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Game of Thrones: The Sexing of the 7 kingdoms by Jon snow/Targaryen. Chapter 1- Catelyn Tully / Stark

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CHAPTER 1

Catelyn Tully/Stark.

“All hail king Jon Targaryen. First of his name, ruler of the seven kingdoms…….”

Jon snow or Jon Targaryen as he was called these days, switched out of the various titles the squire was proclaiming to the people as the high septon placed the newly forged Gold and Ruby encrusted crown on his head. A few years ago he had only been a guard of the nightswatch. But after saving the kingdoms from the threat of the White walkers, he had been proclaimed a hero.

The Civil War that had erupted in Westeros hadseen many of the opposes to his claim as king dead before they could even meet him in battle. Stannis and Renly Baratheon, Joffrey Lannister, all were dead. And then came the day when he had summoned 7 giant ice dragons from the north. Then people knew that he was the child of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyaana stark.

He had a legitimate claim to the throne.

And so there he was.

He had cleaned up the cities, brought murders and rapes to a standstill and corruption to a grinding halt. The royal coffers began to overflow with gold as he conquered land outside of Westeros. The narrow sea was crossed and conquered. The Dothraki beaten and pledging fealty in word, Jewelry, Gold, Horses, Women and slaves. The free cities bowed to him and his dragons and none stood against him.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t. They just didn’t dare to do so. Jon’s rule was the best in history. Peace reigning in both Westeros and the kingdoms across the narrow sea. With little to no blood shed. It was a miracle. But even jon knew it wouldn’t last. He needed it desperately to do so though. He hated war. And didn’t want to fight another.

To this end, he had an idea. An idea that would “hopefully” Keep the peace and gain a little payback and loyalty for jon as well.

He would begin immediately.

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Catelyn Tully was one of the women jon had found a resentment for. Growing up, she had belittled him for his bastard status. She always favored her children more than him, thinking he was ned’s child with a whore. Even after revealing his Targaryen status, she had not even made an apology. It hurt him. Not enough to hate her but be irritated. But there was one thing jon could not deny.

The red haired tully Milf was fertile as fuck. At 28 she was still a beauty. Her long flowing red hair, her pouty soft lips and those huge breasts and exquisite form. She had been popping out stark babys every year she had slept with Ned Stark. And she still had ten years to go before bearing children would be difficult, not impossible or stopping mind you, just hard.

He was going to use that perfectly.

There she was, on the small council as master of laws. Her dress hid her lustful body from view, but having grown up in winterfell and seen her naked sometimes, he knew the delights hidden by the beauty. When the meeting came to a close, he called lady stark to the throne room for a private conference, then ordered his King’s guard to lock the main doors and admit no one.

He had work to do. And he started by ripping the top half of Catelyn’s dress, unleashing the surprised milf’s huge breasts before taking a hold of her thick red tully hair and mashing his lips against hers.

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Jon knew that he should have been disgusted at the actions of taking a woman who had raised him, but his mind was on other thoughts. His inner dragon didn’t care for all those logistics.

It was telling him to take her, to take all of them as his. All the women in the seven kingdoms and beyond. It didn’t care if the women were family or not. Evil or good. As far as it was concerned they were fertile and ready to breed, that they would give him strong offspring. Just like catelyn tully would.

Jon wouldn’t lie to himself. He was attracted to alot of women, he knew he wanted to fuck all of them, to make them call his name out in pleasure as they came while he planted his cum in their wombs. To see them pregnant with his child.

And it would start with this Tully slut.

Catelyn moaned in pleasure and disbelief. Jon was fingerings her wet pussy hard as he alternated between kissing her deep and senseless while sucking hard on her D-cup breasts. It was amazing and she didn’t want it to stop.

Jon stopped sucking her breasts and returned to kissing her deeply. He couldn’t get enough of her soft pouty lips and warm tongue and needed more. Her mouth was warm and wet, shortly after their tongue’s were in an erotic dance together. She would lie if he said he didn’t enjoy this. It was a long kiss, but they had to pull back, much to cat’s dissapointment. Once jon had gotten the air he needed he quickly went back for a second kiss.

He let out a groan once he felt her soft delicate hands grabbing his dick, out of instinct he
brought his hand up and squeezed her right breast. “Go ahead my king. Do what you want with them.” Catelyn moaned after she had pulled back from the kiss and was whispering in his ear.

Jon knew he had the milf slut if she was asking him to suck her tits. Cat in the other hand had deneme bonusu veren siteler come out of her lust addled state to think for a few minutes. If jon fucked her snd quickened her womb with his child or children, she could become queen or at least have a bit of influnce over him for his gratitude over her carrying his heir. She could gain much for house Stark, Tully and the north. They weren’t related so it would be fine to bear his seed. She would allow him to continue. Jon on his side didn’t care. His excitement reaching maximum, when
brought his mouth down and eagerly started to suck on her left nipple, while his hand was
squeezing her right breast.

He couldn’t believe how good this felt. He loved sucking in her nipples while she stroked his dick. It really felt like he was in one of the seven heavens. After all her ignoring him for all his years, it felt right and just that she should pleasure him and bear as many children as he would breed her with.

She could feel Jon’s’s dick was starting to leak. “Jon…please stand up. Let me pleasure your cock for you” She said and he didn’t hesitate to so, cat got a bit embarrassed though when she saw how much salvia there was on her breasts from all that sucking.

Jon watched with great vigor as Catelyn brought her tongue closer to his crown. He groaned when he felt her tongue on his lower head, she gave a couple long lick from the head down to the base and up again, then she twirled her tongue around his lower head. Before she finally took the head into her mouth.

Jon couldn’t believe how great this felt.He couldn’t think straight all he knew was the great feeling as Catelyn bobbed her head back and forth on his dick. Even her tongue massaged his dick. This went on for about a few minutes, her mouth and tongue feeling so incredible.

Cat was experinced but couldn’t take his whole length everything down, not only was he 6 inches at the age of 12 at winterfell, but he was also quite thick. Having grown another 3 inches, it were a perfect match. Almost is if those soft red lips were made for sucking him off.

But jon hadn’t had a blowjob in ages, so it didn’t take long before he felt his thick cum begin to boil and ready itself to shoot. “S-sshit, I’m cumming, Tully whore!.” He told her.

She pulled her head back until she only had the tip left in her mouth she brought her hand up to his shaft and started to pump vigorously. Jon was snapping after air, when his orgasm
finally kicked in. He grabbed Catelyn’s auburn hair roughly, as he could hear her gulping all the thick virile semen down. When she finally pulled back a small string connected from his lower head to her lips.

She proceeded to clean his length, sucking it of any sperm left before bathing his balls in hot spit and sucking gently on them.

“Such a whore you are, lady stark. Now I’m going to fuck you like a whore. And I’m going to make you bear my seed. Please me and your power could rise here.” He told her as she nodded. “As you say my king. I shall be honored to bear your children.” She said, her lust at its climax knowing what was coming as she went onto the cold floor and lay on her back. But John needed to punish this milf bitch for her years of neglect. It was amusing to see her eyes widen as he removed a long length of rope from behind the throne and move towards her……

Catelyn had her legs in the air apart and slightly folded on her chest, her hands tied above her head. Her eyes were burning like fire, filled with longing for his cock while her red hair formed a halo around her face that displayed the characteristics of a bitch in heat. Her two huge mountains pointing up while her pussy was wetter than ever preparing it for its imminent penetration.

Jon didn’t want a reluctant whore so he made catelyn sure of her choice.

“Tell me bitch, you are ready to cheat on your husband’s memory? Cheat on Ned Stark, the man who raised me?. To become my whore and bear my children whenever your king commands? To Bee fucked by a real man for the rest of your days?”

She did not even hesitate.

“Yes jon. I swear I’ll serve you as a whore for the rest of my life ! I’ll lick the cum off your feet if you ask ! My stomach will serve just as breeding ground for our children! I would be your submissive slut ! Everything and anything to serve you my king!” To prove her words she tried to remove even more the thighs and hips forward to be prevented by the rope.

Jon smirked in triumph at her words as she blushed. When has she become such a whore with words? She wondered.

” Get ready then, Tully whore ! I’m going to fuck your pussy until your hips give out and that your cunt takes the form of my cock and your pregnant with my child. A nice wolf child to replace Robb and the others. Something to give your fish whore relations hope when they hear your bearing the King’s child. And you won’t be the last. I think Aunt lysa and Sansa would be less lonely with a child in their bellies.The north will need plenty assurances of power in the seven kingdoms and what says power like a royal heir in the womb of a leading female in your deneme bonusu house. ” He laughed, finally, she was totally his.

Digging his hands into each of Catelyn’s creamy hips, enjoying their smoothness and noting how good for birthing they were. Plenty of heirs would be coming from catelyn tully, no doubt about it. He released his dick from the confines of his trousers and in one smooth motion he sheathed his huge cock in pussy, her juice soaking his length as he delighted at her words. She had given up her reputation to be his whore, just as planned.

Jon was surprised, her pussy was beyond tight. It was like being caught in a vise, only excess lubrication allowed him to sheathe half his cock in her pussy. Its powerful meat harpooning the closed canal, despite this it was not powerful enough to fit all of a sudden in a mature cunt that seemed tighter than a virgin. He was going to go all the way or break this whore bitch in the process. He continued momentum leaving his head of his cock engorged at the entrance and threw even more cock into her tight passage. He moaned in pleasure, still happy that Catelyn’s juices that had been released from her womb began to flow along its canal facilitating Jon’s cock’s passage into and out of it’s folds.

“Yeeesss ! It’s so good! By the SEVEN ! It’s so huge.” Catelyn wss amazed she had never thought to be stretched like this, not even by Ned. It felt wonderful, the feeling of her pussy and its canal being stretched to their limit. Any feeling of pain that could have existed because her pussy was hosting something so solid was washed away by the pure excitement that transpired in every cell of her body. This last stretch was not torture, it was a release. How she could feel insignificant and pathetic thing her dead husband called a dick? Here was a true wolf! A dragon! Born of fire and ice! By the old Gods! No wonder lyaana ran away with Rhaegar. Jon’s father must have had a cock the size of a horse!

This thing was a monster, her pussy finally had what it needed, a cock that can tear it in half and knock it up good. When she felt a more inches move past her hips her eyes widened. Was that not it ? Her pussy seemed literally packed so he had stuffed with meat and he still had to more to give it? She tried in vain to help jon, trying to push him in fully but it was a lost battle, she was too bound by the rope. She was just a whore to use as he saw fit. This loss of control was all she needed. She just left it to her new lover and king to do what he wanted with her body.

Jon meanwhile was slamming his cock in his former adoptive mother’s tight pussy. He was slamming into the red haired bitch like a battering ram, smashing his balls in the attempt to cram as much of his cock in her. This cunt made him mad and was the tightest, hottest thing he ever fucked. And in a final effort he returned his cock fully into the unjustly tight pussy of this bitch. Pressing against her cervix in the process.

He could see the bulge of his cock in her tummy so he had forced his cock into her stretched canal. Catelyn’s Folds were adjusting they were engorged obscenely around his cock, forming an almost perfect circle to try to take the full width of Jon’s penis. She recognized that he was impressed.Not one of the whore he had taken were able to take his cock completely and as fast. This comforted in the idea that Catelyn was born just to serve his cock and bear his children,taking his huge dick in her pussy forever. Her dead husband was nothing compared to this.

Cat saw all white, nothing mattered, just the feeling of her pussy tightening the massive penis. She could feel her vulva barely fit around the monster in it. She could feel every vein wonderful gracing the cock of her king. She seemed to know it’s size, width, hear Jon’s heartbeat through. She felt as if he gave her a huge honor, she knew every inch of his divine cock. She felt the glans of her king slamming against her cervix, she did not even know that was possible so far, that feeling of her cervix being stimulated maximize the feelings of pleasure that ran through her body.

With a grunt jon led his balls deep back in catelyn, drawing a strangled cry of pleasure as her tight pussy was forced open by the passage of the huge cock. It was incredible, intense heat and the way her velvety walls tightened around him was indescribable. He was going to milk it for all it was worth until it begins to age and then he would replace it. He was the son of the Rhaegar Targaryen, a king. He did what he wanted. He proved it today with, fucking this voluptuous redhead whore, his own adoptive mother who had not even resisted honorably, wanting the powers that came with being his whore and bearing his child.

“By the old gods! Your tearing my pussy in half ! ” catelyn felt his big balls slamming her buttocks, making a wet noise due to the fountain that was her pussy. Despite its padding in her ass she could feel every impact. The hips of her master make rattling noises flesh against flesh almost constant noise in the empty throne room. She felt her pussy spasm with every second, embracing this huge cock. Trying to milk his sperm from his big balls, thick juicy and delicious sperm directly into her uterus.

“That’s right you bitch, your pussy is still adapting to my dick. ” Catelyn knew he was right, she felt her pussy literally be destroyed to be remodeled at his convenience. He had taken possession of her canal so it would work for its future use. She wanted to fuck it, like this forever.

Jon’s speed had increased, and he was slamming into her with even more force. He pierced her pussy deeper with each thrust, drowning even more in pleasure. When she felt a particularly painful tightening in the breasts, she felt a liquid being expelled from her nipples. Through her eyes became blurred, she saw something white flying in the area before falling on it. She felt a few drops fall on her slutty mewling face and especially in her open mouth. Smelling liquid land on the taste buds she identified it right away. Milk ! Jon had fucked her so much he had pulled the milk from her tits ! It was never there !

“You love this bitch ! You love my big cock demolishing your pussy ! ” Jon growled, he was proud of her endurance. He could feel his cum in his balls churned, wanting to fill the belly of this tully whore. He felt the best orgasm of his life would happen fucking this redhead tully MILF who was lying and tied like a slut in front of him.

Jon groaned as he felt his cock reaching its limit. He was proud of his endurance, but he was not a machine. Approaching forty minutes from fucking this tight pussy of this bitch was just too much. So he finally growled and slammed his cock deep into his new property, feeling her cervix open allowing his penis to go directly into her sanctuary releasing his cum in pussy of this hungry bitch.

“That’s it tully bitch! Take all my cum in your fucking womb and get pregnant!” Catelyn shouted at the top of her lungs as her cervix opened to accommodate as much fertile seed as possible. She could scream in pleasure as bucket after bucket of sperm was emptied in her most sacred place. His semen flooding her belly and coating the walls of her delicate uterus.

Jon sighed feeling Catelyn’s pussy suffer spasms trying to milk as much of his sperm. She was not satisfied? He had the most powerful orgasm he could remember, cumming a full minute in her tight pussy and pouring more sperm than he did in one day. Was She addicted to his cock so much? Groaning, he pulled his cock out slowly from her pussy, the walls of its canal clinging to him not wanting his dick to leave.

With a ‘pop’ sound, he managed to get out of her pussy,a sperm line from his penis to her vulva still attached. Casually wiping it on the fucked stupid tully’s round and creamy ass, he could see his thick, sticky cum began to flow from her canal like a river of lava due to heat and viscosity. Looking at his limp dick, he had no chance to become hard tonight, but after all it will still be there in the morning. He looked around and as if by some trick of fate found a small tully flag with a thick hilt. He took it and eased it into her cunt, trapping his sperm inside her and ensuring the quickening of his sperm inside her womb. The flag unfurled to show the tully banner of a fish and the house and jon would have laughed himself to see what he would describe as the conquering of the tullys.

Glancing at the bitch that he had blown his mind, he drank the details of her body, resulting from their brutal fucking. A strong and powerful, elegant lady of the north? A woman and loving mother? She was nothing more than a new whore of his cock ! Her face had her eyes half close, foggy as if she was in a haze. Her tongue hung from her mouth and she gasped steep way to try to catch her breath, perfectly imitating a dog bitch. It is she already had her new role in her mind.

Her face was covered with saliva and white point resulted milk that had fallen on her. Her breasts rising and falling rapidly due to rapid breathing, causing them to tremble, also had milk flowing lines along still fed by her breasts could not seem to stop producing milk. Her pale skin was covered with a thick layer of sweat making her even more attractive. Her cunt was wrapped obscenely around the hilt of the small tully flag and try to go fully inside her. Her thighs had dried blood where he had dug his nails too harshly into them. And by stepping back on where he had been kneeling was literally soaked in the juice of the bitch, her ass had impact marks on her hips and was dripping from pussy juice giving it a bright glow.

Seeing her flowing red hair made his cock twitch and a wave of lust roll over him. It seemed he had a lust for redheads. A royal visit north to see aunt lysa and Sansa wouldn’t be so bad in about 6 months. The fruit of his and Catelyn’s fucking would be showing by then and maybe it would be good for the other two redheads to see their Sister/Mother made docile and humble by his child in her belly. Lysa needed a new heir anyway. That sickly boy would do no good for house Aryn and would be replaced by Jon’s superior offspring. And he wanted Sansa in King’s landing. A child…HIS child in her womb would bring her here for good. The karstarks could care for winterfell till her child was 18 and ready to rule it.

And the ladies of the other houses…..Hmmm. He had lots of work to do. And he would enjoy it.

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Choosing My Sister’s Partners Ch. 06

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“Hey look at you girl!” I embrace her warmly and she absorbs my cuddle with an intimate tone and a soft gyration of her pelvis towards mine.

“Elpy so good to see you again,” Alison returns to a less intimate, arms on sides embrace as we set eyes on one another.

“I’m so sorry Ali, I wanted to help and take you guys to the clinic this morning but I got utterly sidetracked, I feel quite bad!” I follow her through to the kitchen diner as we talk.

“Ohh, don’t worry about us girls, we are naturally organized. Heading down there in about 15 minutes, so…!”

“Oh, great, Marsa as well?” I ask as we enter the kitchen diner and both Eilidh and Marsa are sat casually on the couch browsing their phones. Marsa looks up at me with a mixture of lust and sternness.

“I can’t believe you stupid!” She stands and seems cross with me, although it feels a bit staged. I begin to apologise for being a mindless stud yesterday. But she doesn’t even let me say one word. Eilidh lets out a giggle to suggest this is a prank.

“You left us all here after all what happen? Asshole!” Her polish accent sounds extra cute in anger as she takes me in her arms and her cheek brushes past mine to complete into a soft, intimate embrace.

“Marsa…” My voice is regretful and softly apologetic. She begins to laugh a little at how solemn I am being.

“So who feels nicest inside from us three?” She talks in my ear, letting me know that she has full knowledge of my sex with Eilidh and Alison. I’m lost for words for a moment before thinking fast.

“Too hard to choose, I’d have to try a few more times.” I make sure my hand touches inside her thighs as I talk about her and her friends as though they were samples on a tray. She giggles softly as she manages to peel herself away from me. I find her personality magnetic. Eilidh also gets up and moves in for a cuddle. Her embrace is more explicitly sexual as she takes my right hand and rubs it across her lower abdomen, rather close to her mons pubis. I give her more than she bargained for by sliding my hand under her skirt and panties and running my fingers over her mound. It’s so soft and firm and I just feel where it falls away to become her clitoris, the gentle valley of pleasure slipping away from reach.

“So, can I come with you guys to the clinic? I want to be a support.” I manage to remove my hand from Eilidh’s pussy before things get sticky.

“You better had!” Marsa looks on as my hand pops out of Eilidh’s waistband.

“Me and Marsa are getting the normal pill as well, we’ve been talking about it this morning…” Alison says.

“I foresee a lot of incredibly happy, blissed out men in your futures.” I prophesize.

“Um, so we were talking about stuff and,” Eilidh begins.

“We want to be yours only…” Marsa finishes.

“Ooh…What?” I state pure disbelief at their idea. I frown at the impossibility of these girls wanting such a limitation.

“It’s just this is what we want.” Alison affirms.

“But… Me and my sister? She comes first to me, I am in love with her.” I explain.

“You got me into same sex stuff for the first time… That’s special.” Eilidh grabs my arm as she talks.

“You are my first man, as well as getting me my first girl, in my first threesome, for the first time.” Alison explains.

“Elpy, I want no other man than you for intimacy. Any less just won’t do me.” Marsa explains. I process this madness for a moment.

“Girls, please, you should reconsider. I’d never hold you to your pacts… now or ever.”

“This is our choice.” Eilidh nuzzles me with her nose and mouth in my neck and presses my skin between her lips. I stand there and reciprocate Eilidh’s affection by kissing her forehead and pressing her breast down gently with an open hand. Realising I can’t convince them away from their chosen devotion, I breathe out through my nose slowly.

“I hope I can be what you need me to be, then.” I relent and accept their selfless commitment to me, knowing I am not worthy of the devotions of 3 girls, and my sister as well. But I won’t try to control that which I cannot.

“Yes! And we will do anything you ask…” Alison squeaks and comes over to me to join the embrace. She paws at my ass and tries to kiss my lips. I accept her advances and allow her to play with my bum. I squeeze her lower lip between my own for an earthly kiss. Marsa steps between them in front of me and moves in, taking my free hand and placing it around her loosely covered breast.

“So this whole flat will be full of us all just for you. Even your sister soon too!” Marsa presses her chest into my hand and her breast feels soft and substantial.

“I can’t say in a trillion years this would happen to anyone in history, ever.” I muse at the impossibility of my luck. I move my hands between the three girls breasts, lofting and squeezing them through their blouses.

“This canlı bahis helps us, for our studies too. We don’t waste time looking for stupid men with low chance of being worth the time, we just wait to meet your needs and we can focus on studies around that.” Eilidh’s rhetoric is… Sound.

“Huh. That works I suppose. Nice to have a practical reason to help me feel justified in that which I am not worthy.” I iterate my lack of self esteem for such attention.

“Just as long as your sister accepts us too…” Marsa adds.

“Well funny thing about my pact with Jenna… We can only be together for 1 day after I find her one mate to have for a day. That 24 hours I get to be intimate with her resets before having to find someone else to agree to breeding her, after which I bring him to her, and wait 24 hours again. It seemed like a fun idea at the time, but now I just want the freedom to be with her whenever.”

“Revise the pact, if you both agree then it’s changeable I think.” Alison pipes up.

“And until then, you have us to play with in between times.” Eilidh presses her bum against me as she flirts.

“Oh! Let’s go to the clinic now! Time is going on!” Marsa out of nowhere makes for the door and ushers us out. As we pass the door to my sister’s room we glance at each other and sneak over for a listen. Sure enough, I hear her soft voice moaning substantially as she undoubtedly receives erect phallus inside her repeatedly.

“Damnit, I wish to be with her, her voice moaning like that…” I lament at how close I am, yet not there still.

“Hey, you’ve still got us to keep you company!” Eilidh slips her arms around my chest from behind as I pine towards Jenna’s bedroom door.

“Thank you so much girls, I’d for sure have gone crazy by now and kicked her door in, breaking our pact…”

“Hey, let’s go to the clinic already!” Alison opens the door into the stairwell and the girls file out with me in tow, their 3 backsides distracting me somewhat from my thoughts of Jenna.

As we walk 2 by 2 along the street, the girls rotate randomly so that they all get a chance to walk beside me and hold my hand. They encourage me to put my hands on their butts, thighs and chests and the journey is done before I know it. We walk in to the clinic and I lead the way in to escort the girls to the reception desk. Eilidh stands warded in my embrace while Alison and Marsa check in before we move off to the waiting room. I catch the reception lady looking at Eilidh and I with a bemused, disapproving squint as we enter before sitting at the corner of the long green couch that spreads around most of the waiting room. If she knew the half of it, I think to myself. There are 3 other people already there, meaning we could be waiting a little bit. Marsa and Alison manage to have me between them, temporarily putting Eilidh at odds not to sit next to me. her However, still sat next to her friend with new benefits, Alison.

There are 3 women, perhaps around my age that are currently in the room with us. They attempt to feign aloofness at a man their age walking in with 3 fresh university girls, and how we are sitting rather tightly together, as intimately active people might do. I do my best not to make things awkward for them, but these fired up girls are not so considerate.

“We all still have your cum inside us, otherwise this visit wouldn’t be needed…” Marsa leans in my left ear and whispers, her lips glancing my ear and neck as she teases.

“That’s so hot, just my sister left now…” I return her teasing, whispering towards her and letting our lips glance off each other. Alison giggles having heard Marsa and I talking about insemination and coils her arms around my right arm. She joins in by simply whispering into my right ear, “My pussy is still full of cum.”

My vision dulls as passion goes to war against my brain and I start losing my inhibitions rapidly. I fight it to keep my hands from drifting under their clothes and playing with them. My seething cock has swollen down my left trouser leg as a hot meadow of fabric mimics my shape, leaving little for others who see it to wonder about. I look at the other women in the room and they are shifting uncomfortably, a sure sign that the girls are being too blatant with their body language.. And who knows, they may have seen my trouser area appendage issue. Before I can discourage them, Marsa’s hand falls upon the inner top quadrant of my trouser leg, stroking down the length of my shaft and causing me to lean back into the couch and lose my mind into clouds of thumping pleasure. I exhale as she doesn’t release my fabric covered cock from her palm, but continues stroking it very slowly. I grab her shoulder in my hand and hang on as if I’m about to fall. Her wonderful delicate shoulder feels great and just adds to my stimulation. I can almost feel the softness of her chest emanating from her big kaçak iddaa breasts even though my fingers barely cross her collarbone.

Alison has started playing up as well, stroking her hand on my chest as my right hand grabs at the fabric of her blouse as if I was drowning. Out of the corner of my eye I see one of the patients shifting uncomfortably and I assume the others will be the same.

“Girls, girls, not now!” I manage to slur my command with some authority and pull my senses back together before we get charged with a breach of the peace. They luckily relent, presumably realising that they could get into real trouble both from their health centre and the law. These sexually charged females are difficult to keep under control it would seem. Marsa’s hand reluctantly slunks away from my simmering cock, returning to cross her stomach and comfort herself a little at the denial of intimacy.

The other women waiting in the room have looked across with a relieved half sigh half giggle at a situation averted. I try to break the ice with the room at the expense of my concubines.

“Sorry ladies, I’d swap these troublemakers for you as compensation!” My girls immediately feign outrage and keep the tone humerous. One of the waiting patients rolls her eyes and goes back to her magazine, but the other two look at us and lean in with a brief glimmer of adventurous hope, before raising their eyebrows and dismissing my offer as a joke. Returning to their phones, I sigh and turn to Marsa.

“You are in so much trouble, just you wait.” I whisper under my breath into her ear and her body shivers at the idea. I see that coy look in her eye and her seductive smirk, as if she’s just secured an aggressive breeding session with me. Not wrong. She does a little sitting dance with her torso as I turn to Alison.

“You are going to get it later, bad girl!” I grunt under my breath towards her and she leans towards me fearlessly to hear her fate.

“What about me?” Eilidh pipes up, audibly to the room.

“I’m gonna cum down your neck.” I growl at her quietly, putting shock and arousal into her body language immediately.

“Yum!” Eilidh blurts out automatically, and a little loudly to boot.

“What the hell, you do that to me as well no?” Marsa insists she experience my source bursting into her mouth.

“You just might if you don’t watch it.” I threaten playfully, giving Marsa a squint eyebrow and a mean grin as I turn to look at her. This deep flirting is the majority of our back and forth until a nurse comes in and asks for both Alison and Marsa. Unusual to me, but perhaps as they organized it together they can be seen at the same time.

“Behave yourselves there!” I tease them as they get up and reluctantly leave me alone with Eilidh. The other 3 girls have been seen before this point and now it’s just me and Eilidh in the room. I suppose the times for pre arranged appointments is drawing to a close as it comes to be 1 o clock.

I try to remain nonchalant as the door closes and the room belongs to Eilidh and I. But, of course I notice her playing with her hair in an exaggerated, poised and flirtatious way.

“I see you, princess.” I give her an all consuming stare, taking in her flowing hair, sumptuous bumps on her chest, defined jaw, slender arms and delicate legs. Thigh highs with a short skirt, this girl knows what is up.

“Do you like me?” Eilidh asks me an odd question, one I thought obvious. She runs her hand down her blouse, gently touching her breasts and abdomen before going back to playing with her hair.

“Well, how do I put it…” I try to choose how to describe how I feel from one of innumerable ways available to me. She blinks expectantly.

“Let’s swap chats so you can send me pictures of yourself.” I pull out my phone, unlock it and pass it to her. She adds herself and passes it back to me. I load her up and set it to send a picture to her. The camera opens up and I pull my trousers open letting my cock burst up out of them.

Her phone pings and she loads up the picture of my wet glans, dripping with precum from their mischief before, especially Marsa stroking it.

“Now you know it’s me.” I jest, and see that she has started to set herself up for a selfie to send back to me. I get taken by surprise when, contrary to me thinking she would take a flirty selfie, she actually dives under my cock with her mouth before spreading her tongue along my glans, half laying it between her lips and then snapping herself mid suck. Instead of pulling away safely and immediately, my precum taste stops her from abandoning her pose and instead she makes sure to clean it all off of my flared cock. She now can’t stop and seems to want to cash in my earlier threat.

My penis taps against the back of her throat as my phone pings from her sending me her explicit dick eating selfie. I lean back and create her kaçak bahis contact on my phone while she gags herself a little on me.

“Eilidh, better get your face off my dick huh?” I tease her while I look into her watering eyes that blink innocently up at me. I beckon to the rather windowy room of public access we are in. She seems to be enjoying asphyxiating herself on my shaft with the added risk of public exposure. She doesn’t relent at hearing my suggestion, rebelliously slipping my glans deep into her neck.

“Defiant young beauty, aren’t you?” I exert authority in my voice, a confidence accompanied by my hand palming over the back of her head and pushing her lips to my base. Tears roll silently down her cheeks as her neck fills nearly to her sternum with thick, throbbing penis. Now it’s up to me when she takes her next breath, and her throat is nicely warm, soft and wet. I feel her lungs pulling on my shaft desperately as her whole body contracts in a futile attempt at drawing breath. But she doesn’t tap out, remaining defiant and resolving herself to go without air for her stud.

Listening to her rasping inhale as I finally withdraw from her neck is sadistically satisfying, mixed with her reluctance to recoil and her legato of closeness with my body, the body language of a girl mentally obsessed with being as close to me as possible.

“Good job they have a ventilator here,” I begin with a soft chuckle, caressing her face and wiping away her tears in order to lick them off of my thumb. Her smile is undefeatable as she seems to experience pure joy from being used like a sleeve for my dick. Eilidh is not done and starts pumping my slimy shaft with her hand, gently squeezing my balls with the other.

“I’m gonna paint myself with your semen!” I glance around as she develops tunnel vision attention towards my glans, pumping and pining for a dose in her face. Still no sign of anyone coming, the ample windows around the room giving me a good view. Spatterings of precum hit her cheeks and the rapid regular slapping of her hand hitting my crotch reverberates in the empty room. I’m pretty nervous that we would only have seconds to stop if someone approached. But I can’t fight the urge to cum all over Eilidh as she sucks my tip briefly and pumps me quickly.

“Oh fuck, it’s coming!” I warn her that she has succeeded and the seed will flow. She holds her face right down to my tip and with a few final long delayed thrusts she finally gets the first jets of semen striping across her cheeks and mouth. Further cartridges of cum blast across her forehead, eyes and nose. He recoil is brief on being struck by the white liquid but she does not relent and stays close to catch all of me onto her bust. As the last streams calm down to drops that bead along my glans and shaft she licks them off and sucks my tip like a lollipop. She’s a complete mess and I wonder how on earth she will conceal the fact that she has been caked by a big load of my cum.

A giggle and a lustful suck on my shaft completes her work before she sits down next to me and holds my arm. I pull my clothes back up and lean down to her creamed face to share a gentle, lip sucking tongue flicking kiss.

“I had an orgasm while I was dying on your cock…” Eilidh finally speaks after our lips reluctantly part. I stare down at her skirt, my focal point underneath between her legs as I marvel at her revelation.

“That’s the hottest thing anyone’s said Eilidh. Damn, you look amazing with my cum all over your face.” I swipe one decent sized glob from her cheek with my finger and feed it to her, making her go slightly cross eyed with the smell and taste of me. Her tongue flicks along my index finger as she sits beside me, her arms viced around my muscular bicep in a shivering lust as my source invades her inside and out.

“Ooh fuck, I’ll never wash again.” her flat declaration is a cliché but it’s still saucy and sexual in the moment. At that, Alison and Marsa open the door, each holding a prescription box, obviously birth control, and a separate smaller box which I am assuming is the more urgently required drug. As they approach, Alison first notices Eilidh’s slimed face and seems to know instantly what has happened. Her response is to jog over, lean down and begin kissing Eilidh’s face to remove my paint and eat it for herself.

“Well that’s adorable.” I comment as Alison behaves like a dog licking her owners face. Marsa looks on with shocked arousal, the motion in her arms and hips giving away her curiosity.

“Oh! You shot on her face?” Marsa’s broken english is adorable, nodding at her I beckon her next to me on the long waiting couch.

“She refused to stop. Luckily no one came…” I explain. Marsa despite her slightly broken English understands the double entendre and nails her response.

“Except you huh?” We both giggle. I poke at her stomach playfully yet unmistakably sexually, making sure to get longer stroking presses instead of tickling pokes.

“Girls, girls, come on let’s go!” I turn finally to the friends with benefits and encourage them to end their grooming session. I check the time as we leave, gone 2 o clock. 2 hours until I see her.

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