Betli Must Be Played! - Sex Stories

Betli Must Be Played!

... work we had long sex sessions before and or after feasting on her super cooking. She also cooked for my parents who really liked her. My days usually started with a sex feast. I’d wake up to Carol’s lips wrapped around my cock or her riding me cowgirl style or with my face covered by her pussy. When I was the first one awake, I would munch or nibble her awake. A quick breakfast, a shower and the walk to work would follow this. Carol worked shifts in a shop in the Mall. When she worked the morning shift, my morning sex feast was canceled, but on those days I got evening sex fireworks. When she worked in the evening I went to my old High School friends, who lived near Orlando to play Poker. I lost a lot of money playing Poker. One day I was at an Xmas event at our logistic center and I complained to Pablo and John Dallas about my losing so much money playing Poker. John, who came from Cleveland, Ohio and whose mother was Hungarian, told me there was an interesting card game which could be played with money only, because this game was totally boring without money, but three practiced players would only lose or win about 20 – 25 bucks after three or four hours of playing, as the smallest stake was ten cents. Both Pablo and I found it interesting. Pablo told us he quit playing Poker some years before, because he lost lot of money. John invited us to his house when my girlfriend worked in the Mall on the weekends. Pablo could take his wife. John had a three-year old son and a ...

... twelve- month old daughter. Later I learned that he also had a son in Cleveland by his first wife. Pablo: I am Pablo Pique and I was born in a family, which originally came from Catalonia. My family mixed with the Catalan Nationalist Diaspora in the USA, so I got a strong Catalan background. I am a twenty-seven year old dark haired and brown-eyed man of average height, and I want to be a totally US citizen by cutting my family background. Why? I graduated from Columbia NYC in IT and I lived in my apartment in Newark, because I got job at a great logistic company. My parents lived close to me and I visited them often and they were members of the Catalonian nationalist association. I attended many Catalan national events. I met a nice girl of Catalan origin at such an event. We were in love soon, or at least that time I thought we were. I did not know her past well, but I had total trust in her. Half a year later I asked Catalina to marry me and she said yes. Catalina and I were living together in my apartment, while the Catalina’s family and my parents started to plan the wedding, as a Catalonian event. My young sister, Antonia, was a little skeptical about Catalina, because she knew more about her. Antonia was fantastic later and I was very grateful to her. Her name is Antonia Swenson now, and she has two children. She lives in Minneapolis with her husband, Rob, and I visit them in summertime only. Before I go on telling my story I have to mention that one of my friends was a ...