Pegging & Penetration: Part III

Despite the geopolitical tension that exists between the two states, moreso heightened by the fact that this is the fucking Olympics, these two women seem to cooperate together nicely.

One question, however, and it’s not about the fact that Kaede and Haewon are working on you in tandem.

What are the chances that someone would bring a strap-on to the biggest sporting event on Earth?

The ribbons — two of them — are restraining you, yanking your frame back and forth by the neck. Kaede and Haewon have their hands on their medals, using them to pull you on their will. Haewon plays it more violently with her silver from the back — loser’s rage, perhaps. It’s harsh, the way she thrusts her hips into your asshole, multiplied by the speed you’re being tugged back towards her body. Her strap dick is splitting you open. It’s difficult to breathe, and you are sputtering weakly due to the lack of air against Kaede’s plastic cock. Her golden, shiny medal is doing a lot of leverage against your autonomy.

You’re more than thrilled to serve these women, however. Your dick’s fucking twitching like crazy down there, beading out precum onto the bed.

“What a slut, sucking my cock like a champ,” Kaede coos, ruffling your hair akin to a puppy, not that you don’t want to be one for them, anyway. Kaede’s fake cock throbs inside your mouth, gagging you with the sheer size and girth. The taste is invasive — so synthetic, so bitter. You can barely fit all of it inside your mouth, and you just make retching sounds through the hollow of your throat. “Fucking whore.”

You only moan as a stifled response into Kaede’s shaft, while your frame writhes from being split open mercilessly by two synthetic cocks. Your brain is lost in the haze of Kaede’s scent of sweat and lust and dominance. The poor bedsheet is all crumpled from the rough fucking the three of you are engaging in.

“He’s so mine, isn’t he?” Haewon inquires, pulling your head back by the runner-up medal in her hand firmly. Her other hand, holding a badminton racket, gives your ass a spank, and you can do nothing but half-moan-half-sputter into Kaede’s cock fucking your mouth — so brimmed with lust.

“He’s mine, loser,” Kaede snarls, stuffing your mouth with her silicone digit deep inside between your pretty lips, pushing hard into your throat, and she rests there. Her hands grip the sides of your head. Your air reeks of Kaede’s filthy post-game sweat and the scent of her wet cunt. You can almost taste her, and that almost is driving you insane. God, you just need to get a taste of her pussy. Instead, you get a rough choking from her shaft and a tug from her ribbon — running tears, barely able to breathe, a bulge in your throat.

Gold medal in men’s singles, certified cockslut. You just don’t know what title to pick when interviewed back at home.

“Ugh, you’re a bitch, Yamada. Stop stuffing his mouth and let him talk,” Haewon roars, reaching forward to push Kaede away lightly. She tumbles backward into the wall, and you finally get that much-needed relief. Spit falls out of your mouth onto the bed, dripping wet spots all over. You take a deep, deep breath for the sake of your lungs while Haewon fucks you over from behind, plowing your puckered hole open with her strap member. With each thrust, the tip attacks your prostate vigorously into oblivion, sending wave after wave of shocks through your frame, pushing you closer to the edge.

And oh, you can only keep moaning like a licensed slut into the cold air.

“I’m not going through this again, Oh. I got the gold, I get the boy. He’s sleeping at my room tonight,” Kaede shouts with boiling anger, body glistening under the room’s amber light — her shoulders, her abs, her tits — goodness gracious, she just looks seraphic, even while she’s slapping your face absentmindedly with her length.

“Fuck you. If I make him cum, which I am fucking doing right now, I get him,” Haewon bites back. You’re not saying anything, of course, like they’d listen to your opinions. Plus, you win either way, on-court and off-court.

“This is going nowhere. Let’s meet halfway, then,” Kaede says with a dying fury. “We’re staying here, fucking his holes all night. How does that sound?”

Splendid.

“Ugh, fine,” before Haewon yanks her ribbon a little harder — a little harder to breathe — and Kaede puts her digit inside your mouth once more. “We’re all done here, anyway.”

Your hands grab the bedsheets tightly, struggling not to land your stomach on the cushion that’s reek of your blending sweats and spits. Though you just feel so weak. Your arms wobble under the weight of your body.

And you fall, and their cocks slip out of your holes, Haewon’s medal falls on your back.

You hear Haewon and Kaede giggle as you try to push yourself back up from the fabric of the bed, unsuccessfully. Your body feels so fragile under them, and you can’t just get back up, somehow. Then, Haewon gives you another spank with her racket. You yelp pathetically between their bodies.

“Guess we’re doing prone bone now,” Haewon quips, before splitting your cheeks with her lubed cock again. Your eyes can do nothing but roll into the back of your head. You rasp whorishly into the cold of the air — high, stuttered. Your body shakes violently as the walls are split open with a rod of silicone.

On the other side, Kaede pushes her shaft back into your mouth, having you get used to that synthetic, heaving-inducing taste of her silicone again. Your tongue lolls out lewdly on the underside of her cock. Mind’s too far gone now.

“God, if the committee knows how much of a slut their gold medalist is.” Kaede says, ruffling your hair mockingly, plowing your mouth with ever-increasing vigor.

Haewon quickens her thrusts into your prostate, each attack bringing you closer to the precipice. Your throat makes these slutty, mind-broken sounds into the thick air of your bedroom. What a fucking whore.

A few more poundings and you’re close. Your thighs strain on the bed with Haewon and Kaede pumping their cocks into your body.

You can only scream into Kaede’s cock when you cum.

The spurts got shot down onto the bed, wetting it with your white, delicious essence. Your body trembles as the orgasm crashes through you akin to a tsunami. The women seem to sense your explosion, before they slow themselves down to a halt, resting their cocks inside your holes idly.

Your body comes down from the high, eventually. The breathing steadies. You can focus on Kaede’s gorgeous face with your eyes again, not so teary as before. Your hands push her away gently, and she lets you do it. She’s probably as exhausted as you are. You take a deep, deep breath once her cock is out of your mouth. God, this feels great.

Haewon drags herself out of your ass, leaving you with a heaving hole that’s (slightly) missing its filling. Your body relaxes, and you slowly crawl onto the pillow for a good night’s rest.

“Look at him, he’s so cute,” Haewon says, kneading your ass softly. You make a low hum at the touch.

“I’m gonna miss him so much when I’m back in Japan.”

And a beat. And Haewon declares, “Let’s make tonight a good night, then, shall we?”