Making Mark cum too.

I sit and whimper quietly in my seat, toys buzzing away inside of me. How did things go this way? Is this good or bad? I’m in a happy relationship with my long time love and my/her new boyfriend… which is weird in its own right but let’s just ignore that. As he finishes up extracting our previous expended liquids from the couch, I manage to catch his attention. “Feed Carthin. He, ah, still hasn’t been fed. Hmmm.” I feel silly worrying about my pet **** crab while my insides are being mechanically pummeled into submission, but pets need care no matter what their owner has going on.

“Heh. Alright little miss bossy. I’ll go feed Mr. Crab.” I try to complain more about his dismissive, albeit joking, attitude toward my current plight. But it’s hard to get out much in the way of coherent words right now and he’s already gone.

A few minutes later Mark returns having successfully fed Carcin without getting murdered. We’ve been feeding him some food scraps but also feed him boiled eggs and nuts. He’s definitely a more carnivorous crab, as he didn’t show as much interest in the more leafy foods I tried to give him. Still, he seems to at least be willing to eat most anything I put inside with him. Disturbingly, he made sure to crush and cut up anything with bones in it before eating. It’s like he feels the need to destroy everything.

Mark sees me struggling to maintain my composure and pats my head. “Do you still want to know about Sasha’s… sexual explorations?”

I whimper a bit as the buzzing inside of me continues, but nod. After all I’ve been through he better tell me!

“Well, it actually has to do with that harness you’re in right now. Sasha wore it too, although it fits her a lot better without me having to adjust it.” I’m confused. How does… I should say this out loud.

“How doeth her wearing thith, hmm, embarrath you?” Not even trying to stop the lisp anymore. My genitals are under attack, I have other priorities than sounding normal.

Mark grins in an embarrassed manner, “well, that harness… dildos can be attached in… both directions.”

Under the current circumstances it takes me a moment to fully think through the implications of what he is saying. Both directions? I look down and imagine the dildo lodged inside of me rotated around and can’t see how it matters… oh. Oh! Maybe it’s childish but I immediately start to giggle as understanding comes to me. Mark smiles in shy self deprecation as he lets me enjoy the juvenile humor of it. Finally I manage to confirm, “tho, it workth ath a thtrap on?” I can’t help but immediately start giggling again.

This time Mark stands up for himself, “hey, I’ll have you know I took it like a man!” He says it with exaggerated bravado, which just makes me giggle more and almost forget about the buzzing inside of me. As much as I’d like to keep teasing him, my giggling slows down and I can consider my own situation more fully. Am I really in a position to tease him for letting his incredibly hot and amazing girlfriend peg him, when I’ve let that same girlfriend rope me into a threesome with her boyfriend and put my mouth on his cock? I mean, sure, I’ve become a girl… but I’m also still kind of a guy. Or at least… oh fucking aye this stuff is confusing. I guess we all are just what we are… in which case I can’t tease him. Oh god, am I being tempted to be a hypocrite just so I can keep teasing my boyfriend for taking it up the ass… from my girlfriend… I’m confused.

My internal thoughts slowly descend into a confusing maelstrom of still enjoying some admittedly pretty juvenile and bigoted jokes but also now living through a nightmare scenario for anyone who considers gender norms to be sacrosanct. I almost forget that today has been mandated by my girlfriend to be about sexy times with my boyfriend.

“Hey, are you okay? I can take it out now.” Mark sounds concerned. I may have spent too much time in my own head again.

I take deep breath and consider what I want. Which is to be happy, which is currently done primarily through making Sasha and Mark happy. Holy shit that sounds submissive when I say…er, think it plainly in my own head. But… maybe that’s just who I am. Maybe I enjoy being the submissive partner in the relationship. Is that wrong? I… guess not. It’s clearly not just at face value, but even knowing that it still feels weird.

With my face flushed from far more than just my internal biology being mechanically strained, I finally respond to Mark, “it’th fine… um. Can I… suck your cock?” I try to maintain eye contact, but quickly look down at the ground. I’m not drunk, Sasha isn’t being her sexy and persuasive self. Mark isn’t even turning on the charm right now. I am making this decision completely on my own… holy shite is it possible for a persons head to melt?!

Mark looks at me, confused but interested. “Uh, sure. I mean, you don’t have too…”

I gulp, “I know. But, I want to…” let my head explode right now! I just meant I want to prove I can be me, and a girl, and a boy, and… what the hell am I trying to prove? I’m not drunk, why is this so confusing?! … at least that sounded sexy even if I didn’t mean it too.

Mark smiles at me, clearly happy to have things going in this direction, and gently picks me up as I am still under internal ****. He casually knocks a couch pillow onto the floor and sits down with it between his feet. “Is that fine? Or would you rather I lie down so you can be on the couch?”

The couch would definitely be more comfortable. But… I’m trying to come to grips with my feelings and it definitely feels more sexy to be on the floor between his legs. “It’th fine.” Okay, let’s lock in. No more fucked up lisp. Just sexy talk… when my mouth is free to talk.

Mark eases me down onto the pillow on the floor. It’s not a big pillow but luckily I'm pretty small myself so I fit nicely on it without having to touch the hard floor. I look up at Mark and blush as I see the barely restrained lust in his eyes while he stares down at me. “Well, you wanted to suck my cock. Didn’t you?”

I blush more as he gives me a chance to back out. I stammer, “please sir, can I suck your cock?” I put a bit too much emphasis on the s sound to feel completely natural, but it’s not a bad performance overall.

Mark smirks, and I realize he remembers my comment about Sasha making him call her mommy when he says, “call me daddy. And yes, you may.”

Damn he can make me feel small, in a good way. Small and cute. “Th-thank you daddy.” I reach up tentatively and unzip his pants. I pull out his cock and marvel nervously at his size. At least it’s not going in my pussy again. Still, I gulp nervously as his penis hardens in front of me. I can see in his eyes it hardening in large part from the visual cue of me sitting beneath him.

I am suddenly granted a bit of a reprieve as the dildo inside of me seems to slow down. I doubt it has a remote function, so it’s probably losing battery charge. Mark did just pull it and the egg vibrator from the boxes and just started to use them. I don’t think he had the chance to check their battery level, and they’ve been going for a while now. Of course Mark’s massive growing spire in front of my face demands my attention, regardless of other circumstances.

I take a deep breath and remember Sasha’s advice. I carefully nuzzle my cheek against his warm cock, my own face just as hot. Mark smiles down at me and reaches down to trace my ear affectionately, rubbing the cartilage between his fingers in a strangely intimate way. With a slight mewling sound escaping my lips, I give a light kiss to the side of his hard penis. He sighs as he feels my lips touch him lightly, which just makes me blush more since I know he isn’t that sensitive on the side of his cock. I had of one of these myself you know! You can’t fool me!

Eager to make him feel good, not just from the visual stimulus but actually from my touch, I slide my mouth up his cock to his more sensitive head and give it a kiss on the side. I steel myself for the final plunge, and take his whole head into my mouth. Immediately I can taste a salty tang on my tongue as he leaks his precum into my mouth. Mark lets out a gasp that satisfies my need for audible verification that I’m on the right path, that I’m not just embarrassing myself between his legs. I gently grasp the base of his cock with both of my hands and gently slide them up and down as I slowly pump his shaft and slide my tongue across his head inside my mouth.

Still rubbing my ear between his fingers Mark says, “good girl. Suck my cock for me.” Embarrassingly, this low level dirty talk absolutely works on me. In my defense I have his cock in my mouth and two toys still buzzing away inside of me, even if one is rapidly losing power. I can feel my heat growing inside of me. If I’m not careful I might blow before he does.

Suddenly we both jump as Marks phone begins to ring. He quickly looks at it as I resume licking and sucking his cock. He looks down at me apologetically, “it’s Sasha.” I don’t know why he looks apologetic as this makes it easy to decide what to do. I moan weakly into his cock and keep sucking. He smiles broadly at me as he understands my intent and answers the phone.

“Hi Sasha… yeah, she’s busy. Yeah…” He looks down and smiles at me as he listens to whatever Sasha has to say, “it’s pretty fantastic. Real bonding time happening, just like you wanted… No, she definitely can’t use the phone right now, her mouth is full.” Even knowing it’s Sasha on the other end I can’t help but feel my head start to pressurize from hearing him casually refer to me sucking his cock while he’s on the phone. Especially with that stupid smug grin on his face. His grin widens and I’m pretty sure Sasha just guessed what I’m doing as he very happily says, “Yep.”

He keeps listening to Sasha as my head feels just about ready to pop, so I try to hide my embarrassment with enthusiasm and push forward… a bit too eagerly. His cock pushes uncomfortably into the back of my throat and I find my gag reflex whining at me. The gulking sound my throat makes is unpleasant and I pull back to recover and run my tongue over his head a few times as apology for my quick retreat. Though looking up at him I think he is just accepting it all as intentional. Which, in fairness is the right call. Even as submissive as I feel right now he better not criticize me while I’m doing something like this for him. If he did I’d… no, focus. Cock in mouth needs attention.

I accept that I’m probably not ever going to deep throat something comparable to my own wrist, so… I hold up my wrist to actually compare and see my wrist is thicker, though not by much. Focus! I reaffirm my grasp of his cock with both hands at his base, and begin an onslaught of sucking and licking all around the head of it while pumping my arms up and down. I doubt a can keep this up for long, my arms are already getting tired, but I look up and am hopeful that I won’t have to last much longer.

“Yeah ah… hmmm. Honey, can I, uh… I’d love to talk but… yeah. Right now? It’s small, tight and wet. It feels amazing.” I’m a little jealous that I can’t hear the whole conversation, but somehow it seems Sasha is helping me take on Mark via sexy phone talk. I begin to feel pulses from the base of Mark’s cock as I pump, and a moment later Mark groans and shoots a salty string into my mouth. I pull my mouth off but keep pumping his cock as he keeps ejaculating, and let string after string shoot forth, mostly onto my face.

Panting, Mark says, “yeah, love you too. Yes, I’ll get a picture.” Torn between feeling a little proud of myself and massively embarrassed about everything and still horny from the toys attacking my genitals, I shyly pose beneath his cock with my face still sprinkled with his cum as Mark takes a picture to send to Sasha. All of which pushes me over the edge, and I feel the ripples flow up from my abused pussy as I cum on camera.