Alex Becker, Threesome Guest
Hello! Welcome to Devotion, Desire, Depravity. I’m excited to have you.
Hello! Welcome to Devotion, Desire, Depravity. I’m excited to have you.
Alex Becker was created way back in 2017, when I tried my hand at writing erotica. Not much came of it at the time, but at the beginning of 2025, I revisited the material, saw that I had a character, and rebuilt him from the ground up.
As an erotic short story, this one is on the longer side, but I think it’s a strong representation of what I want to do: character-centered, horny, kink-forward work, equal parts heat and heart.
You’ll see more of Sarah and Foxx in the coming months, as well as Alex.
Enjoy.
“Special Guest”
My ass was in the air. Sarah was underneath me with her cunt under my face—but with her legs closed to keep me out—deep throating like a fucking champ. She was the best 69 bottom I’d ever had. The only thing I wanted to do was cum in her mouth.
“You’d better not cum in her mouth, bitch,” Foxx, Sarah’s girlfriend, said, her tone stern. “You‘ll need it for the cream pie.” She was behind me, one hand on my hip, the other…somewhere. She relinquished her hold on me, and heard a small stretch and a theatrical snap. “Safety first.”
Oh. “What? Cream pie? Birth control, you take?” I couldn’t put words together. The thought of planting a nut inside one of these women me even harder. My hips instinctively thrust down with excitement, pushing me deeper into Sarah’s mouth. She gagged a little, but didn’t spit me out. My abs were tightening slightly.
“Oh yeah, we’re all clean here, no need for rubbers. I’m having a good cock night, too.” I felt a glob of lube pour, ice cold, down my ass crack, and then a gloved finger circled my ass, then wormed into my hole. I let out a little whimper and Foxx giggled. “Jeez, such a soft little baby, you’re so cute when you whine, you know that? Can you do it again?” And she pushed a little deeper, getting another girlish yelp. “Great! You’re so good at this.” She swirled it around, my vision crossing from the sensation.
“Y…yes…thank you, mistress Foxx,” I gasped, the force of what was probably Foxx’s pinky combining with Sarah’s expert cocksucking skills getting me close to bursting. The pressure made my asshole clench around Foxx’s finger, getting an impressed coo, which only made the sensations stronger.
How could I ever hope to survive this without busting like a chump?
“Sarah, babe, pull out. He’s about to blow.” By trusting in the intuition of my sexual partners, I guess.
She did as she was told. “Yes, mistress Foxx.” Great, she was in courteous bottom mode, wouldn’t be able to get a little more sucky sucky from her—that was only when she was being bratty.
But fuck, the way these two worked together. They were just simpatico, moving so expertly in the bedroom, their little dance so easily able to make space for a new partner. It was overwhelming, in the best way—being used by not one, but TWO people who desperately desired you.
“Spread your legs, love. Let him in.”
Sarah bent her legs at the knees, and spread, revealing her fat fucking pussy, her lips swollen with need. Her hand moved to spread those lips, revealing that delicious pink, and the scent that wafted up drove me fucking nuts. Pure goddamned NEED, filling my nose. I needed that clit in my mouth like I needed sugar in my coffee.
I tried to lower my head, and was stopped by a hand taking a generous amount of hair and gently wrenching me back, and Foxx pulled until we were cheek to cheek. My god, she was so hot. Tall, athletic, broad, all muscle and curve. I was so jealous of Sarah.
Foxx’s breath was hot on my cheek. She had that dominant look in her eyes, but she also had that crinkle in her cheeks, a warm smile. She pulled her finger out and wrapped her arm around my waist. “Are you ok? We got pretty intense pretty fast.”
Things broke there. I suddenly realized where I was—caught between two ungodly beautiful and confident women, who had taken such complete control that I didn’t bother to ask whether I was alright with all of this. "Uh, uh, maybe, I think."
Foxx ran her hand through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. "Sarah, honey, let’s pause. Alex needs a sec."
“Shit, you’re right,” Sarah said from between my legs, her voice making my balls buzz. “It’s cool, yeah? Just been talking about you so much, we might have jumped the gun. Right, babe?”
Foxx planted a gentle kiss on my neck. “For sure.” Her hold softened. “Hey, Sarah, come up here.”
She shimmied out, and then stood on her knees, pressing her huge tits into my chest. “What’s up?”
“Hey, I’m cool with whatever,” I said, shaking a little.
Truth be told, I kinda wasn’t? It all happened really fast, and I got swept up in the moment, and suddenly I’m about to get pounded, and I guess, “yeah, I’m a bit shaken up. It was really quick.” I teared up a little bit. I worked so hard to be down, then the moment came and I flinched. It was too much.
It felt like a dam breaking. The tears came unbidden, and I softly sobbed. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, this is fucking stupid. Why am I crying? It was all moving so quick, and Sarah was here, and you were here, Foxx, and I just didn’t want you to…” I trailed off, blubbering and ashamed. I was losing steam between my legs, which was good or bad, or good and bad—I wasn’t exactly sure. “And you two are so nice, and so hot, I’m sorry, I don’t want to ruin your night.” And I sniffled and blubbered a little more.
“Oh no!” They cried in unison, and suddenly I felt like a breath was being held. Sarah’s face changed from sexy concern to real concern, and Foxx released me completely, pushing back to give me space.
Both of them were separated from me. I felt painfully alone. I didn’t want that. Whatever I wanted in that fucking moment, it wasn’t that. But I couldn’t say anything, because talking would make me cry again. What the fuck could save this disaster?
Trusting the intuition of your partners once again saved the day. “Hey, Alex, love, come here. Is it okay if I touch you?” Sarah asked. I nodded. She moved back in, caressed me, her hands resting on my waist, and pulled me close. “Hey, yeah, that’s not cool. We haven’t had a third in a bit, especially someone new, so we got a bit too excited.”
What? I break down like a bitch and they’re even nicer to me? The thought was so absurd but so comforting I couldn’t help but laugh through the tears a little.
“Aww, hey, there he is,” Sarah whispered, her voice hissing honey in my ears. “You’re safe. Always.” She kissed me, a tender and full one, her lips tasting of the sour and bitter precum that had slowly been streaming from me. “You need a better diet, though.”
Foxx then leaned into the hug, too. “Agreed. And sorry, Alex. It’s no excuse, but you’re an eager little firecracker. I hate to sound a little after school special here, but yeah, you’re safe. We weren’t paying attention, and it messed things up.”
“Right.” Sarah rested her head against my chest. “You’re a delicate little baby made of spun glass.”
“Aw, c’mon,” I said, giggling. “I’m not that fragile, am I?” Silence from them. “Wait, am I? Really?”
Foxx and Sarah laughed. “No, not at all,” Foxx said. “You’re amazing, just…new. And we need to respect that.”
Sarah planted a few kisses on my collar bone before looking up at me. “Right. It’s like people brand new to massage—our number one job is to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Reassuring. I smiled. “You get to say that a lot?”
“Less than you’d think.” And she kissed me on the mouth.
“So,” Foxx purred, “Do you want to keep going, maybe lower the intensity?”
“So we’re not done?” I asked, genuinely puzzled, sniffling a little.
“Only if you want to be,” Foxx said, her head now nuzzling into the crook of my neck, so tender, so sweet. I could smell the sweat and shampoo in her hair, the incense that she burned in her studio for luck, like leather and roses. Her touch regained some of its firmness, her arms wrapping around my chest, hands grasping my pecs, then a bit too tight. Her mouth was on my shoulder, a tiny nibble getting a bit too intense, her teeth digging in.
“Whoa, whoa, too much, too much,” I said, and Foxx loosened up a little.
Sarah got possessive, pulling me to her and out of Foxx’s grasp. “C’mon babe, settle. We need Foxx the Mommy, not Foxx the Daddy. Tiny baby, remember?” And she tilted her head in my direction.
Foxx took a couple of deep breaths, and then her hands moved back to me. “Right. Sorry. Is this okay?” I nodded. She wrapped her arms around my waist, one hand dipping low to play with my bush. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes, god yes.”
Foxx leaned in close, nibbled on my earlobe. “Nice.” She looked at Sarah. “Babe, do you think we should just show Alex here a good time?” And then her hand was on my rapidly recovering cock. A sure but gentle squeeze made my eyes bulge. I would have doubled over had Sarah not been holding me up.
“Sheesh. He seems like a pretty vanilla guy, so yeah.”
“Hey!”
“Sorry, sorry,” Sarah said. They both pressed close against me. “If you want to do butt stuff or something, let us know, otherwise…" she paused, looked at Foxx, gave her a kiss, then me, and then her hand was on my balls, squeezing just right to get the good pain. Did all massage therapists fuck this hard?
"You know," Foxx began, heating up, rubbing her cock between my ass cheeks, "he might only have one in him tonight." I returned the favor by backing up on her, grinding it over my asshole. Fucking amazing.
Sarah looked me in the eye, suddenly very worried. "Oh no, babe, you're right. We might have to flip a coin to see who gets the cream pie.”
Oh. Well. Okay. I closed my eyes and let their sensations meld into mine.
Through the unceasing electric pleasure I felt, I managed to mumble, “What…about my…cream pie…Foxx?”
Foxx’s grip tensed, so minutely that at any other time, I wouldn’t have noticed. “Sarah, babe, can you grab the gloves and the lube?” She very deliberately wiggled the head of her cock around my asshole. “You’ll get his nut when I’m finished with him.” Before I understood what was happening, there were FOUR tight black gloved hands touching me in different places, preparing me, opening me up, all while they whispered affirmations and kissed me and cheered on my erection for not sagging when Foxx rammed me deep.
Dropping all pretense, we were back in nasty fuck headspace again, Sarah tweaking my nipples while Foxx held my hips and humped me with abandon. She wasn’t big, but fuck she FELT big, my tiny virgin asshole getting stretched by the first trans woman I’d ever had sex with.
As she worked me from behind, Sarah sat in front of me with her pussy just out of reach, her gloved hands spreading her lips and her left hand working her clit in circles. She whined and moaned, taking in the spectacle of me being completely and totally dicked down by her girlfriend, her pace speeding up, chest reddening, until she couldn’t hold it in and her eyes closed in ecstasy, grunting and gasping, taking in heaving breaths, filling the room with the scent of her needy fucking cunt.
Amazing what a little pep talk can do.
I wanted to mount Sarah, to show her exactly how hard I could work her over, but I had other obligations—namely, the Irish Warrior Queen splitting me open, searing a world of new sensations in my brain. I needed her out, but like every good bottom, you need to make sure your top is satisfied. I planted my hands and arched my back, puffing my chest out, pushing my hips back onto Foxx’s dick. It made her lose the rhythm, spank me, and grab my hips. “You little fucking slut,” she said, her voice breathy and ragged. “Stay still.”
“Yes…Mistress…Foxx,” I moaned, while I felt the painful and growing lump of ecstasy build each time she pushed inside me, over my prostate, like she was squeezing my balls. Then she actually squeezed my balls, and the pain went into my shaft, making a little dribble come out.
Sarah noticed. “We’ve got a dripper, Foxx!” She cried with manic glee. “She’s hitting you JUST right, isn’t she?”
All I could do was nod.
Foxx’s pace quickened, faster, faster. “You little shit, your hole is too good…it’s gonna…make…me…”
I looked back at her, a bratty little sneer on my face. “Yeah? Yeah? Not so tough now, huh?” I felt the power, and Foxx apparently felt it too, because I saw the most evil smile flash across her face before she herself let the pleasure overtake her, another grunting and gasping mess, her thrusts going deeper, deeper, the warmth so beautiful and filthy.
All used up, Foxx fell onto my shoulders, taking in the same sight. "Should we make him ask permission, babe?"
Sarah looked up, spread her legs a little more. "Let him decide," she sighed, then grabbed her tits, squeezing them, the latex stretching taut across her hand.
I leaned forward, letting Foxx's still dripping cock fall out, tracing a wet line across my ass cheek. "No time for games." Crawling up to Sarah, I asked, "Can I...how do I word it?"
She nodded from behind a curtain of sweaty, lank hair, hands on the pillow next to her head, the latex glistening from her wetness. “‘May I please fuck you now, Sarah?’ Yes, Alex, you may, thank you for—“
In before she finished the sentence, which made her gasp and convulse. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “surprised me a little, cowboy. But get off—I mean, like, fuck me til you cum, not—whatever, you get it. Fuck me!”
All those years in high school, our periodic jabs at one another, then bonding over Battle Royale and Eric Whitacre, years out of contact, meeting up again—it felt like chance, but a part of me said fate.
Saying yes to coffee got me here, thrusting deep into my crush, eyes rolling back in her head, her silky, tight, wet cunt gripping me like she couldn’t let go.
Could it always be like this?
"You’re my number two cock, Alex," she said, breathlessly. Her chest rose and fell in an intentional rhythm, keeping her in the moment but not lost. She wanted to pay attention—to her, to me, to us.
Life could be the grunts, the gasps, the moans, the smells of cum and need and sweat, heavy and thick, getting thicker with each thrust. Soft skin and corded muscle, bodies pushed together in desperation, mutual yearning manifest in animal lust.
Still, my poetics paled in comparison to the filthy, pungent, overwhelmingly simple pleasure of fucking a girl you like. The little schlicking noise her pussy made as I hit it, that random grasp it made when she coughed.
"Could you do that again?" I asked.
Sarah laughed. "No, but I can do this." I felt that velvet vice squeeze me harder that I thought possible, her wetness the only thing preventing me from getting stuck. "Pelvic…" flex…"floor…" relax.
Leaning down, I took her left hand and put her fingers in my mouth. If I couldn’t eat her out, I’d taste it. The latex felt so wonderful across my tongue. I’d need to get some of these.
My thrusts were already dicey enough—Foxx’s cock had rammed my prostate to the point of making my balls ache. Each hump got me closer, too close, way too fast. I needed to fuck her, I needed to stay inside her as long as I could, there was nothing more that I wanted than to be here slamming the pussy of the girl I once called a “morose bitch” that turned into this sweet and beautiful and kind and incandescently sexy woman and—
“Oh my god, that is so fucking hot!” Foxx cried, behind me, her mouth biting down again—this time I wanted it.
“Harder.”
Foxx’s bite got stronger, the pain pushing outward, mixing with the delirious pleasure that was collecting between my legs.
Her mouth sucked and sucked, and then she detached with a gasp. “You fuck better than me, Alex," Foxx growled, breathing frantically with glee. "Pound it like you own it—she’s yours til you cum.” She leaned close to my ear. “She won’t tell you, but…she needs it.” Her whisper made me tip from rise to crash. I was in the frantic end stages, a few more good thrusts left before I had to—
My cock let loose a massive shot.
"Ah, ah, yes, Alex, good boy! Gimme that fucking cum!" Sarah shouted, grinding herself against me to hold me in.
NO! Too soon!
Then, Sarah’s back arched, and I grabbed her hips, gently, then less gently, to keep her from bucking me out. She fell back down, her eyes locked, and all I could see on her face was love.
Love?
Yes.
Spent and exhausted, I simply flopped face down. Sarah was quick enough to move out of the way. She rested a hand on my back. “Amazing. It’s been a long time since we had a vers cream pie.”
“A rare specimen, indeed,” Foxx said, laying on the other side of me. “One of our favorite special guests.” Her arm also rested on me, and I turned over. They both cuddled up against me, kissing my chest.
“Are you okay?” Sarah asked.
“Amazing.”
She smiled—the one I saw that day when we talked about Castlevania: Symphony of the Night.
We all happy sighed at the same time.
The mood was suddenly very…sweet. The aggression was gone, replaced with care. Their hands and bodies surrounded me in a perfect embrace, a soft, gentle, but undeniably real request for loving surrender, underlined with trust.