This is a continuation from my previous post [on GoneWildStories](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j7giik/fm_f22_today_i_attended_a_meeting_with_a_facial/) and [FapDeciders](https://www.reddit.com/r/FapDeciders/comments/j7gh2w/f4fm_f22_fucking_my_flatmate_and_attending_a/)!
As before, here’s a [link to my current list of dares](https://pastebin.com/5R58AMfs), and [here’s a link to my original thread](https://www.reddit.com/r/FapDeciders/comments/j535cw/f22_f4a_control_me_and_my_outfits_for_the_coming) on /r/FapDeciders!
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General rules:
* Suck on a pen or a finger whenever possible.
* Stay naked as much as possible. This isn’t really a problem, since my flatmates are used to me wandering around topless, but I’ve been wearing my boyfriend’s clothes lately, so I’m escalating it to include a buttplug and/or a dildo today.
* Do my chores in a slutty maid costume.
* Wear nipple clamps in class. Tug on them whenever someone uses filler words.
* Pull out my buttplug at the end of every class and clean it off with my mouth before turning off my webcam.
Updates: I’ve photobombed A’s lecture once, and I’ve kinda photobombed S in this post? I wasn’t nude, but she sure as hell jumped.
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After lunch, I sat my boyfriend down with a task from Reddit, to list his top 10 pornstars.
“Pornstars?”
“Yeah, pornstars. Not TikTok thots. Or my friends. Actual pornstars.”
He frowned, deep in thought, as I put on a translucent top. My task would be to guess his top 10 for points, but that came later. For now, I had someone to tease.
I knocked on S’s door.
“Come in! I’m listening to a lecture!”
I strode in. S’s eyes momentarily bugged out, and she hurriedly switched off her webcam. I knew she liked this look. Soft, kinda bitchy, totally able to top you. “Hey S! Can I borrow something?”
“Um, sure! What do you need?”
“Can I borrow your ring collar?” I asked, smiling pleasantly. Her face blushed furiously. “My what?”
I’d heard from her dates that she has a thing for collars, but it was honestly a shot in the dark. “One of your collars! The one with a ring.”
I walked around her bed. “I need to borrow it for a Look! A choker’s fine too, but y’know…”
“Ummmm… what do you need it for?”
I stood beside her, and trailed a finger up her bicep to her shoulder, letting the silence bloom between us.
“… Stuff.”
She broke eye contact and looked down, pausing at my chest. I traced my finger down her collarbone, then up to her neck. “Would you like to see it?”
S nodded, then caught herself. Too late, babe. Your horny ass betrayed you.
“Well?”
She jumped to her feet and opened her closet. I leaned against her desk. While she was taller than me, she somehow had a smaller presence in her own room. I didn’t remember her being so submissive the last time we had sex, but maybe things changed.
S handed me a black leather collar, with a heart-shaped ring. I stepped into her personal space and rested a hand on her hip. With my other hand, I pushed my hair to one side. “Do you mind putting it on for me?”
If I were to transcribe the sound she made, it would look like SJKDFHSJKDF. I looked up, and flashed her my most innocent smile. “I wanna take some pics for a lady I’m dying to fuck.”
I could feel her hands tremble, as she cinched the collar around my neck. I rested my head against her chest. Her heart was thumping like a racehorse. I could part her legs at that very moment, but she deserved to be teased.
Once S was done, I took off my top, and put on my nipple clamps, feeding the chain through the ring. It tugged at my nipples a little, as I spun around. “What do you think, S?”
“You look… good,” she said. I laughed, as I wore my top. “Just good? How fuckable do I look?”
She shrugged, but I could see where her eyes were roving. I had her wrapped around my fingers. “Say, S, why don’t you help me take some pictures for this lucky girl? You’ve got an iPhone, don’t you? I’ve got an hour and a bit to my next class.”
So for the next hour, I posed around S’s room. Lying on her bed, standing against her curtains, sitting on her study desk. I toyed with her through the camera lens, making damn sure she knew how badly I wanted to fuck some lucky lady.
I scrolled through S’s gallery, as I sat astride her lap, picking out the final photos I liked best. I saved them into a folder, and used an artful shot of my face as I came as the cover photo.
“Done!” I announced. I handed S her phone, and locked it. I hopped off her lap, and left.
“Wait, but who are you sending it to?”
I ignored her.
“Lee! Wait!”
She’ll figure it out. Probably.
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Dares for Tuesday’s class:
1. Wear a backless dress, without a bra.
2. Guess my boyfriend’s top 10 pornstars. Edge every time I get one wrong.
3. Get fucked after class on camera.
4. Wear nipple clamps in class. Tug on them whenever someone uses filler words.
5. Pull out my buttplug at the end of every class/meeting and clean it off with my mouth before turning off my webcam.
6. Keep a dildo in the background at all times. For this meeting, it’s my Pearce and my smallest dildo, sitting at eye level on my bookshelf.
I hopped onto the Zoom link while zipping the back of my dress up. Within moments, my friends started texting me. “Damnnnn Lee, where you going?”
I brushed them aside. “We’re going out on a date later tonight!”
My boyfriend invited A, my male roommate into the room, and they silently sat next to my desk, out of view.
“A, can you confirm that all my porn stars are actually real?” my boyfriend announced. He’s got a future as a stage magician. I could imagine him fanning out a deck of cards and emphasizing that they’re a real deck of playing cards.
A nodded. “Duh, I helped you pick them out.”
My boyfriend waved him aside. “Alright, Lee, hit me! Guess as many times as you want, but you have to edge once every time you get one wrong.”
A’s eyes widened as my boyfriend nodded to himself. I frowned. “Are they on Onlyfans? Or just on Twitter and Reddit?”
A scrolled through the list. “They all have their own Pornhub account.”
I opened Pornhub on incognito, and hit them with the first 3 names that came to mind. Remy LaCroix, Riley Reid, Lexi Belle. Two right, one wrong! Gradually, I zoomed in on the shit he likes, and I stopped when I hit 8 edges.
“Don’t you wanna find the last few?” my boyfriend asked, as he casually passed me my big boy vibrator. A’s jaw dropped. I shook my head. “Nah, it’s not worth it. 7 out of 10 is good enough.”
“Five more edges,” my boyfriend offered. I turned off my webcam with a casual flick, and lifted up my skirt, pushing the vibrator into me. 7 inches long, 6 inches in circumference. A’s jaw practically dislocated. As I got myself seated on it, I restarted my webcam, and added a virtual background of a sunset, tinged red to hide my face as it flushed.
“A, you can make me a better offer, right?” I asked. My boyfriend turned to look at him and laughed. He knew where I was going with this. A glanced between the two of us nervously. “Three edges?”
I leaned forward, at an angle from my camera as I rubbed his thigh. My shoulder strap dropped off my other shoulder, and I pushed it back up. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
I cringed internally, but it was quite obvious A was thinking with his cock. My boyfriend clapped him on the back. “Anything you want. Are there any porn scenes you’ve always wanted to do? Fuck her up.”
I switched on my vibrator at a low level and sighed, as the lecture continued. My professor was droning on and his words were peppered with filler words, but I wasn’t actively paying attention. I tugged on my nipples in time with my vibrator, quickly building myself up to an orgasm.
“Can I fuck you?”
“That’s more like it,” I laughed. I edged once, keeping A on the edge of his seat. As he made eye contact with me, I flicked my gaze down at his crotch, and back up. “When do you wanna fuck me?”
A glanced at my chest. I was relatively sure you could see the vague outline of my clamps through the low-cut dress, so I leaned towards him. My boyfriend rubbed his back, between his shoulder. “You could fuck her right now, she won’t say no.”
“I won’t,” I echoed. “I’ve kinda wanted to bring you into my sex life ever since we moved in anyway.”
A’s jaw was currently on the floor. I didn’t think it could drop any further. I was quickly approaching my second edge, and I began to grind lasciviously against the base of my dildo. “This weekend?”
I glanced at my boyfriend and tapped on my wrist. Tonight? He nodded.
“Well, what if I wanted to fuck you tonight?” I asked. A’s jaw broke through the floor and accelerated towards terminal velocity. He blubbered something about how my boyfriend and I were going out for dinner, and I caught him. “After this class. You two can fuck me the moment class ends. Wouldn’t you want that?”
My boyfriend nodded. “I’m down for that.”
“I’m down for that too. This won’t be the first time I’ve fucked multiple guys at a time.”
That was the thing that pushed A over the edge, as he nodded furiously. Something in his eyes changed, from seeing me as an innocent hookup with a few odd kinks, to seeing me as a sexual object as well.
I edged for a fifth time, as the class took a break. I loosened the thread from my big toe and got up, clenching my dildo between my legs. My webcam blinked, as I walked to my closet and showed the class my bare back. It wasn’t a big deal, because most ladies I know wear backless dresses with nipple stickers, but not me. I picked out my makeup and carried it to my desk, setting up my mirror. I won’t bore you guys with the details, but it’s *interesting* to do my makeup and taking notes while trying not to cum.
A kinda hung around awkwardly in our room, scrolling through Twitter, while my boyfriend behaved himself for once. By the time class ended, the two of them had raging hard boners.
“You guys better not facefuck me and ruin my makeup,” I warned, as I held A’s cock. “But I’ll blow you guys.”
I knew my lipstick was blowjob-proof, but I wasn’t willing to risk testing if the rest of my makeup was facefuck-proof. My boyfriend leaned over, setting up my phone at the base of my laptop. We had my webcam taking a wide shot of our bed, and my phone taking a narrower shot.
I got off my chairs and onto my knees to suck A off. It was a decently-sized cock, but it was clear that he was at least an inch shorter than my already well-endowed boyfriend. No need to point that out though. My boyfriend nonchalantly stripped off, and changed into a dress shirt. He gestured at me. “Not bad, eh?”
A nodded, seemingly lost for words. I pulled myself off his cock, grinning like a cock-obsessed slut. “Please, I’m better than ‘not bad’. Tell him.”
“Lee’s good.”
I got to my feet, and motioned for A to join me on our bed. My boyfriend walked around the bed, and I raised my ass tantalizingly. He slid my dress up and pulled the dildo out, replacing his cock with it. I gleefully popped A’s cock out of my mouth, and cleaned my dildo off. From behind me, my boyfriend asked. “Have you seen this side of her though?”
I looked up at A, who pointedly kept his gaze up at my boyfriend’s face. He shrugged his shoulders. “A little? She was always low key a freak.”
My boyfriend smacked my ass playfully. “Low key? Damn babe, low key?”
I gagged, near the base of my dildo. I thought I was pretty vanilla! I flipped my hair, as I came off the dildo. “Yeah, he hasn’t seen everything. Like, you can fuck my ass if you want? Grab a condom.”
We paused for a moment as I grabbed my purse and handed him a condom. My boyfriend and I rearranged ourselves, as he laid on his back and I spread my cheeks. My asshole, mildly dilated by my buttplug, winked at A.
“Hang on, now? Can you fit both of us?” he asked, sitting between my boyfriend’s legs. My boyfriend’s hands shifted upwards, pressing my chest against him, and he grinned at me expectantly. I leaned my head aside, as he answered A. “She’s not going anywhere.”
I felt A’s hands grip my hip as he pulled himself closer. His cock found my asshole and he pushed into me with a pop. I felt that familiar tightness again, as A steadily pushed. My boyfriend’s cock began to feel tighter in my pussy, and he slowly bottomed out in me. I smiled widely at my boyfriend, and he gave me a chaste peck on the lips, whispering, “Always my favorite slut. You’re 11th on my list.”
I burst out laughing, before I caught myself and smacked him on his shoulder. The two of them started thrusting, and they eventually synced up. I could feel every inch, as my boyfriend pulled out of me and A pushed into me. Part of me wanted them to sync up, but it didn’t really matter. With my boyfriend’s cock pushing against my g-spot, I was cumming in less than 5 minutes.
My boyfriend pushed me up, and A gripped me by the shoulders. That was nice of him, but it really wasn’t what we intended. “Go on A, choke me. Choke me with your b-”
He gripped both hands around my neck like a vise and I moaned theatrically. I glanced down at my boyfriend, who was noticeably quiet. He nodded, telling me things were fine on his end with an expression, and we continued. Before long, A was getting close to cumming, and he slowed down. We took a moment to rearrange ourselves as the guys swapped places in me. My boyfriend angled us towards my laptop, as A took off his condom and laid on his back. My boyfriend gripped my hips with one hand and worked his way up my ass. He gripped my ponytail with a hand, feeling my pussy contract around him, and pointed at my phone. “Smile for the camera, Lee. Cum for the camera.”
I took embarrassingly little time to cum, as my boyfriend gazed proudly at me. While a part of me loved the way he degrades me, part of me just enjoys how much he encourages me to explore my sexual appetite. Even if that means an accidental threesome.
Eventually, they were ready to cum.
“Would you like to cum in me?” I asked A, between breaths. His cock twitched in my pussy, as they slowed down and synced up. I could feel myself approaching a third orgasm, but it wasn’t going to come fast enough if they were both trying their best to edge themselves with my holes.
“Anywhere you want, A,” I repeated myself. He nodded, almost as an afterthought. I squeezed his cock, and urged him, “Cum for me then.”
I watched A close his eyes, as he pressed his cock into me, trying to thrust deeper. My boyfriend slowed down, allowing him to ride out his orgasm, and A pulled out. My boyfriend raised himself up and I followed suit, letting A’s cock slip from my pussy. My boyfriend pulled out, and I sat on a towel we had set up. Before things could turn awkward, I went down on A’s cock, hungrily cleaning it up, and my boyfriend took off his condom. A looked around, trying to find a place for his eyes, before deciding to stare at me instead. With nobody to get in his way, my boyfriend plowed me to a third orgasm, before giving me a second load.
A got up, off our bed, and I turned around to face my boyfriend’s cock. As I stared at his messy cock, an epiphany hit me. I looked up at my boyfriend, who noticed my surprise, and shushed me with his cock. I could taste both their cum on his cock, and I could barely taste myself on it. In contrast, I could very clearly taste myself on A’s cock, and there was only the faintest taste of my boyfriend.
I plugged my pussy with my smallest dildo, placed my Bluetooth egg vibrator against my clit, and touched up my makeup. My boyfriend buttoned up his shirt, and tried to make small talk with A, but he shuffled off after a while. Part of me was surprised to find A uncomfortable with the thought of having sex in close proximity with another guy, but that wasn’t entirely unheard of. There was a certain degree of apprehension in A, in being balls to balls with another guy, or mixing his cum with my boyfriend’s cock. And while it was understandable and something we could work on, part of me found that mildly off-putting. It’s 2020, we don’t have time for internalized homophobia in my threesomes. Besides, I wasn’t gonna ask either of them to put their mouths on each other’s cocks for my own amusement.
But I digress.
My boyfriend and I left our room, and found S sitting by the kitchen counter, her notes spread around her. I strode up to her, and she hurriedly put down her phone, trying to look studious. I leaned against the counter, and S reflexively gripped her phone.
“Whatcha doing there, S?” I asked, smiling like a Cheshire cat. S gestured at her notes, and replied. “Oh hey Lee, going out for dinner?”
I nodded, adjusting my mask to cover the bottom half of my face. She was avoiding my question, but whatever. I checked my reflection, as I elaborated, “Yeah! [My boyfriend] got us a table for 2 at this wonderful burger and lobster restaurant 45 minutes out.”
I glanced at the clock. We might be running a little late.
S grinned, pocketing her phone. “That sounds niceeeee! Have fun!”
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“Hi! This is [my boyfriend’s name], and I have an appointment at 7.30pm! We’re currently running a little behind, so we might be 15 to 20 minutes late.”
I glanced at him from the driver’s seat. According to Google Maps, it was closer to 10 minutes. He shrugged, as he kept a cheerful tone with the restaurant, reassuring them that we weren’t speeding. Life pro tip: Never speed if you’re late. If you’re going to be late, a few extra km/h shaves one or two minutes off your entire commute, but it puts you at risk of fines, traffic accidents, and it worsens your fuel economy. It’s never worth it. Now go repost this on /r/LifeProTips for karma.
While it would have been sexy to finger me as I drove, I will not have sex while driving. My boyfriend entertained himself and talked about his classes, and I idly complained about filler words and professors who ramble on without end. For a brief 45 minutes, we were a normal couple, talking shit about the idiots in our lives.
The drive there and dinner went by in a flash. I had a wonderful lobster roll, while my boyfriend polished off a whole lobster. A whole lobster! I thought I would struggle with going out with a dildo crammed into my pussy, but spending time with my boyfriend always puts me at ease.
“What do you wanna do now?” I asked after dinner, leaning against a lamp post. “Gelato?”
My boyfriend frowned at me, from behind his mask. “Seriously? I’m stuffed. Let’s just stroll around.”
He slipped a hand into his jacket, and pulled out a small remote. My eyes widened, as he gave it a quick buzz. He brought the remote to my bluetooth vibrator! “We can entertain ourselves, can’t we?”
We kept up a low buzz, as we strolled towards the park. I held his hand, signaling how close I was to cumming by squeezing his hand, and as far as anybody was concerned, we were just a young couple. I kept my dress loosely covered up with a thin scarf, but it was clear to everybody passing us by that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
It took us fifteen minutes to reach the park. While we had fucked in the park, we hadn’t been to the park at night, and it showed. I led my boyfriend on a lit path, while he looked around like a tourist. To be fair, he is practically a tourist. While I’m sure he’s done his legal paperwork to live with me, he’s a grown man and he should know his own legal rights.
I looked around, before pulling him into a quiet nook I had scouted out beforehand. From this nook, I could suck a guy off with relative privacy, so long as he kept a lookout. I gripped his cock from outside his jeans, and explained my idea.
Dares for Tuesday’s date:
1. Fuck my boyfriend in public.
2. Cum in public.
3. Do a cumwalk.
He licked his lips, peering around. I picked a less popular path, and there was enough space to pull me off his cock if someone was coming.
It’s just that this was my first time fucking anybody in this nook. No big deal.
“Y’know Lee, this is awfully risky,” he muttered. I unzipped his jeans and fished his cock out.
“You don’t look worried,” I retorted. I jerked his cock to life. “See?”
“I don’t condone the behavior of my cock.”
I bent my knees and pulled down my soaked panties, easing the dildo out of my dripping pussy.
“Hold this for me?” I asked. My boyfriend gingerly gripped it by the base, examining it curiously, and fired back, “What do you wanna do with it?”
“I don’t know?” I muttered. “You’re a guy, you have big pockets.”
We shuffled towards a tree, and I set my purse down next to it. It afforded less of a view, but more importantly, it gave me something to brace myself against as he fucked me.
My boyfriend looked around.
“Well?” I asked. He motioned at my panties. A cute, black pair, that had been stained one too many times by cum. I gingerly pulled them off past my boots, wrapping my egg vibrator in it, and passed them to him. He balled them up, stuffing them in his pocket.
In any other setting, we would have taken our time. But at that moment? My pussy was dripping with two loads and an evening of pent up horniness. I wanted my boyfriend’s cock in me right fucking now, dildo be damned. He paused for a moment, before gesturing at me with the dildo.
“How long is this?” he asked. “Four? Five inches?”
I shrugged, annoyed. He beckoned me to lower my mask, and he pushed it into my mouth. I adjusted my position, and slipped it down my throat. It sat uncomfortably, not enough to obstruct my breathing, but enough to be a major pain in the fucking ass. He looked at me, concerned, and I nodded, placing the mask over it.
Like clockwork, my boyfriend slipped into character.
“Shush, whore. We don’t want the entire park hearing you.” His cock nuzzled against my pussy, before he slid into me, almost effortlessly. I groaned in relief and he smacked the top of my head. “I gagged you for a fucking reason.”
My boyfriend gripped one hand under me for leverage, and proceeded to pound me mercilessly. His other hand alternated between slapping me and gripping my neck for leverage, but my pussy couldn’t stop squeezing his cock. I shouldn’t have fucked him *before* dinner, because he fucked with the stamina of a bull. I came thrice to the sound of his voice threatening to whore me out to any passers-by stumbling upon us.
It was a heady mix of our kinks, as we egged each other on. I fucked back with vigor, not even caring if he was still keeping a lookout. Fuck it, I’ll blow anybody that walks past. Anything to keep cumming on this beautiful cock. My boyfriend’s beautiful cock.
And then I felt him grip my chin, pulling me up. He growled into my ear. “You’re gonna let me cum in you?”
I squeaked out something, muffled behind a mask and our makeshift gag, playing along.
“Mm, I don’t give a fuck. I cum where I want.”
He pulled out of me and spun my entire body around. I gazed up at his face as he jerked off, cumming two, three ropes onto my chest.
I yelped happily, helping him milk the last drops onto my chest, while I cupped my pussy with another hand. I pulled down my mask, and extracted my dildo, quickly plugging myself.
“I’m cold,” my boyfriend muttered. I squatted down and gripped the base of his cock with one hand, pushing my face down.
I glanced up at him, replying with my mouth full.
“Yeah, it’s better.”
I cleaned off my juices and any remaining cum from his cock while idly fucking myself with my dildo. It wasn’t quite enough to get me off, but I was close anyway.
He fished my panties from his pocket. “I’ll let you cum on the egg vibrator, but you’ll have to go bottomless.”
I wouldn’t be plugged. Two loads, dripping out of me, and onto my thighs!
Or I’d be forced to remain plugged, unable to cum without grinding on something like a common bitch in heat.
My boyfriend squatted down, his fingers finding my clit in the dark.
“You know you want it.”
I snatched the vibrator and my panties out of his hands. “Fuck you.”
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We strolled out, 10 minutes later. I could feel my pussy and my chest freezing in the cold night air. My boyfriend, comparatively dry and warm, whispered in my ear, as we crossed the road. “Doesn’t your dress ride a little high?”
I smacked his arm. The hem sat just above my knees. But now I couldn’t get that thought out of my head. Someone might notice the dried cum on my chest, or the streaks slowly dripping down my thighs. He dropped behind me, vaguely watching me as I walked to the gelato cafe.
A text message lit up my phone. It was my favorite asshole. “Don’t you wish you had your panties with you?”
“Or in you?” he added. An absolute fucking asshole. He’d wrapped my dildo in a condom and secured it in his sling bag, and he left my panties in my purse, knowing I couldn’t do a thing about them once we left our nook.
I turned a corner and continued walking. Head high, pussy clenched. No amount of kegels was gonna keep my pussy shut, but damn it I could try.
“Do you think people can smell your juices?”
“Ew wtf, that’s gross, [boyfriend’s name].”
But he wasn’t wrong. Surely people could smell the cum, even from behind a mask? But I was horny, and this crossed off something on my slutty bucket list. It was certainly something for /r/stupidslutsclub, but I think I’ll save an actual cumwalk for them when the pandemic eventually blows over.
“Gloop :)” he texted me. I frowned, and left him on read. Yeah, I was a slut, but he was definitely the stupid one in this relationship.
We eventually found ourselves in front of my favorite gelato cafe on this side of town. I tell everybody about this cafe. I’ve brought people on exchange here, I’ve brought my family here, and I’ve brought practically every single date in this city here.
And there I was, standing in front of it, with cum dripping from my holes and on my chest.
My boyfriend stood next to me, arms crossed. “I’m not sure if you can sit down without making a mess.”
I checked the weather on my phone. Cold as fuck. I locked my screen, and my nipples pointedly glared at me, repeating the same weather forecast.
“We’ll grab it to go then,” I suggested.
The staff greeted us as we stepped in. Every public health measure put me on edge, and I held my breath. Suddenly, gelato seemed like a bad idea. I tugged at my boyfriend’s sleeve. “Should we just buy a whole pint back?”
He tiptoed over the person in front of him, and glanced at the selection, as he pulled out a small knit bag from his bottomless sling bag.
“Sounds good! You pick.”
I headed to the counter, standing in line as I eyed the flavors longingly. I was an absolute sucker for fruits, but chocolate’s a classic. Would it be too sweet? What about a dark chocolate or a st-
“Hi, may I take your order?” I looked up at his name tag. Oh, it’s Jon!
“Hey Jon!” “Hi Lee! Haven’t seen you in a while! A cup?”
My mind flickered to me cupping my pussy, keeping the cum in me.
“Nah, I’ll get a pint!”
We briefly exchanged words, before Jon directed me off to the cashier, as he picked up a pint of strawberry cheesecake ice cream.
The cashier gave me a once-over, his eyes flicking down to my chest as he did a double-take. I resisted the urge to pull my shoulders in. If I did that, it would only confirm that my puffy nipples were starting to show. I carefully rummaged through my bag, pushing my soaked panties aside to find my card holder. I swiped my card and stood by the counter, as Jon bustled over to me.
“Here’s your ice cream!” he announced, shaking my head out of my thoughts. In a quieter voice, he asked. “You here by yourself?”
I considered saying yes, just to see where this would go. Jon had my number, but so did most of the regular staff. He was nice, and I was sure I could hook up with him, but I just wanted to get home, and out of this crowd.
“Nah, I’m on a date!” I said, gesturing at my boyfriend. He returned my wave with a smile and a half-wave. Jon stood up straight, and waved back. “Alright then! See ya around!”
I could feel them watching, as my boyfriend pulled my hip closer as we walked out the door.
I stood in the cold as my boyfriend unpacked a small towel from his sling bag. I didn’t want to ruin my driver’s seat, even if it was made of questionable faux leather.
I made myself comfortable, as my boyfriend hopped in beside me. He took off his mask, to reveal a grin as wide as mine. I laughed, hooking my mask on a small hook on my dashboard.
“A whole conversation with the staff, Lee?” he asked, incredulous. I shook my head, rooting through my purse for my panties. “It was mostly pleasantries.”
He shook his head, muttering about the balls on this bitch, as I uncovered my panties. There they were, a half-frozen mass at the bottom of my now-smelly purse.
I tossed my panties in the cupholder and stretched my back. “Shall we head back?”
“Wouldn’t you like to cum first?”
I glanced around the parking lot. It was past 9pm. The light from a solitary lamppost cast a golden hue on my wet thighs. Nobody was around.
I pushed back my seat and reclined, as my boyfriend passed me my dildo and the remote to my vibrator. “I’ll keep watch.”
I closed my eyes, trusting him to keep his word, and fucked myself. Imagining the new cashier and Jon cumming on me behind the counter. Pressing me into the ice-cold counter, treating me like a public freeuse slut.
I felt my boyfriend ease the straps down my dress, the soft fabric sliding across my nipples. He reached over, and with a helping hand, fucked me with my dildo. My hand wandered up to my chest, and my hips bucked against his hand lasciviously, cumming one last time tonight.
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We came home discussing the best way to defrost frozen genitals, as the pint of ice cream swung dangerously from my boyfriend’s hand.
“You’re back!” S exclaimed, leaning over the couch. She glanced down at my thighs, then at the pair of panties casually scrunched up around my wrist, and finally back up at my eyes.
She knew.
She frowned a little, before her eyes caught what my boyfriend had in hand.
“A!” she called. “Lee’s bought ice creammmm!”
A shuffled out of his room, dressed for bed.
“Hey Lee, hey [boyfriend’s name].”
I could tell he was still trying to unsee my boyfriend’s naked body, never mind the fact that he was in better shape than my boyfriend. I cocked my head towards A, and headed to him, as my boyfriend headed to the kitchen with S.
“What’s up?” I asked, leaning against a table. I could hear the two of them opening drawers in the kitchen. A shrugged. “Nothing much, just headed to bed. I’m going for a run tomorrow morning.”
I bit the bullet, looking A dead in the eye. “Are you weirded out by our threesome just now?”
He furrowed his brow. “What? No. No, of course not!”
I held back, letting the silence between us bloom.
“Uh huh?” I said, prodding at his abdomen, my fingers toying with the waistband of his shorts. “You know it’s normal to think about [my boyfriend]’s body right?”
A recoiled slightly. His cock drooped, telling me everything I needed to hear. I didn’t need to back him into a corner.
“Well, if there’s nothing, then good night,” I whispered. A paused for a moment at his door. “Good night Lee.”
He switched off his lights. I rejoined the two dumbasses in the kitchen.
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I’m not sure what else to post here, at the bottom of this post.
My week technically ended on Saturday (10/10/20 if you’re checking), but I’m slowly writing them up! This marks the end of Tuesday, so wow we have another 4 days of dares and stupid slutty sex-capades to go :P
If you have any ideas or outfits for me to do, please feel free to drop me a DM, a PM, or even comment on one of my posts! I’m a huge fan of public dares, exhibitionism, and oral, so between the few of us, we should be able to come up with a dumb idea or two. ^^
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j9to6o/f_ff_fmm_ff_f22_a_tease_a_threesome_a_cumwalk