1. I cheated


    Date: 5/9/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: Natascha4BBC, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Two years around this time, I was at a small party, roughly 30 people. I knew some of them, but most were strangers to me. It was carnival season and everybody was in high spirits. My boyfriend at that time wasn't with me as he was on a skiing trip for two weeks. I didn't join him as I don't like these cold sports. I had a lot of fun at the party. We joked and drank quite a bit, Tequila shots, Vodka with sherbet powder, ..., well, you know these kind of parties :). At one point, I started to wear a red helmet, one of the guys had brought with him. For some reason that I can't remember anymore, probably too much alcohol, I didn't want to let go of the helmet for the remainder of the night. When the party was nearing its end, early in the morning, the guy whom the helment belonged, approached me and wanted it back. However, I was still refusing. So he said jokingly, &#034Well, if you don't want to give it bakc, you have to come home with me&#034, to which I just shrugged and replied &#034okay&#034 with a smile. He seemed surprised for a moment, but the he agreed. We took our coats and were on our way, he supporting me from time to time as I was still unsteady on my legs from all the drinks. Once we arrived at his place --hmm, thinking about it, I still can't remember his name nor whether he even told me-- we took of our coats and shoes. He guided me to his room. Apparently he was living in a flat-share appartment. When we were in his room, I think he probed just how far he ...
    could take me. He tapped on the edge his bed and said &#034This is where the helmet usually rests.&#034 Still tipsy and considering this as some kind of game, I went over and sat down on the bed where he had tapped, crossing my legs and folding my hands over my knees. Triumphantly, I looked up at him and smiled &#034So, now the helmet rests just where you want it to be.&#034 He sat down next to me and replied, &#034Well, not exactly. You would have to take it off and put it on the bed.&#034 I looked at him, shook my head while holding the helmet, and made a sulking face. &#034Well you have to take it all of at some point&#034, he told me, and added after a short pause &#034What about a compromise? You can keep wearing the helmet, but the rest has to go off. You can only have one or the other.&#034 I tilted my head and looked at him. After a moment, I nodded &#034Yes, that sounds reasonable.&#034 The worst thing about this was that I really believed it at that moment. I stood up, still on wobbly legs, and, probably to his surprise, I began to pull off my socks. I had to stop in between, supporting myself on a cupboard, but I finally managed to get them off. Loooking over at him, I tried to straighten myself and began to open the buttons of my brown shirt. I like to imagine him sitting there with buldging eyes, but it probably was rather with a sly smile. Once I had my shirt open, I let it fall down to the floor, revealing a light blue top underneath. I gave the guy a confident ...
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