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A funny thing happened.. pt 3

Date: 8/26/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Extreme, Spanking, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

still trying to get my shit together, and failing. "I don't know: pussy, honeypot, fuck box, va-jay-jay, pleasureus tunnelus?" We were all howling now. Liz found speech first. "Probably 'pleasurea tunnela', unless we're talking about Dapper Jack's..." "Never mind!" I screamed. "Ok, Ok..." Liz seemed to be regaining control. "Let's go with 'pussy', shall we? Right, so: Hero is going to want to put his...um...his..." "Cock." I spoke quickly, hoping to avert another yuk-fest. Then I saw mischief creep into Carolyn's eyes. "Philia, you do know what a cock is?" "Of course, Gymnasia." said our naughty virgin, looking like the picture of innocence, "A cock is a male..." "Not a male chicken!" I snapped, nipping that one in the bud. Carolyn stuck her tongue out at me. I turned back to Sim, who had by now remembered how to breathe. "Pseudolus!" He looked up at me. I gave him a seductive smile. "I want you to come...over here for a minute. 9. "Yes, Mistress Gymnasia." His words brought me back to the task at hand, and the aching between my thighs, temporarily forgotten in all the hilarity, returned with a vengeance. I watched him come toward me: burly, powerful, slightly bowlegged, slightly flatfooted. There was no real grace in his movement, but there was confidence, authority. As I watched him approach, I suddenly wondered if he had altered the rules of the game slightly. He would answer to Pseudolus, banter in character, play the slave. Like a good improv-er, he would accept ... whatever was offered him, but he seemed to want to experience whatever was on offer—and he was no kind of fool; he had to have some idea of where the evening was headed—as himself, as Sim. The realization startled me. I loved the idea of being Gymnasia, of role-playing the irresistible seductress. I wanted to lose myself in the game. I, Gymnasia, just wanted to fuck, and if this short, squat slave had the nearest hard cock, I would treat him to a selection of the most exquisite debaucheries to be found between Alexandria and Gaul. I, Ginny McNally, wanted to lie back on the bed and make passionate love to Sim, not Pseudolus. (And to tell the truth, I didn't know shit about what went on between Alexandria and Gaul.) Problem was I was both I's; I wanted both things. Sim didn't seem to care what Pseudolus wanted. He wanted whatever would happen to happen to him. But maybe he thought he was about to get lucky because these three crazy chicks had some kind of weird jones for the character he was playing: negative fuckability. All of a sudden, I decided that, before this Valentine's Day was over, I would make Sim understand that whatever was about to happen would happen because I wanted him, I desired him. If I fucked it all up, if the whole thing turned to shit, if he felt hurt or used or whatever, if he never spoke to me again, we were going to dispense once and for all, with this negative fuckability horseshit. I'd wanted him from the night he called me a dream sequence, and maybe ...