My roommate is my best friend, and I know I’m lucky to be able to say that. We travel together and share everything — yes, everything.

When Lisa and I realized we both wanted to fuck the cute, single guy who lives across the hall, it seemed like a no brainer to invite him over for drinks. Before long, Brandon had become our favorite plaything.

One evening, Brandon arrived at our door at the same time I did as I returned home from work. When we entered the apartment, Lisa was waiting in the vestibule.

After the door clicked shut behind us, Lisa dropped her robe. A black latex underbust corset cinched her waist and sculpted her curves into the ultimate hourglass. Her tits sat just above the garment, fully on display for our enjoyment.

Thin black bands wrapped around her hips, supporting a dildo that I already knew intimately.

Butterflies fluttered in my belly. Brandon had been getting to know Mistress Lisa for months. When he expressed interest in getting pegged, she let him know she’d be more than happy to oblige.

“Well, hello,” Lisa drawled. She stepped to the side and swept her arm toward the living room, beckoning our guest inside. “Mary, help Brandon out of his clothes.”

Lisa knows I loved undressing the men we bring home. It’s like unwrapping a gift. Will they be muscular and dusted with coils of soft, springy hair or lean and bare? It always excited me to find out.

Of course, Brandon wasn’t a mystery anymore. I already knew his shoulders were strong and broad, perfect for supporting a lady’s legs while he makes a meal out of her pussy.

Undressing Brandon wasn’t a surprise, but it certainly was a pleasure. Having Lisa’s permission meant I was free to take my time.

I started with his worn, plaid button-down and slowly but steadily worked my way farther south. Tugging his boxers down provided the perfect excuse to skim my hand over his balls. I loved how the coarse, curly hairs that covered his sac tickled the pads of my fingers.

Then Lisa cleared her throat — loudly — dragging me back down to Earth.

I immediately fell back in line and finished stripping Brandon. When he was totally naked, Lisa spoke again: “Here’s how it’s going to work, lover boy. First, I’ll fuck Mary, then I’ll slide my pussy-drenched cock inside your asshole.”

She closed the distance between us and traced a pointed crimson nail along the side of his chiseled cheek.

“Sound good, my pet?”

Brandon shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his rapidly stiffening erection obvious.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.

A satisfied smirk lifted the corners of Lisa’s crimson lips.

“Very good,” she purred.

Her eyes stayed firmly fixed on Brandon as she said, “Mary, darling. Be a doll and strip, while Brandon gets on his knees and sucks my dick.”

Brandon looked stunned as his eyes fixated on Lisa’s sizable dong. A big believer in the saying “go big or go home,” Lisa had invested in the longest, thickest cock my pussy could take. She loved pounding me with her pretty purple cock. Soon, Brandon would experience the rapture of it stretching his cute little asshole.

First, he would take it in his mouth, though.

Brandon dutifully fell to his knees, and Lisa’s hips hitched, propelling her cock toward his face. She hovered a hair’s breadth from his mouth, allowing him to finish licking his parted lips before she dove between them.

“That’s a good boy,” she murmured. “Get my dick wet for Mary.”

She rested her hand on top of his head and raked her fingers through his hair as she cooed, “I love a man who gives good head.”

With her free hand, she took hold of one of his wrists, directing his fingers to her pussy, which was left exposed by the harness.

“Come on, Brandon. Momma wants a finger-fuck.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, the cock still firmly lodged in his mouth.

As he sucked Lisa’s dick, Brandon plunged three digits into her pussy, and I felt my own clench in response. A gentle pulse pounded between my thighs.

By that point, I was standing stark naked — just as Lisa desired. I yearned to finger myself while I watched Brandon blow my bestie, but I knew Lisa wouldn’t allow that. She was leading the scene that night, and it was up to her to direct my pleasure.

While I waited my turn with Lisa and her purple cock, I watched Brandon deep-throat every last inch of her shaft like a practiced porn star. He pistoned his fingers in and out of her pussy, thumbing her clit and fucking her so hard he nearly lifted her off the floor.

“Yes, my pet,” Lisa groaned. “Take it all in.”

My own breath caught in my chest when Brandon twisted his wrist and Lisa’s knees nearly buckled as a climax threatened to carry her away. She caught herself at the last second — but just barely. Winding her fingers through Brandon’s thick, wavy hair seemed to be the only thing stopping her from melting into a horny heap on the floor.

Brandon knew it, too. A sharp glint of satisfaction shone in the mischief-maker’s eyes.

Lisa found her footing again, but it wouldn’t last long. Her body was strung as tight as a bow. She could barely keep her eyes open. Brandon had a magic touch, and even Mistress Lisa wasn’t immune.

“Oh! Oh! Oh,” Lisa shouted.

Then Brandon opened the floodgates.

“Oh God,” Lisa groaned. She shivered and came undone as her orgasm ravaged her.

I licked my lips, longing to taste Lisa’s pleasure. But before long, her orgasmic tremors had subsided, and she regained the appearance of control. She stood ramrod straight, ready to resume her role as director for the evening.

Lisa spun on the pencil-thin heel of her boot and turned to face me.

“Well?”

She planted her hands on her hips and tapped her toe on the floor. My eyes dropped to her hips, where the thick purple cock strapped to her pelvis bobbed to the beat. It glistened under the overhead light, slick with Brandon’s saliva.

“I’m waiting, Mary,” she chided.

Lisa arched a single, perfectly manicured brow as she pointed to the bar that separates the kitchen from our living space.

“Bend over, and let me have that pussy.”

I scurried to obey and draped myself over the top of the bar. My tits pressed against the glossy vinyl.

Lisa is several inches taller than me, and more if you take into account the sky-high heels she was wearing. Standing flat on the floor wasn’t going to cut it. Instead, I arched my back and raised myself on my toes, offering my cunt in invitation.

“Such a good little slut you are,” Lisa cooed. “Look at that pussy. Pink, wet and so perfect.”

Lisa trailed her finger up one plump fold and down the other, and I shivered. She stepped up behind me and planted her hands on my ass cheeks. Her fingers curled into the pillow-soft flesh, biting into my skin.

“Such a lovely ass you have,” she murmured as she gave me a squeeze. “Perfect for holding on to while I fuck you.”

Lisa rocked her hips and breached me, and it didn’t take long for her to find her rhythm. She pounded my pussy like a woman possessed.

“Brandon,” she hollered.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Get on your knees and tongue my asshole, while I fuck this lusty little bitch.”

I couldn’t see Brandon, but I could hear him. His bare feet padded across the hardwood floor as he rushed to give his mistress what she craved. After that, all I could hear were the sloppy sounds of a horny man eating ass.

That’s when Lisa really hit her stride. Nothing gets her going quite like a good rimjob. Massaging Lisa’s asshole is the quickest way to make her come.

But Lisa seemed to want to share the joy. She nudged her thumb against my backdoor, and I saw stars.

Now, it was my turn to shout — and I did. My body was tensed up like an overwound spring, seconds away from bouncing off into oblivion.

Suddenly, Lisa’s thumb wasn’t just massaging my asshole, it was sinking inside. She burrowed in deep, while her free fingers rested on the curve of my ass.

There was no holding back. Lisa hit the detonator, and a second later, I exploded.

She never faltered as the waves of pleasure crashed over me, not even when my pussy clenched so tight that it pushed the dildo out. Totally unfazed, Lisa bent and lapped at my slit to finish the job.

When my body stilled and my breathing steadied, Lisa abandoned my clit and barked at Brandon, “On all fours, now!”

Even in my post-orgasmic haze, I knew I needed to get my head in the game. There was no way I was going to miss Lisa skewering Brandon with her purple sword of splendor.

I perched myself on a nearby stool and spun around just in time to see the head of Lisa’s dildo pop inside Brandon’s asshole, making him groan with abandon.

“Yes, my pet. You’ll take my dick and like it,” Lisa replied.

Brandon moaned as another inch disappeared. He truly adored it.

“That’s right,” she murmured. “You love my big purple cock.”

Lisa reared back and slapped his ass, making him lurch toward her and take even more of her shaft in his back hole.

She reached around and cupped Brandon’s balls in her palm, caressing them before wrapping her fist around his hard-on. She was relentless, stroking his cock as she slammed the toy into his ass — and she didn’t stop until shivering Brandon blew his load on the floor.

“That’s a good boy,” she crooned.

Brandon was breathless as Lisa eased the dildo from his ass and stood behind him.

“Rest up, my pet. I’ll want you again when I’m done with Mary.”

I knew then that it was going to be a long, hot night.