My Pick Up Artist System

Chapter 119 - Just easin’ the tension, baby (R-18)

Chapter 119 - Just easin’ the tension, baby (R-18)

Author’s Note: Reminder - this is a 2-parter.

Still dripping with c.u.m, Annabelle got up off her knees, and walked over to a blank canvas she put up on a stand earlier. Then, she started painting something with her fingers, using the s.e.m.e.n...

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Ben wasn’t sure what to make of it... So, he chose not to think about it, letting his rock hard little brother do the thinking. He was the team’s strategist after all...

Satisfied to be the duo’s muscle, Ben stared at Annabelle’s juicy ass peeking out the back of her white skirt as she bent over to paint...

It was as good a bullseye as any...

Since he received the start signal, Ben took his clothes off, rose from the sofa, and walked over to her. When he reached her, his hand began rubbing her meaty asscheeks as she worked, appreciating their bounciness and smooth texture...

He didn’t know what she was working on, but he knew what his next project would be: "I’m going to f.u.c.k her..."

"Did you say something?" She turned around.

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"Oh...nothing!"

Ben realized he used the wrong quotations...

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As he continued to fondle her booty, Annabelle soon found it too distracting. "Wait! I need to finish my painting!"

Despite what she said, Ben wouldn’t fall for it. She was disengaging as they approached s.e.x, but he was aware that this was only a shit test. Women had the inherent instinct to slow things down, to control the process, but Ben wouldn’t allow her to control him.

No one could control him! He was a p.u.s.s.y-powered perpetual boner machine!

Ben sang a tune in his mind. ’My weiner once had strings, but now it’s free... There are no strings on my D!’

He was the f.u.c.keteer!

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They were in the middle of her apartment, giving her home-field advantage, but the upper hand was his...the one caressing her ass...

Ben glanced down at his double-hard little brother...and he knew this wasn’t a fair fight, because it was two brains versus one...

Receiving double the supply of ideas, he discovered the perfect response to Annabelle’s objection. "You can’t finish. You don’t have enough paint..."

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It was a logistical attack! Cutting off the enemy’s supply lines! Forcing them to retreat!

Annabelle’s brain starved as she considered his words...

"Hmmm..." It was true she ate a lot of the rations...

Considering her prior complaint solved, Ben hugged her from behind and squeeze her large melons. That’s when he caught sight of the painting she was making. It was splooge-face Al Gore...

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Ben grimaced at the sight. ’If Al knew this would happen, he would’ve let the world melt...’

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’I can’t let this absurdity continue...’ Ben decided to intervene, not wanting to let his children become the fossil fuels of Al Gore’s jizzmmortality...

As Annabelle continued to paint, Ben slid his fingers down along her sides...feeling her sleek skin...

Then he bent down, until his head was level with her succulent ass...

Grabbing two handfuls of her juicy hills, he moved one hand down between her legs, until it made direct contact with her private plain...

"Umm~" Annabelle twitched forward as Ben began massaging her p.u.s.s.y...

He rubbed her clit until he could hear her breathing... Then, slipping her panties to the side, he gazed at her luscious lips in front of him...

As he continued rubbing with one hand, he used the other to spread them apart...looking at her tiny tight hole...

His member throbbed in reaction to her musky scent...as a sudden pang of hunger struck his tongue...

Licking his lips, Ben moved his head forward, until he sampled the delicacy...

"Annh~" Annabelle was holding the sides of the canvas stand now, using it to balance herself as Ben’s tongue explored her most secret place... Without thinking, she spread her legs further, wanting more...needing more...

He obliged...

Ben traced her perfect p.u.s.s.y with his tongue...tapping and teasing her clit... Then, when she became even wetter, licking right on it...

"Mnn~" Annebelle’s hands tightened their grip, the skin on the back of her hands turning red.

Soon, Ben went from licking her clit to sucking it...lapping it up...

[Target’s current arousal level: (+1)l.u.s.tful]

Annabelle’s legs were unsteady as her pleasure center overloaded...

When her juices flowed down...Ben knew she was ready...

He stood up, bringing his c.o.c.k to the edge of her slit...rubbing it against her lips as he held her ass with one hand...

Feeling that stiff monster against her p.u.s.s.y, Annabelle’s face turned pale. "Wait! Ben! I’m...I’m a v.i.r.g.i.n!" She turned and looked at him, with great hesitation on her face...

Although she liked Ben very much, more than any other guy she’d ever been with, this was a tremendous step for any woman...

It was a good thing for Ben that he possessed prior experience with Nasa...having stepped on the moon...

So this step wouldn’t phase him. It was only an obstacle—a shit test—one he needed to clear.

His mind raced to find the solution...and soon, he generated a potent idea. ’She seems like she’s seen Black Mirror...’ With an astute and confident expression, Ben assuaged her worries. "It’s okay, it doesn’t matter. We’re in virtual reality right now."

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Annabelle giggled, unsure if he was kidding. Yet, with her rich imagination, she couldn’t reject the possibility...

Ben learned when studying motivational speaking that the secret to effective fibbing was to fib big(90%) or fib little(10%). This time, his line checked both boxes; It was a huge claim but he made it with unrelenting confidence, and also, maybe, it was true?

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Even Ben second-guessed himself. ’Maybe we are in virtual reality right now...’

In any case, his statement relieved Annabelle’s tension, and she agreed to move forward. "Okay..." She now succ.u.mbed, after having sucked c.u.m...

However, she remembered another important thing. "Just...don’t c.u.m in me...okay?"

Ben nodded with a face that said, ’Me? How would I dare?’

Meanwhile, Annabelle didn’t see the hand on her ass with its fingers crossed...

With all contingencies covered, he took off her panties... Then, he gripped the side of her round ass under her skirt...his d.i.c.k moving up and down on the entrance of her love-cave...searching for the opening... When he felt the way forward, Ben began to ease it in...

Watching this stunning blonde with a perfect body in front of him, he felt her wet insides on the tip of his manhood, and couldn’t believe it... ’Am I really going to take the v.i.r.g.i.nity of this beauty?’