You chose 52 card pick up...

"What, um..." You set your coffee down and start flipping through the cards, pausing on each one, taking them in, your eyes wide, your cock practically twitching as you progress. "How do you play?" You glance up at me, licking your lips before glancing back down at me smiling standing naked, taking a full-length selfie in the mirror on the back of your bedroom door.

"I didn't, um, think of specific rules..." I shrug. "I just thought you'd want to maybe give me some once in a while?" I smile.

You raise an eyebrow. "Just give you them?" You pull the nude selfie 'Give me this card: You'll see me naked' card out of the deck, offering it to me.

I take it, smiling, my heart racing. I can't believe this is actually happening as I take the card, staring at it. So long thinking about this... so many night, imagining you playing with me... and here you are, right now, hard as fuck, making me strip. "Right. So, this is the four of nudity..." I hold it up, tapping at the small completely different naked picture of my up in the corner.

"Wow, nice attention to detail!" You nod and I smile as I set it on the counter. I slip my top up and off, dropping it to the floor. My skirt meets it shortly. I bite the corner of my mouth, sitting awkwardly naked before you, my whole body blushing as you take in my bare tits and smooth little lips. "So what happens to the card? Do you, like, keep it?" You pick up my nude selfie card, examining the newly discovered second totally naked picture of me on it.

"Um... I dunno?" I shrug, my bare breasts noticeably wobbling with the motion, even more so than in my loose fitting top.

"I think..." You glance at it, then at me. "I think I'll play them all once per game?"

"So... are we playing then?" I lick my lips, nervously shifting in my seat, feeling the rough cushion rub against the tail end of my bared little lips.

"Until we play every card!" You grin and now it's my turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Um... that's... okay, I, uh, I hadn't thought about that..." I look down, frowning, thinking.

"What?" You smirk, my eyes locked on your lap as you adjust your very hard cock.

"It's, just, like, um..." I look up, trying to count. "You'd need to cum, like, two dozen times? At least? And I'd have to put, like, a lot of things in, like, a lot of... holes..." I lean into the arm of the chair, looking at you sidelong to see if you see the problem there.

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow, licking your lips, sitting quietly as you sift through the cards. You smile at the very nice shot of me with a cock in my mouth. "Then we better get started!" You hand it to me, and I grin, incredulous. "With the, um, two of..."

"Cocks. You really want to do all of them?" Holding the card in my hand, I slide out of my chair and up onto my feet. I set it on the counter with the nude selfie and start in on your zipper. "Because yours is definitely going to get a lot of exercise..." I smirk as you pull out of your chair and I roughly shove everything down to your ankles, your cock stiff and waiting for me.

Your scent fills my lungs as I drop to my knees, my mouth sliding unhesitatingly onto the cock I've ached for for so long. You casually free your feet of clothing, parsing calmly through the deck as I sigh lovingly, your cock pressing deeper and deeper into my throat, my own spit already drooling down my chin as my pace quickens, my heart racing, my pussy burning, my fingers creeping ever further up my thighs as my body rocks itself into the motion of sucking you off.

You set a few cards on the counter in a tidy pile. "It seems like... anyone could play these cards..." You say, half to me, half to yourself.

"Mm-hmm..." I reply, breathing deep through my nose as I pause, your head in my mouth, my tongue flitting around it before I plunge back on, my lips pressing, shoving, slamming into your stiff hairs at the base of your cock as you slide once more into my throat.

You swipe up your little pile of cards and lay them onto the top of the stack. "Let's go upstairs!" You hand me down the first card off the pile, the two of fingering, which has me in this outfit, flashing my utter lack of panties: 'Give me this card: You can pick my outfit for the day.'

I pull back with a wet suck, lapping up a dribble still dangling off my lips. "You don't want me to finish?" I raise my eyebrows.

"I've got more cards." You shrug, smiling, offering me a hand up. I stand and you scoop up your clothes, heading off upstairs. I following, naked, leaving mine behind. I find you in my room, still bottomless, still hard, a baby blue bra and matching thong laying on my bed. "Start with that." You nod and I pick up the underwear, slipping the outfit on.

"You don't have to have me wearing underwear, you know..." I smile, hooking the bra in back.

"Ah, here we go!" You find my gym clothes, tossing a plain looking under armor shirt and some thin, nylon running shorts on the bed.

"Okay..." I frown at the boring outfit as you step out of the room, crossing into yours. I tug the clothes on, the fancy bra showing lumpily through the plain gray top, the thong much too much up in stuff to do any kind of running. I head after you and meet you in the hall, dressed. You hand me two cards.

"Ah, now I see..." I smile. The first card is a modifier card. 'The next cards you give me can be done in a public place.' I remember getting that shot! We almost got caught. I mean, at least I wasn't naked in amongst the racks at JC Penny's, but they certainly don't appreciate having girls sucking guys off. Of course, your second card isn't asking for a blowjob. "You know, I actually took my bra and panties off right there, in the middle of McDonalds, to get this shot." I brag about the seven of dress up, 'Give me this card: You get my undies.'

"To the mall?" You grin. I shake my head, smirking wide. There are a lot of cards to go!

I follow you down the stairs, out to your car. You open the door for me, grabbing at my ass as I slide in, and I giggle. You hand me a card and shut my door. Me, on your bed, naked, two fingers buried deep inside me. "That's a legit o-face. No posing." I say, handing 'Give me this card: You can watch me masturbate' back to you.

"Who took that picture?" You smirk as I slide a hand down the front of my shorts with a sigh, knocking my knees wide.

"Wouldn't you like to know..." I make contact with my wet slit, rubbing my juice up to the little nub of my clit as my hips begin to rock gently.

"This guy?" You hand me another card, me sitting on our living room couch, leaning against a guy whose head is cropped, his cock out in my hand as I nonchalantly stroke him. 'Give me this card: You get a handjob.'

"Um, no, but it was the guy who took this picture." I pull my hand out of my shorts and reach over to free your cock.

"You've got two hands." You say, smirking, and I reply with a smile. Wrapping one hand around your stiff cock, I slide the other back into my shorts. Shoving down, I press a finger in, and it slips in the wet slit effortlessly as I gasp softly. I start stroking you and fingering myself in rhythm.

My awkward stroking of your cock becomes a little unduly stilted as I slip a second finger in, gasping a little more noisily this time.

"That'll do." You smirk, gently nudging my hand out of my shorts, sliding yet another card into it. A blowjob, the match to the same card as before.

"You know, this guys cock tasted better, but this pic didn't come out nearly as good..." I say, smiling as I lean over into your lap, slipping swiftly onto your waiting cock.

Blowjobs in cars on guys who are driving are never great. It's always trouble. But, you know, I've practiced this, so I think I manage to do a pretty decent job. I few more minutes and you'd've came, but we pull into the parking garage at the mall and you tap at my head as your car comes to a stop. I pull off noisily, grinning a sloppy wet grin. Guys always like that!

"You know," I say as we step out of the car into the open air at the top of the garage, "You played the card to take my undies already, and here I am, still wearing undies..."

"Oh, well, you better get those off by the time we get out of the elevator then." You smile as you tap the button.

I grin, reaching back, popping the bra free, slipping it off my arms and pulling it out before the elevator even opens. You chuckle as we step in and I hook my thumbs into the running shorts. Before the door closes, I'm peeling the thong out of my ass and them and the shorts on the floor. I step out of them, hopping quickly back into the shorts and tugging them quickly up. They seem to slide as far into my ass as the thong did, and I decide to let them. I'm certain you won't mind!

You scoop up the bra and thong and shove them into a pocket. The elevator dings and we step out, the shape of my stiff nipples plain against the tight, monotone top.

"Macys, floor three. Men's apparel, winterwear, my sister's shorts..." You hand me a card. This one is fairly innocuous, actually. Me at a park, holding my shirt in one hand, wearing a bra and some jeans. Nice smile, though. 'Give me this card: You get one piece of my clothes.'

"Alright, let's do this!" I smile as we step into the third floor of Macy's. I duck down an aisle, peering around before slipping down my shorts with a giggle. I pick them up, my bare ass in the air, trying not to laugh at how crazy I feel right now. You take the shorts from me and hand me a card.

My face is beaming, the sweetest, tenderest, most innocent smile I can muster. Took a dozen tries to get this shot just right, with my bare tits wrapped tight around someone's hard cock. First guy came halfway through trying to shoot it! 'Give me this card: You can fuck my tits.' The one of orgasms.

You put a hand on my shoulder as we step between tall racks full of men's boxers, and I drop on my haunches, halfway to my knees. Your cock is out by the time I get there, and I bite my lip, tugging my shirt up and sliding you in under it, between my braless breasts. I push my tits together, pressing them into your cock as I start pumping almost painful squats, my bare pussy pumping up and down right there in the middle of Macy's men's underwear.

"Wanna fill my shirt with cum, huh?" I smirk up at you.

"Nah, I've actually got a run." You hold up the next card. A classic shot. I'm naked, on my back, hands wrapped under my knees, legs wide, tits caught in mid-bounce, cock deep inside my smooth little pussy, face wrapped in ecstasy. 'Give me this card: You can fuck my pussy.' The two of orgasms.

"A run, eh?" I say as you pull me up off your cock, tucking it away as you lead me by the bottom of my shirt out of the semi-secluded aisle, across a very very open aisle, and into the suits. My heart races, your hand nearly pulling the shirt up over my breasts as we move, my body totally naked from there down.

We step through suits to shoes and you pull me up to a bench surrounded by tilted mirrors. I fall on my knees onto it, staring down at my face staring back at an awkward angle. A moment later your cock is in me.

Your cock. The cock I've ached for. The cock I've practiced for. The cock I've came a hundred times dreaming of, fantasizing about. The cock I've imagined my fingers were almost every night for too long to count.

Inside me. In a Macy's. Where I'm naked from the boobs down.

"Oh fuck yes..." I murmur. It does feel really fucking good.

Your body leans over mine, and I look up to see a card.

The same shot as before, almost. Same cock. Same night. I'm naked, on my back, hands wrapped under my knees, legs wide, tits caught in mid-bounce, cock deep inside me. Except, my smooth little pussy is shining in the flash of the camera, my hips are tilted ever-so-slightly higher, my face is wrapped in something that just-not-quite ecstasy. 'Give me this card: You can fuck my ass.' The three of orgasms. You did say you had a run...

And as I take the card, your cock slips out of one hole and presses unceremoniously against another. You're not totally dry, and I've hard drier. I mean, that shot was hardly the first time I'd had anal. But I can't help but whimper as you press into my ass right there in the Macy's men's shoe department.

"Fuck, I'm too close..." You mutter, barely four or five strokes in, pulling free. "Mmm..." You grab my ass, roughly, squeezing, then pulling gently back. I stand, slowly, awkwardly coming up off the bench, knees cocked, a little sore. You take the three of orgasms and hand me yet another card.

"Finally..." I smile at another nude selfie. This one was in the locker room at school! I'm sweaty from gym class, and my whole body is shiny in the flash of the camera. I do look spectacular in this shot. I tug my shirt up, over my head, handing it to you. You nod behind me.

I glance back, nervous we've been caught. It's just the men's changing stalls. "I'm not supposed to go in there, big brother!" I say, my face a mock of horror above my totally naked body, still tender in the aftermath of your cock. I giggle, spinning and bouncing into the hall of stalls, stepping into one, turning as you step in after me.

I'm fully dressed this time. I mean, I'd have to be, this shot was taken in the middle of math class. I've got a big smile, and the class is going on in the background. This one wasn't that easy to manage. Just getting to that point without talking was a challenge in itself, but making such a sweet innocent smile while still showing off a mouthful of cum was a real feat. The eight of cocks. 'Give me this card: You can have me swallow your cum.'

"Not the first time I've gone ass to mouth..." I smirk, dropping to my knees as you close the door behind you, your cock still out, waiting for me.

You were right. I've barely wrapped my lips around you when I feel you start to burst. I cup my tongue, teasing at the tender ridge of the head of your cock as your cum pours into me in little bursts. I reach up, tenderly petting at your balls with one hand as my other gently milks you into my mouth. Your spurts slow and I pull off with a soft sucking, standing and smiling. I open wide, showing off my ample mouthful. Closing my mouth, I swallow down theatrically, opening back up with a lip smack and grin to show I've swallowed it all down.

"Yum!" I smile, giddy, grasping your half-hard cock in one hand, pressing my naked body into you as my other hand wraps around you. I press up on my toes and my lips meet yours, my tongue sliding against your own, my body writhing into you. "Oh my god, big brother..." I sigh, leaning into you, "This is... this is everything I've ever wanted, and it feels so good... and fuck I'm so horny, I'm, like, I'm hornier than I've ever felt, and all I want is your cock to fill my every hole." I look up at you, aching for you to do just that.

"Good, because we're not done yet..." You smile down at me, pulling up the next card.

I'm sitting on your chair, feet up on either side of my laptop, set where you set your laptop. I'm naked, head thrown back, body bares, fingers plunged deep into my hungry pussy, eyes tight, mouth agape. We took shots like this one each time I made the guys cum. They always got hard again so quick! The eight of fingering. I read it aloud to you. 'Give me this card: You can watch me masturbate."

I bite my lip, stepping back, settling onto the bench in the small changing stall. I lift my feet, well-practiced in the art of spreading my legs, easily propping them on either side of me, my pussy open and waiting for a touch. I slide a hand down, tenderly over the wet flesh, aching to feel the wonderful sensation of your cock once more, the thought of it filling my mind as it had a thousand times before when I'd touched myself, but suddenly so real as now I'd truly felt it inside my every hole.

"Oh god yes..." I mutter, fingers slipping wetly into me. I glance up to find you gone, the door slightly ajar. I leave it, staring at the small opening, the latch resting against the jam. Someone might walk in at any moment.

Whoever it is, my fingers will ensure my pussy will be ready and waiting for their cock.

I certainly hope it's you...