Smut Only (+18)

Her Three Dominants

In a dimly lit room, an innocent girl named Luna sat nervously on a plush, velvet couch. A pair of high-heeled pumps, a gift from her admirers, sat on the floor beside her. Her long, curly hair hung in loose waves down her back, framing her porcelain skin and large, doe-like eyes.

Three men, each more handsome than the last, approached her with unconcealed desire. They had been obsessed with Luna for months, their infatuation growing with each passing day. Their names were Damien, Max, and Liam, each with a different set of skills and proclivities that would soon be brought to bear.

"Luna," Damien began, his deep, velvety voice sending a shiver down her spine. "We want to help you explore the world of pleasure and desire that awaits you."

Luna's cheeks flushed a soft pink. Though she'd dreamed of the first time with these men, she was still unsure and afraid. "I... I'm not sure I'm ready," she whispered.

Max, a man with a wickedly handsome smile, knelt down before her. "Trust us, Luna. We promise to take care of you, to guide you through this journey with the utmost gentleness and patience," he said, his warm hand cupping her small, delicate one.

Luna took a deep breath, her fear beginning to recede under the weight of their affection. She nodded her consent, her heart racing in anticipation. Damien, Max, and Liam exchanged satisfied smiles. Max, still on his knees before Luna, tenderly brushed a loose curl behind her ear, his finger tracing the curve of her neck. "Now that we have your permission, let's start by making you feel as comfortable as possible," he continued.

Liam, the quiet one of the group, approached with a plush pillow, which he placed behind her back. As Luna reclined against it, Max leaned in to kiss her, tenderly and softly, a feather-light touch of his lips on hers, an introduction to the dizzying heights of passion they would soon reach.

Damien, unable to contain his desire any longer, reached for the bow of her dress. "May I?" he asked, his dark eyes burning with need. Luna nodded, and he slowly undid the bow, the material of her dress sliding down, revealing her lace bra and the swell of her breasts.

Her heart pounded, her breath caught in her throat. She could feel the heat of their lust as it enveloped her, as if they were breathing in sync, feeding off of each other's desires. Luna knew in that moment that she had made the right choice, and the path that lay before her was one paved with unimaginable pleasure. 

As Damien continued to undress her, Liam moved closer, his strong hands massaging Luna's exposed shoulders, easing any remaining tension. Max, never taking his eyes off her, reached for the straps of her lace bra, gently loosening them and slowly sliding the garment down, exposing her full, perky breasts to the eager gaze of her three admirers.

The room was filled with the sounds of their quickening breaths, the soft rustling of fabric, and Luna's heart thumping in her chest. Each man's hunger for her grew, as did her own desire for the experiences they promised to bestow upon her.

Damien, unable to wait any longer, leaned in to take her rosy nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before gently sucking it between his lips. Luna let out a soft, needy moan, her head falling back against the pillow, as she surrendered to the euphoric sensations that began to envelop her.

Max, seeing the blissful expression on Luna's face, unbuckled her skirt, sliding it down her thighs, revealing her sheer black stockings and the lace-edged garter that held them in place. His experienced fingers found their way to the edge of her panties, teasingly brushing against the damp, fleshy mound hidden beneath.

Liam, meanwhile, had moved to Luna's other side, kneading and caressing her other breast, eliciting more moans from her lips. He leaned in, "Let's see if you taste as sweet as you look," he whispered before gently flicking her nipple with his fingertips. Luna's back arched, a wanton gasp escaping her lips as she felt the simultaneous assault on her senses, each man's touch, their whispers, and the anticipation of what was to come.