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Jennifer's Plaything 7: Through The Looking-Glass free porn video
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am continuing to tell this story piecemeal, so I've,
once again, skipped ahead in the plot to tell the section of the story
that I want to tell next.
When we last left off, Nick was trapped in a public restroom stall, and
a security guard had just barged in to find the aftermath of Jason,
Brian, and Jennifer's "encounter." Well, without getting into any
spoilers: Nick escaped with his dignity intact and Jennifer sent him off
all alone with some cash for a cab-ride home.
Thank you all for your continued support, please leave a comment.
Enjoy!
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Jennifer's Plaything - Part Seven: Through the Looking Glass
By: Naughty Nicole
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(A few hours after the events of Chapter 5...)
The taxi driver hadn't said a single word to me. I tipped him well to
head off any potential conversation.
It had been a long night, and I just wanted to get home, take off these
ridiculous clothes, get in a nice hot shower, and beat off until the
night's tensions were running down the drain.
I walked from the curb and stood by the mailboxes pretending to scan the
little doors for my apartment number. In actuality I was checking to
make sure the area was deserted.
It was one o'clock in the morning, and a cool midnight fog had rolled in
creating a hazy orange halo around the buzzing sodium streetlights. The
only other sound was the crickets and an occasional car in the distance.
The coast looked clear and I sneaked towards my building on the balls of
my feet; it was only a hundred yards or more.
I wondered what would happen in the off-chance that someone glanced out
their window right now. It would be utter humiliation to be seen like
this...
...but then I thought about what Jennifer had said: 'You look completely
passable to me...quite yummy in fact.'
I imagined what someone would see.
'Completely passable.'
They wouldn't know it was me. In the dark, they probably wouldn't even
think I was a guy. I'd certainly look less suspicious if I wasn't
skulking from shadow to shadow like a frightened animal.
I pulled back my hunched shoulders and tried walking a little more
naturally - my head held high as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I
let my heels strike confidently, and they quietly clicked against the
concrete path. I pictured my gait in my head and recalled that certain
way women walked, especially women that I had enjoyed watching.
With a deep, relaxing breath I formed an expression of serene repose and
relaxed my body more. While picturing it in my mind, I mimicked the way
a woman settles her weight into each step so that one side of her behind
bounces up as the other drops. I set a steady pace and as my hips
swiveled under the skirt I could feel the whisper of the smooth fabric
sliding back and forth across my ass. Each time I took a step my
stockings swished against each other and my garters pulled tight along
my backside snugging the stockings up my smooth thighs.
In the name of completing the act, I opened my little black purse as I
walked, and pulled out a small mirror to check my makeup.
God damn!
What I saw in the mirror was a smoldering brunette with glossy red lips
and big, brown, long-lashed doe-eyes shaded in smoky-black. Jennifer
had somehow managed to keep my look classy while riding dangerously
close to slutty.
'...quite yummy in fact,' she had said.
They wouldn't just see a woman - they'd see a high-maintenance bombshell
on her way back from a night out. The male parts of my animal-brain
reacted automatically to the alluring reflection, and I felt myself stir
under my skirt.
Holy shit - betrayed by my own body. I wanted to fuck myself!
The girl in the mirror ran the tip of her tongue along her crimson upper
lip, and my cock swelled to fill up my panties. It was like I had
complete control over a woman that under normal circumstances wouldn't
give me the time of day. The girl in the mirror tilted her head back
slightly and brazenly opened her mouth, the tip of her wet tongue
resting along her shiny lower lip.
The sight made my cock throb and I stumbled a step in a moment of lusty
dizziness. I closed the mirror with a click and dropped it into my
little purse.
Looking around I realized that I had walked past my building. I turned
and shouldered the thin strap as I tersely tilted my head to flip my
thick brown hair out of my face.
A minute later I was at the bottom of the stairs to my door. As I took
each step I reveled in the thought of that gorgeous girl in the mirror
sashaying her shapely derriere back and forth up those stairs, her black
skirt swinging from her hips with that tiny inviting zipper running down
from the small of her back to halfway down the swell of her ass.
By the time I reached the landing I could feel that my erection had
pushed up until it was peeking out the top of my tiny black lace
panties.
There were four apartments with doors on the second floor landing; mine
was the first one on the right. I stood in front of it, relaxed, with
my weight on one foot and my outthrust hip stretching the black fabric
of the skirt as I searched my purse for the key.
Oh, shit. I searched again: mirror, lipstick, lip-gloss, some cash
leftover from the cab, tissue...and....
...nothing else.
When Jennifer had filled my purse for me she had forgotten to put in my
key. Was it intentional?
Shit.
Normally when I was stressed or scared like this it was a mood-killer
that would start my erection shrinking almost immediately, but my mind
was in a hormone-fueled overdrive, and the image of the girl in the
mirror stranded and helpless was only fueling that fire.
Idiot! That 'girl' is YOU. YOU are stranded outside in the middle of
the night dressed as a woman.
Helpless. 'Helpless as a schoolgirl,' I heard my wife's words echoing
in my head. 'What would Heather think if she saw you now..."
My stomach swam with the memory of that steamy shower.
I could feel her thumb inside me, my face pressed against the shower
tiles. I pressed myself against my front door, duplicating my position
from that first encounter. My ass arched out behind me rocking back and
forth.
'Helpess as a schoolgirl...what would Heather think if she saw you now...'
my wife had said. Then came Heather's words:
'That's a good girl, now spread your legs wider for me, princess,' and I
did as my memory beckoned, sliding my heels out until my skirt stretched
tight across my thighs. Then Heather spoke again:
'Just stick out that tight, sweet little behind of yours and I'll do the
rest.'
My panties were tiny things, little more than a black lace eyepatch in
front, and, as I arched my back to obey the remembered words, that
dainty traingle of fabric sprang back along my swollen shaft, sliding
down to the base of my balls.
The thwang of elastic against my balls permitted me a moment of clarity.
I stood up and tried to adjust my panties to cover myself, but the
straps were too delicate to pinch through the black fabric. Suddenly
self-conscious, I realized I'd have to hike my calf-length skirt up to
fix it, or otherwise suffer the figure-spoiling erection that was
tenting the front.
Suddenly I heard voices at one of the other doors, and as the locks were
slid open I began scrambling down the stairs in a panic. Before the
door opened I was able to compose myself and maintain my charade by
descending the last few stairs like a proper lady on her way out.
At the first opportunity I turned a corner and squeezed behind some
eight-foot shrubs that grew along the side wall of my building. There
was a 3 foot strip of dry, hard-packed dirt between the bushes and the
rough stucco wall. A few feet down the wall gas-meters were arranged in
a row. I was completely concealed.
I had almost made a fool of myself up on the landing, and I was pretty
sure I wouldn't be able to think straight until I was able to overcome
these raging hormones. God, I just needed release!
If I could just jerk-off quickly then I could flush out all these
irrational, confusing images and feelings. I was about to reach for my
cock to quickly end this fiasco, but as I looked down a lock of fragrant
brown hair fell across my face and rested atop my softly sweatered
breasts. The willing face in the reflection crept into my head again.
Everything changed.
I leaned back against the rough stucco of the building and closed my
eyes. She was all mine to do with as I pleased. My hands began
exploring - gliding down the full curves of her corseted body. They
disappeared up under the hem of her skirt, slipping up along the sleek
nylon stockings, and over the lacy stocking-tops. My fingertips danced
across the smooth skin of my upper, inner thigh to rest on the hardness
that had forced down the front of her panties.
MY panties.
The evening's constant stimulation had left the black lace front damp
from my nearly continuously leaking prick.
My thumbs hooked the delicate hip straps, and I skinned the tiny
underwear down to just above my stockinged knees. I pulled the front of
my skirt up with my left hand while my right found my little, pink,
stiff erection pointing into the cool night air.
I had touched myself thousands of times before, but tonight my touch was
electric...like a stranger's touch. I looked down to see a pair of long,
smooth legs ending in sexy black heels...those legs...womanly, stockinged
legs...MY legs...flexed tense with passion...thighs spread until the panties
cut into the soft flesh. As my right hand stroked slowly, my left hand
slid up to the swell of my panty-stuffed bra.
My head spun like I had been drinking as I felt a woman's breast through
the soft sweater.
MY breast. In my mind, my cock was being stroked by someone else, the
hand on my breast moved up my slender neck and pushed into my mouth past
glossy red lips that parted wantonly.
My tongue slid along the underside of the fingers that had been shoved
inside. I hadn't resisted when they were pushed between my lips, on the
contrary, I had lustily welcomed the probing with a soft wet tongue.
Now the fingers moved in and out slowly, and I sucked on them with a
quiet moan.
The fingers pulled out and slid down my narrow waist to the curve of my
hip...then around under my skirt to roughly grab my ass. I looked down to
see those tense, feminine legs stretching the panties taut around their
thighs - the pale, smooth flesh above the black lace stocking-tops and
the black garters that framed a femininely-manicured, heart-shaped mound
of soft, brown, curly hair. Underneath jutted a lewdly out-of-place
prick, a fist pistoning up and down its slender, pink shaft. The sights
and sensations made my head swim dizzily.
God I was sexy!
In all the countless times I had mindlessly beat-off before, I had never
wanted myself as much as I did now. I lusted after the body I
saw...perhaps even more than I had ever lusted after any other woman's
body. I looked down over my busom-stretched sweater, watching my
womanly figure squirming helplessly as the disembodied fist pumped
furiously. The hand kneading my ass began to slowly work some
fingertips between my smooth, cool cheeks.
"Wait...don't," I heard the girl in the mirror quietly gasp in protest as
the fingers explored deeper, until they rested against her soft opening.
"No, please stop," she pleaded again in a panting whisper to no one.
She tried to squirm away from the probing touch, but those strong hands
allowed no escape. Those hands.
MY hands.
Her curvy, feminine body tried to wriggle out of my grasp, but I held
on. I grabbed her and spun her around, forcefully pressing her face and
tits against the wall.
"Please let me go," she begged, but despite her words of resistance she
arched her back, pressing her ass into the palm of my hand.
"That's it, bitch," I hissed at the slut, and I started to push my index
and middle finger up into her hot, clenching hole. As I pushed up to my
second knuckle she started biting her lip and letting out a high pitched
whimper:
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she squealed. She was trying her best to keep quiet
but the relentless advance of the invading fingers in her ass was almost
more than she could bear.
"Shut your mouth, you fucking whore," I rasped, but my fingers were now
moving in and out of her. Each time I pulled out slowly before
mercilously shoving them back deep inside. Each thrust pushed her
against the wall and forced a wordless whine from her tightly clamped
lips.
She knew she was being too loud. She had already been told to be quiet
once.
"Hnn...I TOLD you...hnn...to KEEP...your MOUTH...SHUT," I punctuated every other
rasping word with a hard thrust up her ass.
"Hnn...I'm...hnn...sorry," She pleaded, but she couldn't stay quiet.
I couldn't stay quiet.
...and I was trying hard, but the hand at my ass was relentless.
Suddenly the hand that was on my dick yanked my sweater up and pulled a
wadded pair of panties from the left cup of my black corset. A second
later the panties were being shoved into my mouth. My ass was still
being finger-fucked as the other hand slid down my narrow waist again.
It tucked the skirt up into the back of my corset leaving my ass exposed
to the night. Then it grabbed roughly at my other ass cheek before
slapping my fucked ass with a hard smack.
My whole body jerked in surprise as I squeaked into the panties in my
mouth.
Then the hand slid up under my sweater and lightly flicked at my left
nipple until it was hard before roughly pinching it.
"Umnff!" I pleaded, but those hands weren't done yet. The hand that was
at my nipple grabbed me by the throat and pushed me to my knees on the
hard-packed dirt. The ass-fucking barely lost a beat while the other
hand left my throat and grabbed my jaw, turning my face to the side.
Then the panties were pulled from my mouth and tossed to the ground.
"Uh...Wait...Uh...Plea-mmmmf" but before I could say another word a pair of
fingers slid into my wet waiting mouth. I immediately closed my dark
red lips around them and began to hungrily suck off the sweet, sticky
precum.
I couldn't talk with my mouth full, but in my mind I could hear the
words that would have been said: 'That's it, you fucking slut...Suck
it....suck it, you fucking cock-whore."
Just hearing the words in my head made me moan around the wet fingers.
The fingers in my ass pulled out and then reached down between my legs
and behind my balls to push back inside from a different angle. The new
position allowed me to grind my prostate against my palm and start to
really milk myself. I squeezed my stockinged thighs around my hand and
began thrusting my little cock against my own forearm.
The girl in the mirror was the girl of my dreams, and the idea of taking
advantage of such a gorgeous piece of ass made my flexing thighs start
to quiver. In my mind's eye I could see her...
I could see ME:
my glossy red lips wrapped around my fingers, my pretty brown manicured
eyebrows knotting in a desperate expression of desire, the long full-
bodied locks of brown hair framing and falling across my pretty face. I
could see my slender waist and arching back, my pale, bare ass getting
finger banged while I knelt in my stockings and garters.
The imagery of my own sexy fervor made my cock throb. My tip leaked a
steady milky stream that ran in rivulets down my slick forearm and
dripped off the back of my hand into a puddle between my legs.
I could feel the building pressure of orgasm as I frantically humped my
own arm.
My recent sexual misadventures with Jennifer and Heather had trained me
well in the art of cumming from internal prostate stimulation, and as my
fingers massaged my feminine hole, I knew I was close.
...but I wanted more. I was kneeling next to one of the building's gas
meters. I quickly stood and pushed my panties down to my ankles then
stepped out with one black high-heeled foot. A few moments later my
panties were back around my ankles with a pipe from the gas meter
running between my calves. I'm no self-bondage veteran, and I knew I
could get my foot out with just a little difficulty, but the mere
implication of public restraint was enough...it was exhilarating!
I collapsed onto my stomach in the dirt on top of my arm - my legs
stretched out behind me and tied to the pipe, my naked ass arching up in
the air as I pumped my slippery prick against my wrist. I found the
wadded panties and shoved them back into my mouth.
My legs began to tense as I, yet again, saw myself from an omniscient
perspective: a beautiful brunette girl, dressed to the nines in black
lingerie and heels, writhing and moaning in the dirt. I could see my
smooth garter-framed ass bouncing in the moonlight and, without even
thinking, I reached back with my free hand and spanked it.
The corset gave me curves and made my ass look very nice - smooth and
round, and it jiggled the way a girl would hope it would when spanked,
not too much, not too little.
I slapped it again and felt my legs tighten like steel. I felt my
squirming ass, flexed hard and sweaty. I pushed my fingers into my
moist, hot ass crack between the firm cheeks until I had a second pair
of fingers inside me...this time from the back.
Both hands worked me into a frenzy while my hips ground and gyrated .
"Uhmm, fmmk," came out of my panty-stuffed mouth when I tried to say
'oh, fuck.'
"Uhmm, fmmk......fmmmk." I was close.
Then, like a jolt of lightning, I felt a tongue run across my bare
backside.
I whipped my head around to see a big white dog licking the salty sweat
from my exposed cheeks. I tried to squirm out of tongue's-reach, but my
escape was stopped short on account of the panties at my ankles being
wrapped around a pipe.
This dog seemed familiar. That's when I heard footsteps...and a woman's
voice:
"Duke, where'd you run off to, boy?"
It was late, so she was trying to call her dog quietly, but could still
tell:
It was Heather.
To be continued...
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