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Sunday Story time
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Sunday Story time All right. Here I go again. I might be rusty at this but here comes a two parter to be finished next week. Enjoy I was really looking forward to a quiet night. Work had been hell all week and I was feeling drained both mentally and physically. I really just wanted to get out of my clothes and sit in front of my tv and let the moving pictures wash me away. I really didn’t want to hear the syncopated knocking that I knew came from my across the hall neighbor. Angie was young and vibrant. She almost smelled like ozone with that much electricity running through her. She reminded me of the notion that you can never take the spirit out of a cheerleader. She had moved in a month after I did to this small apartment building and we had seemed to keep similar hours. I helped her move some furniture and as a result she rewarded me with a home cooked meal. Friendship was easy from there. Her fondness for yoga pants and tank tops in her down time also make that friend ship easy. I found out that she worked at a building downtown at the front desk. Her natural bubbliness served her well and I could see where she was an attractive face and personality to visitors and other executives. I dragged my ass off of the couch and made my way to the door. I peeked through the peep hole and there she was , brunette hair pulled into a heat ponytail and she was dressed in the yoga pant, tank top combo that made her easy on the eyes. “Yes?” I asked opening the door wide. “You gotta come over for game night.” She said and then promptly turned on her heel and entered her suite. She left the door open and I knew it was the invitation we always had to join the other in their apartment. It was moments later that I closed her door after locking mine and made my way into her house. What I hadn’t counted on was that she had company. Two ladies my own age were at the kitchen table with her. I should mention that Angie was a good ten years younger than I was. It was why there really wasn’t anything going on between us. “Hello ladies.” I greeted them all and instantly regretted my casual sweatpants and t shirt. They were still in what I could call business wear, blazers and silk shirts were the uniform it seemed but one wore a skirt while the other had slacks. They were very genial and smiled easily at me. The three empty wine bottles probably helped out. Angie explained that she went out with her two office friends (Sonya the blond on the left and Tanya the darker more exotic looking one on the right) and they decided to swing by her place for a sudden game night. They all smiled as I sat down at the table and suddenly felt like I should be adding something to their night. I offered to head across the way and retrieve some wine but they wouldn’t hear of it. Instead they were intent on me joining them in their game of liquor pigs. It was a novelty game that came out that involved rolling little tiny pig figurines instead of dice and the loser drinking. I remembered it from my younger days. It inevitably led to a sore head the next day. I was suddenly joyous to know that tomorrow was Saturday and I could sleep the impending hangover away. The women fussed and immediately demanded that I drink three quick shots to catch up. Tanya offered a way around it by offering a big glass of irish cream to guzzle instead. The shots seemed a better choice and three shots of clear liquor were lined up. In for a penny I thought and slammed the first one back and quickly followed it with the second. The third suddenly burned like fire and I realized it was not the vodka that I thought it was. The irish cream seemed as good a way to cool the fire and half of the tumbler was finished before I asked what the last one was. The ladies quit their cackling to confess that the last one was everclear. Almost pure alcohol. The game started anew and pigs were thrown with what could only be described as drunken intensity. I was filled in that they started with margaritas at the local tex mex place after work and then came here when none of them could imagine winding the night down. As the rounds progressed and liquid levels in the bottles decreased I examined the ladies closer. Sonya was blond and into her career. Her body was relatively lush and judging from the nails and hairdo she took care of herself. I imagined that she went to a pilates or spin class and ate right 95% of the time. Tanya was almost bird thin. Her hair was cropped in a tight pixie cut and her mouth seemed to be almost too big for her face. It was by far and dominant feature and she seemed to be making a production of licking her lips after she lost and had to drink. I might have been late to the drinking but a number of loses on the pigs and the initial catch up drinks made me easily silly. I enjoyed watching these professionals slowly devolve into the obvious friends they were. Blazers were discarded and Sonya went to the bathroom and returned to add her bra to the pile of clothing. Eyebrows were raised and laughter erupted. Tanya left for the bathroom soon after and when she returned she added her slacks to the pile, stuck her tongue out at Sonya and sat down in what can only be described as the laciest boy shorts I have ever seen. Angie laughed so hard she fell out of her chair. I had never seen her so drunk. Her head was rolling and her smile was bigger than ever. I stood to help her up into her seat and the world spun for me. I steadied myself on the back of the chair and made my way across the table to help the feather light Angie back to her seat. It was while I was bent over helping her up that I distinctly felt a hand on my hand. It was soon joined by another and I stood with Angie as quickly as I could. Setting her down in her chair I turned and wagged my finger at both ladies. More good natured laughter erupted and we soon learned that the bottles were empty. Angie stood to wobble to the bathroom and the two women bemoaned the lack of liquor. It was explained that they rarely cut loose and tonight was one of those moments that lined up perfectly for all three of them. I told them I was lucky to join them and some silent communication went between them. Tanya rolled the pigs absent mindedly and it was Sonya who suggested we continue to play a few round but with truth or dare stakes. In my head I knew this was a bad idea but was gone far enough to agree. The first round was relatively tame. We found out that Sonya had lost her virginity at the tender age of fourteen when she lost. I lost the next hand and was quizzed if I ate pussy. I looked at both of them and dead panned “is there anyone out there that doesn’t?” This brought rapid head shakes from both of them and I laughed for minutes straight. Sonya lost next and instead of the truthing her dare ended up with her blouse unbuttoned as part of her dare. I was suddenly uncomfortably warm. The stakes seemed to be going up. Luckily I won the next roll and Sonya was on the spot again. She was asked to reveal her hottest encounter and she confessed to a night with her college roommate and naked massages. Now to add to the warmth of the room there was a swelling in my pants. The next round Tanya lost and Sonya dared her to kiss me. I lost my breath. Her mouth was wet and her tongue was active as well. When she came up for air my cock was stiff and I could see Sonya’s nipples straining against her unbuttoned blouse. I unconsciously shifted my hardon and wondered where this was going to end. My luck held and this time Tanya was dared to kiss Sonya. A hotter kiss I haven’t seen. It helped when Sonya reached inside her coworkers blouse and grabbed a handful to play with. Suddenly I became very aware of Angies absence. I went in search of her and found her passed out on her floor. I managed to get her off the floor and onto her bed. I tottered my way back to the table and informed the other two where our host was. We agreed to one final round of dares only. Here my luck fled me and I lost the first roll back. I was told to show them the good. Not quite sure that I wanted to whip it out in front of them I asked if I could use a work around. When they agreed I could I simply pulled the fabric tight and outlined my erection. Both ladies decided they needed to make sure it was real and stroked my package though my sweats. I sat for the next roll and when it all ended up I had to spank Tanya ten swats on her near naked ass. I gasped as she bent over and we were treated to a very lovely sight. Her shorts rode up and made a made a delightful target for me. About a half way through she was getting red and after another swat she was gasping and moaning after each hit. In my mind the ten came to an end way too early but she righted herself and our last roll began. As luck would have it my spanking target won and won huge. She jumped on the table and on her hand and knees thrust her ass in my face and yelled “Kiss it better!” |
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love the story
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Oh Boy! Sunday Story Time is going to be Awesome!!
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You havent missed a beat! Cant wait for part 2. annnnd...Welcome back! 
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love the story
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Oh Boy! Sunday Story Time is going to be Awesome!!
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honestly so am I. Thanks for reading
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You havent missed a beat! Cant wait for part 2. annnnd...Welcome back!
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