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— Prologue —

“So, we both know the plan for tomorrow.” Aaron asked, pulling back the covers on the bed.

“Yes,” I agreed, tossing my clothes into the hamper. “Pleasure Marathon.” I giggled, climbing into bed next to him.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me close, our naked bodies spooning tightly. “At least one of us must get sexually pleasured in each room of the house before the end of day.” He whispered in my ear, reminding me of the rules. “Whoever initiates the encounter gets one point for that room.”

I pressed my hips against him, adding, “And no clothes for the whole day.”

Being held in his arms, I had no trouble falling asleep. I quickly drifted off to sleep with thoughts of tomorrow filling my head.

— Master Bedroom —

Aaron always slept longer than me, and today was no exception. I woke up to the sunrise breaking through our window, and slowly sat up, pushing the covers off of myself.

Looking over at him, I smiled. He had rolled over onto his back, sometime throughout the night and kicked off the blanket. I admired his dark, muscular body, as I rubbed my eyes.

Letting him sleep a little longer, I quietly made my way to the bathroom and began my morning routine. Aaron was still sleeping when I finished, but something had changed that put a mischievous smile on my face.

Mother nature was calling and I was going to answer. Between his legs, Aaron had morning wood. Crawling between his legs, I gently pushed my fingers up his thighs, lightly wrapping them around his rigid member.

With my elbows planted on the bed for support, I pressed my tongue to the base of his thick shaft. Slowly dragging my tongue up, I wrapped my lips around his tip and began bobbing my head lower. My tongue swirled around hitting all of his pleasure centers; I knew Aaron’s body, probably better than he did at this point.

He woke up and stretched as his cock bottomed out in the back of my throat. “Ohh, Morgan.” He moaned my name as I moved my hand to massage his jewels.

I continued as I felt the familiar throb that came right before he did. His muscles tensed as his hot goo shot down my throat and filled my mouth.

I slurped down the rest and began licking him clean before I wiped my mouth. “That’s the master bedroom complete.”

I stood and walked to the door, stopping to give him one last mischievous grin before disappearing out of view.

— Kitchen —

After leaving the bedroom, I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot. Dumping out the old coffee, I refilled the carafe and poured the water into the coffee maker. As I was scooping new grounds into the filter, Aaron walked into the kitchen, a devilish smile across his face. It was a look I knew all too well.

“No, no, no. Wait.” I tried as he approached, but he didn’t listen.

His hands latched to my ribs, and I dropped the scoop as my arms snapped to my sides. Squeals escaped my mouth as I contracted, my body involuntarily shrinking as he tickled me.

“Stop, stop.” I laughed, trying to fight against the tickling.

When he finally finished his relentless assault, I was out of breath and almost on the floor. Effortlessly, he lifted me up and tried to kiss me. I turned as he leaned in and gave him my cheek. I made a pouty face at him, and he tried to kiss me again. I turned the other way, but again he kissed my cheek.

When I looked back at him, he had a smirk on his face, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn’t stay mad at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him several times.

With me wrapped around his torso, he finished prepping the coffee. After pressing start on the machine, he moved his hands under my ass and pulled me up further.

His fingers, tightly gripping against my skin, began raking back and forth, causing my body to tingle with excitement. As his fingers inched closer to my tender wetness, my heart began to flutter with anticipation.

As he teased my lips, I reached down to feel for him, and found him to be as ready as I was. Almost as if he read my mind, Aaron started lowering me. I guided him in and began rocking my hips as I slid down onto him.

My eyes rolled as I pushed down further. When he was fully inside, he moved his arms under my knees, and I began lifting myself off. Rolling my hips as I moved up and down, we quickly found a rhythm.

As both of our bodies approached climax, he stepped over and pressed me against the wall. His hands pushed my thighs, pinning them back as his thrusts grew harder and faster.

Our breathing grew heavy and ragged as pleasure built. My body throbbed against his as we finished together. Slowing down, we grabbed and kissed each other, holding tight as we caught our breaths.

I chuckled as he sat me back down on the ground; my legs were weak. Carefully I made my way over to the coffee pot and filled two mugs.

Aaron picked one up and smugly said, “Kitchen, complete.”

— Game Room —

After we finished drinking coffee together, we went to our respective maraş escort spaces. Aaron claimed the den as his Man Cave, and I got the guest room, which we converted into a sort of Gamer Girl room.

It was kind of cliche, but I had decorated the room full of pink lights and pop culture decor. My chair was Hello Kitty themed and all of my peripherals were pink as well.

I sat down at my computer and logged in. After joining a Discord call, I loaded up the game Fortnite. Some of the people from our server joined the call and I invited them to play with me.

I smiled to myself as we loaded into the match; these boys had no idea that I was completely naked on the other side of the mic. It was an exciting thought.

We played together for a while, before Aaron stepped into the doorway, that devilish smile of his wide across his face.

“No.” I mouthed, fighting a smirk as I turned back to the game. Of course he didn’t listen.

He walked behind my chair and put his hands on my shoulders. Just feeling his hands on my skin made my breathing heavy with anticipation. As his fingers pressed lower down my chest, my teammate, MustyDuck, called out an approaching enemy team.

“Two enemies in the house.” He said, “Pushing.”

“Right behind you, Ducky.” I said, trying to remain calm.

Aaron’s fingers grazed my breasts as I walked into the house. His fondling was making it hard to focus. Hearing gunshots I ran over to MustyDuck and found myself behind the enemies.

Trying to make me lose, Aaron began groping me tighter, his fingers pinching and twisting my tender buds. MustyDuck was downed by the enemies, but he managed to take one of them with him. With Aaron distracting me, my aim was horrible, but I managed to down the second enemy. I ran over to my MustyDuck and began reviving him.

“Squad wipe.” I panted, as I watched their bodies pop with loot. My heart was racing.

“Thanks for coming.” He said as I picked him up. I laughed at his choice of words.

As the rest of our teammates joined us, we began searching the house for more loot, but Aaron was determined to have his way with me. His hands moved lower, stretching across my stomach and down between my legs.

The next several minutes were relatively boring in-game as we didn’t see any more enemies. IRL, however, things heated up quickly.

Aaron lifted my legs and placed them on my desk spread open. I was almost laying down, with my controller on my stomach at this point.

After some heavy petting, he rubbed between my puffy lips, before sinking his fingers deep inside of me. My eager slit held tight to his fingers as he rubbed inside of me.

With his free hand, he continued to play with my nipples, careful to avoid blocking the screen from my view. His touch caused pleasure to sear across my skin. No longer able to hold in my moans, I muted my microphone.

“One squad left.” MustyDuck called out as our team regrouped. “Two V. Four, we got this.”

As our team spread out to look for them, I stayed near MustyDuck, knowing I wouldn’t be able to take them out by myself with Aaron pleasuring me.

“Sniper, Sniper.” One of our other teammates called out as they got downed.

Before our last teammate could get to cover, he was downed as well. “He’s in the fucking storm.”

Somehow I didn’t see Aaron bring it with him when he walked in, but he pulled out one of our bedroom toys; a small, but powerful vibrator. Turning it on, he pressed it to my nipple, then my thigh. As he pushed it closer, the vibrations surged through my body, and my legs began trembling.

MustyDuck and I slipped inside a nearby building to avoid being shot. He ran to the second floor to try and shoot the sniper before he could get back inside the circle. The kill feed pops twice. MustyDuck killed the sniper, but the last enemy got him. It was all down to me.

I squeezed my legs as tight as I could, trying to delay the orgasm I knew was coming. I creeped up the stairs and caught him from behind. I popped it and broke his shield with my first shot, but he turned and started shooting back. I panicked, pulling in closer. Miss. Miss. Miss. Hit!

“Victory Royale!” My teammates cheered, as my body throbbed full of adrenaline and endorphins.

Quivering, I dropped my controller on the floor. My body was shaking as the pleasure washed over me.

“I ne…” I started into the mic, trying to catch my breath. “I need to go.”

I disconnected from the call and sat back in my chair, still panting. I looked up at Aaron and tried to stop him, “Don’t even… say it.”

“Game Room, Complete.” He said, the same smug smile across his face. Pulling the bangs from my face, he kissed my forehead and walked out.

— Guest Bathroom —

While cooling down from our last encounter, I decided to stream a show instead of trying to play another game. After a few episodes, I went to go see what Aaron was doing.

As I walked into the hallway, there he was, standing outside the guest bathroom door. kahta escort We made eye contact, and with a smarmy look on his face, he gestured inside.

“How long have you been waiting here?” I asked, shaking my head with a laugh.

He chuckled. “Probably too long.”

I rolled my eyes teasingly, before grabbing his hand and walking in. Aaron sat down on the edge of the tub and pulled me close. Wrapping his arms behind my waist, he began kissing from my chest up to my neck. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

As we continued kissing, I swung my feet into the bath, straddling him. We sat like this for a while, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, as I rubbed my wetness against his stiff tool.

Letting me know he was ready, his hands moved down my back, his fingers curling around my ass. As he lifted me up I rolled my hips back and pulled his tip to my wet mound. My eyes fluttered as I felt him sliding in, my body molding against his.

Slowly, I began pushing back and forth against his body. The erotic feeling of him moving inside of me renewed my lust. As I started moving faster, his grip tightened, holding me steady.

Curling his fingers further, he pressed against my tight hole as I continued grinding on him. I didn’t like to admit it, but as well as I knew his body, he knew mine, and my body liked this. Each little prod was like he pressed my pleasure button sending waves of climactic energy surging through my body.

Using the wall of the tub for leverage, I started pulling further off of him and plopping back down, my hips slapping against his lap. As my climax approached, my grinding became more desperate.

With his hands curled under my ass, Aaron stood up and took control. Using his arms he swung me towards his hips while thrusting forward. He was being rapid, aggressive; a side of him I didn’t see often.

Leaning forward more, his hands moved to my hips and squeezed hard, almost painful, but we were both so close to climax that it only built on the pleasure as I continued to clap against him.

As I finally reached orgasm, my body throbbed against him, and he slowed down. I don’t know when he finished but I could feel him leaking out of me as he sat back down.

We kissed between heavy breaths until we cooled off. After holding each other for several minutes we stood up and went back to our own things. For me that meant TV in bed.

— Man Cave —

Eventually realizing that Aaron had initiated the last three sexual encounters, I decided it was my turn. Looking around the house, I found him in the Den, his Man Cave.

Sitting in the middle of the couch, he was enthralled with some pre-game report on SportsCenter. I went to the kitchen and prepared a couple sandwiches for us, as well as pouring some salsa in a bowl and grabbing a bag of tortilla chips from the pantry.

“Go, go. Go!” He shouted at the flat screen as I entered the Man Cave. “Touchdown!”

I set the food on the coffee table and pushed it away from the couch. “Babe, I’m watching the game.” He said, as I knelt between his legs. “Can you wait till after?”

“Not a chance.” I smirked as I pushed his legs further apart.

My hands scoured his thighs, moving up and around his growing manhood. Washing over the ripples on his stomach, my hands pushed up to his core. Then continuing, I took a play from his book; pinching and twisting his nipples caused him to twitch between his legs as blood rushed to fill his tool.

Gently cupping his sensitive bits, I slowly stroked his shaft while rubbing his tip against my tongue. Moving both of my hands up and down at the same time, I slowly pushed his tip between my lips.

Filling my mouth with saliva, I let it drip down his rigid shaft as I chased it with my tongue. With the pleasure building, he moaned, leaning against the couch, his head rolling back.

I slurped against his member as I pulled my head back up. Lost in the moment, he put his hands on the back of my head and grabbed a handful of hair.

Moving my hands to the inside of his thighs, I steadied myself as I picked up speed. My fingers spread out onto his hips while my thumbs pressed under, inching towards his ass.

His hands gently pushed as I went down. He was eager for that release, but while he was watching the game, I was playing one of my own.

“Go. go. go.” He slowly moaned as I worked his shaft, his hands little more than resting on my head at this point.

Feeling the familiar throb that signals his climax, I pulled back and wrapped both of my hands firmly around him. It only took a few pumps before he unloaded onto my chest. “Touchdown.” I teased.

After milking out every drop, I used my mouth to clean up his sensitive rod. Sitting down on the couch, I pulled the coffee table back and grabbed a tortilla chip.

Using it to scoop his load off my chest, I said, “Man Cave, Complete.”

As I put the chip in my mouth and crunched down on it, Aaron laughed at me, “You’re a certified freak.”

“And you love kaman escort me for it.” I leaned over to kiss him.

“I do.” He smirked as he kissed me.

I sat with him for a while as we ate the food I brought in. Finishing the sandwiches, I took the plate while leaving him the chips and salsa. Placing the plate in the sink, I headed for the bathroom.

— Laundry Room —

After cleaning off my chest in our bathroom, I noticed the laundry basket was almost full. Realizing that today was a unique chance to have all of our clothes clean at the same time, I decided now would be a good time to wash them.

Picking up the hamper, I added in our towels, before carrying it to the laundry room. I tossed the clothes into the washer, added a detergent pod, and hit start.

Waiting in the bedroom for the washer to finish, I grabbed my headphones and cell phone from the nightstand. I played some music and scrolled through social media until I got the notification that the washer had completed its cycle.

As I stood up, one of my favorite songs started playing. I was feeling good today so I danced my way back to the laundry room, singing along.

I didn’t see him, but Aaron followed me into the laundry room. Lost in my music, I swapped the clothes from the washer to the dryer and hit start.

Before I could turn around, I felt hands wrap around my waist. Startled, I flinched at his touch before melting into his body. I looked up and he bent down to kiss me.

I pulled my headphones down around my neck and Aaron said, “I love you.” A sincere smile spread across his face, as his arms wrapped tightly around me.

“Take me now.” I whispered, my loins set ablaze by his honest sincerity.

He picked me up and set me down on top of the dryer, his body not yet ready for the encounter. Grabbing my headphones, he placed them back over my ears and gently ran his fingers over my eyelids. I closed my eyes, confused, but I trusted him.

With one hand behind my back and one on my neck, he bent down and kissed behind my ear. His hot breath sent shivers of anticipation coursing through my body.

As he suckled on my neck, his hand moved lower, down to my bare breasts, his fingers gently grazing my skin. The sensation of his touch was heightened by the lack of sight and sound.

With his hands supporting me, he moved me to the corner of the dryer, my legs now dangling. As my pleasure mound pressed against the corner of the dryer, its low rumbles shook throughout my body, a soft pleasure building.

As Aaron’s hands and lips continued exploring my body, I leaned into the corner of the dryer, its rumbles shaking me a little harder, until the buzzer sounded, tickling between my legs.

With the dryer signaling a completed cycle, a wry smile cracked along my face. I hopped down from the dryer and opened the door. Spreading my feet, I arched my back and climbed in, exposing my sensitive areas to him.

“Oh no.” I said, exaggerating. “I’m stuck in the dryer. If only there was some big strong man to pull me out.”

Aaron laughed, walking behind me. He placed his hands on my ass, pushing his fingers forward around my hips as he stepped closer, pressing himself against me.

Playfully wiggling my ass, I pushed back against his now rigid member. “Oh wow.” I continued the silly scenario. “I’m really stuck, maybe you should pull harder.”

His grip tightened on my hips as he pulled me further against him. Feeling him stretch me out, I inhaled sharply, overwhelmed by the shooting pleasure.

I could feel him step forward, putting his feet beside mine as he slid all the way inside of me. The feeling of his hips against mine was as erotic as his thick shaft stretching me out.

My body gripped tight against his as he pulled back. Slamming forward, his rigid member forced moans out of my body. Desperate for more, I started pushing harder back as he slammed forward, forcing him deeper inside of me.

As the long, deep strokes steadied out, Aaron moved one of his hands to my ass and began rubbing my tight hole. With me bent forward and stretched out, he pushed more firmly, sliding the tip of his thumb inside of me.

Shocked by the sensation, my holes squeezed and throbbed. I wanted to be mad, but it felt so damn good. Gripping firmly, his thumb pulled against my asshole.

I was already so close but I couldn’t hold it any longer. My legs began shaking as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I tried to push Aaron off of me, but he grabbed me tighter and thrust deep inside of me, holding me still as his throbbing member filled me up.

As he slowly backed out, I fell to my knees. Climbing out of the dryer, I tried to catch my breath. Looking up, my eyes narrowed at him, “Don’t get any…” I panted. “Funny ideas.”

His chest rising and falling, he smirked, “Laundry Room, complete.”

Holding out a hand, he helped me to my feet. My legs still weak, I leaned against the washer, as Aaron took the clothes from the dryer and put them in our clean clothes hamper.

— Master Bathroom —

Needing time to cool down from the last encounter, I returned to our bedroom and dumped the clothes onto the bed. Turning on the TV, I scrolled through the streaming services until I found a movie to watch while folding the clothes.

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