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You've been acquainted with König since early childhood, a bond forged through the dual roles of neighbor and babysitter. As the sands of time drifted by, the ties between you two blossomed into a profound connection, so much so that now you find yourself casually entering his home without prior notice. Remarkably, he welcomes your impromptu visits with open arms, as the passage of time has not diminished the affection he harbors for you. In his eyes, you remain the cherished little girl whose growth he takes immense joy in witnessing throughout the years.
On a solitary evening, you discovered yourself embroiled in a contentious disagreement with your parents, who perennially exhibited an excessive degree of protectiveness towards you. Fueled by the moment's intensity, you assumed the responsibility of steering your vehicle towards König's residence during the late nocturnal hours, well aware of his recent return from the day's labor and the likelihood of his presence at home.
Employing the key he had graciously entrusted to you, you gained ingress to his abode, at which point you encountered him comfortably ensconced on the couch, engrossed in the glow of the television screen. A heartfelt sigh escaped your lips as you nonchalantly deposited your purse adjacent to the entryway, traversing the expanse of the living space to position yourself familiarly – straddling him, a habitual gesture enacted in moments of frustration.
“My parents are such jerks.” You grumbled, his hands instinctively moving to your hips to keep you in place on his lap.
He loved how comfortable you were with him, how you sought solace in his presence. It was a special bond you two shared.
“If it isn't my favorite troublemaker.” He hummed, his hands moving up and down your back soothingly. “What did those mean parents of yours do this time?” His voice dripped with sarcasm, knowing all too well the dynamic between you and your parents.
You let out a frustrated sigh, burying your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his big and calloused hands on the back of your shirt. “They’re always nagging me and telling me what to do. I’m not a kid anymore and they never understand that.” Your words were muffled against his neck, but you knew he heard every word.
“The burdens of being a little minx, huh?” He leaned back, looking at you with those piercing blue eyes of his.
“I’m not a kid anymore, I don’t act like a kid anymore! I don’t even like the things I used to when I was a kid.” You sighed, looking at him like a sad puppy.
König's gaze exhibited a glint of playful mischief, a subtle twinkle dancing within his eyes as he attentively absorbed the utterances that escaped your lips. At that moment, an awareness dawned upon him—a profound understanding that the narrative woven by your words was, in fact, a fabrication. He knew you better than anyone else and he knew one game you still loved to play to this day.
Simon Says.
He leaned in closer, his sniper hood tickling your cheek. “Ach wirklich? (Oh really?) You don’t like those childish games anymore?” He whispered, his voice low and suggestive. “How about a game of ‘Simon says?’” His hand slid up your back, his fingers tracing light circles on your skin. “But this time, we’ll play it the grown-up way.”
While reminiscing about the innocent childhood pastime of ‘Simon Says’ that you engaged in during your younger years, you have realized that as an adult, the nature of the game is poised to transform into an entirely different and perhaps more complex experience.
“I’m in.” You smiled, your back slightly arching by his hands resting upon the expanse of your back.
König’s eyes gleamed with delight as he felt your body respond to his touch this quickly, your back arching under his hands.
“Good girl,” he purred, “Let’s begin then, hm?”
He looks at you for a moment, studying you before speaking.
“Simon says…strip for me.” His hands slid down to the hem of your shirt, his fingers inching their way under the fabric. “Take it off, Show me how eager you are to play.”
With a shy smile, you obeyed, slowly peeling off your shirt, revealing your bare skin inch by inch. His eyes roamed over your exposed body, drinking in every curve and contour as you stood off his lap to remove every piece of clothing on your body.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” He groaned, adjusting his seated position by spreading his legs to relieve the tension of his strained and already hard cock. “Now, Simon says…get on your hands and knees and crawl to me, Zeig mir, wie eifrig du bist.” (Show me how eager you are)
The command sent a surge of excitement through you, and without hesitation, you moved to your hands and knees. Your movements were fluid and seductive as you crawled toward him, your eyes never leaving his intense gaze. The floor beneath you felt cool against your skin, heightening the contrast of sensations.
“Gut…” He emitted a contented exhale, allowing a sense of satisfaction to wash over him. Simultaneously, he widened the distance between his legs, and his hands gracefully embarked on a journey downward, ultimately reaching the vicinity of his belt. You watch as he undoes his belt in front of you before taking his cock out from its confines.
“Simon says…use your tongue, show me just how much you’ve grown.”
You felt a thrill shoot through your body at his words, the power dynamic between you two intensifying. Eager to please, your tongue darted out, tracing a slow and teasing path along the thick length of his hardened shaft. You began from the base and moved agonizingly slowly towards the tip. The taste of him filled your senses, the salty sweetness driving you further into a frenzy of desire.
König’s grip tightened on the armrests of the couch as you continued your assault. Each stroke was deliberate, a tantalizing tease that left him wanting more. As you reached the sensitive head, you circled it with the tip of your tongue, reveling in the taste of him and the way he twitched beneath your touch.
His hands moved away from the armrests of the couch and to your hair instead. His fingers threaded through your hair, gripping it firmly as you continued to pleasure him with your tongue. His groans grew, his hips involuntarily bucking against your tongue.
“Simon says…take me deeper.” He commands.
He guided your head forward, urging you to take more of him into your mouth. With an obedient nod, you complied, your lips separating to take him into your mouth.
Your mouth stretched to accommodate him, the sensation of both his cock in your mouth and your jaw hurting was both overwhelming and exhilarating. The taste of him, the feeling of him filling your mouth, it was so fucking intoxicating. You hollowed your cheeks and began to move, taking him deeper with each and deliberate stroke.
His grip on your hair tightened as you began to take him deeper into your mouth. Your gagging only adds to the intensity of the moment.
“Simon says…Take me as deep as you can, show me just how much you’ve grown, mein Mädchen.” (My girl) He groans, his eyes starting to haze as he looks down at you.
You fought against the gag reflex, determined to fulfill his command. Each thrust of his hips pushed you further and tested your limits. Tears welled in your eyes, a mixture of pleasure and his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.
König abruptly pulls you away from his cock. His grip on your hair loosened, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. His sudden withdrawal left you breathless and craving more, a whimper escaping your lips. But he had other plans for you.
“Not yet.” He growls before reaching down toward you and pulls you up from your hands so you can stand on your feet. His grip was firm yet gentle as he guided you to stand before him. His hands hungrily begin roaming your naked body, exploring every single curve and dip.
“Simon says…turn around and put your hands on the wall…” His hands move down to your ass, gripping it so tight it made you wince. “And arch your back for me, Ich will deine hübsche Muschi sehen.” (I want to see your pretty pussy)
Certainly, you obediently adhered to his instructions without hesitation. Your earnest desire to gratify and demonstrate your maturity was palpable, as you were determined to dispel any perception of immaturity that may linger.
He takes in the sight of you. Your back was arched and your hands pressed against the wall, displaying your eagerness and vulnerability. God, did he love the power he had over you…
“Simon says…spread your legs wider. I want to see just how wet you are for me.” He commanded, a small chuckle of satisfaction escaping him.
With a shiver of anticipation, you complied, spreading your legs wider and further exposing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. The tremble in your legs only heightened the intensity of the moment, desire coursing through your veins. You were aching for his touch, yearning for him to take you, to claim you. Your core throbbed with need, slick with arousal, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan at the sensation of the cool air against your heated flesh.
König’s hand unexpectedly came down sharply on your exposed ass, the sting of the impact forcing pained whimpers escaping your throat. His hands roamed over your bare skin, his touch was very possessive as he traced a finger along your dripping folds.
“Scheiße,” (Fuck) He whispered, “So nass für mich, and I haven’t even started.” (so wet for me) His whispering turned into a low growl.
“Please…” You pleaded, wanting him to do something, anything to pleasure you.
“Shhh…” His fingers dig into your ass, taking a step back to properly look at the mess. “Simon says…spread your ass for me, let me see everything. Come on, use your hands like a big girl.”
A soft whine escapes your lips as your hands reach behind you and part your cheeks to reveal the tight pucker of your entrance.
“Simon says…prepare yourself for me.”
With a shiver of light embarrassment, you reached back, your fingers trailing down to your entrance. Your touch was hesitant at first, teasing the sensitive skin as you circled the tight ring. As your arousal grew, your touch became more insistent. Your ring and index fingers gradually push inside so you can stretch yourself for König’s pleasure.
König then leans down with his warm breath against your core. “I think you need more lubrication,” He hummed, “Simon says…spread your legs for me a little more, Ich brauche einen Vorgeschmack.” (I need a taste)
Obeying his command, you spread your legs wider and even arch your back further, offering him unrestricted access to your dripping core. His hands moved to your ass, spreading them for you as his tongue flicked out and began to teasingly trace along the delicate folds of your core. A soft moan escaped your lips at the sensation, your hands clawing at the wall in front of you just in case god forbid your legs gave out. His saliva mixed with your wetness, and a slickness coated your core, perfect for his impending penetration.
Your moans filled his living room as his skilled tongue delved deeper, exploring the sensitive contours of your pussy. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and flicking it with expert precision, sending shockwaves throughout your body that made it so hard to stand. He devoured you with a ravenous hunger, his tongue dancing and teasing so he could push you closer and closer to the edge.
He pulls away right when you were about to cum, leaving you aching and desperate. He ascends to his feet, his gaze intensifying in hue as he observes you struggling to maintain an upright stance. Your lower limbs quiver, and your hands desperately grasp at the vertical surface, striving to prevent an impending descent.
His desire for your pleasure shifted his focus now solely on fucking you. He couldn’t resist the urge to take you, to feel the tightness of your walls wrapped around him. He stood up straight and positioned himself behind you, his hands firmly gripping your hips that would surely leave a mark.
“Such a big girl, hm?” He taunts, his throbbing length pressing against your needy core. “You’ve grown, not the same little girl I remember.”
“I told you…I’m not a kid anymore.” You panted.
“Nein, you’re right…but I’m going to show you just how much of a woman you’ve become.” He growls.
With a slow and deliberate motion, he pushed himself inside of you, savoring the tightness and warmth that enveloped him. You felt every ridge and vein of him as he filled you, his length forging a path deep within. Your walls clenched around him, welcoming his intrusion as you gasped for breath.
The feeling of being taken by him was overwhelming, every nerve ending on fire with need. König's pace started leisurely, savoring each deep thrust, relishing the way your body yielded to him.
As he gradually increased the tempo, his hips slamming against yours with a rhythmic force, the sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room. The intensity of each thrust built, igniting a wildfire of pleasure within you. Your moans mingled with his growls, a symphony of raw desire filling the air.
The room was consumed with the intoxicating scent of sex, the sound of your wetness mixing with the slick rhythm of his thrusts. König's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he claimed you with an unyielding possessiveness.
"Feel me inside you, just fucking perfect." he breathed, his voice a low growl.
His pace quickened, the force of his thrusts becoming more primal, driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy. The walls of your pussy clenched around him, your body begging for release. But König was determined to push you further, to make you surrender completely to his dominance.
But as the tension coiled tighter and tighter, König's grip on your hips faltered, his control slipping. With a primal groan, he spilled his cum deep within you, claiming you as his own. The sensation of his release sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave.
Your body convulsed with pleasure, your moans of satisfaction mingling with König's growls of release. You clung to the wall, your legs trembling with the aftershocks of your climax, as König held you close, his sniper hood tickling your ear before lifting the mask over his mouth.
"You’ve always been a minx."
As his words washed over you, your breath hitched, a surge of pride and arousal flooding through your veins. You could feel his cum, warm and sticky, trickling down your entrance, a tangible reminder of your shared passion.
König's hands roamed your trembling form, his touch was possessive and demanding as he explored every curve and crevice. The sensations overwhelmed your senses, the texture of his rough palms against your skin, the sensation of his lips and teeth moving down to mark your neck, leaving a trail of possessive bruises.
“I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
He plunged deep into you once more, your bodies fitting together in a perfect union, the feeling of him stretching you, filling you, was both intense and intoxicating. The rhythm quickened, the slap of skin against skin growing louder, echoing through the room as you moved in a symphony of desire.
Moans and gasps filled the air, a testament to the pleasure that consumed you both. The room was filled with the scent of sex, an intoxicating mixture of sweat and arousal. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and need as you both chased that ultimate release.
Every thrust, every touch, sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, building the pressure within you until you were on the precipice once more. The coil tightened, the tension becoming unbearable as your bodies moved in perfect unison. And in that moment, as König's grip on your hips tightened and his thrusts became more urgent, you knew that you had indeed proven yourself.
With a shared cry of release, your bodies convulsed in unison, pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave. The world around you ceased to exist, consumed by the ecstasy that consumed every inch of your being. And as the aftershocks of your climax subsided, you found yourself in the arms of König.
You found solace in the comforting embrace of his sturdy form, your exposed and perspiring physique delicately pressed against his as his strong arms enveloped you in a protective hold. His hand skillfully maneuvered to cradle your jaw, compelling you to gaze upwards at him. His eyes scrutinized your swollen lips and tear-stained cheeks, prompting a self-amused chuckle at the disarray he had wrought upon you.
“My little girl.”