Why am I sticky? Horse meat

Well considering how this game was no doubt going to interpret "sticky", my options were having sex with my brother, having sex with Batman, having sex with prostitutes, or having sex with a tentacle monster. Making horse meat somehow my best option? I mean I wasn't relishing being covered in Seabiscuit remains but one look at the other girls made up my mind for me.

Thank goodness Hector hasn't taken advantage of me. I wonder why. It's not like in my reality he was a paragon of virtue, or abstinence for that matter. Maybe I'm not his type? Goddamn this game, why am I slightly offended by that thought?

"Mmm mmm," I tried to get their attention, gesturing at my chosen card.

"Wait she didn't read the other options," complained Moggie. He had turned toward the group and settled into a new butt fucking posture, holding Kim K. head down and ass up.

"Cause she's gagged, you moron," retorted Illy. She had also shifted positions, now using Natalie's face as a happily slurping throne.

"I think she wants this one," said Hector pointing at the Horse meat card. I nodded emphatically.

"Point for Horse meat," the brunette boy declared.

I braced for impact, ready to feel the sensation of slimy meat dripping down my skin. I closed my eyes and mouth trying to make sure nothing got in them, and waited with bated breath, but nothing happened. I looked around, half expecting Moggie to suddenly have the face of a My Little Pony character, but all was well.

I heaved a sigh of relief. I already had enough to deal with between the casual fucking and the costumes, I'm so glad this round skipped me. I guess I probably wouldn't be able to tell if it hadn't, but whatever it did was clearly too small to be noticeable, I thought, my balls starting to ache where the leotard was pinching them, a testicle sticking out on either side like a masculine camel toe.

God, why did my hands have to be bound? My floppy cock was so hard after watching my friends take each other to pound town, you could see its outline in the black fabric that covered my stomach, like I had a third arm underneath my leotard. I was so close, if I could just stroke it, I could finally get-off and focus on this game I desperately needed to win.

I stared over at Hector, pleadingly. He was white, why wouldn't he just use his privilege and take me? But he just shook his head.

"You got yourself into this, Horse Girl," a nickname the cast had bestowed on me within weeks me demonstrating my high kicks,"you can get yourself out of it." So saying Hector returned to his side of the circle.

"Your turn, Natalie," Illy said stroking the cheek of the girl she was sitting on. The Latina just smiled, her tongue still lapping at Illy's crevice, as she picked up a black card and handed it to the blonde.

"For me to read, poppet? Alright very well...Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's [BLANK]," Illy said demurely, almost like she was telling a secret.

I shivered. God, I wanted to paint Illy's face, fuck I was so horny.

Trying to use friction, I squeezed my thighs together, humping my own balls and the base of my dick as I tried to reach completion. I turned to Moggie and Kim K., eye-fucking the rutting couple as I pictured the two of them giving me a double blow job. With a horny thought, I wanted to see if my penis could reach my breasts, and so leaning back, I bent my body trying to get the two to connect. Feeling my dual foreskins rubbing against my stomach, I stretched finally seeing my tip peeking out against my cleavage.

With elation, I started stroking my glans, pushing my shoulders together to better tittyfuck myself. The thing's shear size helped a lot, making up for my average chest by being able to caress the under side of both boobs with ease.

I was so close, even after just a few thrusts, I could already feel my arousal triple. Unthinking, I stuck out my tongue out from underneath the gag, craning my neck to try and lick myself as well, as well. Compressed and thrusting, I strained for my prize, the dark head driving me wild with its sensations.

"Fu WUHzzz zi zi zi zi zi zi ZUH," I convulsed, electric tremors shooting through my breasts as my body seized.

"Jayleen, what are you doing under there? We need your cards," Illy snapped, her hands on the dial.

"I think she's trying to suck her own dick," laughed Moggie.

"Her own...what...?" Illy asked incredulously.

"Did you win the point last turn, Illy? Here's your black card," said Hector helpfully.

In spite of the shocks, I had achieved my goal. Ropes of cum now coated my chin, neck and breasts, dripping down onto my black leotard both inside and out. My electrical clamps and wires now oozed white girl cum, and my bow tie was a soggy mess. I let out a luxurious sigh, still cradling my exhausted gonads, but with a flick of my bunny ears, I rolled over to consider my white cards.

I loved how sticky I felt.

New card- Authentic Mexican Cuisine

- Firing a rifle into the air while balls deep in a squealing hog

- The Holy Bible

- My abusive boyfriend who really isn't so bad once you get to know him

- Not Wearing Pants

- And Swamp Ass