So, Dave and Lacey had consummated their attraction with a torrid evening of office sex. The bout had begun with Lacey providing Dave with a vigorous, sloppy, slobbering, gagging, coughing, sputtering blowjob. Dave then gave Lacey the fucking of her life, filling her pussy to maximum capacity and nearly splitting her in two by pulverizing her asshole with his long, thick cock.

Dave was the chief engineer, and Lacey was his new hire. They became regular lovers over the following weeks. The shift was significant for Lacey, as she had always been the dominant "top" in her relationship with her lesbian partner, Christina. With Dave, she found herself in the unfamiliar role of becoming Dave’s submissive "bottom". Initially, it was uncomfortable for her, but she grew to enjoy the feeling of surrender.

Christina, who was aware of Lacey's curiosity about men, accepted the change with surprising grace.

Meanwhile Dave fucked Lacey everywhere…in the office, in his car, in the park and, at Lacey’s request, in a restroom stall at the opening of “Swan Lake”. They even fucked like porn stars at Lacey’s apartment when Christina was at work at Cedars-Sinai where she was a radiologist. Poor Lacey lived in a daze. Her body began to crave the feeling of Dave’s dominance, his thick cock filling her completely. Between fuckings, Lacey found herself eagerly awaiting Dave’s commands. Being fucked was all she could think about, breaking her concentration in traffic and at work. She was in love.

That love resulted in Lacey discovering a delightful masochism within her that she hadn’t known existed, enjoying the way Dave’s firm grip on her hips left bruises. She would touch those bruises all day at work. And when she sat down she could feel Dave’s cock in her ass. She reveled in the way he talked dirty to her, calling her his "slut", his "whore", his "fuck-toy", and referring to her mouth as her “face pussy”. It was a stark contrast to the gentle love she shared with Christina, and it brought out a hunger in her that seemed insatiable.

And their relationship evolved into something more than just a vigorous physical affair. They went to baseball games, the opera, and the ballet. They shared meals, movies, and even a vacation in Martinique. They drank, ate delicious food, and laughed and conversed late into the evenings.

Dave also introduced Lacey to new experiences, showing her a side of life she had never known. He gave her books and ordered her to read them. He took her around town introducing her to writers, artists, and scholars. Their love was a heady mix of sex and intellectual stimulation, of power and surrender. One evening Lacey told Dave, “Oh, baby, I’m hooked on you, body and soul. I’m like a crack whore hooked on crack. You’re in my blood. You’re my everything.”

But as much as Lacey enjoyed her new role as a “bottom” with Dave, she couldn’t shake off the guilt she felt towards Christina. She felt she was betraying Christina’s love and trust, but the pull of Dave’s cock was too strong. She rationalized her betrayal by telling herself that this was just a phase, a curiosity that would eventually pass. But as the weeks wore on, she knew deep down that she was lying to herself.

She had an uneasy feeling that her love for Christina had become compromised by the lust she felt for Dave. “I’m so sorry, baby,” she pleaded with Christina. “I love you so much, but I can’t help myself. I’ll never stop loving you, but all I can think about is how he fucks me.” The two then tenderly embraced each other and wept.

And the more Lacey gave herself to Dave, the more she realized that she was losing herself. The dominant Lacey who was confident and in control of her life was being replaced by a vacant-minded, cock-stunned bitch who craved the very thing she had once scoffed at: submission to a man’s will. She decided that she needed to gain greater control of this and protect her love for for Christina.

Dave saw Lacey's discomfort growing, and realized that he needed to pay more attention to Lacey's wants and needs. He had come to love and need Lacey. Because of that he came to realize that didn't really want to have such an emotionally lop-sided relationship. He decided to dial it back a notch or two.

One evening, after a particularly rough evening of non-stop sex, Lacey lay in Dave’s arms, her ass still throbbing from his punishing thrusts. She whispered to him, "I don’t know how much more of this I can take."

Dave kissed her forehead, his hand caressing her bruised hip. "You’re stronger than you think, baby girl," he said, his voice gentle. "But if you need a break, just tell me."

Lacey’s eyes filled with tears. "It’s not that. It’s just... I don’t know who I am anymore."

He looked into her eyes, his own filled with concern. "You’re still the same Lacey, just a little more... open to new things. And I need to learn a few new things myself. I don't want to lose you, baby."

Then there was Christina. She was a delicate creature, 24 years old, standing at 5'7" and weighing a mere 105 pounds. Her waifish frame was the complete opposite of Lacey’s strong build, and Dave couldn’t help but picture the contrast when he was fucking Lacey. Christina had straight long long hair and big brown eyes that sparkled with innocence. She was the kind of woman who could bring a grown man to his knees with a single look, and she had certainly had that same effect on Lacey. Christina was sweetly submissive, even subservient, to her very core. The very thought of her made Dave's cock throb with need.

One evening, as Dave and Lacey lay entwined in the aftermath of another intense session, Dave spoke the words that had been on his mind for weeks. "Lacey, I want to fuck Christina. I want you to give her to me. I want to see her submit to your will on this."

Lacey’s body stiffened at the mention of her partner's name. She had been lost in her own pleasure, but now she was snapped back to reality. "What?" she asked, her voice small and scared.

"You know she’s beautiful, baby. I want to see her with us. To watch her, to touch her, to fuck her. And I know you do, too," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Lacey knew he was right. She had often fantasized about watching Dave fuck Christina, about seeing the look of pure pleasure on her younger lover’s face as she submitted to Dave's will. But there was one reality that was terrifying. "What if she says no?" she asked Dave, her voice trembling.

Dave grinned, his eyes gleaming. "Then she’s not the submissive little slut I thought she was," he teased, his fingers tracing circles on Lacey's bruised ass. "But I think she’ll want to. She will love obeying you."

Lacey’s heart raced at the thought. "What if she doesn’t? What if she hates it? What if it ruins everything?"

"Then we’ll stop," Dave said, his voice firm. "All three of us need this. I want it. And I know you want it. The next step is finding out for sure that she wants it. I want you to give her to me...like she's a sex-slave girl. Not a real slave, of course. Just kind of a role-playing kind of thing, ya know."

Lacey took a deep breath, her mind racing. The thought of Christina with Dave was intoxicating, and she knew that deep down it was a fantasy she had longed for. "Okay," she whispered finally. "But if she’s not into it, we have to stop."

Then Dave said, "She'll be into it if you order her to do it. She adores you. Period. Plain and simple. She is remarkable. She will go for this completely if you order her to. Tell her she is to be mine, body and soul, all three holes. I want to see her be my play-slave. Giving her to me will be your ultimate act of submission. I will value that. Acceding to your command will be her ultimate act of submission. No one will own any one. It will all be consensual, and it will all be hot!"

Lacey's pulse raced at the thought. She knew that Christina adored her, that she would do anything for her. And she was used to ordering Christina around. But this? This was a stretch, but Dave's tone had changed. He had started being more tender and a little less aggressive.

Finally, one evening she made up her mind. "Christina," she called softly, her voice filled with desire and apprehension. Christina looked up from her book, a puzzled expression crossing her face as she took in the sight of Lacey standing naked in the doorway, her skin still flushed from another of Dave's fuckings.

"What's wrong?" she asked, setting aside her book.

Lacey took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I need you to come with me," she ordered, her voice firm and commanding. "We're going to Dave's place."

Christina's eyes widened, a hint of excitement mingling with confusion. "Now?" she asked, setting her book aside.

"Yes, now," Lacey said, her voice leaving no room for argument. "And I want you to do everything I tell you. No questions, no hesitation. I’m giving you to Dave because I love both of you. I want you to give yourself to him and act as if you belong to him. It'll be hot for all three of us! I love you, Christina. You are my love gift to him. And he is my love gift to you. I so much want you to obey me on this."

Christina's eyes filled with tears as she realized the gravity of what Lacey was saying. "But Lacey," she sobbed, "you're my everything. I don’t want to belong to anyone else. I will be lost without you to guide me. I need you to keep me in line, baby. You always keep me in line."

Lacey's heart ached at the sight of Christina's distress, but she knew that she only had to be firm. She stepped closer, taking her lover's hand. "You will always be mine," she assured her gently. "Dave owns me now, body and soul. He wants this from me. You will love belonging to him. Your holes will tingle all day, every day, and you will love it. And you will know that you have complied with my wishes and that you have pleased me."

Christina took a deep breath, her eyes searching Lacey's for any sign of doubt. Finding none, she nodded slowly. "Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I trust you. I will always love you, Lacey."

Her heart racing, Christina accompanied Lacey to Dave's place, her mind swirling with fear and excitement. She had never been with a man before, never felt the weight of one on top of her, never felt the fullness of a cock inside her. None of her holes had ever been touched by a man. But she loved Lacey, and if this was what Lacey needed, then she would do it. For her, for them, and after tonight…for Dave.

As they arrived at Dave's house, the anticipation was almost unbearable. Christina's hand was held tightly in Lacey's as they approached the door, and Christina felt a shiver run down her spine as Dave opened it, his eyes rolling over her body hungrily.

"Welcome home, baby," he said to Lacey, his voice thick with lust. Then, turning to Christina, "And welcome, little one. Tonight, imagine that you belong to me."

Christina looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But she also felt a strange thrill at the idea of pleasing Lacey by submitting to Dave. And Dave was VERY good-looking. So there was that!

Lacey took Christina’s hand and led her into the living room, her own heart racing with the excitement of what was about to happen. She had never shared her partner before. "Dave can be a little selfish, but we all get that way at one time or another," she told Christina, her voice calm yet firm. "Give yourself to him. Give your tiny little ass to him. You won't regret it, trust me."

Christina nodded, and her voice was a mere whisper, "I understand. I do this freely because I want to please you, Lacey. I want to be your good girl. That’s all I want to be."

Dave’s eyes glinted with desire as he watched the two of them, his cock already hard at the thought of what was to come. He took Christina by the arm, pulling her gently but firmly towards his bedroom. "You will watch," he ordered Lacey, pointing to a chair in the corner.

Lacey obeyed, her heart hammering in her chest as she watched Dave lay Christina down on the bed, spreading her legs widely and lewdly. He was so much larger than Christina, so much more powerful, and Lacey felt a strange thrill at the sight of her delicate lover being claimed by this lust-filled tornado of a man.

Christina’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, Lacey saw some fear in them. But then she saw the love and the trust that Christina felt for her. Then Lacey took a deep breath and nodded, giving Christina the strength she needed.

Dave wasted no time. He ripped off Christina’s panties and pushed her legs back until her little pussy was fully exposed. He licked his lips as his eyes pored over her winking, untouched asshole, her pussy already glistening with anticipation. "Mine," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

He pushed into Christina’s tight pussy first, watching her face contort with pain then pleasure. He was gentle at first, easing himself in and out, letting her adjust to his size. But as the minutes ticked by, his thrusts grew deeper, harder. He claimed her in every way a man could claim a woman, making her scream his name as she came, crying out in her little voice.

Lacey’s pussy was soaking wet as she watched, her hand slipping down to play with her clit as she observed the rapture on Christina’s face. She had never seen her like this, never heard those sounds come from her mouth.

Finally, Dave pulled out, his cock slick with Christina’s juices. "Your ass is next," he said in a low voice. Christina nodded, her body trembling with anticipation.

Dave lubricated his cock with her pussy juice and pushed into her tight asshole. Christina pleaded for him to go slow, her body arching off the bed. Her face was buried in a pillow, and Dave heard her trying to scream out something about Jesus and angels. Christina's ass was so tiny, and that just enflamed Dave all the more.

Lacey watched as Dave’s cock disappeared inside Christina, inch by inch, until his cock was fully seated. Then he fucked her ass harder and faster.

Christina’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned incoherently. It was clear she had never felt anything like this before. Lacey watched and knew that she had made the right decision. This was what they all needed, a new level of desire and submission from both her and Christina.

Dave’s eyes flicked to Lacey’s as he continued to pound into Christina, and she could see the challenge in them. "Do you like watching?" he asked, his voice taunting.

Lacey nodded, her own hand moving faster. "Yes," she said, her voice a breathless whisper. "I love it."

"Good," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers as he fucked Christina’s ass. "Because now, you’re both mine. And I’m going to use you both as me and my cock see fit," Dave bragged. Lacey rolled her eyes. She had truly learned to love Dave, but he did get a little too full of himself sometimes.

Dave pulled out of Christina’s ass with a wet pop, leaving her whimpering on the bed. He strode over to Lacey, his cock still hard and still slick from fucking Christina. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her knees. "Now watch, Lacey," he ordered, pointing his cock at Christina’s mouth.

Christina looked up at him. Her eyes were glazed. She knew what was expected of her. She had always been a good girl for Lacey, and now she would be a good girl for Dave. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock clean.

Dave pushed his cock deeper into Christina’s mouth, making her gag. She struggled to breathe around his thickness, her eyes watering and her cheeks hollowing with each thrust. Lacey watched, her own hand still playing with her clit as she felt her arousal grow. This was it. This was what she had fantasized about for weeks.

Dave’s eyes never left Lacey’s as he fucked Christina’s face, watching her reaction to every choking sound and every tear that fell. He knew Lacey was getting off on it, and it only made him harder. He could feel Christina’s throat tightening around him, her body fighting to take his entire length.

And then, without warning, he pulled out of Christina’s mouth and turned to Lacey. "Take her," he growled, pushing her onto the bed. "Fuck her face. Help me make her cum while I fuck her."

Lacey didn’t hesitate. She faced the headboard and straddled Christina’s face, her own pussy smearing the face of her little partner. She leaned forward and began to fuck Christina’s mouth with her clit, her hips moving in rhythm with Dave’s thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Lacey slammed her ass down on Christina’s nose and face until her young lover’s eyes were watering as she desperately tried to breathe. But she didn’t protest. She knew this was what Lacey wanted, what they both needed. And she wanted to make her lover proud.

Dave reached across Christina, his hand finding Lacey’s ass as he pumped into Christina’s tight hole. He squeezed and slapped, the sound echoing through the room. "Cum for me, Lacey" he said. "Cum for me while your sweet baby doll takes the cock you love."

Lacey’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt the orgasm building inside her. She looked down at Christina. And then she did it. She came hard. Her entire body shook, as Christina moaned.

Dave’s own climax was close now. He pulled out of Christina and shot his load on both women, marking both of them as his. "Good girls," he said, panting. "Very good girls."

Dave collapsed onto the bed beside the women, his chest heaving. "Now," he said, his voice still thick with desire, "now, Christina, you know what it’s like to let go. You let go for Lacey, and you let go for me. I love you for that, baby doll."

Lacey's eyes met Christina's. The lovers had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. From this point on, Dave would be lighting up their lives, and they would be lighting up his.