AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 455
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 455 - 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
“Hey, stud,” Zenya answered my call. “You don’t happen to, like, ‘know people’ in Vegas who could help with this whole thing, do you?”
I chuckled and cleared my throat. “I don’t know people like that, Freckles.”
Once again, I caught her up with that nickname, and I could practically hear her blushing as she wanted to glare playfully at me.
“I just got off a call with Cattie,” I continued. “Thank you for showing her how much you care, Zee.”
“She doesn’t deserve this shit,” Zenya sighed. “I mean, none of us do- well, OK, maybe there’s a case to be made that Heather has a right to be hurt about the whole thing even if she kinda dug her own grave. But the shit she’s throwing around in that statement is wild, and is threatening way more than just Cattie, or you and Cattie. She had a right to be hurt, not to be a...”
“Becca’s going with ‘cunt,’ I believe,” I smirked.
“I know too many Australians for that to be strong enough,” Zenya snorted.
“Maybe she needs a word all her own.”
“I’ll workshop some ideas,” Zenya chuckled, and then she sighed heavily. “I guess it was totally super fun to turn on your phone to all that?”
“The stewardess had to remind me to stand up and get off the plane,” I admitted.
That made Zenya snort again. “Is Cattie OK? We’ve been texting, but just texting.”
“She’s ... dealing with it,” I said. “And I gave her a stress-relieving task.”
“You told her to masturbate, didn’t you?” she asked, and I could hear her lascivious grin.
“I was a little more specific, but yes,” I chuckled.
“And what are you gonna tell me to do to destress?” she asked, her voice lowering into a husky range.
I grinned a little, hanging my head as I looked at the airport floor between my feet. Thankfully, no one had tried to come sit next to me on the bench I’d grabbed.
“Well,” I said. “That depends, Zee. How much stress are you feeling right now, and how naughty do you want to be?”
“Fuck, Tiger,” she murmured. That was her answer, and it was a pretty clear blanket admission.
“You’ve sent me some pretty fucking naughty stuff already, Freckles,” I spoke quietly into my phone. “You got me so fucking hard, multiple times, but I think tonight is going to be the first time I’m actually stroking myself to them. But I noticed there’s one thing you haven’t done yet, and that we haven’t done yet. So, before the end of the night, Zenya, I want a picture of you bouncing up and down with a dildo in that meaty, beautiful, bouncy ass of yours.”
“You want me to stretch my little butthole for you, Tiger?” Zenya asked me eagerly.
“I want you imagining it’s me fucking your tight little hole, darling,” I said. “You giving me that big ass until it’s gaping and you’re shuddering and your eyes are rolling back in your head as I maul those tits and work that needy little clit.”
“Fuck, Robbie,” she gasped.
“Are you fingering yourself already, Zee?” I asked with a chuckle.
“I’m fingering my ass already, Tiger,” she groaned. “God, I wish we’d done anal that second time so I would know what your cock in my ass feels like.”
“We’ll get there soon enough,” I promised her.
“Did you end up fucking those chicks on the plane?” Zenya asked, her voice cracking for a moment as she was clearly playing with herself on the other end of the call.
The middle of an airport was not the place to have phone sex, but I took another quick look around and saw that I still had at least a bit of a bubble of isolation around me. I quietly gave Zenya the rundown of what I’d done with Brittney and Blake, and what I’d seen Viv doing, and even sent her the pictures of Viv since I had them on my phone already. Zenya masturbated away, fingering both her greedy little holes and moaning into the phone as I told her some of the juicy details.
“OK,” she finally grunted. “Fuck, OK, I’m all worked up and ready to go. I’ma go get my dildo ready, and make sure I get some good shots for you and Cassidy. I better get those pics of Britt and Blake, though.”
“I’ll make sure you do,” I promised her. “Have fun, Freckles.”
“Get home safe, Tiger,” she groaned, sounding like she was standing up from wherever she’d been talking to me.
“Love you,” I said, then had a moment of panic because I wasn’t sure we’d said that yet. It had been a long fucking day, and I had a lot of partners, and I was losing track. And then I had a flare of panic over that, and how she deserved better than me forgetting if we’d said those very important words or not.
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