© by The Dirty Gentleman
Look, it’s one of ours!  Reblogging to add credit back in. Thanks!

© by The Dirty Gentleman

Look, it’s one of ours!  Reblogging to add credit back in. Thanks!

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©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#756)
And threesome kissing photos are also nice. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#756)

And threesome kissing photos are also nice. 

Beautiful, Brilliant, And Wet

We sat on the couch after everyone else had gone to bed. His hand was on one thigh and mine was on the other while she turned back and forth between us. We had been flirting all night, hell we had been flirting all month, but this was the closest to alone the three of us had ever been.


“You are beautiful,” he whispered, pushing her hair behind an ear as he kissed her neck.


“And brilliant,” I added, my lips brushing her cheek.


“And wet,” she said, turning instantly in to kiss me. It was not tender, and it was not sweet, but it spoke volumes. “Also ready.”


We were something of a blur as we undid buttons, pulled off shirts, and removed everything that was in the way of skin. She kissed him and then me as we finally felt the warmth of each other’s bodies. When I touched his face, and he kissed me too, she let out a sigh which was instantly followed by the sound of her jeans hitting the floor. Our hands returned to her thighs, this time opening her legs as our fingers moved higher.


“Can I watch?” she asked, now naked and trembling.


“Watch what?” I asked, leaning her head back with one hand in her hair. “What do you want to see?”


“Him,” she moaned, her fingers moving between her legs. “I want to watch him suck your cock.”


He didn’t pause before moving to the floor, and a second later I was hard in her hand as he looked up at her. She slowly jerked me off as his face moved closer, and her breathing grew quicker with each stroke.


“Please,” she sighed again. “It’s so fucking hot.”


Without any more wait his lips opened around me and all three of us watched in awe as he took me into his mouth, sucking my cock until he had taken all of me. She leaned in closer, her mouth moving down my body, even as her own fingers kept working between her legs.


“I’ve never seen that before. Not this close. Not like this,” she moaned as I reached down and pulled him closer with one hand in his hair. He moaned around me, reaching up and grabbing my cock without letting me out of his mouth. I watched her, body shaking and eyes wide, and I watched him, lost in concentration, as he dragged me closer to the edge.


“Oh god,” I moaned, my head leaning back as I felt my whole body tighten. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”


And then she was next to him, her head practically resting on my stomach as he continued. I moaned his name and his fist was a blur. I clenched the blanket on the couch, closed my eyes, and finally let myself go, filling his mouth as he sucked me fiercely between his lips. He never stopped, his hand held me tightly as he swallowed my come, and it was only when he finally came up for air that she leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth. He kissed her back, pulling her in closer as I slowly grew soft.


“I need to be fucked,” she growled between kisses, and it was my turn to pull her up onto my lap and open her legs as he stood. I reached a hand between her thighs as he rolled a condom down over his cock, and seconds later she was kissing me once more as he slid inside her.


“Oh god,” she said, turning to kiss me as they fucked, and the look in her eyes was clear. She was lost. She was happy. And she needed more.


“Don’t worry,” I whispered, pushing two fingers between her lips. “We’re just getting started.”

 

-gny

Because I Miss You

The last time she called me while getting fucked, I was in a meeting at work.


For some reason I answered the phone. Maybe it was because I knew it was her, maybe because I expected it, or maybe I was simply worried. Either way, I stood up, walked into my office and closed the door behind me.


“What are you doing?” I said, unsure if I was annoyed or turned on. I hadn’t seen her in two weeks, and while I’m always happy to hear her fuck, it felt harder each day we were apart.


“I’m getting fucked up the ass in my plaid skirt as I jerk off my husband,” she said, her voice only slightly less stable than normal. I almost didn’t believe her, but Jane never lied. Not about this.


“And why are you talking to me instead of sucking his cock?” My annoyance turned into a strangely sincere amount of curiosity. Why was she calling me? It was unlike her in so many ways. Jane was present with everyone, and if she had two cocks anywhere near her body, it was unlikely she’d be thinking about anything at all.


“Because I miss you,” she whispered, a moan slipping into her voice as I heard the deep grunts of male voices behind her.


“You’re getting fucked up the ass and you miss me?” I asked. “Well you know what? I miss you too. And I’m in a meeting. Or I was until I stepped out to listen to you not sucking dick.”


And then she was no longer talking, and all I could hear was the sound of her lips smacking against something hard and thick. She grew louder and louder, and I closed my eyes and remembered what she looked like in just that position. Her ass in the air, her mouth open, and her body shaking as she struggled to pay attention to too many things.


When she started to come, I realized I had been gone for nearly ten minutes. I adjusted my cock through my suit pants and took a deep breath.


“That’s better,” I said into the phone as her sighs of release grew louder and louder.


I hung up before she said another word, and I stood there for just a moment wondering what the hell had just happened. It was only later, while still sitting through the meeting that wouldn’t end, that I realized it. Jane was always present. She was always exactly where she was. Nothing would distract her.


Almost nothing, that is.


“I love you,” I wrote, before putting my phone down onto the table and pretending to once again pay attention.

-gny

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Tell Me a Story

Kelly crawled between my legs and pulled a blanket over both of us.


“Tell me a story,” she said, her knees parting as she took my hand and placed it firmly on her pussy. “Maybe about Anya. About fucking her so hard she cried.”


The room had quieted down, but there were still people milling about the party. Everything about Anya came flooding back in a heartbeat, and I wasn’t sure where to begin. But when Kelly wanted a story, there was no use arguing.


“One time she convinced my best friend that I wanted him to fuck her. She told him it had been a fantasy of mine for a long time, and that I wanted to walk in on them. He went along with it in a heartbeat, because everyone went along with Anya. It was just something we all did without thinking. “


“Did he do it?” she asked, opening her legs wider as my fingers moved over her skin, teasing her as I whispered in her ear.


“When I got home they were on the bed,” I said with a nod. “She was on top of him, and I stood at the door wondering if she thought the game would end when I discovered them. He saw me first though, and he pulled her down by the hair and held her face to his neck. I walked up behind her, and I had my cock in my hand two seconds later.”


“Did you stick it in her ass?” Kelly asked, her legs tightening around my hand as her breathing grew faster. “Tell me you fucked her slutty little ass. Tell me you did terrible things to her.”


“He held her steady as I approached them, and he lifted her up just enough that I could slide inside her. She tried to look back, but he held her there, unable to turn, unable to see who it was. I fucked her faster and faster as he told her it was a friend. He told her it was an old friend of his who wanted to fuck her too, and no matter how hard she tried to look, he held her there against him, as both of us listened to her whimper.”


“Oh fuck,” Kelly said, my fingers pushing into her as she arched her back and bit her lip. “Did you come in her? Tell me you came in her.”


“Within minutes,” I said. “I dug my fingers into her ass, he pulled on her hair, and I filled her over and over again. She moaned and scratched, and she was completely torn between wanting to beg for more and needing to know who I as.”


“I’m coming,” Kelly whispered, turning her head and kissing me even as my fingers moved faster. Her whole body tightened up like a spring, until finally she released it all, drenching my hand, the floor, and the thin blanket above us. I covered her mouth with my hand and she screamed into it as she shook and moaned against my skin.


“By the time I left, they were fucking again, and she was sobbing and coming at the same time. I called her later to say I was running late, and I’d be home in an hour. He was gone by the time I arrived, and she attacked me with more lust than I had seen in weeks.”


“Thank you,” Kelly said, her body finally returning to normal. “I like when you tell me stories. Especially about Anya. I think I hate her. But sometimes, I’m so jealous I can’t stand it.”


My fingers were still inside her as I kissed her hair and held her there in my arms. It would be weeks before she asked me again, but I’d say yes as always. I’d hold her and whisper in her ear, telling her anything at all just to keep her there a moment longer.


-gny

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©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)
Long enough for it to move to this…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)

Long enough for it to move to this…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#737)
I’ve been thinking about threesomes a lot recently. Especially in suits. And especially with two people I can’t keep my hands off, with enough time to do everything we can imagine.
Luckily, it’s a long weekend.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#737)

I’ve been thinking about threesomes a lot recently. Especially in suits. And especially with two people I can’t keep my hands off, with enough time to do everything we can imagine.

Luckily, it’s a long weekend.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#728) 
I love watching their faces as we fuck. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#728) 

I love watching their faces as we fuck. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#727)
This might get interesting…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#727)

This might get interesting…

The Salt of Her Lips

The last time we fucked her, hard and fast on her own bed, I slipped out of myself and into her.


We had undressed frantically and our need was thick and uncontrollable. We had fingers inside her before anyone lost clothes, and she knelt between us as we pulled off our shirts and got us hard in her mouth. Our foreplay was done when I pulled her panties to one side and fucked her cunt. She collapsed onto the bed, my cock inside her as he took her by the hair and forced her mouth around him.


She was moaning and begging, urging us on with taunts and fingers, and not one of us was thinking at all. And as I watched her between us, getting fucked hard from both ends, my vision clouded and I left my body behind. For a moment I floated in space, and then suddenly I was her instead.


The cock in my mouth was thick and salty with taste that was as familiar as it was strange. There was sweat on my face and my hair was matted against my skin. Each time the cock in my cunt pushed into me, I tried to swallow more of what was in my mouth. All three heartbeats were pounding loudly as they fucked me, and all I knew was that I needed more. I needed it to be harder and stronger. I needed more hands, more come, and more everything. I yearned to be consumed and devoured, my body aching from use, and I gave in completely.


And then in a flash I was me and I was coming inside her, my cock pulsing and my fingers tightening around her ass. He was grunting, and she was moaning, and I watched as she swallowed his come and licked what was left off her lips and chin.


When we collapsed onto the bed, she looked at me strangely.


“What is it?” I asked.


“For a moment,” she said, “I was you and I was fucking me, and it was the best feeling in the world. When I came back to myself I was coming harder than I have in days.”


I kissed her, and the salt of her lips was familiar.

 

-GNY

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She Doesn’t Know Who You Are

“I’m not telling you who he is until he’s inside you.”


An hour earlier she had called me for a favor. She knows I have Tai Chi on Tuesdays, but still I got a message saying there was a naked girl with a blindfold on in her bed, and would I mind coming over and teasing her with the head of my cock? Tai Chi would be there next Tuesday I thought.


There was a part of me that knew it was a set up. But that part was convinced it wasn’t for me. Sara likes to play, and she likes to surprise, but not once as I biked across town did it occur to me that I was just as much a toy as her little tied up friend. But I parked, walked up her stairs, and she let me in without so much as an earring on.


“This way,” she said. I followed her down the hall to her bedroom where she put a finger to her mouth. “She doesn’t know who you are.”


She made me wait to follow her in, and it didn’t occur to me until I saw them, that I didn’t know who she was either. Sara had the girl on her back and was straddling her. All I could see was four legs, two cunts, and one ass calling to me with a profound urgency. I stripped down as quietly as I could and there were whispers behind me.


“Shhh,” Sara said. “He’ll be here soon enough.”


I stood behind them, my hard dick in my hand, and a Durex condom dutifully covering it. I had another one in my hand in case I was somehow going to be lucky enough to fuck them both. Sara wiggled her ass as I approached, and when I rubbed against her pussy lips she pushed back. I slid into her, still unable to see the girl lying beneath her. I occasionally got a flash of hair and a blindfold, but her face was covered by Sara’s body even as I started to fuck.


“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned. “He’s fucking me, Babygirl. He’s fucking my tight pussy and it feels so good.” There was a mumble, but I couldn’t make out the words.


“I already told you,” Sara continued. “If you want to know who he is, I’ll tell you. Once he’s in your pussy.”


Obviously, I almost came right then. I had to take a deep breath, stop moving completely, and think about work to keep it all from rushing out, but I was determined to wait.


“Tell me you want it,” she whispered again. “Tell me you want his cock. It doesn’t matter who it is. I know you. You’re a hungry little slut, and all that matters is you get fucked. Isn’t that right?”


There was moaning coming from all our lips and my eyes were glued to the pussy I wasn’t fucking. I was shocked at how badly I wanted her, even though I was balls deep in someone else. Funny how life is.


“Louder,” Sara said, her voice betraying her own want. “Beg for it. Beg like a good little girl.”


I pulled out of Sara in desperate hope, threw the condom onto the floor and rolled another one down onto my cock in a heartbeat. I opened the other girl’s legs wider and rubbed against her drenched cunt until I didn’t think I could bare it. It felt like ages for before Sara said the words.


“Fuck her,” she moaned. “Fuck my little slut.”


The second I slid into her, Sara rolled out of the way taking the blindfold with her. I closed my eyes as I fell on top of my new partner, and when I finally looked at her, my cock was buried so far inside her there was no going back.


“You,” she said, her eyes wide open.


“Oh, fuck,” I said, recognition slamming into me like an express bus.


And then we were kissing and fucking, and Sara was laughing on the bed as she watched us tear at each other with a reckless abandon earned from too many years of want.

-GNY

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©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#702)
Only on rare occasions do I require her to fuck our clients. And yet each time she undresses, each time she steps into my office in nothing but her heels, and each time they smile at her and nod at me, I wonder. 
Which of us enjoys it more?

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#702)

Only on rare occasions do I require her to fuck our clients. And yet each time she undresses, each time she steps into my office in nothing but her heels, and each time they smile at her and nod at me, I wonder. 

Which of us enjoys it more?

Kitty and Cat

When I awoke, the two of them were clearly in a silly mood. They were poking each other and pulling the covers back and forth pretending they were quiet enough to let me sleep. Both of them had lost what little they came to bed in, and when they giggled the most, they wrapped their arms around each other and stared at me.


“I’m awake,” I whispered, rolling over to watch.


Kitty was on top, with her head between Cat’s breasts, and four sets of fingers were entwined in tangles of hair.


“We want to play,” Kitty whispered. Still watching me, she moved one hand down the side the other girls’ body before making a show of putting two fingers inside her. Cat arched her back and opened her legs with a grin that made it impossible for me not to kiss her. I pulled her head to me as Kitty moved down her body, her lips lingering on collar bone, breast, and stomach, before opening her with her tongue.


I lay next to them for a long while, listening to the moans and sighs that escaped both their lips. I kissed Cat over and over again and let my hands linger on her soft skin, only occasionally rubbing her clit. When Kitty reached over and wrapped her fingers around me I kissed harder, and when she moved her mouth to me as well I starting talking about love.


“I want to watch you fuck Cat,” she finally said, letting my cock go with a slippery pop. I pulled her up and kissed her even as she pushed me towards her friend. Cat’s legs opened wide as I crawled between them and for the first time since I’d known her she looked shy. She bit her lip and covered her eyes with one hand, and I didn’t give either of us enough time to think.


Her pussy was indescribable. By the time I was fully inside her, she wrapped her legs around me and we kissed until we could no longer breathe. Next to us Kitty rubbed her own cunt as she stared at us, and when she let us taste her fingers the laughter returned.


“Does she feel good?” she whispered to me as I moved faster.


“I’m in love,” was all I could say before Cat kissed me again, clenched, and started to come in delicious waves of easy pleasure. I followed almost instantly, my hands on her face, as I pushed as deeply inside her as I could go. I tried not to look away, hoping the mental image would sear itself onto my mind’s eye and stay with me forever. I kissed her harder as my body shook and trembled, and I whispered the words over and over again in her ear.


By the time we were done all three of us were crying with smiles on our faces.

 

-GNY

When We’re Not Trying

I like her body when it’s with our bodies.


Sometimes, when we’re tired of thinking and tired of trying, we simply lie on the bed in a tangle of limbs and see what comes next. There’s no choreography and no goal setting to make us do any one thing, and it feels good to give up. Maybe there’s a hand here or lips there, but it doesn’t matter. No one is getting called names, and no one has an ounce of work to do.


Sometimes we suck, or fuck, but often we let ourselves be alone as we lie there together. We don’t speak and we don’t decide, but as each one of us drifts into their own world, we give room for what we need. He likes to sit up with both hands on his cock and she likes to move from her back to her stomach over and over again. I dig my toes into the sheets and raise my ass off the bed as my right hand moves faster and faster.


And on those days, when we’re not trying, when we’re not attempting to make something out of sex, we often come all at once. After all this time our rhythms connect and one person’s moans lead to another and then another. Her screams are by far the loudest, but our voices snuggle up against them and all three of us watch as our cocks swell and burst.


Sometimes when we’re tired of thinking and tired of trying, we simply lie on the bed in a tangle of limbs and see what comes next.

 

Guy New York

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©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#678)
Blood fills our bodies, pounding against our veins and engorging our flesh. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#678)

Blood fills our bodies, pounding against our veins and engorging our flesh.