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eatmyromance · 14 days ago

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Got Drunk on You

SUB!ART DONALDSON X DOM!PATRICK ZWEIG X DOM!TASHI DONALDSON

cw: 18+ smut; minors dni (dom!tashi, dom!patrick, sub!art, porn no plot, mmf, pegging, oral sex ((m & f receiving)), nipple play, lactation kink, degradation, praise, face-sitting, strap-ons, mommy kink)

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Tashi’s eyes flutter shut, her fingers tangled in Art’s curls. His nose brushed against the skin of her soaked cunt as he sucked on her clit, his slender fingers massaging at Tashi’s spot. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

The flick of a lighter makes Tashi’s eyes open slowly, and her eyes make four with the man across from her and Art. Patrick brought his cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply as his eyes roamed over Tashi and Art’s naked bodies. His eyes land on the wedding ring on Tashi’s finger, and he smirks. She pulls Art up from between her legs, tasting herself on his tongue as they both moan into each other’s mouths. “I wanna use that pretty hole of yours,” she smirked against his lips, “can I?”

Patrick takes one last slow drag, the tip flaring red in the dark. Smoke curled from his lips as he leaned forward and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray with a lazy twist of his fingers. Smoke drifted upward, slow and soft. He slips out of his button-up. His slender fingers ran over his pale stomach.

Art, sitting on his knees, nodded, whispering a “yes please” just as the weight on the bed sank, as Patrick knelt next to them both, his thick cock in his hands already hard.

“Mind if I join, pretty boy?” Patrick asked him. He knelt in front of Art, his heavy cock brushed against Art’s face as he lifted Art’s chin so both men’s eyes made four.

Tashi pulled Art up on his knees as she knelt behind him, her breasts pressed against his toned back. She kissed the side of his neck as she ran her thumb over his leaking tip, “answer him, Art,” she said against his skin. Tashi looked up at Patrick’s deep-set eyes. He licked his lips as he leaned down, brushing his lips against Art’s neck just as she had done.

Patrick then sat back against the bedframe, running his fingers through his messy hair. He took his cock to his hand and gave himself languid strokes, his steely eyes never leaving Tashi or Art. “Kiss her,” he whispered.

Art immediately climbed into Tashi’s lap, straddling her. He took her face in his hands, a shy smile on his face, “I’m gonna kiss you now,” he said before connecting their lips. His familiar lips were just as soft as his whimpers as she kissed his lips, along his jaw, and down his neck. “Tashi…” he panted, “I need you to touch me.”

Tashi pushed him back onto the mattress. She spread his legs apart as his slender cock hit his stomach. She kissed along his calves as a blush crept over him, “you look so pretty Art,” she praised. She planted her knees on either side of him as she sat on his leaking cock. He brought his hands to her hips and she pushed them over his head, “you’re so greedy to touch…you know you can’t do anything without asking me,” she tsked.

Tashi’s back arched as she rubbed herself on Art’s cock, his length rubbing between her slick folds and on her clit. “Please put me inside of you,” Art gasped. She ground her hips back and forth making his cock soaked with her arousal. Patrick swiftly positioned himself behind Tashi, his large hands cupping and kneading her breasts as she stroked Art’s cock, teasing his swollen tip between her folds.

Patrick’s breath was hot as he kissed along the side of Tashi’s neck, sucking harshly at the skin. “You taste so good, I wonder if that pretty cunt still tastes like how I remember,” his laugh was deep and it sent heat through her body. Her rocking against Art’s cock grew more urgent, his face flushed as he cried for her to put his cock in.

“Tashi--I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that, and I wanna cum in you,” Art cried, thrusting his hips up. She ran her thumb over his sensitive tip again, smiling at him. Patrick’s hands rubbed over Tashi’s ass, coaxing her to bend over, her breasts pressing into Art’s chest. Patrick pressed her back down more as he teased Art’s tip, in and out of her soaked cunt.

“You like being inside of her?” Patrick whispered. Art nodded eagerly. “You like having her clench this perfect pussy around your pretty cock?” Patrick lowered himself so that his face was level with Tashi’s cunt, her legs instinctively spread as she arched more for him. He kissed along the insides of her thighs, his aquiline nose brushing against her folds. His fingers left Art’s cock as he slipped two of his fingers into her–she immediately clenched around his fingers, “Your wife is taking me so well Art, always has.”

Patrick’s tongue teased Tashi’s rim, kissing down to her cunt. He buried his face into her, licking and sucking at her clit as he slipped his fingers into her along with Art’s cock, stretching her. She rocks back into his face, Art’s cock jerking inside her. “You taste even better Tash…no wonder your boy is such a slut for this cunt,” Patrick moaned against Tashi.

She stretches her hand back, tangling her fingers in Patrick’s hair. Grinding herself into his face, picking up the pace, “You feel so good Patrick,” she gasps. She pushes two of her fingers into Art’s mouth as he begins to speak. She used her other fingers to grip his jaw as he whimpers for her, “suck on them.”

Art sucked on her fingers greedily, “Look at you…you do everything you’re told,” Patrick chuckled. “Poor baby Art…too dumb to think for himself.” Tashi felt that familiar wave wash over her. Patrick gripped her ass, kneading the flesh, “come on, cum for me,” he coaxed.

She pushed his head away, laughing lightly, bringing herself over Art’s face, his hot breath on her as he thanked her. Tashi lowered herself onto his face, “I only cum for my husband,” she gasped, feeling Art’s nose brush against her folds. “You’re begging to cum though, let me suck your cock,” she gestured to Patrick.

Patrick smirked as he stood on the bed, slapping her face with his leaking cock. Patrick purred as he stuffed his cock into her mouth. She moaned as he holds her down on his cock, his thick hair brushing against her nose, “taking me so well.”

Tashi rocked her hips against Art’s tongue as Patrick roughly thrust his hips into her face, fucking her mouth. She felt Art’s tongue dance over her clit before he began to suck on her sensitive nub. She gasped, pulling off of Patrick’s cock. “That’s it Art…fuck, you’re making me feel so good,” she pants.

Art hummed appreciatively in her cunt just as she looked up at Patrick, his thumb running over her bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. Tashi spits on his cock, stroking him–he rolled his eyes back, a guttural moan escaping his throat, “just like that, Tashi.” She twisted her hands around his length as she continued to suck his aching cock, “you look so fucking good with a cock stuffed in your pretty slut mouth of yours,” he said between his teeth.

She went pliant between two men, feeling the muscles in her stomach knot and her legs twitch as a hazy feeling washed over her. Tashi’s rocking slowed down and Art played with her clit between his teeth, “fuck, Art!” She gags as Patrick thrusts all of his length into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Besides herself, hot tears streamed down her face, her mind going fuzzy as a choked cry escaped her throat as she released on Art’s face and Patrick shot his load into her, his seed painting her throat.

Patrick was insatiable, he wasted no time helping Tashi off of Art’s face. “Let me taste her,” he said to Art, pulling him up. Patrick tangles his fingers into Art’s blonde curls, bringing their lips together. He moaned into Art’s mouth, the blonde’s cock begging to release. “Perfect,” Patrick whispered pulling away from Art, licking his now-soaked lips, a soft laugh coming from him.

Tashi lazily stroked Art’s throbbing cock, “can I cum now, please?” Art begged.

She kissed along the side of his neck, up to his ear, “Are you going to let me fuck that pretty hole of yours, Art?” she whispered in his ear. She rolled one of his nipples between her fingers. He nodded, “God, yes.”

Patrick handed her the dildo, his slender fingers stroking Art’s cock as she slipped her harness on. “Can you suck my cock, Art?” Patrick whispered. He brought his lips to Art’s, his tongue licking over his bottom lip before taking Art into his mouth again, “I can’t get enough of this fucking mouth…I hear you love to beg to suck cock, that right?”

Art whimpered, jerking his hips into Patrick’s hand. “Answer him, Art,” Tashi whispered, stroking lube onto her silicone cock. “You don’t want to be rude, right? You don’t want to hurt Patrick’s feelings? Not after how much you begged and fantasised over him, and how good he’s been making us feel.” Art shook his head “No”. She chuckles, “Well, tell Pat how much of a greedy cock slut you are.”

Art just shudders under Patrick’s touch, becoming more and more undone. “I…I’m a—” He goes pliant on Patrick, whimpering as the other man squeezes his length.

Patrick scoffed, wrapping his fingers around Art’s throat. “You’ve always been a pathetic little slut, haven’t you?” he tsked. “You need mommy to tell you what to do? I thought you were Art Donaldson…hm. Turns out you’re just a silly fucking mess, hm?” Tashi pushed Art down onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress. “Maybe if you get stuffed with two cocks, you’ll find your words again.”

Art nodded, “yes please, fill me up,” he panted.

Patrick laughed, “he speaks!” He sat in front of Art whilst Tashi spread his ass. “At least you’re smart enough to know that you’re only here for me to use you…I know how long you’ve wanted me to. You want me to use that pretty throat?”

Art instantly took Patrick’s cock into his mouth, “Seems like we have to fuck some manners into your husband, Tashi…” She kisses Art’s ass, slowly pulling the red jewel of his butt plug out from between his cheeks. Patrick’s eyebrows shot up, “I’m impressed, the slut is good for something…you had that in all this time?”

Art nodded bashfully. Patrick tangled his fingers into his hair, shoving him back down on his cock, making Art gag.

“Let him breathe, Patrick.”

Tashi teased the tip of her cock into Art’s hole, watching how he greedily clenches around her. She drew circles with the tip around his rim before lining the dildo with his puckered hole. It doesn’t take long for Art to completely bottom out, falling on the bed, making Patrick’s cock bury deeper in his throat. She kissed the nape of his neck, down his spine, “You’re taking me so well…if you keep it up I just might let you cum.”

Tashi pushed all of her inches inside, stretching him until she heard him release a choked sob from under her. She held herself in place, letting the vibration of the dildo send him way over his thinning limit. “Move please,” she heard him choke. She caught the sight of his ruined face, a string of spit and cum connecting him to Patrick’s red cock. She pushed deeper into him, pulling Patrick’s face to hers, relishing the man on her lips. Tashi gently thrust into Art, as Patrick cupped her breasts, rubbing her now leaking nipples between his fingers.

“I didn’t know you still…” Patrick gasped, collecting some of the thin milk on his thumb, and bringing it to his lips. He moaned, bringing his head down to her nipples, “You taste so good…Art, you ever suck on these pretty tits?” Patrick squeezed and kneaded her breasts as he sucked on them, “so good.”

Tashi pulls Patrick off, only to turn Art over. She angles her hips until she feels his prostate, “I want you to see how good boys get rewarded,” she says to him. Patrick tugs at her nipples as she hit Art’s prostate, again and again, his high-pitched cries filling the room each time. She gasps as a thin release of milk squirted out of her breasts and more continued to roll out and onto Art’s cock as Patrick squeezed her breasts. “Just like that Patrick,” Tashi gasps catching his kiss.

She lets more of her milk spill onto Art’s cock, “sit up,” she tells him. “I want you to touch yourself, Art.” Incoherent words fall out of Art’s mouth as he tries to pick himself up. Patrick holds onto Tashi’s hips, making her thrust deeper into Art. He cries as she pushes down on his cock stiff against his stomach.

“You like being fucked with her cock, Art?” Patrick taunted. “Has your mommy fucked you stupid?”

The man could barely register what they both were saying as he nodded weakly. Tashi thrust harshly into his hole, slamming inside of him as his soft and slurred moans spilt out of his mouth. She reached down to press her forehead against his, “You okay?” Art can barely focus, he had never felt this overstimulated before. She scratches at his scalp, “Art, answer me.”

Art lazily nodded, “feel s'good,” he fought the words out.

Tashi kisses him softly, “You’re taking me so well…” she whispered. A slow and lazy grin spreads across his face. Patrick strokes Art’s cock as she ruts herself against Art’s prostate, “cum for us, Art…show Patrick how a good boy comes.”

His hair stuck to his forehead as he tried to sit up. Patrick–very beside himself–slipped behind Art, letting Art lean against his body. Patrick whispered praises in Art’s ear as he stroked his cock. Tashi squeezed his balls as she held herself deep against his prostate; his greedy hole taking all of her. Art cries, and he cries out her name as she watches how beautiful he looks, completely wrecked. Art came hard, his thick seed shooting onto his stomach and chest and down Patrick’s hand. “I…” he tries to speak but unintelligible sounds fall out of his mouth.

“You were so good, baby,” she praised, slowly pulling out of him. She rubbed his legs as Patrick massaged his scalp, “how was it?”

Art nodded, rubbing his eyes, “it was good…thank you,” he whispered, a small blush covering his face. “Thank you, Patrick.”

Patrick laughed lightly, “You were really good Art…I wish we did this sooner.”

Art fluttered his eyes open, sitting himself up. He crawled over to Tashi, awkwardly laying in her lap, his face buried in her chest, his hands massaging her breasts. She looked up and saw Patrick eyeing Art, scratching the nape of his neck. “What?” she laughed lightly. “You wanna taste them again?”

It didn’t take any more convincing for Patrick to nuzzle himself into her chest, “Next time,” Patrick started, “I’m getting pegged next.”

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