Shes Right, @bewitchedbaddi3 Really Does Have A Beautiful Smile (her Ass Makes Me Wanna Fight Chairs

She’s right, @bewitchedbaddi3 really does have a beautiful smile (her ass makes me wanna fight chairs and benches out of sheer jealousy)

What do you think is the prettiest thing about your gf?

She has the absolute most gorgeous smile that really lights up a room (she has a fat ass) i mean like really when shes laughing its like witnessing an angel (i mean fr you could bounce a quarter off that thing) 💖

Well now I’m blushing 😄 you two are my personal Ironman Marathon <3 a back that looks like I’ve been mauled by a tiger is a small price to pay

Can your dom last long enough to satisfy both of you?

I think he does a wonderful job balancing two women with extremely high sex drives and ensuring we’re both fully satisfied in the bedroom. @bennys-basement deserves a medal for going from one hour long marathon straight to the next even if he says back scratches are enough

The Remote:

The salesman had told you to use the remote sparingly. “It’s pretty powerful, even on the lowest setting!” he’d said as he put it in the bag and handed it over to you. “If I were you, I’d start one or two clicks at a time, to be as precise as possible. You wouldn’t want to bring her down so much that she can’t complete basic tasks.” he chuckled. You gave him a reserved smile, taking the unmarked bag and exiting the store, hurrying to your car, almost as if you were worried that someone you knew would see you exiting a sex shop. Those chances were slim. You’d had to drive way out of town to find one that carried the remote.

When you got home, your girlfriend was standing at the kitchen counter with her back to you and a Bluetooth in her ear, nearly shouting on a work call. She didn’t seem to even notice that you’d entered the apartment. You sat at the breakfast bar facing her, while she commanded, “No, it was supposed to be handed in by Tuesday, so I guess that I, or anyone else on the team for that matter, won’t be clocking out until it’s done!” She continues chopping onions and you can hear chatter coming through her end of the Bluetooth. Curiously, still not fully believing it’ll work, you take the remote out of the bag, point it at her back, and give it a single conservative *click*.

When the chatter on the other end of the call stops, she replies, sounding quite annoyed, “Yes, it is a big deal, because the budget for our entire next quarter depends on the report-” You tune out the work chatter and head to the bedroom, holding the remote up and inspecting it. Had it been a rip off? A simple silver rectangle with a red button in the center that said the word “down” on it. Maybe it was a clever scam, or maybe you just hadn’t been that clever yourself. You flipped it over to search for a slot to insert batteries or plug in a charger, but no such luck. You probably should’ve noticed that in the store, huh?

A few minutes later, your girlfriend comes into the bedroom, and as she does, you slip the remote under your pillow to get it out of sight. “Hey honey, I didn’t see you come in!” she says, sounding tired, as she plugs her earpiece into the charger on her nightstand. “I’m cooking dinner now, should be done in a few minutes.” You smile and say that sounds good, and change into more comfortable clothes as she heads back to the kitchen. You follow soon after, slipping the remote into your pocket, plopping down comfortably on the couch, and turning on the TV. Once again, your curiosity gets the better of you, and while your girlfriend is standing by the fridge, pulling out a few more ingredients, you point the remote at her back and give it a swift *click click*

You wait to see any type of reaction, and when she doesn’t seem to show any signs of a change, you ask, “Hey sweetheart? What’s 4 times 4?” She turns to face you, a look of confusion on her face, and says, “Honey, if you need me, or a calculator, to answer 4 times 4, you’ve got bigger problems than I can help you with.” with a dry chuckle. You smile back politely at her joke, and feel perplexed. You’d been told by a friend at work that it was the real deal, and he’d had no reason to lie. Was the button stuck? Maybe it was because your girlfriend was a lot smarter than average as it is, so it was going to take more to make a difference. You waited for her to go back to cooking, before, as a last ditch effort, pointing it at her and giving it a generous *click click click click click*

She immediately stopped seasoning the chicken and seemed to sway back and forth slightly on her feet, as if she’s just taken one shot too many. “Sweetheart?” You ask, feeling confident that something has happened this time. “Mmm…yeah?” She replies, in a voice slightly-higher pitched than the one you’re used to hearing, slightly less sure-of itself. “You feeling okay?” She turns halfway around to look at you, a smile beaming on her face, and says, “Of course, silly! Why wouldn’t I be?” “Oh, uhh, just checking!” you answer. You’re shocked, but there was definitely an effect. You watched as she returned to cooking. Was it just you, or was she taking a moment to look at each ingredient she picked up, as if she needed a second or two to process exactly what it was, and what she was supposed to do with it?

She turned on the stove and tossed the chicken into a pan, washing her hands of all the bread crumbs and seasoning, and grabbing a bottle of wine out of the cabinet. As she fumbled around in the silverware drawer looking for the bottle-opener, you thought, “Maybe just a bit more for good measure.” *click click*

She pulled the bottle opener from the drawer, and you watched closely as she held it up to the bottle, before pulling her hand back away. She looked like she was going to try to put it on again, moving the opener around the top of the bottle at a few different angles, before asking, “Uhm…honey? Can you…help me with this?” She seemed slightly concerned at the realization that she couldn’t figure out how to uncork a bottle of wine, something she’d done at least once a week for years now, but the concern seemed to be somewhere far away, certainly not at the front of her mind. You left the remote sitting on the arm of the couch, and got up to go help her.

You twisted the opener into the cork, but before you had time to pop it out, your girlfriend made a sound something along the lines of, “Nnnghhhhh…” and her knees buckled. You put your hands on her hips to hold her up, and turned your head towards the couch to see your cat resting on the arm of the chair where the remote had been sitting. “Shit!” you exclaimed, and tossed a sponge sitting by the sink at him, sending him scurrying, and you could see that the remote had been under him. He must’ve been sitting on the remote for 10, maybe 15 seconds straight! You turned back to your girlfriend, and asked, “Sweetheart, you doing okay?”

There was a trail of drool making its way down her chin, glistening on her face and neck under the bright lights of the kitchen. “Mmm…nnnnnggghhhhmmm” she said from somewhere deep in her throat. The sound seemed to be both a moan and a whine at the same time. You felt one of her arms moving against the one you were using to hold her up, and saw that she was slowly, lazily rubbing herself through her shorts. You began to harden in your own sweatpants, and you loosened your grip on her hips, allowing her to fall to her knees in front of you.

She stopped rubbing herself for a moment to fumble with the knot on your pants, trying clumsily to untie it but having no luck, before pushing one hand under her shorts and rubbing herself desperately, looking up at you with a mouth covered in drool and pleading eyes. “Nnn…nnn…nnn” she moaned at you, as a wet spot formed and began spreading rapidly on the front of her shorts. You dropped your sweatpants, and before they could even hit the floor she’s taken the full length of your cock down her throat. Her mouth was soaking wet already, and strands of drool hung from your shaft as she bobbed up and down from your head to your balls. She’d never been this enthusiastic before, and her throat was so tight and warm you had to grip the counter to stay on your feet. She slurped and sucked, moaning onto your dick as she fingered herself below you. When you finally came, she pushed her face all the way down to the base and let all your cum spill deep down your throat. She held it for as long as she could before pulling off with a gasp, her face covered in tears and spit and the last of the cum that had shot out just as she’d pulled off, and looked up at you with adoration.

You jumped a bit as the smoke alarm went off, a loud, shrill screech blasting through the entire apartment. Your girlfriend didn’t react at all, as if she didn’t even hear it. She was still staring adoringly at your cock. The chicken in the pan was sizzling next to you, burned and blackened now, and as you turned the burner off, you felt her mouth on you again. “Mmm…mmm…nnghhh…” she continued groaning below you as she lazily, messily sucked on one of your balls, her fingers slowly but steadily pumping in and out of herself as a puddle of her own cum formed below her on the tile floor. You felt yourself beginning to harden again as the metallic glint of the remote sitting on the couch caught your eye. Maybe…maybe just one of two more…

What’s your favorite thing to see each of the girls wearing in the bedroom?

@bewitchedbaddi3 has a pair of sheer black panties that say “Daddy’s Girl” on the front

@bubbly-bxby has a pink corset with a little bow on it that really evokes her blog

You’re not beating the allegations 😅 and somehow I feel like being manhandled is still you getting everything you wanted 🤔

What’s something you can say to your dom to make him get extra rough with you?

i can allegedly be somewhat of a brat IF you ask the right crowds apparently, sometimes when im allegedly being bratty and start with refusing orders and talking back i end up being manhandled. this is all allegedly of course because im an angel and I always listen to my daddy 🥰

What’s the quickest way to get each of your partners to fold?

For @bewitchedbaddi3 it’s as easy as kissing her neck and rubbing my thumb against her through her panties to get her to beg me to do whatever I want to her 💛

For @bubbly-bxby brute force is the way to go. I don’t ask her to fold, I just grip her up and make her, and that’s just how she likes it 🩷