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Jun. 29th, 2018 04:47 amAlice was one of the sweetest people Alph knew, but he was really regretting testing the limits of it.
It had all started with a joke over breakfast, and Alice had accused him of being a slave to his desires when he got horny. Alph had tried to deny it, and Alice had leapt on the chance - betting him he couldn't go all day without losing control and screwing her brains out. Now, it wasn't that Alph would force himself one someone, he knew Alice was a big fan of surprise sex from someone she knew. But he liked to think he had more self-control than that.
He'd forgotten he was dealing with the Queen of Sexland. Skimpy clothes were nothing new, and neither was a lack of underwear. But she was constantly reminding him of that fact, either by bending over, or blatantly flipping her skirt. Every time she had an excuse to be near him, she was making the most of her breasts as she leaned on him. She made innuendo after innuendo when they spoke, and blatantly pointed out every nook and cranny where they might sneak a quickie. She even went as far as flashing him a few times, letting her boobs pop out of her dress for him to see without warning before tucking them back in and carrying on like that was nothing strange. Add it all together, and his cock hadn't gone soft all day; he was aching between the legs, burning up with arousal, and desperate for release.
But he still had control of himself. They finally got home, and he hadn't laid an inappropriate hand on her. He was rock-hard, a blatant tent in his shorts after Alice's antics getting them in the door (basically fucking the keyhole with the key, complete with moans), and felt like he was ready to bust if he was pushed too far - his hands were trembling a bit. But even back in their own house, he still wasn't pouncing on her.
"Convinced?"
It had all started with a joke over breakfast, and Alice had accused him of being a slave to his desires when he got horny. Alph had tried to deny it, and Alice had leapt on the chance - betting him he couldn't go all day without losing control and screwing her brains out. Now, it wasn't that Alph would force himself one someone, he knew Alice was a big fan of surprise sex from someone she knew. But he liked to think he had more self-control than that.
He'd forgotten he was dealing with the Queen of Sexland. Skimpy clothes were nothing new, and neither was a lack of underwear. But she was constantly reminding him of that fact, either by bending over, or blatantly flipping her skirt. Every time she had an excuse to be near him, she was making the most of her breasts as she leaned on him. She made innuendo after innuendo when they spoke, and blatantly pointed out every nook and cranny where they might sneak a quickie. She even went as far as flashing him a few times, letting her boobs pop out of her dress for him to see without warning before tucking them back in and carrying on like that was nothing strange. Add it all together, and his cock hadn't gone soft all day; he was aching between the legs, burning up with arousal, and desperate for release.
But he still had control of himself. They finally got home, and he hadn't laid an inappropriate hand on her. He was rock-hard, a blatant tent in his shorts after Alice's antics getting them in the door (basically fucking the keyhole with the key, complete with moans), and felt like he was ready to bust if he was pushed too far - his hands were trembling a bit. But even back in their own house, he still wasn't pouncing on her.
"Convinced?"
