101 Ways to Get Stuffed

Number 5, Rules of Three

Dear Diary,

I turned up at Eric's house and he still hadn't replied to my messages. I knew he was home. Like, his car was outside and he told me he was going to be, mostly with the idea that if my rendezvous went south I could call him. Pretty sweet right? But anyway. I'm boiling in this stupid fur coat, I can smell my arousal because there is so much of my own juices soaking my panties. I swear if I'd hit one more bump in the road on the way over I would have c*m. Shame my car wasn't stick because like whoa Diary, my lady jane is hungry.

So I'm sitting outside wondering what I should do when Eric is suddenly at my car window looking lush.

I am telling you now Diary, things went soooooo much better than the car s*x I had in mind.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting you, I've er, kinda got company." Eric said uncomfortably as my car window slid down. One arm against the car roof he leaned in. "Oh, wow. That's um…"

I went bright red. Like a s*x on the Beach or a Strawbery Daiquiri. Eric could smell me… oh gawd, gawd no…

"Sorry." I squirmed. "I should've waited for a reply." Eric's smile turned from apologetic to playful as he reached into the car and stroked my coat before tugging the collar a little and looking at my underwear only ensemble.

"Give me a minute." He stalked back to the house without waiting for me to reply. I clenched my legs together and waited, it seemed like forever until he returned. Eric opened my car door and offered me his hand. “Come on, you got your list?”

“Oh, yeah sure.” I popped the glove box and grabbed it before taking the proffered hand and stepping out of the car.

“You drove in those?” Eric gave my heels and the attached legs a once over. “That is not safe.” His words were disapproving but his tone was all sorts of yes please.

“Hey, I’m a good driver!” I squeezed his hand.

“That might be so but, you have an accident wearing those and it might invalidate your insurance.” I shrugged at Eric’s comment but took it on board. Next time I would change my shoes.

Inside there were two mugs on the side, evidence of this mysterious ‘company’ and there was a jacket over one of the chairs. A mens jacket.

“Gimme the list.” Eric gave me a dirty smile while swiping a pen from a little ceramic pot on the side. My naughty list in hand Eric added an entry. “This is what we are doing today, my guest already agreed… that is if you want in?” # Number 95, directing.

“Hey, if it gets my taco seasoned… I’m in.” My heart was pounding and I was drooling, where both sets of lips were concerned. Directing… what was that about? Were we filming?

“Taco?” He tried not to laugh.

“Yeh,” I shrugged, “Whaat?”

“Not heard that one before!”

“I don’t believe you.” I giggled.

“What’s your fave?” His eyes flicked south and I swallowed hard. Wide eyed, I shrugged.

“Dunno, not like I’ve thought about it… Suppose it depends on my mood. Feeling the foody ones right now, yu-know, cos it’s like starved down there. Banana basket is a good one.” I tugged at the fur of my coat.

“Wow, ok, ‘banana basket’. Let’s get you fed then, this way.” Eric winked and heat pulsed in my banana basket. I groaned inwardly.

“Eric?” I called awkwardly.

“Yeh?” He glanced back over his shoulder.

“My appointment at the clinic isn’t ‘til tomorrow… so err…” I fidgeted.

“Keep the peel on. Got it!” Eric grinned. “Don’t worry, Nell, we’ll play hard but safe, K?”

“Cool.” Thank God. My meat hole was desperate for some sausage.

Eric led me through his house, past the white door that I knew was his bedroom (which had an ensuite) and past the black door that was his bathroom, to a red door. Inside, the room was in shades of red and black. A huge bed that was definitely a super king plus dominated the centre. There was a wardrobe and a few sets of drawers along one wall. Another wall had a set of restraints hanging from it. There were no windows. Room was a proper s*x dungeon!

A few feet away from the bed there was a chair with wrist and ankle restraints. Eric’s company was casually leaning on the back of it.

“Dean…” I whispered. Maybe I should pinch myself. This couldn’t be real.

“Israel, this is Nell, Nell meet Israel.” Eric introduced us.

“Nice to meet you Nell, Eric says you enjoyed our work… a lot…” He smiled, devouring me with his eyes. He didn’t move from his casual stance.

“Nice to meet you too, Israel.” He was fully clothed but still super sexy in his casual tee and chinos.

“Are we ready to play?” Israel purred, licking his lips as he eyed my feet. The way he looked at them, it was sooo… animalistic. Almost feral.

“Definitely.” Eric stroked my cheek. “Traffic lights today, Nelly, don’t forget. Israel, safety on when we play with Nell, she’s not on birth control.”

“Come on, baby. Let’s see what's under that coat…” Israel ran his fingers over the chair seductively.

“Um, I don’t like being called baby.” I cringed a little at the awkwardness. I was desperate for a stuffing but arguing semantics.

“That’s cool, what do you like?” He moved from the chair and prowled towards me. My knees were suddenly so weak. “Sweets? Darlin’? b***h?” He growled an inch from my face.

“Whatever, as long as it’s not baby.” I breathed. “You can call me a filthy clunge bucket for your industrial plunger if you want. Just not baby.”

“Well, shit.” Israel laughed. “Alright. Coat off and in the chair Ms. Director.”

“Oh, f**k yes.” Israel bit his lip when I shrugged off the coat. “A goddess in green, and you already smell so ripe…” He took a deep breath, nostrils flaring. I tried not to be embarrassed, like I mean he was clearly digging it but… you know it’s not exactly a complementarity thing usually.

“Take it easy on our Nell,” Eric clapped his friend on the back, “she’s a beginner, level one.”

“Don’t worry little noob. We will level you up today.” The men each took an arm and guided me into the chair.

Israel locked my ankles into the soft restraints, his fingers tickled my feet. Hum… somebody had a little fetish.

Eric put my wrists on restraints, his breath hot on my skin.

"These are the rules. Forty five minutes on the clock, you get to tell me and Israel what to do. When the time is up, Israel and I, well we get to play with you…" Oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t. Oh f**k. It was suddenly much, much wetter in my nethers. I'd heard it referred to as a juice box well, boy was it juicy.

"Alexa, volume to 4, Alexa, 45 min timer, Alexa, play Bad Boy playlist." Israel winked as the music started, a little hip-hop number that I didn't recognise.

"So, Nell, what are we doing?" Eric moved to stand next to Israel and they both looked at me expectantly. My heart was hammering, I swallowed the spit that had gathered in my mouth. Where to begin?

"Eric, put your hands on Israel's hips. Israel put your hands in Eric's back pockets." I smiled, pleased with the cute pose. Israel gave Eric a quizzical look. I mean I was starting off a bit tame but as Eric said, I'm only level one. "Kiss down the side of Eric's face and his neck. Nibble and lick his ear."

Israel did as he was told, making Eric gasp softly.

"Tell Eric you can't wait to f**k him, tell him how hot and hard you are." Excitement had me practically quivering. My eyes were wide as I drank them in. Israel locked eyes with me as he whispered the dirty things I'd demanded he say into Eric's ear. Both of their crotches were bulging. "Squeeze Eric's ass and pull his crotch against yours. Eric run your hands under Israel's tee, pinch his n****e, nip his neck and then kiss his mouth." Oh gauwd, how was I going to go 45 min of this and not explode. "Make out, serious face sucking with tongue and heavy petting over clothes." Eric's chest rose with a little chuckle but they cracked on, locking lips, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths.

Their moans were low, their hands everywhere. Israel was quite rough, grabbing fistfuls of Eric’s clothes and hair. Rough was great and all but it wasn’t quite my mood and I dunno, it just looked a bit too hard.

“Israel, ease up a bit, start unbuttoning his shirt.” The kissing became more tender, Israel’s fingers found each button with agonising slowness. I had moved forward in the chair, straining to watch. “Eric, dip - dip your hands into his pants.” I breathed hard, as if I’d just asked him to do that. Holy f**k. “T-touch his dick.” I was foaming at the mouth.

“Sit back, you filthy cunt, or you're going to fall on your face.” Israel warned, a dark look on his face. I moved back a little, trying to rub my aching ‘filthy cunt’ against the seat of the chair. Israel moaned, Eric’s hands were moving inside his pants, rubbing what I knew was a fine specimen of the male reproductive organ.

“Take off Eric’s shirt, lick his chest.” Israel did as he was told and Eric removed his hands from that special place so the shirt could come all the way off. “Good boy, now take off your tee.” My toes were curling in my shoes. Oh, man, they were both so hot. Hot, hot, hot.

Israel tossed his tee right at me, it hit me in the face and I got a whiff of his cologne.

“Mmm, you smell gooood.” I purred. “Strip, everything off.” I couldn’t wait any longer. They were both very naked. Long, thick, porn worthy c***s swinging free. Oh, and the balls, the delicious balls.

“What now, Nell?” Eric asked when I was staring and saying nothing.

“Anything?” I swallowed, feeling unsure and panicked all of a sudden.

“You just tell us what you want, if one of us have an issue we will traffic light it.” Eric reassured.

“You out of ideas, noob girl? Or are you just too embarrassed by how f*****g filthy you are.” Israel mocked, his lips turned up in a teasing smile. I wished my hands were free. So I could take care of my burning p***y or at the very least chew my fingernails to help with the anxiety. f**k. My foot tapped a speedy rhythm against the floor.

“Israel, lie on the bed, on your back with your head hanging over the side.” He did as he was told, without any back chat.

“Like this?” Israel asked, the cocky look on his face still apparent even though it was now upside down.

“Eric, stand over his face… facing me, I - I, w-want,” Oh gauuuwed, there was a pulse between my legs and I swear I was sitting in a puddle of my own juices, “I want you to teabag him. I want to watch Israel suck on your balls while you tease your own cock.” I was red, I knew I was. Flushed from embarrassment and my racing.

“You cheeky bitch.” Israel chuckled, tongue reaching to lick Eric’s sack. I moaned and squirmed in my chair as they enacted my fantasy. My underwear was jammed up my ass crack.

“Yes, f**k yes, thats hot. Suck em, put both of them in your mouth.” Eric ran his hand slowly up and down his own rod, a blissful look on his face. “Mmmmmm, gawd, sexy.” I wiggled.

I was so lost in the carnal display before me I almost forgot to give more instruction.

“Stop, Eric, turn around and f**k Israel’s mouth, a little to the side so I can see.” Jeez I was gonna c*m as soon as one of them touched me. How long was left on that bloody timer? “That’s, take it all, take it deep gay-boy.” Israel almost choked on d**k and Eric’s head shot round with a scowl. I shrank in the seat. Crap.

“Nell! That’s, no. No.” Eric told me sternly. Israel however waved it off and emptied his mouth to speak.

“Are you actually offended or are you offended for me, cos I’m cool.” Israel rubbed a hand soothingly up Eric’s abs.

“I suppose I’m not really but it is really offensive and inappropriate.” Eric explained.

“Alexa, pause timer.” The music dipped as Alexa replied and Israel moved around onto his knees on the bed so his eyes were level with Eric’s. “Red or green, I’m not upset and I plan on calling Ms. Director a lot, lot worse. Look at her eye’s, the dilation, she’s gaggin’ for it, off her face on hormones. This is a private, safe space.” He shrugged. I kept quiet. Eric blew out a big breath making his cheeks puff up.

“Red.” Eric decided. “No homophobic slurs, alright Nell?” I nodded, feeling like a f**k up. I hadn't meant anything by it, I'd just been enjoying the moment. Israel got up off the bed and stood in front of me. He cupped my face with one hand and leant in to whisper in my ear.

“Don’t stress it, you seem like a sweet thing, Eric is just a bit touchy - personal reasons, ya know?” My breath hitched as Israel ran his fingers down my neck and chest. “Mmmm, relax, I’ll punish you when the timer goes off.” I shivered and Israel kissed me on the mouth, making fire explode between my legs. I whimpered when he moved away.

“Sorry.” I told them both.

“I’m sorry too, should have used the safe words and not talked down to you.” Eric scratched his head. “Let’s keep going, yeh?”

“Dude, I’m ready!” Israel laughed already back in position.

“What’s the word, Nell?” Eric smiled at me, relaxed and encouraging.

“Green?” I was tentative and still a little embarrassed. Hopefully I could relax again and not over think it. They both nodded and Eric’s c**k went back in Israel’s waiting mouth. “Alexa, resume timer.”

To be honest, I struggled a little after that. If Eric and Israel noticed they didn’t say. They just followed my instructions. It was a lot of foreplay and not much of anything else.

“Alexa, stop.” Israel yelled over the alarm before coming over to me. “Lose your confidence, huh?” He whispered in my ear. Eric walked behind me and came back with a bedside table which he put… next to the bed, surprise, surprise.

“Yeh.” There was an edge of tears there somewhere.

“You were doin’ really good.” Israel stroked my face. “Stop beating yourself up for it, alright princess? I’m gonna take charge now and I’m gonna f**k you right up, won’t even remember your own name by the end.” He promised. “Alexa, play Bad Girl play list.”

Get the Party Started by Pink began.

“Get over here Eric.” Israel growled playfully. They were both still entirely naked. Israel pulled Eric in for a rough kiss, just like before when I’d told him to be gentler. Eric leant into it, moving against Israel’s body. Slowly, still tangled in a passionate kiss they came down onto their knees. Israel’s hand went to my foot, squeezing it before rough fingers clawed their way up my leg. He glanced my way, lips still locked with Eric.

Israel nudged Eric and they both looked my way.

“Relax Nell.” Eric tried to soothe me. I just wasn’t sure I was in the mood anymore. What did I say about hormones? Yeah so I’d gone from being super high on them, more emotionally susceptible and the high had turned into a low. My lip trembled. “Hey, hey.” He said softly and started kissing up my leg. Soft kisses, tender and melting against my skin. “I’m sorry, Nelly.” He kissed my belly, my collar bone, my neck, my cheek. “Israel was right, this kinda play doesn’t work if it’s not a safe space. I over reacted. A ‘red - I don’t like’ that would have been sufficient, like when you said you didn’t like being called baby.”

“Eric - it’s not the same.” I shook my head. “Preference and not wanting to be called hateful derogatory things…”

“Ummm, can I disagree a little?” Eric kissed the tip of my nose. “You were upset enough by it to say something when you were off your face drunk and almost too horny for words, so on this occasion, for you… and only you, you beautiful woman, it’s the same. You are right and I was wrong.” He ran a finger across my bottom lip ever so lightly. “I have been a very naughty,” His lips came right up to my ear, “gay-boy, I upset you and took advantage of you when you were drunk. Feeling pretty guilty about that.”

“Even?” I whispered.

“No, I spoiled number 95, why don’t we just have s*x? Write this off as a trial run and do it again some other time? I’ll make it perfect.” Eric’s eyes, in their addictive shade of brown, peered into my own. Israel smiled, watching our interaction.

“I think 95 deserves another shot.” I looked at Israel again. “My sausage tunnel is still pretty hungry, maybe we do 15 for now? A threesome?” I said loud enough for Israel to hear.

“I’m game, show this noob a good time.” Israel grinned, looking devilishly handsome. “Can we cover a few more bases before we get going cos I want to get my rhythm on?”

“Like what?” I looked between the both of them.

“Well ‘baby’ is a hard no, anything else?” Israel enquired.

“Oral and vaginal are safe zones, let’s just stick with that and if Nell wants something in game… she can ask.” Eric began nuzzling my neck.

“Cool, you just relax, spread your legs and we’ll take care of the rest.” Israel winked and stalked towards us. Eric kissed and nipped my neck while Israel captured my lips. Mmmm, quickly, I was becoming lost in the moment. I went to grab a piece of flesh but my hands were still pinned to the chair. Moaning complaint into Israel’s mouth and pushing up into Eric’s bite, heat was flowing through me once again.

“Mmmm, roof air.” I mumbled onto Israel's tongue.

“What?” Israel chuckled.

“Rougher.” I panted. “Ahh.” Eric pinched my nippled and I rolled my hips. Israel gave me a sly look before grabbing Eric by the back of the head. He yanked it back and smashed his mouth against Eric’s. Gawd, it was so hot. Israel let go only to grab my hair. His fingers dug right down to my scalp making me gasp. He snapped my head back forcefully, lust boiling in his hazel eyes.

Eric fished my breasts out of my bra and was sucking on my boobs, fingers tracing hot circles on my inner thigh. Israel pulled me firmly towards his c**k.

“Suck it, you worthless c*m hole.” Israel winked at me. Eager, opening wider, I moved in. His dirty talk was making everything twitch and pulse. I didn’t just like it, I loved it. I also loved looking at his big set of smooth balls.

Dick went in and Eric went down. A salty tang coated my tongue. Moaning, I pushed forward, taking it deeper.

“Oh, yesss.” Israel growled, a low, almost violent noise. “Make her moan, Eric.” My knickers were pulled to one side, the material somehow got deeper in my ass crack.

Holy crap, Eric’s fingers slipped straight to the right spot and making me clench - vag and throat. Israel began thrusting, his balls slapping into my face as I whined and moaned and pushed down onto the fingers inside me.

“Ahh, oh, yeah. Nell, you suck like a pro.” He pulled his fingers from my hair. I sucked hard on his man pop, stopping him from moving back. “Stop.” Israel moaned. “Nell… this session is gonna be really f*****g short if you don’t give me my d**k back.” He warned. Eric chuckled before blowing a raspberry right on my clit. Israel’s d**k escaped my gob with a pop.

“Holy s**t, that was like, f**k, wow.” I couldn’t help but ramble.

“Your noob is showing.” Israel mocked, while undoing a wrist restraint. “Let’s get her on the bed, I’m done playing, I need to fuck.” Eric complied with Israel’s wishes, undoing both my ankle restraints. “You wanna be a slice of bread, making an Eric sandwich, or you want to be the filling? Double penetration gonna put some Exp. up in that hot dog bun.”

“Don’t you want to be the filling?” I could barely look at Israel, there was something so dominating about him; made me want to get on my knees.

“I know I called you a princess earlier but I ain’t wearing no glass slipper for ya if I can help it, hun. Just teasing ya, you’re not ready to be the filling.” My coochie pop got all slick at the crude way he phrased his desires not to put on a condom. Eric started undoing one of my stilettos. “Leave ‘em on, those shoes are f*****g hot.” With a shrug Eric grabbed me, tossing me onto his shoulder, taking the couple of steps to the bed and dropping me onto it. I giggled, bouncing around.

“Get your love glove on Casanova.” Israel gave Eric’s ass a hard slap that echoed and made Eric hiss. His junk bounced as he jerked in surprise. The pair of them raided the bedside draws; Eric to grab a condom and Israel to grab lube.

I waited, mouth dry with anticipation, and tried not to touch myself. Just a little more patience…

Eric fiddled with the wrapper.

“Here.” Israel snatched it, ripped it open with his teeth (which made me cringe cos you can very easily put a hole in the condom without realising), dropped to his knees and, eye’s locked with mine, slid the rubber over Eric’s c**k with his mouth.

Fuck, so hot.

Israel stood at the side of the bed watching with hungry eyes as Eric grabbed my knees to push my legs further apart.

“I like watching it go in.” He answered my unasked question in a husky, distracted voice.

“You and Nell have that incommon.” Eric added, amused. “Ready?”

“Un-huh.” Israel and I made the same sound.

“Oooo, Gawd.” The words escaped as Eric filled me up. Pre-c*m dripped from the end of Israel’s ramming rod. I reached out, catching a drip on my finger. Israel’s eyes became wider and his arousal skyrocketed as I slowly pressed my wet finger to my tongue.

“Someone’s a thirsty little bitch.” Israel mused. He grabbed my face. “Are you a c*m guzzler Nell?”

“Uh.” I replied with my squished face.

“Ummm, I bet you are.” He let go and climbed into the bed behind Eric. Jeez this was really happening. I was pretty jealous of Eric right now. How long was I going to have to wait to be the filling? Israel reached under Eric and, much to my shock, pushed a finger inside me; right alongside Eric’s c**k. I squirmed. “Little sample of how it’s gonna be when we start stretching out your hole.”

His words made my brain feel wild. Abandoned to the lust and raging need inside me, my hips moved pushing up and pressing back in the bed. I was desperate for relief. Eric moved with me a little before stopping.

“Nelly, Nell, look at me.” Eric panted. His warm brown eyes were dilated, lips slightly parted and Israel loomed behind him. “Ahhh, oah.” He moaned. Israel was fingering his asshole.

“Good boy Eric,” Israel growled, “you ready for my fuckpole?”

“Please…” He purred. Eric was inside me and he was about to get a huge d**k inside him. I was having a mini orgasm at just the thought. Eric’s mouth opened wider and his jaw trembled as Israel began sliding inside of him. “Ooof.” Eric gasped as Israel suddenly slammed forward giving him most of his length in one go.

“Kiss her.” Israel demanded. Eric’s lips were slightly cold from panting, his kisses were a little sloppy and distracted as Israel rode him hard from behind. I wasn’t doing much better. My brian was hardly registering anything outside of the grunts, moans and hard d**k shifting inside me everytime Israel slammed into Eric.

“Ooh, oh, oh, oh. Fuuuuuuck.” Everything convulsed and shook as I came hard.

“That’s one.” Israel ground out as he kept thrusting. “You’re at the bottom of the pile b***h, rule is you gotta c*m three times.”

“Mmm, Nell, so f*****g tight.” Eric moaned. Israel grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs. The change in angle for my pelvis had me howling in ecstasy almost immediately.

“Pound her, Eric. Make her p***y explode.” Israel rasped, slowing his rhythm and shifting his weight a bit so Eric could move, and, boy, did Eric move. “Do it. Do it Eric. Make her c*m, make her squeeze your d**k. I wanna see her eye’s roll back, and drool on those meat flaps.”

He wanted w-whaaatt?

“Bastard!” I screamed as my mary-ellen chomped on Eric’s huge meat stick. Aftershocks rocked me and adrenaline was thundering through my veins. f**k my heart, that was going like the clappers; so fast it was a rolling hum. Israel shuddered and leant into Eric’s back. They wanted me to have a third one of these? I was pretty sure my brain was already looking like something that would go in a canopic jar.

Having found his release Israel pulled out. Eric moved softly, easing the tense muscles inside me, persuading them to relax. I was exhausted and everything was so sensitive and hot between my legs.

Israel’s hand slipped under again but instead of probing my tender nectar squirter he prodded my back door. My ass cheeks had never clenched so fast.

“Whoa there.” My alarm was evident.

“Red or green, Nell?” Israel asked, he almost sounded dangerous.

“It’s not…” I started.

“Red… or green…” He reiterated, wiggling his fingers. Eric looked at my embarrassed face.

“Nelly, Israel knows what he, er, might be risking.” Eric held back a laugh. “You just gotta decide if you want it or not.” Gazing into Eric’s eyes I made my decision.

“Green.” I gulped. “Hoooly fuck.” Israel’s thumb pushed into my mud button. I knew it was his thumb because of the way the rest of his hand slid under me.

“You ok?” Eric moved my sweat drenched hair off my face.

“Yeh, one more right? You better c*m with me this time.”

“Make me.” He winked, starting to plough my worn out lady bits.

“Eric, Eric,” I clamoured as it built so high, "deeper, harder.” I shouted, suddenly greedy for that third orgasm. “I’m gonna, please, oh, please, agh.” I came feeling extra wet between my legs and with a thumb pumping my starfish.

“Yes.” Eric whispered, shuddering as he came inside me.

What did I say Diary? Huh? Bloody amaze balls. They made me go pee (ward off UTIs) and then I watched Israel suck Eric off - apparently if you’re in the middle you have to c*m twice. I have never heard these crazy rules before. Then we all snuggled in the bed and I fell asleep thinking about being the middle next time… Double penetration was totally going on my list. ‘till next time Diary xx