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Chapter 37: Lexi - The Celebration of Slut Feelings
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 37: Lexi - The Celebration of Slut Feelings - A couple of normal, if irreverent, middle class guys get the opportunity to answer the age old question: What would you do with your life if money was no object? While on a trip to explore a new city they make a discovery: A community of raging misogynistic 'Alpha' males who behave like frat boys and mistreat their wives. Suddenly they know exactly what their calling in life is. A collaborative writing project written from multiple character POVs by multiple authors.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slow Illustrated
10:34 AM. Not a bad time to wake up after getting back to bed following our pre-dawn adventure. I took inventory of things. Belly still reasonably full from the pancakes we’d inhaled at Lauren’s favorite diner after our stakeout. Naked under the covers, not necessarily bad, especially now that I was warm again. Partially still cuddled up with Ky, a definite positive.
Ky must have already been awake because he began to stroke my flank once I stirred. I loved the way his warm hand felt running down my side, over my hip and stopping at my upper thigh. I rolled over after a minute to face him. His hazel eyes met mine. I loved the way he looked at me - happy, playful, enthralled. I kissed him and scooted over a few inches so my chest was pressed to his. His arms encircled my torso, holding me tight to him.
“This right here, this is my happy place,” I whispered quietly into the crook of his neck.
“You know it’s always here for you, whenever you want it right?” Ky asked. “This has been a wild few days, that I wouldn’t trade for the world, but this is always here for you, babe.”
I felt emotions swirl in my chest. Happy ones. Ky was special. I had known that for awhile, but the last week had forced me to confront it properly.
We stayed entangled for perhaps 15 minutes until the realities of the human body took over and we had to get up to pee.
“Seriously, how long are you going to fucking take?” I whined. Ky’s urine continued to splash into the toilet bowl. It must have been going for at least 30 seconds.
“I tried to be a fucking gentleman and offered you first dibs, don’t get mad at me now,” Ky fired back. He was right, I had insisted he go first.
He did that little shake thing guys do and flushed. As soon as he was out of the way I planted myself on the seat and gushed into the toilet. Ky had retreated to the sink and began brushing his teeth, regarding me in the mirror with an amused eyebrow raised. I’d never peed in front of him before. I began giggling.
“I think you’re the first guy to ever watch me pee,” I noted, trying to control my laughter.
Ky spat out some toothpaste. “Lex, I truly don’t want to crush your spirit, but you pee like every other chick,” he said. There was a mirth in his eyes. I couldn’t help but start laughing again.
He averted his eyes while I wiped myself. I flushed, stood up and wrapped my arms around him from behind, resting my head against his back.
“Ky, I think I might have some feelings for you,” I said.
He spit the rest of his toothpaste out in the sink and began to rinse his toothbrush.
“Breaking news, girl who likes to sleep over with me at least four nights a week for the last two years may have feelings. Wild stuff. More tonight at 11,” Ky said, his tone joking. I lightly smacked him on the back.
“Oh don’t you even start with me you little devil,” he said and turned around so we were facing each other. “You damn well know I have feelings for you too. They may have come into greater clarity the last few days, but I’m still the dude who could barely restrain himself from telling you my biggest secret last weekend. Now brush your damn teeth so I can kiss you properly. After all that coffee you have the morning breath of a hyena.”
I laughed, gave him an affectionate squeeze while I pressed my head into his chest, then grabbed my toothbrush and got to work getting rid of my bad breath. I wanted some kisses.
I got my makeout session, and a whole hell of a lot more. As soon as I finished brushing Ky and I started to kiss. Our minty tongues wrestled in the bathroom and the passion between us picked up right where it had left off the previous evening.
Eventually Ky picked me up by the waist and I wrapped my legs around his midsection. He carried me to our bed, not bothering to stop kissing me. Normally I hated being carried, even though with my small size it was pretty easy. Any sensation of being manhandled made me anxious. That morning with Ky it was different for some reason.
He gently laid me down on the bed and moved between my legs. He began slowly kissing his way up my left thigh towards my sex. He stopped just short and switched to the other leg.
“Ugh, I’m turned on, you don’t need to do the slow build up,” I told him. I was eager to feel the wonderful sensation of his tongue on my pussy and clit.
“I don’t care, I’m doing this properly,” Ky said forcefully. I decided to let him take care of me. Sometimes it was ok to be pampered just a little.
Eventually Ky got to the main event. I was so aroused I could feel excess moisture starting to dribble down into the crack of my ass. He began with slow, methodical licks of my outer labia, slowly working his way towards my core. Ky could probably have written a master’s thesis on how to get me off with his tongue by that point and he was treating this like his final exam. It was a slow but steady build up and I was being launched into orbit with pleasure.
“Kyyyy, what are you doing to me?” I panted. It had to have been at least 15 minutes. I hadn’t cum yet, but the pleasure was incredible. I wasn’t far off.
“I’m rewarding you for choosing emotional honesty,” Ky said confidently. Not for the first time, I wondered how I’d gotten so lucky. I tell the guy I have feelings for him and he rewards me with some of the best oral sex of my life.
Ky knew when I was about to cum and he went to his signature move at exactly the right moment. Two fingers up my snatch, curled and pressing my g-spot, tongue bathing my clit. I squealed with delight as I had a massive orgasm that left me breathing raggedly.
“I fucking love making you cum, it’s so hot,” Ky said.
“You are insanely hot right now. Kiss me,” I requested.
Ky didn’t hesitate. He’d known for a long time I didn’t mind the taste of myself on his lips. Now he also knew why.
I felt a need burning inside me. Not for his dick, although I certainly didn’t mind it. The need that burned inside me was to return the favor. To make Ky feel just as good as he’d just made me feel.
“I want to fuck now,” I told him once I had recovered. “You can’t make me cum that hard and not let me return the favor.”
“Seems like a good deal for me,” Ky said, grinning excitedly.
“I like to think so, do you want to do it doggy? I know it’s your favorite,” I offered.
“No, I think I want to be making eye contact with this new Feelings Lexi when I cum,” he said.
That caused me an involuntary shiver of delight. My only regret was that I had taken so long to be vulnerable with Ky. It was going over beautifully.
Ky got between my legs and I sat up a little, so I could reach down and hold his hard cock. He knew how to insert it but there was something symbolic about feeding his member into my sex that I wanted. I sighed as he slowly entered, then bottomed out. I felt so full. And so good.
“You’re at like 105% hardness today,” I noted, squeezing his dick with my vaginal muscles.
“I think I might have feelings for you or something,” Ky joked. I laughed, but I also really liked how that made me feel.
Ky began to thrust. Not slow, but not pounding, a nice steady speed. It’s what I liked best and I knew he did too.
I was doing my best to be on my A game, moving my hips enthusiastically to meet his thrusts and putting my muscles to full effect when was deep inside me to increase his pleasure. I had always taken an interest in Ky’s pleasure; our mutual desire to get the other off was really a cornerstone of our relationship. That morning I felt something deeper though, it was almost like a compulsion to make him climax.
“Ky I want your cum. I want to be your number one girl. We can fuck other ones, but I want to be your number one. The one who fucks you the best. The one you can always come to for pleasure even when you’re tired or sick or frustrated or whatever.”
Ky’s eyes widened for a moment. What I had just said was far, far more possessive than anything we had ever tossed around, even in the deepest throes of dirty talk. But then he smiled.
“I’m ok with that,” he said simply. Fuck he was hot.
We kept going, we kept building up. It probably was less actual minutes on the clock than it felt like to me because I was so lost in the moment.
“You know what gets me off more than anything else, right?” Ky asked. I could tell he was getting close. I honestly wasn’t that far off either, although it was essentially impossible for me to cum just from penetration.
“I do. When I cum for you like a slut,” I said sassily.
Ky cocked his head to the side. I think he was thinking over how he felt about me using ‘slut’ - a somewhat degrading word in some contexts, but empowering in others. In this context it made me feel powerful. Beautiful, seen, and a little naughty.
“My slut?” he asked. I understood, we were subtly claiming the word for ourselves. I loved it.
“That’s right, Kyle. You’re the only man who turns me into a cum craving slut,” I told him.
“Show me, Alexis, be my slut,” Ky said. The usage of our full names had that strange effect on me again. This was serious, but in the most fun way possible.
My right hand went to my clit. I pulled my legs back as far as could, knees nearly to my shoulders, fully open, fully vulnerable, fully there for Ky’s pleasure. And mine. If he wanted a slut, I could do slut.
His pace increased a little, not pounding, but firm, deep powerful strokes.
I was there. I held my fingers in just the right spot on my clit as I came. My body convulsed. I felt like I probably looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care. It was too hot to be worried about appearances.
Ky also did not care if I looked stupid. True to his word, my orgasm initiated his, I felt the warmth of the explosion inside my pussy. I grinned in satisfaction. I had done a good job. I had returned the favor. I was his good slut.
We had a lovely, unhurried shower after our coupling. We both dressed in casual clothes then made our way down to the kitchen. I felt like I was floating I was feeling so good. We’d bought some breakfast food when we arrived on Wednesday but barely touched it since we’d picked up breakfast the last couple of days. Ky and I mutually agreed that even though it was 11:30 we were going to call this brunch and have some of the breakfast food.
Ky grabbed the loaf of bread and loaded slices into the toaster then started chopping fresh fruit. I mixed Greek yogurt with granola in a large bowl. Ky tossed the fruit he’d chopped into my mixing bowl then went to retrieve butter for the toast. While he was doing that I guess he started a song on his phone and next thing I knew we were bopping to the lyrics of Walking on Sunshine as we worked.
I knew it was hokey, but I couldn’t help myself, I felt my hips start to move in time with the music. Ky kissed me on the cheek and pinched my butt as he moved past me to grab plates and bowls.