Threesome

You send Bob's pics to that slut Angelina, even though you promised you wouldn't.

• Want a piece? :) -
• Fuck yeah! What do I have to do? -
• Nothing. Come over at 5. -

Angelina may be a slut, but she certainly isn't ugly. Black hair down past her shoulders, C cup tits and an athletic frame made her desirable by most of the guys at school. She grins seductively as you let her in, giving her a polite peck on the cheeks.

"So, who's this slut of yours?" She gets straight to the point.

"You won't believe me until you see him."

"Out with it!"

"Bob."

She just stares at you and laughs. "You know, lots of boys have made up crazy stories to get into my pants, but this one takes the cake!"

"I'm serious."

"Yeah, yeah. What, did you get the pictures from the internet?"

"What fucking internet? Look at the damn picture, can't you tell it's Bob?"

"What I can tell is that its some loser boy who has no self-respect. And that ain't Bob."

"Well just wait and see. He's coming over at 8."

"Looks like we have some time to kill.... I drink Captain Morgan," She demands when you don't get the hint. You smile as you pour two glasses. There's something about her - maybe she's not so bad?

Half the bottle is gone by the time you hear the doorbell ringing. You're pretty buzzed, but Angelina is drunk. She can't stop laughing at a silly joke you made a minute ago. Actually, for the first time since you've known her, you kind of feel close.

"Quick, Brittany's here. Hide!"

"Who the fffffuck is Brrritany?" She giggles as she starts to hiccup.

"Bob. Just hide!" RING!

"hehehehe. Kay, I'll just hide under the bed," She's wobbling from foot to foot as she stands up.

"Bitch, that's a couch! Go in the kitchen!" RING! "I'm fucking coming!"

You open the door when you're sure Angelina is hidden.

"Well if you already came I guess I can just leave...." Bob is at the door, all dressed up like you ordered.

It takes a second for your floaty brain to process what he said. SLAP! Right across the face. You drag his ass inside.

"What the fuck did you say? Does missy want another spanking?"

"No! I'm sorry. I won't speak unless spoken too."

"No, I thunk missy need another spanking!"

"Are you drunk?" SPANK!

You bend him over and pull down his panties as you keep spanking his sorry ass. You soon have him crying again as you show off before Angelina. She's hiding in the doorway, one hand down her jeans, getting off to your display of ****.

"Say your name!"

"Brittany! My name is Brittany!" SPANK!

"Your real name!"

"Brittany! I'll never forget!" SPANK!

"What does your mommy call you?"

"Bob! She calls me Bob! sob sob Please don't tell herrrr...." You've got him bawling his eyes out now. "Pleasssse, sob don't make her call me Brittany! I don't think I could live with myself!"

Angelina takes this as her cue to enter. "Bob? Is that really you?" The shock seems to have sobered her up.

He stops crying as his eyes fill with fear. Desperately he tries to get up, but you easily hold him down with one hand, the other caressing your junk.

"It's ok, you can tell me!"

He turns to you "But, but, you promised you wouldn't tell her!"

"I lied."

"Bobby, it's ok! I won't tell anyone!" The girl is as giddy as a thot who just discovered OnlyFans. She rubs her hand over his blonde hair as she sits down next to his face. "I promise!"

SPANK! "Thank her you ungrateful slut!"

"Thank you, Angelina...."

"Now, now, Bob, don't be so upset," She's really having fun now, "and please, call me mistress."

"Yes, mistress."

"And you may call him Brittany." You interject.

"Well, Brittany, there's something you can do for me," Angelina slowly takes off her pants, making sure Bob gets a great view of her ass. Then she does the same with her panties. "Do you know what you can do for me, Brittany?"

He nods, and then gets to work with his mouth, trying to please his new mistress. He obviously has no idea what he's doing, but she makes sure to give him very detailed instructions.

No need to hold him in place, you look around for a condom and yank it on, preparing to claim Bob's ass for a third time.

"Stop!" Angelina commands. You're not sure whether she's speaking to you or Bob, but the both of you stop what you're doing straight away - not daring to move a muscle until the sexy dominatrix allows you. "I have a feeling that this is the start of a very special relationship. Pour us another glass. A toast - a toast to you, my friend, for putting in all the effort to make this dream come true!"

You don't remember a single thing that happened after that. And from that day forth, you make sure that you're never the one pouring the drinks.