Whore Me Out
The other day while I was on my back with my legs in the air with Sir fucking my ass, I had some thoughts going through my mind, which sometimes happens while I am in certain stages of anal sex. At many stages of sex my thinking is narrowly focused on how I am feeling, the visual aesthetics of the scene I am in, pleasing my partner(s), etc, but sometimes there are certain stages of the mind/body/sex experience where my mind goes off into more circumspect realms and I think about things that I normally wouldn't or couldn't when I'm in the throes of ecstasy. It was just me and Sir, two guys enjoying anal sex. Sir was pounding my ass and saying things to me about how he wants to get another guy with us to fuck me as well. The thought of this was turning me on, not just the idea of bottoming for another guy and enjoying an abundance of sex but the turn-on was the BDSM aspect of having my Master "give" me to another guy to serve as his fucktoy. It lit off a flame of