Seduction of a girl in front of her boyfriend
A true story.
As always, the main heroine of my story can be seen. How? Look at the end of the story.
The story happened to me a couple of years ago and, at first, didn't hint at anything erotic. On a September evening, I stopped by my not very successful colleague's place to lend him a small sum of money.
The door was opened by his girlfriend, with whom he, it turned out, was living. Plump lips in a smirk, the insolent face of a pedigreed bitch, large breasts in a low-cut top—first impression. When she turned away and went into the room, I added to the overall picture—an ass, perhaps, a bit larger than necessary. Doesn't know how to deny herself. However, the size of her ass perfectly
contrasted with her thin waist and slender, athletic legs. She was at home in heels, from which I concluded I had been invited for some reason in the middle of a romantic evening. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, falling onto her lovely bare shoulders.Andrey and I went somewhere private, and after handing over the money, I commented on his girlfriend in the most positive but tactless way. Andrey was embarrassed. It was clear he was jealous of his Lena—that was her name.
We had a drink, the three of us, and during the conversation, I realized I was the third wheel, but it was hard to leave immediately without admiring someone else's girlfriend and her charms one more time. She was pleasant and sweet to talk to, looked at me with curiosity, but it was clear that what she wanted most right now was to be ridden. I have no doubt that's exactly what happened with her as soon as I left.
That could have been the end of the story, but she wouldn't leave my head. I'm not a maniac, but I like to bring my desires to a pleasant result. I found her profile on Odnoklassniki. The photos fueled my excitement even more. We started a little correspondence, though nothing leading towards her unforgettable backside.
Sometimes I asked Andrey about her. It turned out their relationship wasn't going well. She's capricious, he can't satisfy her, she has insatiable appetites—financial and sexual. The guy was clearly upset about it. Finally, in December, I heard he was forced to dump her. Jealousy and dissatisfaction had worn him out so much that he decided to break up with her himself. He even started dating a new flame to forget her.
Lena didn't want to break up and even stalked him, but he was firmly decided to break with his old life. He asked me how to stop her stalking, which was tormenting him.
That's when I decided to act. I told Andrey I liked his ex-girlfriend. I told him she would stop stalking him if he trusted me. For New Year's, he had a trip planned to a country cottage with a group of friends. I told him to invite me and her.
Andrey didn't like the idea at all, but I persuaded him. So that's how it went. Andrey invited Lena to celebrate New Year's together, which made her happy and gave her hope for a reunion. She decided he wanted to get back together with her.
The plan was cunning: Andrey went to the cottage a day early to set everything up, and I was supposed to pick up Lena on the 31st and drive her to the celebration spot. The drive to the cottage was 2.5 hours, and during that time, I already hoped to persuade the object of my desire to give herself into my hands.
The unsuspecting victim got into the car next to me and smiled a happy smile. She looked stunning. Through her unbuttoned coat, it was visible that the little thing was dressed in a short black dress with a deep neckline that revealed her breasts. Boots—on high heels. Makeup—warlike. It was clear from everything that she was ready to attack on all fronts to get her boyfriend back. Lena didn't know that Andrey would be at the party with a new girlfriend, and she herself, in her expensive wrapping, was my New Year's gift.
Naturally, at first, the girl had no thoughts of flirting. She was even cold. I tried not to crash the car, glancing at the neckline of her dress and her legs. Lena pretended not to notice my looks, looking arrogantly into the distance, thinking about something of her own and periodically checking herself in the mirror, fixing her hair or makeup.
Finally, our conversation got going, I made her laugh, making the atmosphere more friendly. After 30 minutes on the road, Lena opened up and looked at me with great interest. I led her to the thought that her ex-boyfriend wasn't worth her, and she was chasing him more out of stubbornness and resentment. While a wedge is driven out by a wedge. She partly agreed.
We stopped at a roadside cafe to buy her cigarettes. It was slippery, and I escorted her, holding her firmly (and "accidentally" stroking her body wherever possible). Electricity had already sparked between us, there was no time to lose. Before continuing the journey, my hands slid into the beauty's open coat and, taking her by the hips, firmly pressed her against the car. "Mmm," she purred in surprise before our lips met. Naturally, losing my head, I kissed her greedily, stroking her face and simultaneously squeezing the appetizing shapes of her ass. Her breathing became rapid, I started caressing her breasts... "Let's not here"...
... We drove away from the cafe so as not to shock people. But as we were driving away, her mind gradually began to overcome her passionate nature, and she already started babbling something about her boyfriend and that she had other plans. We were sitting in the car.
I interrupted her babbling by pulling down my pants and underwear. Lena stared at my erect cock, and as if reflexively, without stopping her objections to the impending sex, took it in her hand and started stroking.
"Take it in your mouth," I said. Like an obedient slut, she licked her lips and leaned her head towards the cock. I could already feel her breath on the head when suddenly, as if finally deciding something for herself, she pulled away. "Nothing is going to happen!" I understood I needed to retreat here.
I put on the most displeased and angry look I could. I turned off the music and we drove on in silence. I wanted her to feel she had lost the intriguing atmosphere I had managed to create. In every bitch, there's still something that wants warmth.
After about 10 minutes of silence, this girl realized her mistake. "Just a blowjob," she whispered. Right while driving, she unzipped my fly, threw off her coat, and her graceful figure stretched from the passenger seat towards my cock, which at that moment wasn't hard. Lena quickly fixed that with her skillful mouth. "I want your cum," declared the blowjob artist, so I would have no doubts about her intentions. While she worked her head, I happily kneaded her gorgeous ass and pulled her large breasts out of the dress. I pulled over to the side of the road, gathered her hair into a ponytail, and used my hand to guide that lovely head onto my cock. Several times I stopped her, continuing to move my hips and fucking that unforgettable face.
This couldn't last long, and soon I filled her mouth with a portion of hot cum. She swallowed and returned to her seat. It was incredible pleasure to see such a beauty, with her breasts popped out of her neckline and my cum on her lips. Lena looked at herself in the mirror, licked her lips, and started putting herself in order.
At the cottage, a surprise awaited her in the form of her ex-boyfriend with a new girlfriend, which seriously upset her, though not for long. And her ex-boyfriend got a different surprise: in comparison, it was obvious his new girlfriend wasn't fit to lick the boots of his "ex." Throughout the celebration, he devoured her charms with his eyes and confessed to me several times how much he wanted to get everything back. Not just him—the other party participants couldn't take their eyes off her: lustful and envious.
At 6 a.m., having partied heartily, Lena and I went to my room. I had been devouring this pussy with my eyes no less than the others, and finally, the time had come to fully possess her body. This time, she had no doubts. During sex, she screamed with pleasure so loudly that it's unlikely anyone in the house slept until we finished. In the morning, I woke up to her sucking me off. I put her on all fours in front of the mirror and had a morning workout in doggy style. Her new screams surely woke everyone up. She only stopped screaming when I plugged her mouth with my cock or balls.
At breakfast, the whole company looked at us meaningfully, and Lena's ex-boyfriend smiled sadly.
A month later, she started dating her ex-boyfriend Andrey again. She and I sometimes meet up, having crazy sex in secret from him.