This choice: You find yourself dropping to your knees, licking your lips. • Go Back...Chapter #5You find yourself dropping to your knees... by: Mr. George   Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips, your throat craving that salty release. You find Joey rising above you, only to realise, it's your knees folding beneath you.
Your eyes widen, as you look up at him towering over you. The dressing gown pooling around you, more of your bust on display. The hunger clear in your eyes, glistening in anticipation. A smile flickers over your face, as you see his jeans twitch, the bulge pushing forward, against the coarse material.
It's his turn to lick his lips, uncertainty on his face. He's walked into your bedroom, and found your lover. His conscious fights the losing battle. But it's too slow for your appetite, your consent too subtle for him. Hormones flood your veins, as you find yourself reaching forward. Caressing his crotch, you unfasten his jeans, teasingly slowly lower the zipper.
Joey is now panting in fevered anticipation and disbelief. You swallowing reflexively, the mouth that was bone-dry moments before now awash in preparation for the feast ahead.
Cooing, your appreciation, you slip his cock free from his pants. It stiffens at your touch, at your warmth, your breath ruffling his pubic hair. The aroma of him, now filling your lungs with every breath. It's satisfyingly long and thick, your mouth widening in anticipation.
Finally, finally, Joey takes the hint his hands coming to rest on your head. As you guide him home, a firm, steadying hand slipping him in, past your lips. He gasps as they brush over his cock. He twitches on the verge, as he slides deeper.
You stifle the slight gag, as instinct takes charge and Joey rams himself home. You choke, as you feel him fill your throat, unfamiliar muscles working him. His grip on your head tighter, more controlling, as he sets his pace. Your breathing, nasal and shallow, you gasp a breath as best you can. The scent of Joey now a fog that surrounds you.
It's a few minutes of feverish, sweaty humiliation. You embarrassed by how much you're loving it, by how vocal you can be with a cock in your throat, and climaxing with a delicious treat. The excess bursting from your lips, as you gargle and gurgle the sweet reward.
Your humiliation mounts, as you guide the slick excess back towards your mouth, eager, desperate for none to go unappreciated.
Above you, the regret is clear on Joey's face. He's just fucked his best friend's date. The guilt battling the joy that slips out too clearly. You pout softly in sympathy, you hadn't meant to cause him any pain.
Rising higher on your knees, you take his softening member between your breasts. The slick tip, already leaving a dab of his cum.
"Ready for round 2." you purr seductively.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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