Saint Fingers, Butter Be Thy Name

Yolanda knows she’s in deep when Baran takes out a second harness after getting Trinity’s set with hers. The surgeon instinctively goes to get out of the chair to help her but is immediately reminded by the leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. Baran of course immediately notices and smirks. 

“See Asalam, I told you the cuffs were needed.” Baran says lowly, looking over at Trinity. The youngest nods at her. But neither of them even cast a quick glance at Yolanda who’s already feeling desperate as she looks between them. 

Her eyes follow Baran to the closest and her mouth goes dry. She's putting on the strap that she normally fucks Trinity with. That's hers to fuck her girl with. The one she's been using since before they all got together. 

“Baran what the fuck? That's mine.” Yolanda growls trying to stand yet again, but this time with more force and she nearly sends herself and the chair sideways onto the floor. Baran and Trinity yet again don't cast a glance at her. She's three feet from the right side of the bed in a kitchen chair. Her ankles have about two inches of wiggle room and her hands are shackled behind her back with an extra chain that connects to the bar at the bottom of the chair. 

Baran doesn't spear Yolanda a glance as she approaches the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs for me Trinity.” Baran softly commands. The younger woman immediately complies with a sigh. “That's a good girl. You warmed up like I asked?” She nods and the attending smiles. “Very good.” She climbs onto the bed and crawls slowly up. 

“Baran, take off that strap!” Yolanda demands, pulling at her restraints. “It's mine! It's fucking mine!” Yolanda's voice getting louder and somewhat frantic. That's hers for her to fuck her good girl with. To make her see stars. Hers. Hers. HERS. “Trinity, close your legs right now!”

Her demands of course ignored. This is what they agreed to. Yolanda wanted this. She wanted to give up all power. Have no choice unless she said ‘red.’ They laid most things out with certain things like what exactly Baran and Trinity would be doing together was left out to intensify the feeling of helplessness.

And now she's facing that mystery head on. Trinity only opens her legs wider while Baran steps between them. It's just then that Yolanda notices the lube in Baran's hand. She puts some in her hand, pumping the strap around her hips and all three women moan. The moans only grow louder when Baran applies more to her hands and takes hold of Trinity's strap doing the same. 

“Fuck Baran!” Trinity whines. She reaches out and takes a hold of the oldest woman's hips. “In please I've been good please.” She begs.

“You have been such a good girl for me. Waiting so patiently while I got our guest set up.” Baran coos.

“Guest?!” Yolanda yells. She immediately tries to break out again. But the restraints are solid. Definitely worth the pretty penny they paid for all three of them to have a set of their own. A whimper slips past her lips. “Baran please. That's mine.”

Baran answers her by lining the strap up to Trinity’s cunt and pushing in. The youngest’s back immediately arches off the bed as she moans. “Bee. Fuck feels so good.” She whimpers.

“That's good Baby, I'm glad.” Baran hums as she takes the hand that was guiding her strap and wraps it back around Trinity’s. “You're going to let me play with your cock while I fuck you right sweet girl?”

Trinity just nods at first but as soon as Baran slows her hand she finds her voice in the form of a whimper. “Yes. Fuck yes please. Please please.”

Baran just hums as she bottoms out. Trinity keens and the attending responses by pulling out just a bit and slamming back in making the R3’s back arch harshly. “Baran!” She cries.

Yolanda watches on as the oldest sets an intense pace, slamming into Trinity like she might never get to do this again. “That's right Asalam, it's just you and me. I'm gonna take care of you.” Baran says, breath heavy, as her hand sinks up with her hips. 

Trinity lets out a sob that Yolanda knows as her being fully consumed by the pleasure coursing through her body. The surgeon remembers that Trinity also has a grinding pad on. She sees tears roll down Trinity’s temples and if she could she would saw her hands and feet off to be able to lean over her younger girlfriend and lick the tears away. 

She moans, rutting her hips against the chair but no relief comes. Baran stripped her so she couldn’t find friction with her underwear. “Baran.” Yolanda gasps. “Please let me out. Let me sit behind her please.” She begs.

Baran must take it a sign to fuck their younger girlfriend with even more fervor. She lets go of Trinity’s strap while keeping the pace of her hips and pushes her other woman's legs up toward her chest. “Hold your legs for me, pretty girl. ‘m gonna make you forget your name.”

Trinity manages a whine and nods, tears flowing like a river. Baran leans down and licks at the tears. “So pretty when you cry for me. When you take me so well like the best girl. My good girl.”

It's then that Baran casts a quick knowing smug glance at Yolanda. “All mine.” She growls before bringing her full attention back to Trinity.

“All yours!” Trinity cries.

Baran sets herself up straight again and becomes frenzied. She takes hold of Trinity's strap again, stroking it so her fist slams against the base. 

“Baran! I–I–I PLEASE!” Trinity screams.

Baran moans in response. “You gonna cum for me, Babygirl? Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna make a mess of my sheets?”

“Yes YES please!” She begs. 

Baran says nothing else and just keeps her frenzied pace while Trinity moans, babbles, and begs for the oldest woman. The sound of their skin slapping together is absurdly filthy and Yolanda wishes she could record it. The oldest woman just watches, mouth opens in awe of the woman under her completely falling apart. 

Yolanda’s not sure how long it's been but suddenly Trinity starts to shake. “Cum for me baby. Cum right now.” Baran commands.

The youngest doesn't disappoint as the grip on her legs give out and her back snaps up in an almost impossible way. Her mouth is open in a silent cry for a few moments before an obscene, loud moan slips past. Yolanda watches the space where their bodies meet and sees cum splashing up onto both their stomachs. She'd give a kidney to clean them with her tongue. 

“Good girl. My best girl.” Baran says over the noise, letting the strap go so she can keep her pace and lean over Trinity. “Stay with me Baby. I'll slow down in a minute.” She says before crashing their lips together. 

A whine leaves Yolanda's lung and her hips strain for anything to relieve the ache between her legs. “Baran, please let me out. Please.” She nearly sobs. 

She's ignored again and she's stuck listening to the wet sounds of their skin slapping together and watching them melt into one another.

Baran's hips slow as she pulls away from the kiss. She looks down at Trinity with all the love in the world. And then her face quirks into a hungry smirk. 

Yolanda's mouth drops open as Baran undoes her harness but leaves the strap in Trinity. Then she rises up and climbs until her cunt is hovering over Trinity’s strap. 

“We're gonna cum together now, okay Baby? Then we'll go get cleaned up.” Baran coos. As soon as Trinity nods, Baran sinks down onto the strap all the way to the base. “Fuck, Baby. I'm so full. Now you lay back and let me ride you. I've got you.” Trinity can only nod again.

Baran smiles down at her and lets loose. She rides Trinity with a vigor Yolanda's not sure she's ever seen. Both women let moans and whimpers rip from their lungs as they build to an orgasm together. 

Yolanda has accepted her fate but still ruts her hips like a mad woman, matches Baran's speed. She moans with them hoping they'll look at her. Trinity almost does when she moans extra loud but Baran just grabs her jaw, keeping it so they only see each other. 

“If our guest wants to cum she'll figure it out, Asalam. She doesn't need your attention.” Baran says condescendingly, and it makes both Trinity and Yolanda moan again.

Yolanda keeps going. Watching. Moaning. And suddenly she feels it. A slow building warmth in her stomach. Oh my god. She watches Baran hips jack up and down on Trinity and it's the hottest thing she's ever seen. The way both their tits bounce with the force. The sounds they make. They're her perfect girls. They're hers. Even if they're pretending right now that they're not. The warmth keeps building along with them.

“Fuck!” They all say in unison.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Yolanda whines as her thighs start to shake with fatigue. “Fuck, you two are so beautiful it's gonna make me cum. Fuck please cum so I can please. Please, I need it please!” She begs as tears roll down her cheeks. “Please.” A sob following after.

Both Trinity and Baran moan and the woman on top drops her head back. “Let's not keep our guest waiting, Baby. I want you to cum in 3… 2… 1.” Baran commands. 

Yolanda knows the count down was for Trinity, but tell that to her attention and touch starved brain. Her clit throbs and her core clenches around nothing as her orgasm ripped through her body. A cry of relief soars out of her and her head falls forward. Her ears are ringing and her eyes are squeezed shut as her body shakes. She feels tears falling onto her bare thighs. I need them. I need them so bad. I just want them to look at me. Please be looking at me when I look up. Please. 

But before she can raise her head she feels her chair being moved forward. 

Her head shoots up and finds Baran reaching out to her. A gentle hand finds her cheek and wipes at the tears. Another hand finds her knee and her eyes find a very blissed out Trinity smiling at her.

“You did so well, Azizam.” Baran whispers, leaning in to kiss Yolanda gently. When she pulls back just a bit she softens more before leaning back in, this time letting her tongue collect the tears that are apparently still falling. “How about all three of us go get cleaned up and then go cuddle on the couch?”