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He was a dweeb, she told herself in an attempt to not blush – or worse, shiver, in response to his lips kissing her smooth skin. Instead she sighed, gulped, and tried to keep her back straight, and her knee’s locked. Although, the natural response was to let her knee’s get wobbly so her back fell into his chest, and enable the slightest shimmy of her lips upwards into a smirk that expressed not only how happy it made her feel when he granted her with those small touches of effection, but how wet she got. This arrangment was becoming a problem she thought for the trillionth time that second week of them being attached in practically every way. She was….addicted? She wasn’t sure, or better yet, she didn’t want to admit how much she needed him, because it ranged from pathetic, to frightening. “Yes,” she smiled gratefully and took it immediately. “Another,” she said, without even looking at the bartendor, but keeping her eyes on Sam. “These are on you right? I couldn’t bring a wallet, and it’s a lot more fun if I’m drinking on your tab.” She smirked, looking at him with a mischevious glint in her eyes.
Sam was enjoying the arrangement and he wasn't hiding it in the least. She was definitely growing to enjoy him as well, and that was quite pleasing to him too. "Good." He said, before kicking back his drink with all his frat boy ability, proving he might have been a bit too good at drinking when it went down like water. He raised an eyebrow as she was quick to insist on a second one. He rolled his eyes a little, but he couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, they're on me tonight. But if you go on drinking too much, I might have to punish you for it later." He warned her, though he was already thinking of the things he had in store for her the rest of the night. He took the next set of drinks, finish his as the same time he handed her to her. He wasn't going to let her get ahead of him. As much as he wanted to be in total control, he also wanted a nice buzz as things got hotter.
“Hm, let me check the forecast,” she joked, eyes looking down at her chest, “a little.” She tipped her head upwards to look him in the eyes, a small smile gracing her face. It was few and far between that her exquisite shell of cold, calm, and quite frankly, bitchy, cracked. It was a different route of the usual norm, so for that moment, her face was blanketed by her angelic features warmed by her full lips, curving into a smile; as she looked up at Sam. her nipples were hard, only slightly though, but if that was an excuse good enough to have him circling and holding her from behind, then she would run with it. She leaned into him, hands falling into his strong arms, and holding him close. “I want a drink tonight, no two – tequila preferably. Maybe I won’t feel so damn self-conscious in this dress you insisted on me wearing.”
Sam watched her eye her breasts and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. He was getting used to her nuscances at this point and he wasn't bothered by it. She was giving him that look and he was struggling not to wipe it off her face. "You want two drinks?" He asked, whispering into her hair. She smelled as good as she tasted and he placed a soft kiss on her neck. "You shouldn't be selfconscious, you look so sexy." He said softly, his voice almost a deep gravel at this point. "Come on, we'll go inside and get you the drinks." He said, gently nudging her towards the drinks. He got them inside without any trouble, and lead her to the bar, the men around her dispersing quickly to their own interests. He got the bartender's attention, ordering shots for them both. He passed one to her with a smile. "This good enough, princess?"

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untouchablebella:
Isabella was fumbling as Sam, and his crew of boys, walked into the dimly lit bar. It was two towns over, several of them had already been drinking, not to mention gawking at the tiny and barely there outfit Sam had dressed her in – or more like forced her in. Although, even if she wouldn’t admit it, she did put it on, like it was some sort of duty she would proudly fill for him. It was a tiny black dress, it molded to her every curve on her body. The back was non-existent, but strings of chain swooping from one end to the other, all the way down to her ass; so it peaked out from the silver chains roping across it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her nipples, with the slightest chill or brush of wind, showed through. Big, bouncy, and with a dress so tight and thin, it looked like they were meerly painted over. She felt nervous, trying to brush her dress down every so slightly, but when they walked in she stopped, and raised her head high as they walked to the door. Her hands tightened around Sam’s grip a little tighter, hoping the boys stayed close so her nearly open ass and back weren’t on display, to the bar that wasn’t packed to the brim, but there was several others around. “Sam, can’t I wear your jacket or something,” she leaned up to whisper into his hear. A hand brushed her shoulder shyly, then whisking away one of the few hairs that fallen out of the top bun sitting on her head. Her face was only masked with light make up, and hair up, so the outfit stole the show, but still, her face was angelic, beautiful, and if you just looked at it, you wouldn’t dare think such a sinful dress, and body was attached to it.
Sam was still a bit disbelieving that he had Isabella at his beck and call whenever he wanted her. Of course, she probably had other opinions, but he was thrilled about it. He had control of her wardrobe, and she'd been good about following it, and she always managed to look like some kind of sex goddess with her body in perfect form. He almost liked her better with a small amount of clothing on, the slight mystery and knowing she was on edge and worried about it with every movement. Sam just wore a black tank top, leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans and he looked damn fine. He kept his hand around her possessively and protectively. As much as he liked eyes on her, she was still his but all means and he wanted people to know that. He glanced over at the brunette as she spoke softly. "What, are you cold?" He asked, a moment of softness as he pulled her close in front of him, his body pressed against her back, arms going over. Some of the other guys were there too, but Sam knew they'd probably be doing other things, all Sam could think about was how close her ass and his dick were at that point once more.
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untouchablebella:
Her body hung loosely over the couch. Jarring back and forth as they grabbed at her, paying no mind to one another so it wasn’t like some sort of well oiled machine, but instead, Bella’s body swayed back and forth, side to side, where ever the harsh forces of their hands lead her. But there was no complaints, in fact, there was moans, a few squeals of shock at how rough they were, even pouting, and some whining that could easily be judged as rejection, or soliciting more from them. “I want more…” she breathed out, “I want a cock,” slurred words spoken at no one in particular again.
Her eye lids hung heavy, there was a small slither that wasn’t occupied by darkness. It was the alcohol, it was the hands, it was the voice, cheers, lust, everything, it hung so heavy on her petite body. Bella’s back was curving, even hands clambering towards the boys pants, she was so eager, it was should have been embarrassing, but she wanted more, “I want more hand on me, more cock,” she said, even chuckling a bit as she said it.
Mind was swimming, clouded with two particular emotions: lust and desire. Eyes were closing, the slither of light not vanished by her eyelids was becoming smaller, and smaller, then Sam’s cock wasn’t teasing but shoving it’s way inside her pussy. Eye lashes flung open to expose large brown eyes. Irises wide, round, and growing with her mouth that was popped right open. “Fuck!” She screamed, people laughed, James and Alex high fived one another. They were closest, they could see her fingers trembling, body rigid, and the sporadic flicker of her long eye lashes as he rammed into her again.
It was too much, her head was spinning, air was lodged deep into her throat, she couldn’t breath, didn’t know how too honestly. Her pussy felt like it was being torn apart, to big, to thick, too everything – too fucking much….too fucking good. “Fuck,” she yelled, but not as loud, and air actually followed the word. She was breathing again, but it was strained as ragged, her fingers were curled into the boys pants, practically holding herself for a moment till her head flopped forward. “It’s so fucking good,” pursed lips breathed out, “go slowly, I can’t take too much.” She heard the crowd cheering, some yelling, ‘fuck her!’, ‘she still want that extra cock, I got one’, ‘let me feel her up too’. So much shouting, but all she could concentrate still was his cock pulsing in her tight hole. It was starting to feel good, but still, the slightest movement and whisk of pain kept punching at her stomach, it punched and pulled, but for some reason, it felt still felt so good.
Her lips pried open again, the seam slowly plopping completely open so her mouth was shaped like an ‘O’. The extra cocks, the hands, she still wanted it, in fact it made the pain damper just a tad, but it was far too much. “Again baby, but slow,” she instructed him, she could hear someone, probably James, “you gonna let her tell you what to do, I thought she was your slave.” Bella snickered, “he does what I say.” Far too confident, but she blamed that on the alcohol, forgetting her place.
Sam looked down at the brunette as she whined, demanding more from the group of men surrounding her. He knew she enjoyed this, but he would never have guessed how she would have gotten with a little alcohol in her system. He had to chuckling, looking over at her body willing to do whatever he wanted at this point. Liam and James were starting to get anxious, James was quick to shed his pants, pulling his cock up and closer to her mouth. "Suck it you little bitch." He said, pushing it against her full lips.
Sam knew what he was about to do was going to have an extreme reaction and he looked up at James, gently putting his hand on his shoulder, telling him to wait. He didn't think James would want to miss it. Liam had proceeded to get his pants down, and his hand was pushing against her open hand, knowing the brunette was definitely going to be willing to stroke, still demanding for more.
Sam shoved into her, her pussy so tight, but then again to a guy like him, there really wasn't a loose pussy out there. He could feel her entire body tense up in pain for him. Her voice breaking out in a pained breath. He stilled, letting her pussy do the work, clamping around his cock, as if to pull him in deeper. He could see the crowd was getting wild and he chuckled, wondering if he should really give it to her like she wanted. She probably wouldn't be able to walk for a couple days.
The moment she started asking for things, Sam felt the need to stuff her mouth full. The crowd was quick to give him crap about it. "Hey James." He motioned to her mouth. The other man grinned and was quick to put his cock back towards her mouth. "Now, whore!" He said, pushing it against her lips and not giving her a choice. Sam thrust his cock into her pussy deeper, feeling her body jerking forward, and her pussy expanding to fit more of him inside her.
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“Once a fuckboy, always a fuckboy.”
text message.sam
SAM: Well, good.
SAM: It's just cause it's not hard right now.
BELLA: That's truly all you care about, ha?
BELLA: Sure. Or maybe it's just because my phone been beeping like crazy with guys sending me certain kind of.../text/. I guess being on your arms just makes me even more wanted.
SAM: No, didn't we just go over this?
SAM: Oh, you're getting lots of sexts or dick pics? Well, that's too bad for them.
text message.sam
BELLA: There not something I can really leave behind, but I can share them with others.
BELLA: It looks smaller then usual.
SAM: Well, good.
SAM: It's just cause it's not hard right now.

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text message.sam
BELLA: Good, because it's not like I love you. I'm surprised you want to keep me around that long.
BELLA: Show me your cock.
SAM: As long as you keep your boobs.
SAM: http://40.media.tumblr.com/377b9c1d020eff555607775d3ca984ad/tumblr_nvapalh7ry1uo9dtjo1_1280.jpg
The first time | James and Jenny
untouchablebella:
Jenny’s body was still withering from the explosive orgasm. Her mind, for the the first time, wasn’t chaotic with a thousand different thoughts, and conflicting emotions. For a moment, she was at peace. Elated as the last thrills of the orgasm raddled her nerves, and even the faintest smile blossomed onto her pretty lips. Then he spoke, and reality was like a cold weight on her conscious.
“No,” she huffed out quickly. Shaking her head as she gulped back the moans. Lips swiping together and clambering into her mouth as she tried to keep quiet. “I can’t…” it was suddenly drown out, slight implications of a moan, the tingling from his tip rubbing her still felt between her legs. “It’s bad,” she dug her head into the pillow, but picked her hips up, a faint rock of her hips into him.
James watched her as she struggled with the orgasm but he was much beyond wanting just to please her now. He could see the resistance flood back into her eyes as he mentioned fucking her. He knew what it meant, but he didn't care anymore. He couldn't stop thinking about his sister, and he wanted nothing more than to make her some sort of sex fiend to call his own.
He glanced down at her as she whimpered and protested. He could feel how wet she was still, and her pussy randomly clenching in pleasure still, especially with every flick of his cock against her clit. "Hm don't lie to me, Jenny. You can and you want it. Don't you want a nice thick cock inside you, to fill you up and make you feel that good again. Your whole body just tingling and trembling in pleasure." He said, feeling her hips rock against him. He didn't even ask again, his cock pressing right into her, pushing into her tight pussy and he growled in pleasure. "Fuck, Jen, I figured you were a virgin, but jesus, you're so tight." He groaned, feeling like his cock was suffocating in her pussy and he was loving it.
text message.sam
BELLA: Because boys will do or say anything to keep a girl around.
BELLA: Nothing.
SAM: I'm not lying to you, I mean, it's not like I declared everlasting love to you. I said it could be possible some day.
SAM: Your tits make things fun.
go home or go 10 inches
untouchablebella:
Isabella slowed down when he started to move. Her body shifting and dipping when he scrambled onto the mattress. She didn’t look up, completely ignorant to the camera, she was far too busy sucking on his head. Not letting a moment go by without her mouth, tongue, or even sloppy, but light scraps of her teeth running along his sensitive head. When he was perfectly positioned on top of her she craned her head upwards again and began to suck.
The motions were far more fluid and easier. His growth was a quickly occupying every crevice of her mouth. His girth caused her once plump lips to expand into thin lines as she slapped her tongue along the underside of cock and inched down. Every few seconds she came up for air, but it was a moment of emptiness before she was jousting her head forward.
Big brown eyes finally detached from watching her work to look up at him. She was startled at first by the camera, but her mouth was a bit occupied and she was a tad turned on by the massive invasion of privacy. Instead of mouthing off about it, she simply nodded her head, then squealed when his large hand pounded into her big breast. It was almost as hot as him slapping her pussy. It stung, even tingled, it scared her, but turned her on. Wide eyes peeping up on him said it all, the moan that vibrated along his cock spoke volumes on the twisted sense of pleasure it gave her too. It egged her on, faster pumps, practically fucking his dick with her own mouth at the speed of her head bobbing on his cock. “I want your cum baby, all over me,” she panted, jacking him off as she took a small breath to properly breath before gobbling him up again.
She was there, only maybe a few inches of his cock not occupied by the warm and squishy texture of her mouth. The dribble spit and pre-cum made for a sloppy view, and even sloppier blow job. Strings of spit dripping from her plump lips, even bubbling around them. Isabella didn’t care, pleasing him seemed to be her own priority.
Sam was trying to get the camera to focus but the quick flicks of Isabella's tongue on him had him so distracted he wasn't even sure what he was looking at through the LCD screen. She hadn't noticed and he enjoyed her honest reactions captured this way, not sure if she would get shy, or put on a show when she realized. He slapped her tit, watching her moan in surprise and he knew she was all about the pain, and there would be plenty of fun to be had between the two of them if he could get her to continue.
He let her do the work, her mouth swallowing around his thick cock as much as she could. He was really impressed to see her get as much down as she had. He grinned wickedly down at her as she pumped her hand along his length as she spoke. "All over you?" He chuckled, reaching down and grabbing her hair, holding her face still for a second and he gagged her with his dick on purpose, for nothing other than to watch her eyes widen once more.
He let go, letting her continue on with her blowjob, as she proceeded to make a mess of herself. She was drooling down her chin and chest, eyes watering and she hadn't even stopped to wipe any of it away. "What a good little cock slut. I'm gonna cum all over you." He said with a groan, he could feel his dick twitching as he tried to hold out. It was impossible to resist when she was giving him one of the most eager blowjobs he'd ever received. He pulled his cock from her lips and reached down, stroking his cock with his big hands.
He was quick, knowing how to stroke himself to climax, before unleashing a thick white load all over her face and pulling back to cover her large heaving breasts. "Fuck..." He growled, watching his jizz splatter on her skin through the camera. "That's a good girl, eat it up..." He breathed, his voice a deep rasp, trying to get control of himself as he watched her.
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text message.sam
BELLA: Are you lying?
BELLA: What else does?
SAM: No, why would I?
SAM: what do you mean?
text message.sam
BELLA: It's not that big of a deal, you're just being dramatic. It's just a question.
BELLA: I can be a very good girl, or bad, either way I like doing that for you.
SAM: No? Well, I don't love you yet, I'm sure I could.
SAM: I guess it's the mystery that makes it fun.