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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by groves...)

Your perfect record on AirBnB is most definitely fucked.

You could smell it before you saw it. Sweat. The air was thick with it. A subtle sting in your nostrils that must have permeated the entire living room. The leather couch you sat in last night was soiled. The carpet littered with decorative pillows, Jamie’s pants, and your girlfriend’s pajamas. The tablecloth on the dining table shifted and crumpled. Large spaces on the kitchen countertops cleared off. Wall art either knocked down or crooked.

They did it absolutely everywhere.

The last thing you noticed was the back door ajar. You step out to the pool deck. There, lying on one of the lounge chairs, Jamie lies in the morning sun. Facing away from you at the back door, you best friend looks out on the picturesque countryside, one hand on his lap, the other behind his head as he reclines. As you slowly approach, you realize Rachel is still with him.

Rachel is laying across the two lounge chairs, naked as the day she was born. As you walk up behind her you see evidence of the night’s events. Small bruises cover her legs, likely from Jamie’s grip. Her ass is bright red. Her pussy looks properly and generously used. Red raw, coated in layer after layer of Jamie’s cum in various states of ooze and crust. Her inner thighs shine from a thin layer of her own wetness. Her hair looks tangled as you see her head bob up and down, giving the near unconscious looking Jamie a slow, sensual blowjob. Yesterday was only a warmup for the sex marathon that your girlfriend had with Jamie while you slept.

Sensing your presence, Rachel pops Jamie’s now flaccid cock out of her lips. Jamie’s eyes don’t open. After many drunken nights with him, you recognize when Jamie is dead asleep. He snores lightly as Rachel gingerly sits up and turns to face you. She wipes something from the corner of her mouth and sucks on her finger.

“Hey baby, ” she grins, “Sorry. I guess I lost track of time.” She looks out past the pool at the sky coming to light on the horizon. “That’s a lovely view.” She looks back to you. Her eyes, still hungry, dip below your waist. “That’s a better one, though.

You were so overwhelmed by the scene you hadn’t even realized. You hated that it was true but, piecing together Rachel’s night and seeing her in this bare, blissful state, your body has betrayed you. Your cock stands stiff, the thin material of your pajamas doing nothing to hold it down. Rachel runs her soft hand up your left leg, sending chills up your spine. She chuckles as she makes her way up to your turgid rod and grips it through your pants.

“Mmmm, ” she moans, “I had better take care of this for you.”

She undoes the button fly and pushes the material into your pelvis, your cock sliding out of its hiding place and into her sweaty, wet face. She takes it with her right hand and moves her face beneath it. You feel that paralysis you’ve experienced so many times these past 24 hours. As well as Rachel’s warm tongue lapping at your balls.

She sucks and licks at your package, popping them into her mouth and bathing them in her saliva. She moans and strokes your shaft slow and deep. A small part of you wants to force her to stop. To shove her off of your cock and leave this place. That part is drowned out when her tongue leaves your balls, trails it’s way up the soft underside of your member, and swirls around its head before your cock is engulfed by your girlfriend’s warm, wet mouth.

You release a tension you hadn’t realized you were holding as your girlfriend expertly pleases you. Her hand holds your base as she bobs her head on your shaft, snaking and swirling her tongue along your glans. She pops up, stroking your now sloppy cock with her right hand and gazes up at you in a lustful daze.

“You have to understand, Ross. That cock…” Rachel’s hand moves idly down her abdomen. You’re so out of it you can’t fully hear her as her grip glides and twists along your shaft. “Once it’s up it takes so much effort to get rid of it. No matter what I did, no matter how many times…” Her hand delves into her depths, feeling the slick coating of your friend’s cum in her pussy. As she begins rubbing her used pussy, there’s no doubt about her meaning anymore: she’s talking about Jamie. “it just wouldn’t go down.” She looks up to the farmhouse door. “I mean, you saw how hard I tried last night. When I brought him up yesterday I was hoping to get it out of his system. But he just kept going, and then I kept cumming and-” Her hand still stroking you, she looks over her shoulder to Jamie.

She picks up the pace on you and herself. Almost subconsciously, you move a hand to her head. She flinches and tightens her grip on you, still stroking. Without warning, she shoves you down her throat and massages your cock with her tongue. You moan louder than you wanted to as you suddenly cum, shooting your semen clean down her throat. Your legs go loose and you close your eyes, trying to concentrate on standing. Even after you feel the cold morning air on your member you keep them shut. Trying desperately to gather yourself. You hear the sounds of the lounge chair shifting beneath you and try to block it out as you teeter on your feet.

“Hey baby.”

Rachel’s voice cuts through the fog as the last of this intense orgasm leaves your system. You look down at the lounge chair hoping to see her looking back up at you.