Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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"So tell me, dear, how was your date? Tell me every delicious, naughty moment. Knowing you so well, I'm sure you were very, ummm, juicy!"
I dropped my purse and four small boxes on the table, slowly model-walked over to him with the tiniest hint of a smile, and dropped onto the armless sofa next to him. The hip-high slit on my wrinkled, knee-high, blue skirt split open and draped around my left thigh to his obvious delight. "Well, as you saw from the window, he pulled up in his flashy Jag and attempted to open my door. I told him firmly that I can open my own door. He stepped back and glared at me a second then, fortunately, smiled. 'OK' he said and 'I have this tradition for first dates that takes away the nervous tension and quickly answers the question 'kiss or no kiss' at the end of the date.' That's when he turned and dipped me then planted a long, moist kiss on me. When I put my arm behind his head and opened my mouth, he pulled away sharply.
"He gloated, 'Oh no you don't. No tongue until later, IF you earn it.' So I knew it would be a fun date no matter what. I wondered how to take back control and still indulge my exhibitionist fetish. As he walked around the front of the car, I caught him adjusting his slacks and knew the date could quickly spin out of control. I covered my thigh as he got in and waited a few minutes before letting the slit fall open. That was when I pointed out the obvious, that his car matched my skirt. He looked over at my exposed thigh and said 'Yes, I know. That's why I picked THIS one for tonight.' Ridiculous, but clever.
"When we got to the restaurant, I let him open my door and ever so slowly swivelled just one leg out, completely exposing one leg and certainly giving him a peek at my panty. I've gotten much better with teasing, yes? Well, when he took my hand, I let him pull me up and felt my white, sleeveless peasant blouse slide lower on my chest. His dick was at eye level, so it was easy to see it twitch as he tried to peek down my blouse. It felt so evil! I still didn't know how far I would let him go." I straightened my blouse. "You see how far above my navel the blouse is now and how I had it darted to shape and draw attention to my titty pouch and scant cleavage? It seemed to work ... and got even better at dinner.
"We sat at a booth against the far wall and had a nice repas. I slipped my shoe off and titillated his thigh with my toes ... several times. The group at the next table stared at my wholly bared leg, and I let them gawk. Once, or twice, I bumped and pressed his stiffness. The waiter came around a bit too often to stare. When he cleared the table and we ordered dessert, my date surprisingly sat next to me. And then the fun really began.
"He threw his arm around me and uncrossed my legs. We were both aware of the group at the next table getting quiet each time he stroked my bare leg. He pushed the table a few inches away and whispered some gibberish in my ear with his lips touching it. It gave me chills. When he licked my ear, I didn't even notice that he pulled my skirt off both legs and shifted it up a bit. My panty was exposed to the other table and to the waiter who came back to 'brush away crumbs.' Then I knew just how far I was willing to go; I thought of you watching us and nearly climaxed. Let me help you release your umm, couped up tension that's coiled up behind your fly. There, is mini-you happier now? Back to my date. As I twisted to kiss him, he slid his hand around my side and cupped my tit. His tongue is strong and agile, like yours. I felt an electrical shock race from my nipple to my clit and realized he was twisting it, though still over the thin blouse.
"His other hand nudged my thighs apart and slid up to the damp spot I felt chilling my clit. He scraped slowly up and down the center line of my panty and labia. When he felt my clit, he knew just how to energize it. Dessert arrived and I vaguely watched the waiter quietly watching us. Barely taking his tongue out of my mouth, my deft date ordered two more desserts and the check. I felt the thin side of my shear panty tear and fall away. His fingers rubbed and twirled my pubic curls as his other hand pushed my elastic top off my right tit. I felt my nipple spring over the top and heard the ruckus as the other table gasped and left quickly. I wish they'd stayed just a little longer to watch what happened next. He skillfully tore the other panty side while still cupping my bare tit and nipple and still sucking my tongue. Finally looking down, he stared at my tall, hard nipple and my pubis exposed to the room. I looked around and saw the nearest booth, with two couples, staring open-mouthed. Honey, I see your jolly roger has hoisted its flag. Let me salute it with this hand while I continue to relate my adventure.
"While these more accepting couples watched, he licked and bit my nipple as he pushed his finger and the damp panty inside me to mop up a bit of my bountiful wetness. Yes ... I was very aroused as your leaking cock also is. The waiter was again standing quietly by the table watching us with an obvious bulge in his slacks. Not wanting to lose his pace or place, my hot date asked me to take a credit card from his breast pocket and drop it on the check. He asked the waiter to box up the desserts then pulled the torn, wet panty down to expose all my hair and my shaven lips to the five spectators. I lifted my hips even with the table top, spread my legs wider and thrust my pubes forward so even more tables could see my damp, slightly gaping pussy. You would have loved seeing me acting so slutty! Our waiter finally backed away with our check and a huge tent. I wished he'd pull his dick out for us until I noticed my date's huge bulge. He stripped away my shredded panty and sniffed it deeply while I attacked his zipper.
"While he stoked my bared ass and slid two fingers deep into my wet pussy, I unhooked his slacks. His tall, thick, stiff cock leapt out of his boxers and the next table nearly applauded his magnificent rod. At least four inches of bare cock extended over the table and I covered my mouth in surprise then looked directly at the next table. Both cocks were out and wrapped by pumping fingers, just l-i-k-e this. The men had their hands under the skirts or had pushed one aside and one woman was topless. Her big tits and thick nipples were impressive. I turned back to my date and carefully fished his apricot sized balls out of his slacks then slowly pumped his prick. A big, clear, thick drop of Cowper's was already crawling along the underside of his meat and my pumping added another drop to it. You know how much I love the sweet taste of that nectar. Though we were in a public space, I wanted to swallow his thick cock and all his juice. When I looked to the other table for just a little bit of encouragement, the women were lewdly licking and sucking their thumbs. Mmmmm, yes love, look at the bruising around my right nipple. The naughty man did that to me. Let me raise my skirt a little so you can see and feel what else he did to me. Ohh, yessssss! Explore my sticky snatch! Where was I? Oh, yes.
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1HothouseBy the TechnicianBFSM Self-Bondage, F/Solo, Sweat, Suspension, Public Nudity, Public Bondage, Caught= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Stacy tries self-bondage sessions in the greenhouse at new home. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely...
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Hotelsklavinnen Teil 1, Freitag Lass mich erst mich selber vorstellen, ich bin ein Mann in bester alter und Eigent?mer und Gesch?ftsf?hrer von einem gr??eren mittelst?ndischen Unternehmen mit Sitz in dem s?dlichen Teil von NRW. Ich lebe im Moment alleine als ich mich vor guten 5 Jahren von meinen Frau getrennt habe, wir passten lange nicht mehr zusammen und am Ende wurden der Ehe nur zu einen Qual f?r uns beide. Vor ein par Jahre war ich au...
SLINGSHOTS AND THE CRUCIFIED SLINGSHOTS AND THE CRUCIFIED. Please note that the following contains graphic scenes of violence for ADULT ONLY readership. If you are in any way offended by such themes read no further. Should you decide to continue, make certain that your local community standards permit such material. This is written for personal consumption. Do not use this story elsewhere without the author?s express permission. Thank you. Faibhar. An ancient form of...
Hank was not looking forward to ringing this doorbell. The one part of his job he really hated was having to interview children who were being sexually abused by their relatives. This time it was a report of a father having sex with his fourteen-year-old son, and it was the eleven-year-old younger brother who had reported it! But there was something about the report that was a little strange, so Hank had arranged to meet the younger boy when the rest of the family was away, to try to find out...
I was led to the front of the Great Hall. I noticed a bunch of subs in the front whispering to each other. Graphix made her way over to them and whispered something to them. They then looked over at me and winked, giving me the encouragement I needed to get through the next few minutes. After a woman, who introduced herself as "Pandora's Box", called the assembly to order, she turned it over to Rilawild. He would announce the new Performers. He rattled off about 20 new names. One name in...
The second difference I recognized was sex. That realisation came while I was standing knee-deep in one of my favorite stretches of the ringriver. Just downstream of the canyonlands — what Mother called “antispinward”, opposite to the rotation of the ship — the river was dotted with a cluster of small islands planted with cherry trees. If you were daring enough, the island chain could be reached from the riverbank by leaping the foaming water via a series of broad flat rocks. Every 120 days...
After a decade of daily travel Zuri and I were intimate with every bank and island of the river. Our bare feet had trod its thirty-kilometer circumference multiple times, leaving both of us aching to adventure farther. Finally yielding to our demands, Mother led us along an antispinward stream feeding the ringriver, heading towards the bow. The air was cool, carried on a low headwind that pushed constantly against my face, pebbling my skin with gooseflesh. Crisp, dry brown foliage snapped...
Five kilometers above the night-darkened lake, the last set of fireworks launched themselves from the spindle of darkened moonline. As we watched, the tiny dots of light descended through the atmosphere, splitting into thousands, then millions of autonomous fragments, forming a spinning accretion disk of brilliant color that stretched across our home from one side to the other. The vast display pulsed, colors rippling out through each fragment, reflected in the water below, illuminating the...
My lessons began to diverge from Zuri’s a year after our first dive in a takamakura. While my sister continued to learn whatever interested her, my sessions increasingly became focussed on urban planning, stellar cartography, environmental stewardship and resource allocation. The more I resisted the flow of information, the more overt the lessons became, like fighting a remorseless current. Eventually, it was easier to give in. In reward the infinite space within the takamakura began to...