Filled Twice

Hello, my lovelies, this is Roxy Callahan and welcome to season two of Choose, the erotic podcast, where you get to decide what happens next. You spend the evening in your cabin, the director's final words echoing in the quiet space, double penetration or the glory Hole. For the first time, the choice doesn't feel like a dilemma. One of those thrills you to no end. The other makes you profoundly uncomfortable. Days ago, having two guys fucking your pussy and ass at the same time would have terrified you. Today you're almost desperate for it. But a glory hole a procession of cocks shoved in your face for service. There's a theoretical thrill in getting so many men off, but the reality it sends a chill of fear through you. It's not the thrilling fear of a new physical act. It's the cold dread of anonymity. To be a mouth and a wall surfacing a line of faceless, nameless men, to be a function, a utility with no connection, no shared gaze, no personal intimacy. The sheer endurance of it, the erasure of self, that is a terror your soul isn't ready for. It feels like a job or a punishment. But double penetration, a kitty electric thrill sparks deep inside you at the thought. It's the ultimate escalation of what you've already discovered to be the absolute center, the focus of two men's coordinated attention, to be so completely full, so utterly taken, that there is no room for anything but pure sensation. It doesn't feel like a challenge to be overcome. It feels like a throne waiting for you to claim. It's not about being used. It's about being worshiped to the absolute limit of your body's capacity. City The next morning, you don't walk. To the director's office. You stride. You feel powerful, decisive. When you enter, you confidently, sit down and cross your legs. You seem pleased. The director leans back in his chair and smiles. I am two men feeling me. That isn't a choice, That's a gift. The director doesn't say anything, so you add, my choice is double penetration. God, I can't wait. Of course, He. Says the words as if it were the only possible outcome. The Goddess does not wish to be a servant in the dark. She wishes to be the sun that two planets orbit around. Go to the Obsidian Suite. Your partners are waiting. You don't know where the Obsidian Suite is, so you ask the director's red haired assistant. She has that knowing smile that continues to be maddening as she provides you the directions to a larger building closer to the mountains. You hadn't walked that far during your visit yet, now you walk the walk with a sense of excitement, and is it pride? The Obsidian Sweet is unlike any place you've been to so far. The walls are dark stone, the lighting is low and seductive, and in the center of the room is a massive circular bed draped in black silk. Two men are waiting, standing on either side of the bed, like twin pillars. They are nearly identical, with sharp jaws, smoldering dark eyes, and powerful, lean bodies. They move in unison, their silence a heavy, expectant cloak. One comes to you and begins to unbutton your shirt, while the other neeedls to slide off your shoes. They undress you with a reverent slowness, their hands treating your body like a sacred object. When you are naked, they lead you to the bed and lay you down. This is not a rush to the finish, It is a ritual. One of them introducing himself is Mark settles. Between your legs. His hot mouth finds your pussy and lavishes it with his tongue in slow, worshipful strokes. The other, Dan is at your head, his tongue dueling with yours. As his hands cup your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. You are being pleasured from both ends, your mind dissolving into a haze of sensation. When you're dripping, wet and writhing on the bed, they shift. Mark moves up to join Dan, their mouths and hands covering your breasts, your stomach, your throat. Dan moves down and gently but forcefully rolls you over. You pull yourself onto your knees and see Mark's cock inches from your mouth. You take it in your hand and guide it in, licking and tasting his head as you swirl your tongue around it. The slick, wet touch of lube on your asshole makes you tense, but Dan works it gently with his fingers, first one then two, stretching you with an expert patience that erases all fear, leaving only a deep aching need. He pulls back, and from behind you you hear his voice. Stand up, goddess. You climb off the bed, so wet that your juice is dripped down your legs. You stand in front of him, but he grabs your arm and gently turns you around, facing you as Mark, without saying anything. He takes your leg in his left hand and lifts it up as his right hand guides his cock in your pussy. He's deep inside you and holding you tight, his cock hard and filling you your tit's pressed against his chest. Oh god, fuck me, he shakes his head. That's when you feel Dan pressing against you, his hard cock pressed between your ass cheeks. You close your eyes, knowing what's coming, and then it does. Dan slides his cock into your ass, which is surprisingly easy and smooth. With all the lube and how turned on you are. He presses deep and stops, and you are about to collapse at the exquisite feeling two cocks deep inside you. The two men are a mirror image of masculine perfection, one in front of you and one behind. Ready, Goddess, you can only nod, your body thrumbing. For a moment, they stay still, letting your body anticipate what is coming. You can feel both of them inside you, one pulsing in your pussy, the other a thick, rigid presence in your ass. Then they begin to move. They find a rhythm, a perfect push and pull. As Dan thrusts in, Mark pulls out, a seamless rocking motion that stimulates you from two directions at once. You are completely, utterly full, every nerve ending is on fire. You are no longer just a body. You are a vessel, an altar, the nexus point of their combined desire. Then they are thrusting in unison, and you feel like you're going to explode in pleasure to hard cocks, feeling you completely stretching you in ways you didn't think was possible. The feeling builds and builds, a pressure that has nowhere to go but up. It's an orgasm that starts in two places at once, a supernova of pleasure exploding from your clit and your ass, simultaneously radiating. Through your entire body. It's a full body seizure of ecstasy that goes on and on, leaving you screaming into the air. As you shudder through the endless waves, you feel them both come, one after the other. They're hot seed flooding you, filling you to completion. For a moment, all three of you are standing together, entwined in pleasure. They slowly pull out, and then you experienced something you didn't realize you would enjoy so much. Their hot come flowing. From your pussy and your ass and down your legs, a trail of pleasure that couldn't be hotter. You feel reborn when you meet the director. Your body feels loose, open, and profoundly peaceful. You have reached a new peak. I've never felt anything like it, to be so full, so completely taken. I thought it would feel like I was overwhelmed, but it was the opposite. I felt more present, more me than I ever have. It was like every inch of me was being worshiped. You have learned the ultimate lesson of the Goddess that to be completely filled is not to be erased, but to be made whole. You are ready for your next choice, the next step on your journey to becoming unbound. He steps closer. I see you, I know you, I've seen you grow, but you still have some growing to do. He glances at his assistant through the door. Here are your choices. To suck ten men and have them masturbate and come onto your face, covern you with the veil of the goddess, or to get on your knees and have ten men line up to fuck you until they come before leaving. The choice is yours bukkaki or a gangbang.