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The Gamer Chapter 591 – Small Lake Reforms 5 – Outdoor with the Girlfriend
🕑 Added 2019-09-02 08:42:26 +0000 UTCRave didn’t have to fight with either buckle or zipper for long. Not only was she pretty skilled at opening those by now, John’s immediate erection, in response to her dropping to her knees, strained both physical seals. “I wanted to do this all day,” his half-Asian girlfriend confessed when she pulled down his pants and his massive cock fell towards her.
It rested on her face for a few moments, a few more heartbeats pumping it to complete hardness. Already a drop of precum oozed from the tip and was smeared into Rave’s wild, pink hair as she stretched out her tongue to lick his balls. Then she sucked on them, just a bit of foreplay, while her face flushed and her eyes got that glassy ‘turned-on’ look to them.
“I know I am going to sound like a total slut,” she gasped, letting go of his sack for a moment, “but I love the way your dick smells, tiger.” She grabbed the lower edge of her top and pulled it off, revealing the, frankly unsurprising, fact that she was braless. Her hard nipples were exposed to the air, the pink contrasting more now that her skin was a bit darker. It didn’t look better or worse, just different and John loved variety in his life.
“You can sound like a total slut whenever you like, Jane,” John stated, closing one eye so he wasn’t in danger of suddenly falling over. “As long as we’re all clear that you’re MY slut.”
“Guaranteed, there is no other guy out there who could make me feel like ya do, John.” The pink lustre in her blue eyes flared into the shape of a heart around her pupil, for a few moments, while she grabbed his dick with both hands, wrapping around the length of his shaft and still not covering it all. As they pumped back and forth, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock.
She barely went past the glans of the engorged head, leaving her tongue to mercilessly assault the sensitive area at the bottom. “God, I love you,” he gasped as she sucked him expertly. “Doing this anywhere we feel like is so fucking hot.”
Rave let go of his cock with a loud ‘POP!’. “Ya sure ya ain’t no exhibitionist?” she teased him.
“Not completely, right now,” he grunted in response. “Although it’s more about showing that I have the freedom to do it than actually showing off for me.”
In a cute, faux-innocent voice, Rave mused, “I like both of those things.” Her hands pumped up and down his dry shaft. Precum oozed out, running down the wet area her mouth had left behind, then slowly dripping in a long strand. “Although I am not really sure yet how far this kink goes, you know? Don’t really get off on the thought of exposing myself to a crowd.”
“Then what are you fantasizing about?” John asked, hoping the answer would be as debauched as he imagined.
He wasn’t disappointed. “Most of the stuff I wanna do involves ya and the girls,” she gasped, clearly getting even hornier with every bit she told him. “I wanna have the world see that my stud of a boyfriend is really fucking me, ya know? Sexy photo-shoots, some livestreams, some small-scale public events where a bunch of girls get to watch and get off on their own while I have ya to myself. Just having nonchalant sex in public places and not giving a damn about anybody but us. No arena or something cray-cray like that.” She bit her lip. “Dunno, things that are recorded to be seen again and again or situations where I can almost feel the crowd are what turn me on the most when I think about it.”
“Just girls?” John grunted. “No guys?”
“Why would I wanna see some guy jerk off to me when I already got the best dick in the world right here?” Rave asked in return, speeding up her massaging of his shaft. “That’s not as hot as having all those envious, thirsty things wishing they were me. Also, I have this boyfriend who I KNOW would fuck me even harder if it was all about impressing those other sluts around.”
“Few of them will be even half as sexy as you,” John added and earned himself a wide smile for that. “If you want to do another livestream, we could make it a regular thing. Not like we have a reputation to lose.”
“I wanna start slow, kinda escalate things,” she said, only to witness John pull out his smartphone. “Whatcha doing, tiger?”
“If we start slowly, we should do some photos,” he grinned and snapped one after putting a hand on her head. He put the phone back immediately after, the one would be enough to start with. “Now, my slutty girlfriend, how about you actually start doing something? Be a good girl and suck my cock, Jane.”
“Mhhhhmmm,” she let out a long moan, “I do love it when you’re assertive, tiger.” She leaned in again, her nose close to his base, one hand resting against his crotch, fixing the position of his cock in the depression between thumb and index finger. The other, she lowered between her legs.
John stealthily moved the replacement sphere behind her, and saw the heels of her sneakers dig into her ass. Her legs were spread widely, her squatting form balancing on her toes. Hovering close to the ground, he could see the hot pants stretch around her pushing hand, a damp, dark spot clearly visible.
“Gaia, fuck, ya really just smell that… just good,” she gasped again. “It’s not just the oil, it’s just you… like all that sex ya had with me and all the other sexy girls in our harem has just made you permanently smell like a perfect fuck.” She licked all the way up from his balls to the tip, again shallowly sucking him off until she had cleaned all the precum off.
John groaned; his sensitivity was through the roof right now. They weren’t exactly hidden; anyone with a good pair of eyes could at least see him and the pink-haired head on crotch height. A very real threat was also that the next tour would walk in on them. Theoretically, he could see them coming a mile away, but his focus was lying pretty solidly with his girlfriend. That tingle of unforeseen happenings just made it more exciting.
Letting go of his cock again, already breathing heavily, Rave gasped. “And how ya tasssteeee, Jooohn,” she stretched the words to the wet sounds of her frantic masturbation. “It’s making me so wet. I think I am, like, a little bit addicted to your taste.” She went back and bobbed down a couple of times, a little bit deeper each time, with barely any effort. “It’s seriously unfair, your dick is just delicious… I could suck it for several hours and not get bored… fuck, you made me such a naughty girl for you, John.”
“We’re…” he had to gulp, “we’re a perfectly debauched couple you and I---aaaaii.” That last word came out as a prolonged gasp when his girlfriend all of a sudden took him all the way into her throat in one swift movement. Again, the pink light in her eyes took the shape of a heart. Whether this was a trained thing or just an instinct that now surfaced in all its beauty, John didn’t know.
There wasn’t a lot of time to think either. Rave was sucking his cock tight, moving up and down in steadily changing rhythms. Whenever her tongue reached one of his weak spots, she exploited it. From the replacement sphere, John could see drops of pussy juice seep through her hot pants and drip to the floor as her hands moved quickly under the cloth. He could feel her rising climax in the moans that reverberated in his cock.
He could hardly hold on himself. Grabbing her hair in a seemingly telling fashion, Rave suddenly doubled up her speed. It only took a few seconds of that treatment to push him over the edge. The first spurt pumped into her throat just as her own moans reached their zenith. They orgasmed at the same time, maintaining eye contact while Rave slid a little bit further up his cock with every spurt of his massive load.
The less her mouth covered, the more her hand slid over. It didn’t need a great deal of coordination, right and left were doing the same motion, just that one was jerking a well-lubricated cock while the other was fingering a gushing pussy. She retreated all the way until only the head was sealed tightly by her lips, taking the last three, still potently thick, strands of cum into her mouth.
Her hands slowed as their orgasms ebbed off. Tightly, her slender fingers closed around him and wrung the last few drops from his shaft. Leaving his cock as clean as was possible during such a tainted act, Rave pulled away and presented the load of semen in her mouth. She swirled the white gooey liquid with her tongue for a little bit, careful not to lose any of it, tasting its magical delicacy. Then, she swallowed.
“Ya know, sometimes I wanna ask ya to invest in more Libido, just so we can find out what happens at the next step,” Rave giggled, obviously light-headed from minor air deprivation, an extensive blowjob, her own orgasm and basking in the delights of the moment. “Would it be something that convinces me to be a lil’ bit sluttier even?”
“God, if you goad me with that, I might just do it,” John gasped and nonchalantly nodded towards the balustrade. Going with the flow, his girlfriend smirked and understood immediately what he wanted to do. John helped her up, and moments later she had turned around, putting her hands on the railing and pushing her ass out.
There wasn’t just a damp spot above her pussy, her hot pants were absolutely drenched. Although the tight cloth had left little to the imagination in the first place, now it was even eating into her pussy lips, lustfully swollen, giving her one hell of a camel-toe.
John gently ran a finger through the central fold. Immediately, his finger was covered in the sticky love juice. The now moist finger was glistening in the sunlight and the Gamer couldn’t resist to help himself to a taste, licking even that little bit off. “You’re just as delicious, Jane,” he hummed.
“Don’tcha wanna take this further?” his girlfriend asked, wiggling her hips seductively. John delayed his answer for a little while, giving her ass a light slap. While the satisfying clap was somewhat dampened by the layer of cloth, Rave’s pleasured gasp was as true as ever. “‘Course ya wanna play with my ass first, ya perv.”
“Not my fault you got the roundest, juiciest, firmest, jiggliest ass in the world,” John grunted while kneading the soft cheeks in all the ways he knew she enjoyed. Squeezing them, spanking them, pushing them together, while his thumbs teased both of her holes through the hotpants. “I am just going to return some of the attention you gave me, is all.” He finally squatted down himself and pulled the yoga pants, and the panties underneath, off in a steady motion.
He would have done it fast, but he massively enjoyed the sight of the cloth first sliding down, then inverting as the groin area stuck to Rave’s pussy. Only after stretching a little bit did it finally let go, thin strands of pussy juice still connecting the clothing and Rave’s dripping pussy for several moments. Then they had made it all the way to the ground and John let go of them to taste his prize.
The moment he grabbed her hips, his tongue was inside her honeypot. Long licks or wiggling his way into her folds, John ate his girlfriend out with remarkable thoroughness. Although not used as frequently as Fucking, Pussy Eating was his oldest sexual Skill. It showed in his rewards, sweet pussy juice flooding his mouth while Rave’s moans went higher and higher.
“John… oh my… fuck, tiger, I feel so gooooood right now,” she gasped, her body trembling. Her own fingers had clearly not been able to satisfy her to any worthwhile degree. Not to say her earlier orgasm had been insignificant, just that her boyfriend gave her a higher level of pleasure. “What’re’ya doing to meeeee?!” she squealed in the most delightful fashion as a sudden second orgasm rolled over her.
The Gamer would have been happy with just a little taste, but he wasn’t going to stop pleasuring her now that she was gushing the nectar he had wanted from the start. Although her legs stayed firm, John could feel her quivering waist under his fingers, see the trembling of her back beyond her round ass and witness her depraved face from the replacement sphere. Her head was lowered between her arms, showing a blank expression to the ground, all emotions washed away by the might of her climax, leaving only a glassy eyed mess, moaning in bursts.
It was a moment of clear weakness. ‘If I am about one thing,’ John thought as he quickly got up again, aligning his cock with her clearly ready cunt, ‘then it’s exploiting weaknesses in my girls.’ The dom inside him was pleased greatly when he thrust inside her.
Her head flew right back up, her spine curving, as the penetration put a real spike into her afterglow. Thrusting once into her, seeing the vibrations jiggle her partly red-spanked ass cheeks, John couldn’t help but go even further. He took hold of her arms and pulled them back. “What’re you doi-?” she attempted to ask, but a second slapping of John’s groin against her bubble butt shut her up for the moment.
He bundled her arms up behind her back, keeping them fixed with his right, while his left grabbed the back of Rave’s head. Her hair was just perfect for things like this, her inherited curse making it equally wild and silky, all the while being so dense that there was a lot to keep hold of. Thrust for thrust, he fucked her towards the balustrades, until her belly rested on the polished stone. “How is this for a thrill, Jane?”
Rave’s upper body was now hanging forty metres above ground. While that fall wouldn’t have been anywhere near as dangerous for her as a normal person, it still had her brain put on the alarm bells. Instinctively, she tried to take hold of something, but her hands were still pinned. She couldn’t draw back either, as John kept her head in a tight hold.
At the same time, she was now much more easily visible, with her naked chest curving outwards from the highest point on the island. “Fa-aaaah-ntassssssstic,” she shouted in raw ecstasy, her pussy clenching around him. Pussy juice spontaneously squirted as John reposition his sphere to maintain his view of her front.
Some hair was messily sticking to her face, first signs of sweat showing on her naked form, as her eyes rolled up, the lower half of the heart-shape still visible inside them. “God, I love you!” John couldn’t help but exclaim as he fucked her as hard and as quickly as he could.
She came, again and again, she came. Mercilessly, he hammered her from one orgasm to the next. “I lavsh yaaa toooo!” she slurred her words as best she could. “More… gimme mooooarrrrr! Fill mhhhmme up with your hoooot stuff!”
Pleads like this echoed from her mouth repeatedly, but John grit his teeth and kept going. He wanted to keep thrusting as long as possible. That he would be able to continue immediately after mattered little, he just wanted to keep drowning her in this moment of ecstasy.
Eventually, the difficult became the impossible. Very clearly, he felt his orgasm approach. A last couple of times, he thrusted into her. One, his balls tightened, two, their hips clapping echoed loudly over the tower’s roof, three, Rave had lost all words, both her and John were only grunts and moans, four, he came.
Shoving her hard against the railing, her ass and thighs squished against him, John let his seed freely pump into her. It felt like his entire body was engulfed in steadily pulsating heat. The folds around his cock milked him to the very same rhythm. Music that couldn’t be heard, just felt with his body, underlined by the long note that was his tenseness and completed by Rave’s continuous thrashing as her multiple orgasms came to a simultaneous conclusion. Both of them were quiet except for the ragged breaths they drew.
John felt his knees grow weaker and carefully attempted to draw them back from the edge. A failed endeavour, he stumbled and fell, pulling Rave with him. She landed on top of him; even through her back he could feel her heartbeat. They just lay there for a few seconds.
With their superhuman stamina, they recovered relatively quickly. “Okay, as awesome as that was…” Rave gulped and pushed out half a whistle. “That’s enough for me in the public eye for today.”
“Alright,” John understood, and they both grabbed their clothes. John’s had gotten away pretty clean. Sure, his shirt was going to reek of sweat, but that was excusable to some degree. Rave’s pants were still drenched, however. “I’ll give you one of my replacement pants,” he said and already reached into his inventory.
“Hmm…” Rave looked at her drenched hot-pants, clearly playing with the thought to just wear them regardless, or specifically because, of their filthy state. It seemed she decided that that was a bit too much for her right now, though, as she took her boyfriend’s offer.
They continued fucking, back in the mansion.
