AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 423
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 423 - Robbie doubts his fiancee Cassidy's story, but he can see the guilt she's been carrying. When they were young she became a User of the Affection Multiplier App. It gamified her relationships and she became addicted to the chase - until she realized how she was betraying Robbie and hit rock bottom. Now Cassidy intends to make things right. They are about to spend a week with her fellow cosplayers, and her only goal is to give Robbie the love and sex he deserves. He isn't so sure about this.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit Sharing RAAC DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Voyeurism
I came awake in a rush, and that rush was an orgasm.
My eyes snapped open as I almost choked on the grunt in my throat, and that grunt turned into a groan as the second wave of my release was eagerly milked out of me by a pair of sucking lips.
Somewhere under the sheets of the unfamiliar bed, a woman hummed a laugh in her chest.
Another wave of it rolled through me, sending shocks down my legs and making my toes curl as she gulped down the next rope of cum. Whether it was Becca or Wanda down there, I couldn’t tell, but I vaguely managed to hope she was ready for the volume I was giving her.
I rode out another three good waves of release, grunting through them. The last one, and the after-spasms as she slurped on the head and sucked me like a straw, were encouraged further as she jacked me off at the base of my cock with one hand and gently massaged my balls with the other.
“Oh my Holy Fuck,” I managed to groan as I felt the weight of tension leave my body, making me feel light as a feather and a little hazy.
Becca threw the covers off of her. She’d been lying on the bed on her stomach, between my legs. Somehow, she’d gotten my briefs down without waking me up and they were hanging off my ankle. Her silvery blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I had a cute view of her butt, still wearing those tiny panties from last night, pointed up at the ceiling as she made eyes at me while giving one last tongue-heavy slurp off of the head of my cock.
“Good morning, Tiger,” she grinned at me knowingly once her lips were free, speaking into my cock like it was a microphone. The blowjob may have ended, or been put on pause, but she continued to slowly work it with one hand, teasing me to stay hard.
“Good morning, Sugar,” I said breathlessly. “How- God, that was good. Where’s Wanda?”
“She had to get up to take Ralph out for his morning business and walk, and get him fed,” Becca said, slowly crawling up onto her knees as she continued to jack me off. “And she said that since we’d spent all evening focused on her, she would make breakfast for us while I make sure that you’re thoroughly rewarded for being an absolutely amazing boyfriend.”
“Well, I feel thoroughly rewarded,” I chuckled, then wiped my eyes. “How did I not wake up? And that was- Damn, Becca.”
She smirked a little, moving from hands and knees to standing up tall on her knees, baring her slender torso to me from clavicle to the low waistband of her panties. This meant that she couldn’t reach far enough to keep working my cock from root to tip, but she switched to massaging just the head like it was a walking stick she was testing out the hand–feel for. Her nipples were hard and pointed, and the light coming in through the shaded window cast a beautiful highlight across her left side that I was sure she’d want a photo of if she knew it was happening, but I was just as in the moment as she was.
“I know you liked it when I blew you on the trip, but I felt like I could do better,” Becca grinned a little, answering my unspoken question.
“What, did you get a blowjob tutor?” I asked with a laugh.
“Just watched a lot of blowjob porn this week to study up,” she smirked. “I didn’t even get to do the really nasty stuff. That needs you to be awake and watching.”
“I don’t know if I’d survive,” I grinned.
“Robbie,” Becca snorted, shaking her head. “You and I both know that you’d do more than just survive.” Then she reached down with her other hand and yanked on the gusset of her panties, pulling it down and then to the side, exposing her pretty pussy lips before knee-walking over my thighs and into position.
A tilt and dip of the hips, followed by a gentle reposition of my cock angle with her hands, and she sat halfway down onto it with a groan that closed her eyes and made her smile broadly.
“Fuck, Sugar,” I groaned all over again.
“Yeah,” she grunted softly. “Yeah, that’s good.”
We went slowly. I wasn’t sure what Wanda was making, but I hoped it wasn’t just toast and cereal because the toast was going to be cold and the cereal soggy.
I had an urge to fuck. I’d spent two days pent up after a solid week and a half of frequent sex. And the sex with Cattie and Cassidy before they left had been energetic, playful and sometimes athletic. I wanted to grab Becca by the hips and pull her down onto me as I drilled up into her, then roll us over and hammer into her until we were sweaty, gross and writhing.
But my girlfriends weren’t just bodies. They were all the same. And they certainly didn’t all like the same kind of sex, or were with me because I focused on my own wants.
Becca rocked a bit, pulling off of me an inch and then pushing down two more, breathing deeply as she ran her hands across my chest and then planted them for support. I responded by dragging my fingers down her outer thighs and putting my Magic Hands perk to work, then sliding them back up to her hips, higher to her waist, and then up her sides to cup and softly knead her breasts.
“Mmmm, Robbie,” she moaned softly, her eyes closing and her lips pursing as she continued to rock with her hips, wiggling me even deeper into her.
“Becca,” I gasped as she pressed herself down until she was sitting on my pelvis, burying me in her completely. Letting go of one of her tits, I raised my hand to her face and cupped her cheek. She smirked and caught my thumb between her lips, sucking on it for a moment as she met my gaze with a searing heat of her own.
We made love. It reminded me of that first time, on the top deck of the houseboat, when everyone else on the trip had gone hiking. We were slow and methodical, but that didn’t mean it was boring or lazy. We were hungry for each other in a way that was unique to us.
After that first orgasm she’d sucked out of me, I felt like I could go all day, but Becca hadn’t gotten hers yet and as she rode me with a focus on rolling and shimmying her hips, I took my thumb from her lips and brought it down between us, using the spitty, slick pad of it to press down where we were coming together and starting to tease her warm little clit hood.
Becca’s gasp of pleasure was music to my ears, and I doubled down.
“Robbie,” she grunted. “Fuck, Robbie, like that. Do that.”