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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Sunny days mean flowing dresses. And drinking a lot of water.
It would be something to sit on your lap. You might notice i'm without a bra this warm evening. As another drink goes down I might squirm a little, "i'll be back in a moment"... but your hand grips me a little tighter. Not yet... |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It's not clear, at first. I've never managed it. He knows this. I have to have my own space to let go.
"Let me see those glorious pink nipples" he says as he pulls the front of my dress down. Just a little, they were barely covered anyway. That satisfied noise as they respond to the brush of his fingertips and the cool air. I've forgotten for the moment why i wanted to leave. He reaches for his drink. Tips a little over me. The goosebumps are instant, and he's lapping it up from the end of my nipples, then sucking, getting greedy, hungry almost.
Then he stops.
"Oh!" I can't think of anything else to say.
"Drink this" he commands and passes me the rest of his drink. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I drink it. I'm a little breathless from his switching back and forth. Incredibly aroused, I turn in to him.
"Finish it" he tells me in a flat voice. He's reached his phone out, messaging someone. Sighing, pouting a little, i drink. I think to myself that he's probably just trying to get me d*unk then he can play with my arse later.
A smirk to his phone, another message sent as I finish the drink.
"Better!" He says, pouring me another. "Can I take a pic of us for my friend?" And before I react, glass to my lips, he takes one.
"Who?" I'm a little cross now. I know he likes to play mind games. But this is new.
A message back "my friend likes it" he said. I catch a glimpse on the screen. Me, drinking, cleavage behind the tall glass. Satisfied with his friend's reaction, the phone's back on the table. We chat, he tops up my drink again. "Are you trying to get me d*unk?" I tease.
A filthy look is my answer. I'm thinking i'm right....
"Oh, no", he says, shifting so i'm aware of the bulge in his trousers, "that isn't my plan at all!" |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I'm wary now. And remember that I still haven't been to the bathroom. I'm suddenly uncomfortable. That trace of fear's not helping. My drink is topped up again, and he pushes back my hair to kiss my neck. As my skin reacts, he murmurs "mmm, good girl" and i feel his cock strain against his shorts.
As the pressure on my neck increases, and my breath quickens, i put the drink down and turn to straddle him. He gathers my hair with his hand, his tongue, lips then teeth going back to my neck. I moan, quietly, relax into it... "I really need to go!" I tell him.
He nibbles harder, almost a bite. Pulls tge hair wrapped round his hand. This switch again, and now he's hard, dirty, his eyes flash a warning. "No, no, it's mine. All of you is mine today" |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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The way he says it, I'm in no doubt he means it. That filthy smile gets me every time. "Oh, honey, I always am! But you know this works both ways." I lean back a little for access to his buckle, "show me!" And he unbuckles, unzips, and shows me how excited this game makes him.
I stand, now. Give his cock the room to move. My legs still either side of his lap, I pull my dress up a little higher and watch his hungry eyes, see his lips part a little. He reaches for me and I gently push his hand back to his lap' shaking my head.
"All of me?" I question
He nods.
I am always amazed at the affect I have on him. The power he assumes just to be left helpless by the hint of my naked pussy...
I lower myself onto the tip of his cock. That moment as I stretch open makes us both gasp. He tries to move his hips, then remembers I have this moment.
"All of me?" I ask again
And as he nods, the tip of him at my lips, I relax just enough for tge first warm dribble to run down the length of him |
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His moan is load, as his shorts soak it in he can't help but move into me. I stand a little, keeping him in check.
Another warm dribble, another moan. But this time he stays still. He's just watching, harder than i've ever known. "Let go!" He says, but i'm not ready for that yet. Still in control, i fuck him slowly, but take him in deep. Building my arosal. I pull the front of my dress down and guide his face to my tits. And just as he's licking and nibbling at the soft flesh under the nipple his phone beeps.
He stops, reaches for his phone, still inside me with the damp patch on his crotch. I'm about to jump off and stomp away and when I move up a little he takes another picture! I wait, the question unsaid but understood.
"I'm showing you off."
Not good enough. I start to stand...
"Wait! Stay... it's a kik group. I should have told you but I didn't expect you to go for any of it. They want to see you cover me. All this hard cocks just waiting for your pictures..."
He waits, pulls me back onto him a little, still so hard. The exhibitionist in me battles with the fear of the unknown.
Hmm, it's appealing. But who are these strangers. I take another long drink while I decide what my next move should be |
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Finishing the drink, the naughty wins out. He knew it would, it always does. I hand him his phone and stand leaning back on the table a little. Another trickle of my warm pee diwn the length of his cock and onto his shorts, and he gets the idea, phone up he films as I let go completely, satisfied sighs and soaking him through. His cock responds and he's thrusting upwards, filling me and splashing as he moves. But he keeps the phone steady...
He's sent what he needs to, the phone's abandoned on the floor as his orgasm builds. Pulling me in with his hands, moving with me, he fucks me with hard, fierce strokes "dirty little bitch" he hisses at me as he looses control and cums hard.
I sit on him, frustrated. What about me? I did something new for him. Where's my orgasm? Although I feel a sense of achievement that I could have such an effect in him.
"Sorry baby" he says, gently, "my dirty little babe deserves better!" and works his thumbs around and under my nipples.
On the grass at our feet, the phone is beeping away... |
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Standing, tits out, both of us wet, i go and refill the jug we're drinking from. I return to him, aching for release, to find him stood with his phone.
"Do you want to see what you did?"
"Really? What do you mean"
He sits me down, hands me the phone and i'm watching a big cock being wanked slowly. "Scroll down!" He commands and pours us both a drink. More videos and pictures. My lips have parted, my breathing faster. He notices "keep going, dirty bitch, you did that, and your favourite will be at the end"
He's right. 2 cocks together. I watch the mutual fun. My legs part and my fingers are on my clit nefore i even think about it.
"See, i know you. I know what you want" and he films me again, rubbing himself to the rhythm of my fingers, a close up of my wet pussy on his screen. |
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