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Part 41: Cock on my breath
My stupid, flirty behaviour on the hill wasn't really helping my general Ultra state. I wasn't talking to some totally smoulderingly hot individual. Nice yes, attractive, yeah, but not someone that was making my heart beat a little faster or anything.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting for a knock, almost just waiting for her too arrive and use me. To tick me off her list or something. The knock came, but when I answered it wasn't her.
The guy at the door was 6'2". Thin, clean shaven, short hair, but shaved in close at the back and the sides. He had diamond or fake diamond studs in his ears. His expression was angry. He wore white trakkies. "You filthy flirtatious little slut. You think what you just did was sensible?" It wasn't really a question to answer. "You think that kind of behaviour is acceptable? Are you thick?" He kept stepping forward into the room. I was retreating.
My legs sort of buckled. I sank, expecting something to happen, but then, walking in behind this lad came Jeff. He'd never visited my room before. He was in his black chinos, polo and leather jacket. He smiled at me. "Well Sam, flirting on the hill, you never stop do you?" I shook my head. Almost in tears. "Well let's see, if she's another one to add to your list of fucks, let's make sure you make out with her with cock on your breath".
Jeff pulled out his cock, as did the other lad. The other lad was sporting a thick cock that was growing. He smelt cheap. Cheap shower gel, cheap deodorant. He took my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. "Damn, he's good" he said to Jeff. The fucker sure did taste good. Cheap is a weird way to describe it. But yeah cheap. His foreskin rolled back he tasted of a guy that had edged and edged. "Fuuucccckkkk" came a cry.
"He's good is he, Oi Sam, don't neglect me" Jeff pulled me over, I almost instantly longed for that cheap cock taste. But then came the taste and smell of Jeff. Fuck it urged me, made me. My eyes flicked up, seeing him with his arms behind his head. "That's it boy, jerk my fella here" nodding at the other guy, who's thick cock I took in my leather hand. "Sam's about to get nasty, he's about to be a total service slut, he's just helpless". Jeff was close, I could feel it.
"Slut, take my cum in your mouth" the other guy pulled me over swifty emptying a disappointing watery load. Jeff, keeping his form up came thicker, not much but still thick.
Jeff chuckled at me. "Look at you, on your knees, service slut ain't you?" I nodded looking back. "And is Sammy about to slut himself on his knees all over again?" I nodded. "Good boy, we look forward to the review" he patted me on my head "let's head Eddie, Sam's about to get busy again" they walked out leaving me on my knees.
It was only a couple of minutes later that the soft knock on my room door came. I was still on my knees. Cum dry on my face, and yeah, totally, cock on my breath. I got up and answered the door. She grinned, leaning forward on the balls of her feet "I actually can't believe I'm here" she said. "I honestly thought this would be a fake room".
I held out my hand, she took it, it tight in the leather glove, she let out an audible groan and I started to walk backwards, leading her into the room.
"Damn, your confidence is something" she breathily said.
"Why?" I said, totally confident in my own slutiness. "Is it because I just led you in here, or the leather glove". I felt my own tongue licking my lips as I looked back.
"You see, that's the thing" she now replied, looking down at my hand holding hers. "Since I heard that story about this mysterious guy in the library in his shiny trakkies and leather gloves all I've been working my pussy too is the idea of those leather gloved hands all over my naked body, slipping over my flesh, feeling my breasts, teasing my pussy. That thought has made me cum a stupid amount of times and now here you are".
Fuck, that was hot, that idea I was someone's wank dream. I leaned a little closer to her ear "and how much have you imagined me, down, between your legs, eating you out?"
Her eyes nearly exploded from her eye sockets! It was a priceless look. I smiled back now.
"Look, I'm a bit weird, I don't play naked, but I reckon if you stripped down, then I think I could try and make those dreams a reality". It was risky challenge. There's something about one person naked and the other clothed that is both totally horny and loaded with risk.
However, she nodded, slipping off her shoes to start. She wasn't a sort of over worked gym body type girl, neither was she fat. Let's say there was meat on the bones, her tits being big! So big my instincts had me desperate to sink my head into them. But I took her shoulders, slowly turned her around, got real close and swirled my hands across her body. "Oh my god" is all I heard.
I was a little cocky "your new god is tweaking your right nipple" causing a pleasing little yelp of approval.
I could feel her right hand feeling around my junk, I could have stopped her. However, what was the point, I was loving it. It was at this point I sunk to my knees again, turned her around and started to eat her. The moans of approval just pushing me on!
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