1. The Guest House


    Date: 10/8/2018, Categories: Anal, Author: byJohnPanzer, Source: Literotica

    It was my girlfriend, Emma's birthday. She'd hit twenty a few months before I did, and her folks had let her invite as many people as she wanted. I'm sure the unspoken terms of the agreement included not inviting me. They'd looked none too impressed when I'd shown up, glowering at myself and their daughter in turn before they headed off to hide in some distant wing of their giant house. Watching Emma's blonde curls bob as she swanned between the dozens of friends and hangers-on present, I couldn't help but smile. One of the last times I'd gotten a good look at the back of her head I'd been a little bit closer, her bare, gym-toned body down on her elbows and knees on her parents' bed, half a bottle's worth of baby oil squelching around my cock as I slid in and out of her lovely backside. There'd been a particularly pleasurable conclusion to that particular evening, and she'd joked after that I must have filled her tummy with cum from the bottom up. The thought made me smile a little wider. "What's so funny?" I turned to see who'd addressed me, my gaze meeting a pair of soft brown eyes, looking up at me from a pretty face. Nadia was about as different to Emma as it was possible to get -- where my girlfriend was tall and fair, Nadia was petite, still only coming up to my chin in a pair of heels. Her mother was white, while her father came from some Spanish isle that had been visited by every race and ethnicity imaginable. Her golden skin seemed to glow, and she had a pair of ...
    lips that featured prominently in every discussion guys had about her when she wasn't around. She'd worn her long black hair loose that night, letting it tumble down over her narrow shoulders. I shrugged. "Nothing," I said, "just waiting around. Emma's popular tonight." Nadia wrinkled her nose. "Her friends are bitches," she said, quickly adding, "But she's lovely." I kept grinning, deliberately letting my eyes wander up and down Nadia's small yet busty frame. She wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples poking against the fabric of her top. She'd obviously hit the gym since I'd last seen her, braving the cold to show off her narrow waist and flat, toned tummy. "Sure," I said, "she's lovely, but somehow I'm happier standing here and looking at you than I am talking to her." Nadia gasped. "I can't believe you're flirting with me at your girlfriend's birthday party," she said. "What can I say? I'm a bastard." Nadia ran her tongue over her luscious lips, eyes gleaming. "You got a hundred dollars?" she asked. "Yeah. Why?" Nadia giggled. "Can I have it?" I frowned. "What do I get out of it?" "I don't need the money." Nadia bit her lip. "I just want to borrow the bill." I rolled my eyes, fishing out my wallet and removing a nice, crisp new bill. I looked over at Emma, just in time to catch her scowling at me. She glanced at Nadia and mouthed something at me. I shrugged, and Emma turned back to her conversation. Nadia hadn't missed this little exchange. "Busted," she whispered to me, plucking ...
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