I’ve never willingly engaged in getting tag-teamed before. When I give myself to a man, I give myself to him and only him. I’ve made him work hard to capture my heart; he shouldn’t have to share me with another cock. Yet, at the same time, I am a woman and I have fantasies and cravings of my own, which includes being taken by two men at once. I’ve played a lot of mental gymnastics to bring myself around to entertaining this fantasy and I think I’m ready to act on it.

Think back to the minutes before you called me for the first time. You might’ve checked out my website several times, but you fought off the urge to actually dial my number. You’ve experienced numerous run of the mill phone sex girls before, the type that will grunt and groan for any guy with ten bucks to burn. After a while, you conclude that every site and every girl acts and sounds the same. They specialize in everything, which means they specialize in nothing. “Jill’s of all trades, masters of none.”

Then, you found me. You wanted to call right away, you had the curiosity to experience something new, but your apprehension won that day and your disappointed cock and aching balls scolded you. Maybe you called the girl that got you off the last time, but the call only served as a reminder of how much you really wanted something better, something more pleasing and intense. So, the next time you needed a release, you gave in and called me (thank you). You turned to the girl who unabashedly boasts the words, “No Man Only Calls Once” and she made you realize that you were foolish for calling anyone else. You quickly recognized that the notion of calling a subpar and inferior phone whore was just a waste of time, energy and money, and you’ve been mine ever since.

Our relationship has grown quite a bit since that first call. You crave me as much as ever, but the hesitation you once had is long gone. So imagine, I come over to your place for another one of our special sessions, but this time I have a surprise. I’m in your house, making myself at home in your kitchen, when I tell you I’ve brought a guest. I snap my fingers and in strolls what you insist is your doppelgänger. However, it’s not a look-alike, it’s not an imposter, it’s you, the old you, the once timid man scared to reveal his deepest, darkest desires about what he’d like to do with me. I used my magical powers to clone you! I created an exact replica of the submissive, unassertive you the day you stumbled upon youronlydesire.com. Old you is quiet, unassuming and unsure of what’s going on. I put my finger in his chest and push him backward to the couch, tell him to sit and watch as the confident, new you takes control of me!

New you slowly strips me naked. He holds me close, kisses me passionately and presses his erection against me as we embrace. Old you is intimidated as he watches, but begins to become overwhelmed with jealousy. He likes what he sees and wishes it was him, but he’s afraid he’d be rebuffed if he tried to do what he really wanted to do to me.
Less than a minute later, I’m face down on the dining room table. My hard nipples ache as my breasts are pressed against the cold wood and my hands are tightly gripped to the table’s edge. New you has two handfuls of my ass as I arch my back and he’s licking me from the small of my back to the tip of my clit. New you is not interested in trying to comfort old you. In fact, he’s even more turned on by exerting his dominance as you’re forced to watch him act on every lustful desire that old you never had the guts to express.
Old you wants to bury his face in his hands as I moan with every thrust of new you’s cock, but you know you like it, you can’t look away. Your cock is hard, twitching, leaking pre-cum, and the jealousy makes your heart beat double-time as the blood races through your veins. You need to lunge your cock deep inside me. My ripe, swollen pussy, gushing with wetness, is a receptacle to new you, but I haven’t forgotten the old you sitting on the sideline, itching to get into the game, waiting for his number to be called.

My head is dangling off the end of the table and my teeth are biting into the wood. I open my eyes and turn to old you as my pussy is being pounded. We lock stares, I lick my lips, then mouth the words, “Come here, baby. It’s okay.” Old you stands, slides off his pants and boxers to reveal his raging hard-on. Just then, new you senses the competition and begins pumping me faster, forcing my chest to heave harder. I can feel the juices from my pussy splashing onto my inner thighs. The fact that you are watching me get fucked so good by new you is too much. My moans, body movements, and the ripple of my ass as new you slams into it FINALLY provokes you enough to assert yourself. Old you marches towards me, with one hand on his cock and the other gripping my cheeks to open my mouth, he shoves the tip of his cock against my tongue and deep into my wanting mouth. The face fucking has begun and my double team fantasy is at last realized.

It turns out that two heads are really better than one, and you and I make a great threesome!