Don grabbed the leash from Bob and pulled me away. I thought maybe I would get some rest but I was wrong. Don positioned me on hands and knees in the middle of the living room. Bob came over and positioned himself in front of my face. He began feeding my face again. I still had the harness on. Meanwhile Don was behind me. I felt a tug as the butt plug was removed. Don placed his cock on my anus and pushed. I was being spit roasted right here in their living room. Don would push in from behind and force my mouth onto Bob's cock. Bob would push back and force my ass onto Don's cock even further. They developed a see-saw rhythm. I was delirious. My cock told of my excitement. It was hard and practically had a steady stream of pre cum flowing from it.
Don was draped over my back as he fucked me hard from behind. He was reaching around and pulling on my cock. Bob continued the assault on my mouth. I couldn't say how long this went on. I was just a mass of feelings. I felt like I was in an altered state of consciousness. I couldn't think anymore. All I could feel was the cock in my mouth, the cock in my ass, and my cock being stroked and pulled.
Bob came first. His cock pulsed in my mouth as he flooded it with his seed. He held my mouth on his cock as he unloaded completely. I swallowed as best I could.
Don pulled out of my ass and came around to my mouth. He pulled his condom off and slammed his cock in my mouth. Already in an excited state, he fucked my face furiously and unleashed a torrent of cum. I could feel it dripping out of my mouth and running down my chin. Bob jokingly told me to smile as he snapped a couple of pictures.
The harness was removed. I lay on my back with the cum still on my face. Don and Bob watched as I jerked myself off and spurted all over my chest and stomach. It was one of the biggest loads I can ever remember shooting. Bob finished by taking a couple of more pictures of me laying there with cum on my face, chest, and stomach.
Bob rubbed our mixed cum all over my body. I smelled of sex. I wasn't allowed to clean up. I had to put my shorts and shirt back on and drive home with my clothes sticking to me.
Bob texted me later to thank me and to remind me that he had pictures now. When he called I should not refuse his requests!