Georgie's Road - Sex Stories

Georgie's Road

... left the room, and I sat in the armchair, waiting.

After a few minutes, I heard her come back in. She walked around the armchair to where I could see her.

Georgie was naked. She blushed at my stare. In one hand, she held a black sleep mask.

She came up to me and nudged my knees with her foot. I parted them. She knelt between my legs and unzipped my jeans, then took out my cock, which was growing hard.

She looked up at me and then slipped the mask over her eyes, and bent over my cock.

I watched as she sucked me off, and watching Georgie kneeling naked and blindfold before me, sucking my cock, was extraordinarily arousing, even though I don't normally like being given head.

I moved my hips and she grasped them and sucked harder, and I shut my eyes and whimpered, knowing that she was doing this to show her gratitude, and I felt powerful and manly and dominant, and then I felt guilty about feeling like that, and then I couldn't help it, I felt myself coming.

She took her mouth off my cock as I came, and I opened my eyes to see her kneeling there, her lips slightly parted, gasping as I came over her mouth and nose and the mask. She lifted the mask and closed her eyes as the last of my spurts of semen splashed over them.

Then she was kneeling there, her hands in her lap, naked, her face covered in my cum, her bare chest rising and falling.

I reached down and pulled her up to me and kissed her, rubbing our faces together. She gave a low chuckle in her ...

... throat.

I put my arms around Georgie and held her naked body.

For once, I was clothed, and she seemed like the vulnerable one.

***

After that, we were back like before. But now we had a bit of a shared purpose.

We tried exploring pornography together, but it was pretty predictable. We talked about having a threesome with another guy, but our hearts weren't really in it, and we couldn't find a guy who fancied both of us and who we both wanted to have one with.

We did become more intimate. Georgie used a prostate massager on me, and I masturbated her. We talked about fisting, but it raised all her anxieties and while we got ready to try it, she always got too nervous and called it off. And then, through a bizarre series of events, we suddenly found the path.

***

There was to be a charity event for LGBT awareness, which I agreed to take part in.

The climax was to be a quiz at which a friend and I were to be the female and male contestants in a game of 'strip or slime': we would be asked questions and if we got the answer wrong, we had the option to either remove an article of clothing, or get hit with a custard pie, or have gunge poured over us. The right to gunge us would be auctioned off to members of the audience.

Because this was a student event, there were limits. Nobody was allowed to be fully naked and we could leave the quiz at any time, if we chose. But it was late night, and my fellow contestant, Michelle, was a cheerful and extroverted girl, ...