The laundry room was downstairs. Carli and I had decided to take a smoke break. We both needed to relax. She had a random thought at the beginning of the day that we should tease each other until the other one breaks.
This is the story of how I lost.
All day, Carli had been finding reasons to slip her tits out of her shirt. She only seemed to want to change clothes when I was in the room. Her breasts weren’t conventionally large, nust big enough to fill my hand, but on her very petite frame, they watched you just as much as you wantched them.
I knew what she was doing. It was a fun little game to her. She would start small and get less subtle, but she would find ways to tease me all day, hoping I would tap. Usually, she’d give in first and then get pissed off at me for not just taking her at some point.
The rest of the day featured small touches at work from her, me whispering into her neck when stealing kisses, her licking her lips while I spoke, me squeezing the meat next to her hipbone as I walked past. We were both on edge, and when we finally made it back to her house, we agreed to go to the laundry room.
It had perfect ventilation for smoking and a minifridge full of beer, so we would hang out down there most nights, chatting and absent mindedly scrolling on our phones.
Her foot was between my legs, every so often rubbing against my thigh. Once it got Carli’s desired effect, she would rub my newly awoken cock once or twice, then flatten her foot back to the chair.
As we played this game of cat and mouse, her phone rang. It was her mom. Now, there are two things you need to know.
1) Phone calls with her mom were never short and mainly were her mom talking the whole time while Carli listened.
2) I will gladly lose one game to win another.
Carli answered the phone and got up to grab another beer. I swooped in behind her and grabbed a fistful of her long chestnut brown hair.
“What? Seriously?” She whispered furiously at me.
I smiled and bent her over the washer. She propped herself on her elbows, saying ‘uhhuh’ every now and then to her mom.
I pulled her yoga pants and thong down, then shoved two fingers gently into her very wet pussy. She gasped and held the phone receiver, turning her head to look at me like I was crazy.
I brought my other arm around, placing my forearm across the shoulders and pushing her torso down onto the washer. My fingers pushed in and out of her quickly. She placed one hand over her mouth as I could hear her mom’s distant voice prattle on about her work day.
I pulled my fingers out and licked my first prize. Dropping to my knees, I pulled her bubbled ass cheets apart, and dove in. My nose pressed against her asshole, my tongue darted down the path my fingers had left and swirled in her.
Carli let out a tiny squeal and I could hear her head hit the washer, trying to distance herself from the phone as my tongue licked her from clit to ass.
After a few more squeals and close calls, I decided that the game was over. Standing up, I pulled out my cock and slid it into my girlfriend, starting out quick and hard. I could see her knuckles gripping the washer. Her phone laid next to her head where her mouth was filled with her palm, trying to stifle any noise.
I pounded into her cunt over and over until I could feel the familiar shake of her legs starting to gove out under her. She snatched up the phone and yelled, “Hey mom, I’ll call you right back” frantically before hitting end call.
Her pussy tightened around me her screams filled the basement, pulling every drop out of my dick with it. As the shaking subsided, she fell against the washer and I slid out, leaving her dripping me onto the floor.
After a few more moments of panting, she hit redial on her phone, turned her head to me and said,
“You really are an asshole.”
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