate in ways she didn’t know possible. She was needy and the ache in her cunt was starting to get unbearable, but she wanted to be good, to be a good girl for her girlfriends and to give them everything they wanted. She wanted to feel Zoey’s strap down her throat—the way Zoey’s going to grab her by her hair and push her down, test her gag reflex until she couldn’t breath anymore.
The second the tip of the strap touched her lips she let out a moan. She opened her mouth, relaxing her jaw and waiting, eyes looking up at Zoey expectantly.
"Such a good girl." Zoey smirked from above her, slowly pushing the tip in and letting Rumi wrap her lips around the strap. "Look at her, Mira, I didn't even have to tell her to start sucking and she’s already got half of my cock in her mouth."
Rumi moaned, pushing even further, letting the cock hit the back of her throat, her eyes never leaving Zoey’s.
Mira came to the edge of the bed, sitting cross legged and looking down at Rumi. "Desperate little slut," her hand came to caress the top of Rumi’s head and as Zoey let the hand holding the rest of the strap fall next to her body, Mira pushed.
She pushed all the way down, Rumi's lips touching the leather hugging Zoey’s lips. She choked, straining sounds coming around the strap and her eyes welled up, tears coming down her cheeks as her gaze left Zoey’s and moved to Mira’s.
Mira kept her there for a few seconds, letting her gag, before grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her all the way off.
Rumi coughed, her eyes closing as tears finally come down her cheeks.
"Oh, baby, don’t cry," Zoey cooed, her hand coming up to her cheeks and wiping away the tears.
"Rumi, baby, look at me," Mira said, her tone domineering and Rumi slowly opened her eyes to look at her.
"You’re doing so well, baby, such a good little slut for us." Mira cooed and Rumi let out a low sound.
That’s all she ever wanted. To serve and to please, to be a good girl for them. She didn’t know anything outside of submitting, outside of letting others tell her what to do and how to do it.
Zoey kept caressing her cheek, soothing her slightly and contrasting the pull Mira had on her hair.
"You’re getting desperate by now, my baby, aren’t you?" Mira asked.
"Yes—" Rumi barely breathed out, the word coming out strained and rough.
"Do you want us to make you come, baby?"
Rumi looked up at her girlfriends with glossy eyes, trying to form words stuck deep into her throat. She felt drowsy, floaty, the kind of feeling that took away her ability to think. Her entire body was trembling, shacking with need and anticipation.
She nodded her head, as much as she could in Mira's grasp.
"No, baby," Mira let go of her hair, getting up from the bed to stay side by side with Zoey, right in from of Rumi. "You have to use your words." She demanded.
"Yes." the sound came out broken, in a raspy kind of way, but Rumi was far too gone to care. "Please fuck me." the plea came out almost as a moan, and Rumi tried to hide away, lowering her gaze to look down at the floor.
There was beat of silence were nothing happened. Where neither Mira nor Zoey made any noise or movement, forcing Rumi to look back up through her eyelashes. the two women were looking down at her, pure hunger and need in both of their eyes.
"Please—" she said again, this time keeping her gaze locked on her girlfriends.
"Better." Zoey chuckled. "Get on the bed, pretty girl."
Rumi got up, legs shaking underneath her but she tried to stable herself, the slick between her legs sticky and uncomfortable.
She lied on the bed on her back, legs spreading instinctively, her arms coming above her head, wrist pressed together as if waiting for them to be tied up.
Mira sat between her legs, bending over to hover above her, looking down at her shaking, glowing body. She lowered her head giving a sweet chaste kiss to Rumi's neck before coming up to properly kiss her.
It was messy and wet, tongues dancing with each other in pure arousal, They both moaned into it, Mira's hips coming lower to hump against Rumi's core.
"Don't steal all the fun." Zoey said as she pressed a hand to Mira's back.
Mira and Rumi broke their kiss, a line of spit still connecting them and Mira straightened up on her knees, grabbing Zoey by the back of her neck and kissing her.
Rumi watched, panting slightly as her hips still tried to move against Mira's, trying to find some of the friction she felt before.
As she rutted her hips pathetically, she felt Mira shifting slightly, and then she felt the press of Mira's fingers against her soaked fold, dragging up and down slowly, promptly avoiding her clit.
Rumi arched her back, a whimper escaping her lips as she tried to be good. She knew that if she asked too much too quickly it will all come to a stop, and she didn't want that.
She will be patient and wait until it will be given to her, like the good girl she is.
Mira broke her kiss with Zoey, fully turning around to look between Rumi's thigh. The finger that's been teasing stopped at Rumi's entrance and as Rumi barely managed to breath in, the finger went inside, curling a few times before coming out.
Rumi kept whimpering, like she couldn't control herself. Like it was the only sound her body could manage in her fuzzy state. She didn't wait long for more—Mira pressed her thumb against her clit, rubbing at it in quick circles and Zoey shuffled up the bed to manage to play with Rumi's tits.
Zoey grabbed both her nipple tugging lightly and twisting, forcing Rumi to arch her back, pressing deeper into the pressure of Mira's thumb. She lowered her head, taking one of them in her mouth, sucking harshly while still twisting and tugging with her fingers at the other one.
The room was filled now with Rumi's moans and the sound of her slick core and Zoey's sucking. It felt exhilarating—finally being touched and taken care of after she's been denied over and over again.
Mira lowered herself, settling between Rumi's thighs and running the broad of her tongue in between Rumi's folds.
The moan Rumi let out, as her thighs buckled was nothing short of sinful, a desperate cry of pleasure raising from deep withing her throat.
Mira sucked at her clit, not hard, but just enough to bring her close. Rumi fumbled over her words begging, crying, craving.
"Please, please—"
"What is it, sweetheart?" Zoey spoke up, her hands now softly running along the length her body.
"I want to cum, please, oh God, please—" Tears build up in the corner of her eyes once again, threatening to spill over her cheeks.
"Such a good little slut for us, aren't you? Such a sweet, obedient thing you are, huh? Zoey cooed, her hand coming up to run her fingers through Rumi's hair. "Go ahead baby, let go for us."
Rumi came with a silent scream—thrashing and shaking on the bed. Mira licked her through it, gentle and sweet, carrying her through her orgasm.
She fell limp on the bed, felt her girlfriends scrambling to cuddle her, get next to her on the bed. Felt their kisses on her temples, on her cheeks. Felt their way their blunt fingernails ran down the side of her body.
She felt the way she clenched still twitching from time to time, ears ringing and eyes now wet with tears that fell down her cheeks.
She couldn't think, couldn't breath, couldn't feel anything other than pleasure. She let herself relax against the sheets, laying heavy as she tried to come back to reality. She felt so good, so alive, so wanted and needed and loved and she wanted more.
She craved more, and more, and more.
She slowly opened her eyes, tried to look at Mira and Rumi through her tears stained eyelashes.
"You did so well, Rumi. So, so well." Mira whispered before placing a sweet kiss on the top of her head.
"Thank you." Rumi breathed. It wasn't gratitude for the praise, and her girls knew that, it was fro everything. For the way they made her feel and the way they crumbled her down, just to bring her back up.
Rumi took another breath, and this time her voice came more sure: "Can I have another?" She looked and Mira and then at Zoey, both watching her attentively.
"Are you sure?" Zoey asked, her weight shifting, the strap still attached to her body now pushing into her thigh.
"Yes, please. I need one more, I need to be full." She took a deep breath. "Please—" she whispered.
"Okay." Zoey pulled her for a kiss, deep and reckless, her tongue searching her mouth desperate and hot.
"You're making me jealous," Mira teased before forcefully breaking their kiss to pull Rumi towards her. Mira's kiss was just as fervent, deep and wet and sloppy, and Rumi brought her thighs together, already feeling how she was dripping again.
Mira broke the kiss, this time grabbing Zoey just above Rumi's face and kissed her. Rumi watched, her mouth falling open and letting out a whimper.
God, her girlfriend were so hot, so good to her, so understanding and so perfect in ways she didn't think she deserved.
They broke their kiss, a string of saliva still connecting them and they looked down at Rumi, smirking before both licked at her mouth.
Rumi stuck out her mouth trying to kiss them both at the same time, all of them sucking and licking and exploring at each other's mouths. It was messy, and somehow counter productive, but yet Rumi let out a moan as she locked into Mira's mouth and then Zoey's.
Drool fell down to her chin, and sleek fell down her thighs, her hips raising and her back arching. Her girlfriends now each had a breast in each of their respective hands—kneading at them and twisting and pulling at her nipples just as their kiss became more and more desperate, the movements between them now ridiculous.
Mira pulled away first, raising herself on her elbow and giving Rumi a soft forehead kiss. Her hand left Rumi's nipple and traveled between her thighs, lower and lower until she pushed on the pug stuck deep in Rumi's ass.
"Which hole do you need us to fill, baby?" Mira asked, grabbing at the diamond base of the plug and pulling it out halfway.
Rumi whimpered, not expecting the question, looking lost between Mira and Zoey.
"You have to answer, so we know exactly what you need." Zoey added, her hand still toying at her breast.
Mira pushed the plug back in, the sensation making Rumi arch her back.
"I—" she tried to speak. She knew what she wanted, they knew it too, but she was way to embarrassed to admit—to confess how much of a pervert she is, how slutty she gets when she's all worked up like this. Her face burned from embarrassment, tears falling out continuously as she let out a chocked sob.
She had no reason to cry, she had no reason to even be embarrassed. Whatever it was she wanted, she knew Mira and Zoey would give it to her. They would fuck her until the morning came if she begged enough, if she asked sweetly enough.
Yet, she was still embarrassed, shy and awkward about how she wanted to be treated.
"It's okay, pretty girl." Rumi said as she pulled out the plug once again. "We already know you're a dirty slut now, don't we, Zoey?" She cooed, poking fun at Rumi, making her sob again.
"Of course, we do." Zoey chuckled, and Mira emphasized her words by pushing the plug back in. Rumi moaned, thrashing against them. "We just want to hear you're sweet, little voice beg for it."
"I—" Rumi sobbed now, tears coming down her cheeks in rapid succession. "Please, I—"
"Stop being such a crybaby, Rumi. Or would you like us to stop? Leave you here unsatisfied and needy. Leave you squirming with wetness dripping down your legs, knowing you can't touch yourself unless we let you." Zoey's voice turned deep, rough and throaty.
It was Rumi's favorite.
"No, please—" Rumi whimpered. "I want…I need," she took a breath, her bottom lip quivering as she pulled it between her teeth. "I need to be filled everywhere." She took a deep breath, her blush down to her chest now, "I need every hole full of you." Her voice was small, rough from crying, but she got it out. She said what she wanted.
"Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Mira praised and signaled to Zoey so they both got up. "Get up, pretty girl. Ass up, face down."
Rumi complied, getting up on her knees before lowering her front on the pillows and arching her back, pushing her ass towards her girlfriends.
"Will you prep her, please?" Mira said to Zoey, and Rumi heard them kiss before she felt Mira getting off the bed.
"Such a pretty slut." Zoey grabbed Rumi's ass, spreading her apart and kneading at the soft skin, before reaching for the plug and pulling it out.
Rumi let out a sigh, muffled by the pillow. She wasn't crying anymore, but she felt so fragile and sensitive, yet so expectant and needy. She pushed her ass further in Zoey's grasp earning a low chuckle from the other girl, but she didn't say anything.
Rumi heard a bottle opening, and felt cold liquid pouring down her opening and then Zoey pushed two fingers in, all in one go. Rumi mewled at the sensation, the stretch burning so, so good.
Zoey scissored her fingers, fucking her nice and gentle, getting her ready, and Rumi looked around her eyes searching for Mira, who now Rumi could see was putting on her own strap. Zoey pushed a third finger in and before Rumi could let out any sound, Mira pulled her up by her hair roughly, lifting her up until she sat on her knees.
Rumi groaned, the pain unexpected and the lift changing the angle of Zoey's fingers who was now unrelentingly thrusting her fingers inside of her.
"Are you ready, pretty girl?" Mira asked, a smirk on her face.
Rumi nodded as much as she could from the grip on her hair and Mira kissed her in response, sliding her tongue around Rumi's mouth and letting go of her hair. She grabbed Rumi's waist, squeezing at the soft skin, before letting her right hand fall between Rumi's legs.
Mira spread her puffy lips apart, spreading her wetness around as Zoey pulled out her fingers from Rumi's ass. Rumi let out a whine, her head falling on Mira's shoulder. She heard the bottle of lube open again and she felt it being passed between the two, but she just closed her eyes, trying to keep her weight on her trembling legs and waited.
Waited to be pound full of cock until she saw stars and she felt her body going limp and giving up on her. She trembled in excitement at the thought and Mira chuckled in response, now aligning the head of her strap with Rumi's entranced.
Zoey followed suit, pressing the tip against Rumi's ass and pushed in, just a bit, just so Rumi feels the stretch and latch onto Mira, her hands coming around Mira's shoulder for support.
"I got you , pretty girl." Mira whispered softly, laying a kiss on the side of Rumi's head as she thrust in, both of them now half way in inside Rumi, making her clench greedily around the two cocks.
"You're sucking us right in. Such a greedy girl." Zoey said, her hands coming to grip around Rumi's wait possessively.
They let her get used to it for a second, neither of them moving, none of them making any sound as Rumi shivered slightly in their arms, breathing heavy and eyes closed, trying to get used to the sensation.
It was overwhelming, really, the way she felt so full, so vulnerable and yet so cared for at the same time. The way she cried in embarrassment a mere five minute ago, and yet here she was in the safe arms of her girlfriends about to get pounded away.
It made her heart swell and her pussy drip with arousal, the way she could just let go around them. Just forget everything, and just be allowed to feel—to let her mind be free of worry and stress and just get taken care of.
It was exhilarating, the way everything felt so much and yet enough at the same time. The way Mira and Zoey's warm, soft hands felt on her burning skin, the way their words reached her deep in her core.
And especially, the way they cared for her and accepted her, let her be a depraved and perverted as she wanted without judgment, the way they gave her everything she wanted, filled her heart and then her every hole with nothing but care and tenderness.
The way they got her to let go and then beg to be fucked relentlessly, just the way she liked, the way she craved.
Nobody made her feel like this, so comfortable in her vulnerability, so accepted in her depravedness, so understood in her want to let go and forget.
Nobody filled her quite like this, and when Zoey and Mira snapped their hips at the same time, bottomed out in the same second, squeezing Rumi between them she gasped breathlessly, her head raising up from its position on Mira's shoulder, and she arched her back, shifting the dildos even deeper inside of her.
They started moving, building up a rhythm little by little, letting her get used to the sensation and the stretch first. Zoey's hands came around Rumi's waist to grab at her tits, squeezing tightly—and it seemed like she was doing it more for her own balance rather than for Rumi's pleasure, which she didn't mind, quite on the contrary, the rough hold intensifying the pleasure running through her body even more.
Mira was holding her by the ass, spreading her for Zoey while nibbling at her neck, licking and biting at the soft skin leaving behind small red marks that were quickly turning purple.
Rumi gasped and moaned, holding onto Mira's shoulders as she got lost in the pain and pleasure. She could feel how Zoey and Rumi were building a steady, matching rhythm, pushing and pulling and thrusting into her with vigor.
Moans and whines and small sobs were spilling out of her, her entire body pulsing and trembling. "Fuck—" she breathed out, quiet and soft. "Fuck, I'm so full, I—" Rumi got caught off by Mira's fingers stuffing her mouth.
She wrapped her lips around them, bobbing her head up and down to suck on them, groaning every time they touched the back of her throat.
"It's okay, baby. You don't have to talk, you don't have to do anything. Just let yourself be filled and fucked like the greedy little thing you are." Mira said as she pushed her fingers deeper inside Rumi's mouth, making her choke.
Zoey gave her a quick kiss on her shoulder blade, speaking into her skin, "You take us so well, so obedient and good. You're such a good girl, Rumi." Zoey kissed up the side of her neck—soft, sweet kisses that made Rumi melt—and stopped right by her ear, "So good for us, our pretty Rumi." She whispered, and the sound that came out of Rumi was sinful and greedy and perverse.
"You love this don't you. Feeling so full of us, so blissed out you can't even moan properly anymore. You're just a fucked out slut right now, aren't you?" Mira's voice was both soft and cruel, a combination only she could muster and one that made Rumi shiver.
Rumi nodded, and arched her back , and God she wasn't actually aware of anything other than how one of Zoey's hands let go of her breast traveling down her stomach to flick at her clit, how Zoey filled her ass and thrust into her over and over again, stretching her so fucking good.
How Mira was bottoming out over and over again inside her needy cunt, hitting that sweet spot inside of her every single time, the tips of both their cocks meeting through Rumi's walls and making her arch and shiver and trembled in ways she couldn't explain.
It felt electrifying—being so full you don't know how to function anymore. The fingers in her mouth chocking and gagging her as sweet praised was whispered in her ears over and over again.
This was more than just want, just need and lust—it was care and love and trust. It was being able to let go and fall knowing someone is there at the bottom of the well to catch you and balance you back on your feet.
And suddenly, it was too much—the pressure in her lower belly intensifying and curling deep inside her. She clenched around both cocks, her mouth no longer able to suck around Mira's fingers and now just hanging open, strained little screams coming out of her as she tensed up.
"There you go, pretty girl."
"Let go for us. Come around us like a good girl."
"You're doing so well. Just let go, baby."
"We're here, darling."
"Our good girl."
"Rumi—"
She couldn't tell who was speaking, she couldn't even understand what was being said to her. She heard the sweet comforting voices of her girlfriends saying her name or telling her she's a good girl or praising her.
She was too far gone to process it.
She wasn't aware of anything anymore. She remembers starting to seize and shake, of grabbing Mira by the back of her neck and just slamming her body into her, holding on for dear life as she trembled and screamed, pleasure overtaking her in the most intense way.
She felt her thighs and knees getting wet, she felt the thrusting slowing down, and the fingers on her clit stopping. She felt herself come down, breathing heavy and head still fuzzy.
She felt Zoey pull out first, and she winced at the loss, but still too gone to say anything or move. She then felt Mira pulling out, and now she felt empty and lost.
She felt herself being laid down on the pillows, her body still shivering and her breath still heavy, now incredibly empty and blissed out at the same time.
She finally came back to reality a few seconds—or maybe minutes—later, finding Mira next to her, drawing smooth circles on her stomach with her fingers.
"Hi." Mira whispered, snuggling closers and taking Rumi into her arms.
"Hi." Rumi answered, letting herself be held. "Were is Zoey?"
"Drawing a bath."
Rumi nodded, her head settling in the crook of Mira's shoulder.
Zoey came in the room just a second later and settled behind Rumi, snuggling into her. "The bath is ready." She muttered between her placing kisses on her shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
"Good." Rumi breathed. "Sore."
"Was it good, baby?" Mira asked, her fingers caressing her side.
"It was perfect." Rumi raised her head and looked at Mira, her lips turning up into a small, soft smile.
Mira lowered her head, grabbing Rumi by the chin and kissing her softly, lips dancing against each other in sweet, tender motions.
Zoey groaned, raising herself on her elbow and looking over them. "Guys, I want in too." She pouted.
Mira and Rumi chuckled against each other and separated. Mira grabbed Zoey and pulled her into an open mouthed kiss, just as sweet, but more needy then the one she shared with Rumi.
When they came apart, Zoey turned to Rumi and let out a small moan as their lips came together. Zoey brought a leg over Rumi's thigh to reach her better, but when she settled she sat just right on her clit letting out a small whine.
Rumi felt it, felt the wetness between Zoey's legs spreading over her thigh and so she brought her hands up, grabbing Zoey by the hips and helping her grind properly.
"Fuck, Rumi—" Zoey whimpered between kisses.
"You took such good care of me, Zoey. You deserve to cum too." Rumi said breaking the kiss and turning to face Mira, kissing her again, this time pushing her tongue inside of her mouth, tasting her. "You too, Mira."
"Rumi, you don't have to." Mira gasped between kisses.
"I want to." Rumi said. "Please."
Zoey was grinding on Rumi's thigh, her movements desperate, guided by Rumi's grip on her hips. Mira was getting up on her knees, grabbing Zoey by the back of the hair and raising herself up to kiss her.
"Rumi are you sure you're not too spent?" Mira asked, loosing down at her.
"I'm sure." Rumi answered, the sound partially covered by a surprisingly loud moan from Zoey.
"I'm close," Zoey whispered, so small, and breathy they barely heard it.
Rumi flexed her thigh, giving Zoey a more solid grinding surface. Mira pushed herself up an over Rumi's face hovering close to her mouth, but not sitting properly.
Zoey kept grinding, her hips faltering ever so slightly and as Rumi felt Zoey's slick all over her thigh, she moved her hands on Mira's hips and pulled her on her face, her tongue coming out to lick and suck at her pussy.
"Fuck, Rumi—" Mira moaned out as she balanced herself with her hands on Rumi's stomach, her face inches away from Zoey's.
Zoey was breathing heavy and her movements settled. She raised herself to sit properly on Rumi's lap and grabbed Mira, who was moaning and grinding against Rumi's face, helping her sit straighter.
Mira grabbed Zoey by the shoulders and as Rumi pushed her tongue as deep inside her as it will reach, her head fell down onto Zoey's shoulder.
Rumi moaned up into her, her face slick and her jaw hurting from the strain. A purr from deep inside her rumbled against Mira's pussy and she felt Mira pulsating and squirming above her.
With a soundless scream against Zoey's shoulder Mira came on Rumi's face before she fell down onto the bed next to Rumi, dragging Zoey down with her.
Heavy breaths filled the room as they laid next to each other in a warm embrace, Rumi's purring and marks now subdued, settling into a happy and content echo.
They sat like that for a bit, embracing and coming back down to themselves, fingers tracing each other, drawing patterns on each other's backs, arms, bellies, wherever they reached.
It was so peaceful and calming, so full of love and adoration. Rumi felt herself grow heavier with sleep, her mind so quiet in a way that happened only around her girls, only when she got to love and be loved—when she let herself be adorned in the way she learned Mira and Zoey meant it.
"The water in the bath is getting cold." Zoey said, her words stifled by a yawn.
"That's alright." Mira said, her nails rubbing at Rumi's scalp.
Rumi fell asleep, only to be promptly woken up a bit later to be cleaned up and helped into her pajamas, her body soft with sleep and still boneless, her mind fuzzy with nothing but happiness and love and pure, unadulterated pleasure.