AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 450
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 450 - 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
There was a soft knock on the cramped airplane washroom door, and I poked it open carefully. Brittney stuck her head in, saw me, and broke into a nervous smile and slipped inside, closing the door behind her and locking it.
“Hi,” she whispered quietly, then snorted as she saw me awkwardly stooping due to the weird, short angle of the ceiling.
“Hey,” I chuckled, grinning at how she was once again blushing, and how she got embarrassed by her snort. “There aren’t many places or times I don’t enjoy being on the taller side, but airplanes are one of them.”
“I can see that,” she said, then bit her lip, looking around at our cramped little space. “So you changed your mind?”
“If you’re still interested, I’d be thrilled to have some fun,” I told her, almost saying ‘honoured’ but remembering I was supposed to not romanticise this too much.
“I’m interested,” she said. “Um, how do we...?”
“I dunno,” I chuckled. “We’ll have to figure it out.”
The one way to start was to start, so I stooped a little lower and pulled her into a soft kiss, which quickly developed into us making out again. Knowing we were on a time limit, I slid my hands down her back to grab her tight little butt again, lifting her up by it as she grunted in appreciation. Then I sat down on the toilet seat and started to undo her flannel buttons.
“Mmm, I wanna see you,” she murmured, tugging on my shirt.
We both stripped off our shirts quickly, and she took a moment to appreciate my body, running her fingers down my chest and stomach and raking me with her eyes. She seemed to like what she saw and came in for another kiss, but I stopped her as I took my turn to appreciate her, and then brought us back to where we had to stop earlier.
I leaned in and wrapped my lips around one of her nipples, sucking on the entire puffy areola and rubbery, stiff point.
Brittney gasped, then sniffed hard through her nose. “Fuuuuuck,” she hissed out. “Fuck, that’s it. God, I love that.”
I wanted to spend time with her. Hours, teasing those nipples. Massaging them, sucking on them, nibbling them until she was writhing in pleasure.
We had minutes.
I swapped to the other one, then grunted as I had to pop off and kiss her again. “We need to be fast,” I said regretfully.
“So let’s be fast,” she grunted.
“How’s that?” I asked, turning Brittney’s phone so she could see it.
“God, you look huge in my mouth,” Brittney laughed, trying to stay quiet. She had both of her small hands wrapped around my cock, and the picture was of her slurping on the head. One with eyes wide, the other with eyes closed. I think I liked the second one better because it conveyed how much she was enjoying this more naturally.
“Now you’ve got your evidence,” I smirked a little.
“Not all of it,” she smirked right back boldly, standing up and spitting on her fingers, then rubbing them on her pussy. We were both naked now, my pants around my ankles and her tights dangling from one of hers. I’d already seen her pussy back in the airport, but it was still a thrill to see it and her trim little bush. She eyed my cock as she rubbed herself, arching her pelvis towards me slightly as she got herself ready.
“Condom,” I said quickly, fishing down into my pants pocket and finding one of the little packages I’d stashed in there. It had been a little awkward, trying to do that without the guy in my row noticing what I was taking out of my backpack.
“Jesus, I was so turned on I wasn’t even thinking of that,” Brittney said, her eyes going wide for a moment. “Good thinking.”
I quickly ripped it open and started to roll it on as I eyed her right back. “God, I wish I could get my lips on that,” I told her honestly, looking at her lips getting squished around by her fingers.
“You eat pussy?” she asked, her eyes lighting up.
“Love it,” I told her, then chuckled. “If I could reach it.”
She bit her lower lip and pulled her fingers from her labia, offering them to me. I grunted as I took her wrist and brought her fingers to my mouth, sucking on them and tasting her juices on them. Brittney climbed up, awkwardly straddling my lap, as I sucked on her fingers, then groaned as she started to sit down on my cock.
The fun thing about fucking a tiny, flexible woman was that even in the tight space of the airplane washroom, we could still get a little creative.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brittney panted, her voice barely over a mutter under her breath, as I pounded my cock into her. We’d propped her little butt up on the edge of the sink built into the plastic walls of the small compartment and I’d finally gotten a quick taste of her as she’d spread her bent legs wide to either side and I’d dipped down to drag my tongue through her slick labia and rim around the entrance to her pussy that I’d just been stretching. Then I’d stood up and she’d pulled me into another kiss, even though her taste was on my lips, while I blindly found my entry angle and pressed into her again.
She looked up at me, grinning into the camera, and I took another picture.
I hadn’t even needed to ask to take more pictures; she’d suggested it. The blowjob one had been for the Scavenger Hunt, and the one of her riding me had been enough to prove that we’d ‘hit a home run’ and hooked up fully. This was gratuitous and purely for fun and for Cassidy.
“God, you’re pussy looks so fucking sexy stuffed with my cock,” I murmured to her, setting the phone aside again and thrusting deep into her.
“You cock feels so good stretching my pussy out,” she whimpered softly against my lips before we kissed. I ran my hands against the bottom of her thighs, then up her sides, and then found both of her sensitive nipples and pinched them both as I continued thrusting into her.
Brittney yelped against my lips and then kissed me savagely, trying to muffle her moans as she started to come, her knees pinching closed around my waist as I slowed my thrusts but didn’t completely stop. The condom definitely reduced some of the minute nuance that I could imagine feeling as she came on my cock, but I didn’t feel like I was missing out on too much.
The satisfaction was really in getting Brittney to come in under ten minutes.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” she gasped as she came down, blinking hard and then looking up into my eyes, our lips still brushing against each other. She blinked once, kissed me before pulling back. “Do you wanna come on my face?”
“The cleanup options in here aren’t exactly great,” I murmured, still slow-stroking her.
“Won’t need to,” she mumbled, starting to blush all over again. “I’ll wear it back to my seat. It’s only a few rows, and it’s just me and Viv on our side, so I can score the ‘walk around with cum on my face’ points, too.”
“God, you’re amazing,” I chuckled, then leaned in for another kiss as I started to fuck her faster, driving towards my own orgasm.
I wasn’t sure how exactly I was supposed to wait for Blake. The first issue was that, while I was likely used to it already, the tight little washroom probably stank of sex - maybe hot for the two people who just created that smell, but not for someone to walk into. Flushing the toilet wasn’t going to fix that. The second issue was that I was covered in sex. Brittany wasn’t a squirter or anything, but I had the taste of her on my lips and on my cock. I could do a bit of cleaning up, but not that much. The one-ply toilet paper and paper towels the bathroom was stocked with pretty much melted as soon as they got wet, so the only thing I could really do was use straight water from the rinky-dink little sink to rub my face and crotch and hope for the best.
And then there was the question of how much I should get dressed. I’d pulled my briefs up as I’d helped Brittany get herself back together, which had been a fun little moment of grabass, but now was I supposed to wait for Blake like that since she knew what Britt and I had just been up to, or was it rude to make it that blunt a thing? Was I supposed to pretend I wasn’t just fucking her fellow bridesmaid?
The fact that I was even having these problems...
I ended up pulling up my pants, but didn’t do up the button or the belt, and I put my flannel shirt back on, but didn’t button it up. That felt like a moderate compromise between staying naked and getting completely put together again.
Someone tried to open the door without knocking, and I almost had a heart attack as the door rattled, worrying I’d forgotten to lock it.
“Occupied,” I said.
They knocked out a classic ‘shave and a haircut’ rhythm, so I unlocked the door and opened it slightly. Blake pulled it open further and quickly stepped in, her eyes wide and already roaming down the open middle of my shirt as she bit her lip hard.
“Damn, this is wild,” she said.
Then we were kissing. Hard. Her hands pushing my shirt back off my shoulders and down my arms, mine grabbing her tit through her thin scrubs-like blouse and reaching back to grab her ass. She was wearing a bra, unlike Brittney, but I got the distinct impression it wasn’t just utilitarian.
“Fuck, this is hot,” she mumbled as I let go of her to shake my shirt off my wrists. Her hands immediately went to my waist and slid down inside my pants, searching out and finding my cock. Our kissing hadn’t stopped, and she moaned as I caught her upper lip between mine, sucking hard, before she pulled back and pivoted both of us so she was leaning back against the sink and mirror. “Is it weird I kinda find it even hotter that Viv gave you her stamp of approval?”
“She approves of me?” I chuckled with a grin.
“She said that she thinks Britt and I picked the perfect guy for this,” Blake said, pushing my pants down off my hips as we were looking at each other, and then getting her hands on my bare cock as it was about half-hard. “She also said if I really want this to be good, I should just tell you that you can’t pull my hair - I have extensions - but I want those big, sexy hands choking me. Not, like, choking me out. At least not in an airplane washroom. But- Uuuuh.” I interrupted her by putting one hand on her throat and giving her a squeeze the same way that some of my other partners, including Cassidy, liked. “Yeah, like that,” she grunted. “Maybe a little harder.” I gave her a bit more. “A little more?” she asked. Her next breath was kind of wet and actually constricted, so I backed off. “Fuck, I almost came from that,” she gasped, her eyes dilated and her chest heaving.
“Blake,” I said, easing off on her neck significantly for the moment and leaning close so I could put my lips to her ear, her one tit pressed against the middle of my bare chest. “You’re a freak and I love it. Push down your pants.”
She did that for me quickly, pushing them down her thighs, and I playfully snapped the elastic waist of her underwear without looking at them, then pressed my fingers down the front of them just like she had with my pants. I was surprised to feel a bit of a scruffy bush - she obviously hadn’t realised ahead of time that she’d be participating in a game like this before she even got to Vegas - and I distracted her from thinking about that by kissing her roughly again and giving her throat another squeeze.
Blake whimpered into my lips in an extended, vibrating hum as my fingers found her damp labia and scratched softly through her wispy pubic hair. I circled my middle finger around the fleshy little nub of her clit hood, then went deeper and found the hot little hole of her entrance and worked just the tip of it into her, tugging her softly with a tapping motion towards my palm.
“Oh fuck,” Blake suddenly grunted, squeezing my cock firmly with the hand she’d been stroking it hard. Her other hand had been bracing up against the angled roof of the little washroom compartment, but now she reached down and grabbed my wrist to stop my fingering of her.
“What’s up?” I asked, immediately backing off with my hand on her throat and pulling my fingers from her pussy and out from her underwear to rest on her lower abdomen.
“Sorry, I just- This is so fucking hot,” she said, blushing even through her fairly thick makeup. “We need to move our clothes.”
“What?” I asked with a confused smile, thankful that she hadn’t changed her mind.
“I’m going to squirt like a fucking faucet, man,” she said, eyes wide. “You’re fucking- Jesus, I’m tingling all over and I know I’m gonna be a fucking firehose. I hope that doesn’t turn you off.”
“Not at all,” I chuckled as I started to pull my feet out of my pants, and she did the same, both of us leaving our shoes on - better to get squirt on our sneakers than our socks, or go barefoot in a bathroom. I also moved my shirt up onto the toilet seat, and she quickly pulled hers off to reveal that she was wearing a very cute set of opaque, flowery lingerie. “You look gorgeous, Blake,” I chuckled as she struck a little pose when she noticed me looking. “Definitely not travel wear though.”
“I like wearing lingerie under my work clothes, and I forgot to bring a change when I was getting ready to leave from there to the airport,” she said with a smirk. “Happy coincidence you get to benefit from.”
“Sounds good to me,” I grinned at her, then leaned in and licked my way up from the edge of her bra, all the way up her bounty of exposed cleavage.