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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Okay so I thought I'd post about a previous encounter I had that I still get hot and wet about.
It happened a couple of weeks ago when I met a mate of mine called Georgia. Me and Georgia met on a night out and had become close friends ever since. Anyway we decided to have a sleepover and pamper ourselves with chocolates and face masks. The night was really fun, we were drinking, laughing and dressed in our little whore outfits and heels. We wanted to take sexy pictures for memories and etc. (I wore black stockings, suspenders, thong and a cute bra with a black satin cardy). Yeah, I like dressing slutty whenever opportunities arise. So anyway, Georgia left out the fact that she was married. It was never something we would've talked about as I presumed she was single like me but oh no!
Anyway so its around 11pm and I'm pretty d*unk. The movie is half way through...Geogria is half asleep when this beautiful tall man walks in. Arms like loaded guns, his chest ready to eat me and fuck he's handsome. He looks over at me and says "hey girls, don't mind me!" He walks around the kitchen preparing some food for himself and I can't help stare. Georgias laid beside me, a little too d*unk so I walk over to Liam, the husband. "How was work?" I ask leaning over the counter as I help him out. "Stressful babe" he says as he sits down beside me on the stool. Babe? Did he just call me babe. Butterflies are flying at this point. So I give him the cereal and go over to georgia. I know he's still watching me in my stockings that barely fit my thick thighs. So I bend over and pull georgia up from the couch and slowly pull her towards me whilst making eye contact with Liam. "Ill take her to bed " I say as we both giggle. Georgia murmurs as we try to leave the room gracefully in our stilettos.
I take off georgias makeup and tuck her in. Liam comes upstairs and takes his clothes and goes back. I'm tired but fuck me, he's perfect! Tall. Blonde. Muscly. Mmmm! I walk back downstairs and see Liam sitting on the coach, legs spread, beer in his hand. His joggers reveal a little buldge. "You okay babe?" I sit beside him and reply as I play with my hair, "I can't sleep and I'm kinda d*unk" as I giggle I place my head onto his biceps. I ask what he's watching, and we have small talk for couple of minutes. I act extra blonde and ask silly questions like "what's the difference between boxing and kick boxing?" In my innocent princess voice. I know the diffrence but I just want to hear him speak...his voice makes me shake...fuck I need him in me I think.
I get up and raid the fridge. I need to sober up!. I can't have feelings for my best mates partner! Ill go to bed and forgot about him in the morning I tell myself as I feel my ass cheek being squeezed. Before I can turn around I'm picked up. "Liam!" I gasp as I'm forced on the kitchen counter. He spreads my legs apart and lifts them as I lay back. His lips at the top of my thighs as my back arches. I feel his warm breath and tongue run around my upper thighs and begin to moan."Ahhh liam nooo" I quietly whisper. He licks my boy clitty a little before he begins rubbin my tight bald pussy through the thong. He pushes his finger in and says "Aaliyah, you may no longer see Georgia!"
Before I can make sense of what he just said, he practically throws me on my hands and knees and a fat veiny dick is forced in my mouth. I gag and choke but he pushes my head on the bottom cabinets so I'm stuck. He's so strong I can't push him away so his dick begins poudin my throat. I'm sandwhiched between his legs and the cabinet. Restrained. I can't breathe!! He fucks my mouth for a couple of seconds before lettin me breath. As saliva drools down my lips I look up at him. Fuck he's so hot I think and crawl towards him. He smiles as grabs my hair. I'm still confused. What does he mean? What's happening? He places me onto the sofa. He takes his shirt off and ties my hands behind me. He stuffs his boxers into my mouth before slapping me and spitting on my face. "You're a fucking slag" he says before he pushes my head down. I'm now laid on the coach, with my arse up and head pressed down. I thought I knew what was coming but I was wrong. I felt a sharp pain, so sudden it was gone without seconds. The room filled was silent. Flickers of whipping noises could be heard every two or three seconds. My ass cheeks being whipped left me moaning and screaming but even so the room was still relatively quiet. I could feel my arse getting more sore as my body flinched with every whip. All I could see was the glass of red wine that had Georgias stained lips on. The whipping soon stopped. That was when I felt my ass truly sore. It was so painful but I felt a smooth hand caress it. I then began to feel a wet subsatnce play around my hole. Was it his mouth? His tongue? His finger? What was it that was about to be pushed in me? |
