“That’s my Dude,” the Mistress said.  She smoothed a hand across Dude’s ass before giving it a firm pop.  The sting of her lubed-up palm against his bare skin would’ve felt amazing if there wasn’t some guy’s junk dangling inches from his face.  The slick head of the dildo teasing the small of his back almost made him shudder.  “Why don’t you go ahead and show our guest why I keep you around?”

“Pretty sure he already saw that I feed your ego trips and satisfy your daddy issues in exchange for drugs and pussy, honey,” Dude muttered.

She didn’t share the humor of his statement.  Her upper lip curled in irritation as she reached for his hair and snatched it.

“Suck that goddamn dick before I make you watch me do it.”

Irritation flared in the pit of Dude’s stomach when she released his head with a shove, as well as something akin to jealousy.  The thought of her blowing this pretentious jock made him more repulsed than the idea of doing it himself.  His jaw clenched as he looked at the third leg of this third wheel and took hold of it.  The blunt tip of a gun jabbed against his temple and he looked up from the dick in his grip to see Duke smirking down at him with his pistol trained against his head. 

“Bite it and I’ll be the one blowing you, Postal boy.”

A jolt of arousal was sent right to Dude’s already leaking hard-on.  He didn’t want give this jackass the satisfaction of knowing how much he got off on weapons being pulled on him, so he gave a defiant click of his teeth and muttered “whatever” before taking the reddened tip of Duke between his lips.  It was a thick one for sure, but he wasn’t about to look like a sissy.  He’d taken bigger from the sadistic harpy behind him.  The one advantage this one did have over hers was the fact that it was the real thing.  The salty tang of a real cock beat out choking down silicone slathered in artificially flavored lube any day, though he’d sooner take another bullet to the skull than admit it.  He honed his attention on the dick in his mouth instead of the prick attached to it.  His tongue swirled around the head before he began to bob on the length.

Dude tensed up when he felt the toy behind him plunge into his asshole without warning.  The ribbed texture of the Mistress’s strap dragged across his prostate in the most agonizing way, causing him to lose focus for a moment.  With the hand he wasn’t using to keep his balance, he palmed his aching arousal through his boxers.  Fingers threaded through his slick ginger roots again and gave his head a yank, pulling him off Duke with a loud pop.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked.  He was too busy catching his breath to answer her, which earned him another shake of his head by the scalp.  “You know better.  Don’t touch unless you ask first, and I know you didn’t do that with your mouth full of cock.”

She let go of his hair with a scoff of disgust and reached for both his arms, holding him by the wrists while still to the hilt in his ass.  His shades were sliding off his nose now from the sweat pouring out of him.  His hair was a mess from all the hands jerking him around.  His face was flushed with a mixture of conflicting emotions— humiliation, frustration, and beneath it all, excruciating arousal.

“Suck,” she said, pushing his face back into Duke’s crotch.  His cheek smooshed against the man’s sack, giving him a noseful of trimmed pubes.  This arrogant son of a bitch would manscape.  “We’ll see how I feel about you getting off afterwards.”

With a huff through his nose, Dude adjusted his face to resume sucking.  It was awkward getting it back in his mouth while being restrained, so Duke decided to give him a hand.  Holding the base of his shaft with one and pushing Dude’s forehead back with the butt of his other palm, he rammed it in with a grunt.  The force drove the length several inches down Dude’s throat.  His eyes watered from the sudden intrusion, and it didn’t help that the woman behind him had begun railing him again.  He was getting impaled on either side.  Duke’s hand didn’t leave his forehead, but his other one did lift his sunglasses so his icy blue gaze could meet Dude’s piercing green and bloodshot glare.

“Damn, those eyes are real cute,” Duke mentioned, grabbing his cheek and giving it a rough pinch.  “Could almost see how a babe’d get lost in those and stick with your sorry ass.”

If Dude didn’t have dick halfway down his trachea, he’d tell this douche to go fuck himself…  Lucky for him, the lady had the same idea. 

“Watch it, Nukem,” she warned.  Her words dripped with a defensive venom, reminding Duke not to overstep his bounds when it came to her and hers.  She didn’t need to say any more to make her point clear; he sucked his teeth and dropped his hand. 

It was satisfying to see that the Mistress’s authority extended to everyone in the room.  Dude’s dick throbbed against the damp cotton from hearing his shortstack little lady shut that cocky beefcake up, like a chihuahua taking down a mastiff.  It might have been the hottest thing she’d ever done that didn’t involve a lethal weapon.  With renewed vigor, he began working Duke’s knob while she fucked his ass with a vengeance.  He figured the sooner this walking hard-on got off, the sooner she’d let him.  He could feel the drool streaming down his chin as he gave the sloppiest blowjob of his life.  Some particularly deep thrusts made him moan, which caused his vocal cords to vibrate around the other man’s member.

“Holy shit,” Duke chuckled, pausing to bite his lip from the sensations.  “What got into him? Well, other than us, obviously…”

The Mistress didn’t answer.  She’d released his wrists to grip his hips.  She held him steady as she drilled the toy into his bowels.  Dude’s eyes squeezed shut as he continued his task.  Stars formed behind his eyelids from how deep she was inside of him.  Each slam of her pelvis against his skinny ass sent him rocking forward.

“Finish him off, babe,” she urged.  “Impress me and I’ll see about making him return the favor.”

Duke shot her a dirty look, but Dude liked the odds.  He decided to go hard, deepthroating him while using his tongue to massage the underside.  He used his now free hands to grab the man’s balls and give them a firm squeeze.  Meanwhile, she didn’t relent.  The moans she conjured in him heightened the sensations.  Duke clenched his teeth as he got closer.  He glanced down to see Dude giving him a half-lidded death glare over the fallen rims of his shades and his nostrils flaring.  He swallowed and squeezed without breaking eye contact, making Duke shudder.  Just when he was preparing himself to swallow down a roid-flavored load, Duke pulled out and blasted rope all over his face with a laugh.

The Mistress pulled him back as he sputtered, getting him out of the line of fire while lodging the dildo further up his ass in the process.

“Whoops,” Duke said with a shit-eating grin, tucking his dick back in his underpants. 

“Don’t fucking ‘whoops’ me,” she huffed as she wiped Dude’s face off and slung Duke’s seed back at him.  Holding him against her chest, she looked up at the other man and pointed downwards.  “Get down here and clean him up.”