The New Apartment - Sex Stories

The New Apartment

... We were done with everything but the dresser, the desk, and the bed, which would have to be done in one last trip. I decided to ride with Damien again back to James’ parent’s house. When we were in the truck, I smiled at him reassuringly. “Would you like to stay the night tonight? It is getting pretty late, it’ll be almost nine o’clock before we finish this last round.” “Sure, I guess I have no choice, my parents lock me out at ten on days I don’t have college.” After we all unloaded the last of the furniture and brought them into the living room, we looked around for something to eat. We brought stuff to make sandwiches during our first trip, so I opened the fridge and grabbed the ham, cheese, and bread and began to make everyone something to eat. We all decided on playing a card game after we ate, and we all sat down on the floor (we hadn’t bought a couch yet) and James passed out a hand for Rummy. Since we were all drinking alcohol by this point, we decided on strip Rummy, every time “Rummy on the Board” was incorrectly called, the one who didn’t catch it, as well as the one who called it had to remove an article of clothing. The same rules applied to the two losers of each of the four games we played. James had rigged three of the games for him to be the winner, as he wanted to encourage the dare to happen. Soon, I was down to only a bra, and a thong, James was down to pants and socks, and Damien only had his boxers on. James yawned and kissed me on the cheek, and ...

... whispered to make Damien happy tonight, also that he had set up the camera discreetly so he would know if I actually chickened out of the dare. “Well, I’ll leave you two to finish off the game, let me know who the winner is in the morning. Goodnight guys.” James yawned, picking up his shirt and stretching as he walked down to the bedroom (which only had a mattress at the moment). Damien looked a little excited after James retired to the bedroom, and we picked up where we left off. “Rummy on the board!” I exclaimed, knowingly misreading the cards on the floor. “Uh-uh-uh,” Damien shook his head and wagged his finger. “Take off your thong, sweetheart." “Dammit.” I hung my head in false shame, then perked back up. “I’ll do it on one condition.” “What’s that, Moriah?” “You have to let me see that huge cock of yours again.” I purred, crawling on all fours up to him until our lips touched and he was under me. He slid his hand into my thong strap and snapped in on my skin, sending tingling feelings all down my spine, then proceeded to work the thong off of my being and onto the floor. He slipped a finger deep into my already wet pussy and began to call me a dirty slut. I took his finger out and pulled his cock out from the hole in his boxers and shoved it into my wanting pussy, muffling a moan of pleasure and excitement. He thrust into me, pulling my hair and smacking my ass, calling me his dirty whore for the night. I gasped in pleasure and scratched down his back as he turned me over so ...