Info - threesome (FMF), cunnalingus, unprotected sex, overstim, spitting, hitting, competition, Dom Timothée, degrading language, religion kink, cream pie
"Oh my girls," Timothée purred. We were in our positions, the positions he had us in often. He would often switch between us.
Sometimes he'd be fucking cum deep inside me while he feasted on Lila, and other times he would be filling her as he devoured me. We were his loyal followers. We did whatever he asked. He was our God practically.
Lila and I had met on set and been thick as thieves. We'd bonded over our adoration over the lead Timothée. However, as soon as Timothée had caught wind of our crushes he became a bit of a rascal. He would flirt with both of us, making the the other boil with rage. Eventually, we are at one another's neck. It had turned into a competition.
We'd both ended up sneaking into Timothée's dressing room. I was in blue and she in purple. Lace and bows and glitter decorated us. We both were doing our best to put our assets on display.
Timothée had come in with a smirk. He'd smiled at us and wrapped us each in one arm. He told us there was more than enough of him to go around.
That first night had been wild. He'd sent us away on weak legs with dribbles of cum wandering down our legs. We'd ended up making out just so we could taste his dick again. Now it was a common thing because of how badly we needed it. It was like a drug or alcohol or the taste of true religion.
"That's it," Timothée moaned as he slipped into my pussy. His mouth lowered onto Lila's cunt. He began our ritual. He worship us as we served him. He plunged his cock down inside me. His mouth was enough to make someone speak in tongues.
We were a sacrifice to him, our bodies taken to aid his lust and desires. I wanted him to own us on the floor of a temple or church. I wanted all those disciples to see the way you really served a deity.
"You're my dirty whores aren't you," he asked. He slapped Lila's pussy and gave me a harsh pump of his dick.
"Yes!" I wailed obediently.
"Always!" Lila responded.
"Make your concubine! Your servant!" I cried.
"No, make me your slave or your prostitute!" Lila pleaded.
"Ladies," Timothée had raised his head again. He hadn't stopped fucking me. I made a triumphant face at Lila. She looked like she could cry. He was harshly massaging her clit. Her head fell back as if it stole all her energy for anger.
"Be patient, there's enough time, enough lust, enough sex to keep you both satisfied," he smirked. He spat into Lila's cunt. He began to devour again. His hips moved like mad.
He was insatiable. Our God didn't stop. Even when rivulets of cum poured from us he still switched back and forth. Dick in heat, mouth on cunt. I didn't know what was mine, or Timothée's Or Lila's by the end. All I knew is that whatever mixture was seeping inside of me was divine. Whatever power had made my legs tremble like this was holy. And whatever Timothée Chalamet was, he had to be part god.
