One winter, we found ourselves looking after an incredible chalet overlooking the mountains with no one for a hundred miles around when there were no guests. Not long after our first tour we’d scoped out the furniture that looked like it could perform under pressure.
We were used to fucking all over the house, but the fact that guests would be sitting, sleeping, and probably also fucking on this furniture within hours of us gave us the first tiny taste of deviance. Little did we know how far that would take us.
I knew the guesthouse had to be cleaned. The guests were arriving at 3pm.
But I was horny. And not the type of horny that would be satisfied by a cum dump.
I was also anxious, because we were only just starting to dip our toes into our sexual exploration and I definitely didn’t feel like i deserved to have my needs met just because I asked. Lil, however, had been not-so-subtly hinting that she wanted me to take control in a big way, so I shoved my self consciousness deep down inside me and and focused on the fact that she wanted it this way.
‘Can we go up to the guesthouse now?’ Lil asked me, clearly dreading the prospect.