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When I asked my co-worker Cameron to be my date at a wedding, she said that she wouldn’t go with me to the hospital if she was bleeding to death. Then I asked Vanessa, who said she’d rather be smothered in shit and eaten by flies. Cameron’s response, which was more analogous to my request, was the winner and launched our game. I would ask each of them to sit on my face and they’d compete for the most creative (and brutal) rejection. Then I won a pair of backstage passes to a Kendrick Lamar and joked that they would have to wrestle naked for the second ticket. Cameron rolled her eyes and told me to fuck off and Vanessa asked if that meant she won by default. Cameron glared at her blonde friend, incredulous.
“Bitch, it’s Kendrick Lamar,” said Vanessa. “I don’t care whose face I have to sit on.”
And just like that, much to my amazement, and after they’d insisted on topless, not naked, it was on! I layered a few blankets in my furnished cellar then stripped down to my boxers and settled onto the couch to record the action on my phone. I had no hidden agenda and no shame, giving my erection room to breathe.
Things got off to an awkward, laughing start then quickly turned competitive as the two women locked fingers, bending each other’s wrists and arms back amid grunts of pain and exertion. Then Cameron snatched Vanessa by the hair and pulled her a headlock. She swept the blonde’s legs and they crashed onto the makeshift mat with a thud. Vanessa sprawled with a gasping hiss, the wind knocked out of her lungs, and Cameron straddled her chest.
“Who’s going to Kendrick, bitch?”
When Vanessa didn’t respond Cameron slid forward onto her face and I panicked that things had gone too far. But Vanessa didn’t flail or kick her legs. She put a placating palm on Cameron’s ass and slid her other hand slid down between her own legs then jerked it away, as if remembering that she was being recorded. In a remarkable feat of delayed gratification, I kept both hands on my phone and away from my twitching cock. I’d somehow unleashed an erotic tension between the two women that I never knew existed and didn’t want to miss a second.
Cameron, brought her knees together, balancing her full weight on Vanessa’s face. “How’s it going down there, slut? Your hot breath is making me wet. But I guess you knew that already.” She laughed and rocked her hips. “How about a little kiss? Here, let me get those wet panties out of your way.”
I struggled to keep the phone steady as Cameron reached down and pulled aside the barrier between her vulva and Vanessa’s tongue. Vanessa’s hand slid down her belly and into her panties where her fingers frantically went to work. Before long Cameron’s shoulders hunched forward and her body quivered as she came on Vanessa’s face. She was kind enough to remain seated until Vanessa had made herself come. Rising to her feet, she looked amazed that I hadn’t pleasured myself.
“You ladies can have both tickets to Lamar,” I said. “I’ll be too busy spanking to this video. And don’t worry, I won’t post it anywhere.”
“You can post it,” said Cameron. She nudged Vanessa with her foot. “You hear that? He’s giving us both tickets. Show some gratitude, slut. Get over there and let him come on your face.”
Vanessa crawled over to the couch and sat up on her knees. When I told her that I should be thanking them, she looked up at me, eyes burning with lust, and begged me to do what Cameron wanted.
This had nothing to do with me. This was about Vanessa debasing herself for her new mistress. I stood up and stepped out of my boxers then used my phone to record myself stroking several thick streams of cum onto her beautiful face.
(Part 1 of 2)
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When I asked my co-worker Cameron to be my date at a wedding, she said that she wouldn’t go with me to the hospital if she was bleeding to death. Then I asked Vanessa, who said she’d rather be smothered in shit and eaten by flies. Cameron’s response, which was more analogous to my request, was the winner and launched our game. I would ask each of them to sit on my face and they’d compete for the most creative (and brutal) rejection. Then I won a pair of backstage passes to a Kendrick Lamar and joked that they would have to wrestle naked for the second ticket. Cameron rolled her eyes and told me to fuck off and Vanessa asked if that meant she won by default. Cameron glared at her blonde friend, incredulous.
“Bitch, it’s Kendrick Lamar,” said Vanessa. “I don’t care whose face I have to sit on.”
And just like that, much to my amazement, and after they’d insisted on topless, not naked, it was on! I layered a few blankets in my furnished cellar then stripped down to my boxers and settled onto the couch to record the action on my phone. I had no hidden agenda and no shame, giving my erection room to breathe.
Things got off to an awkward, laughing start then quickly turned competitive as the two women locked fingers, bending each other’s wrists and arms back amid grunts of pain and exertion. Then Cameron snatched Vanessa by the hair and pulled her a headlock. She swept the blonde’s legs and they crashed onto the makeshift mat with a thud. Vanessa sprawled with a gasping hiss, the wind knocked out of her lungs, and Cameron straddled her chest.
“Who’s going to Kendrick, bitch?”
When Vanessa didn’t respond Cameron slid forward onto her face and I panicked that things had gone too far. But Vanessa didn’t flail or kick her legs. She put a placating palm on Cameron’s ass and slid her other hand slid down between her own legs then jerked it away, as if remembering that she was being recorded. In a remarkable feat of delayed gratification, I kept both hands on my phone and away from my twitching cock. I’d somehow unleashed an erotic tension between the two women that I never knew existed and didn’t want to miss a second.
Cameron, brought her knees together, balancing her full weight on Vanessa’s face. “How’s it going down there, slut? Your hot breath is making me wet. But I guess you knew that already.” She laughed and rocked her hips. “How about a little kiss? Here, let me get those wet panties out of your way.”
I struggled to keep the phone steady as Cameron reached down and pulled aside the barrier between her vulva and Vanessa’s tongue. Vanessa’s hand slid down her belly and into her panties where her fingers frantically went to work. Before long Cameron’s shoulders hunched forward and her body quivered as she came on Vanessa’s face. She was kind enough to remain seated until Vanessa had made herself come. Rising to her feet, she looked amazed that I hadn’t pleasured myself.
“You ladies can have both tickets to Lamar,” I said. “I’ll be too busy spanking to this video. And don’t worry, I won’t post it anywhere.”
“You can post it,” said Cameron. She nudged Vanessa with her foot. “You hear that? He’s giving us both tickets. Show some gratitude, slut. Get over there and let him come on your face.”
Vanessa crawled over to the couch and sat up on her knees. When I told her that I should be thanking them, she looked up at me, eyes burning with lust, and begged me to do what Cameron wanted.
This had nothing to do with me. This was about Vanessa debasing herself for her new mistress. I stood up and stepped out of my boxers then used my phone to record myself stroking several thick streams of cum onto her beautiful face.
(Part 1 of 2)