The camming of Alise - Sex Stories

The camming of Alise

{I meant this story to be kind of a vignette, a one-story type but I can obviously see potential for other chapters. I'll judge by the response. Since it's a cuckold type story I of course have to turn off responses (so much hate for so little reason). I can judge it by the scoring, which goes like this. Actual readers read, enjoy (or not) and rate accordingly. Mr hater guy (there's a few) will act like they don't read it, "1" bomb it and sink the ratings...until more actual readers rate it, and the score ends up just about where it should be. So, let that game begin!}

My girlfriend Alise is too competitive. She always has to "win" or be better at something than someone else. I'm sure it's because she grew up the youngest child in her family with all older brothers. She learned to put up or shut up early in life I suppose. She also has a big mouth; she can trash talk and sex joke like any man.

Don't look at me and think I'm complaining. Alise is amazing in every way. Truth is, I get told almost every day, among friends, that she's way too good for me. She is hot, not just regular hot, she is smokin' hot. Her face is full Scarlet Johansson, complete with full, succulent lips that, when are slathered in lipstick look like they could suck your soul out of your body with a straw. Her tits are full, wonderfully pert and she doesn't mind showing them off in various low-cut tops. She'll even tease us all with some tops with "under boob," God bless her.

With all that, I ...

... think the thing that drives my friends crazy (and anyone with eyes) is her ass. So perfect. So tight, yet so round, sigh. That woman in jeans should almost be illegal. So, what is she doing with me? Who knows?! She says she loves my personality even more than my big cock (her words, not mine). I'm also no fool, I please her at least as much with my mind (a little tongue skill never hurts either).

Oh, probably another important thing to note here, she's also a bit of a slut, maybe more than a bit. Well, maybe a recovering, or reformed slut, at least at the beginning of this story. I met her at a raucous house party that had hundreds of drunken revelers. She literally bumped into me as she was stumbling out of a darkened room, disheveled in a way that left no doubt she'd just been railed by some lucky college dude. She actually knocked my drink all over my shirt. She made it up to me by pulling me into a nearby closet and giving me a blowjob for the ages. It was love at first sight for me. Yeah, going in, I knew what type of woman I was dealing with. I can't lie, I love sluts. I actually encourage her to let herself go, let herself experience that again, the way she still talks about it, I can tell she loves and misses it. I think maybe she was just in a time-out; you shouldn't keep a tiger caged up forever. So, what happened was mutually consensual, and beneficial to us both.

My friends are unabashed gawkers and by now have pretty much seen everything on her besides just a ...