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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Aware of noises behind us, I could tell people had gathered, watching me get face fucked in a cell, on my knees. I felt like a slut and I revelled in the sensations it created in me. My previous play partner had called me a slut but hadn’t gone any further and I had been left horny and needing. As I focussed on taking him deeper, he groaned and I felt my own arousal build. I really needed to be fucked. I pulled away, “Please fuck me”.
He shook his head, “You’re not ready yet.” And I felt my cunt clench as he took a little control from me, “Please?”
“Not yet.”
He pulled my head onto him, more forceful each time until all I could focus on was trying to breathe and holding onto his firm thighs.
I looked again, his eyes intense, “Please, please fuck me.”
My words mouthed it even as my voice disappeared.
He didn’t respond, just smiled and used my mouth to make him cum and cum he did. Over breasts, it dripped onto my belly and the floor, a puddle between us as I knelt, a slut, before him.
Neither of us spoke, but he saw the evident need on my face. I remembered how quickly he recovered before and stood, kissed him again. I ignored the look over to where his wife was, not caring if she watched or not, that was her choice.
“Please fuck me.”
I stroked his cock, already hard and he asked for a condom.
As he slid it on, I grew excited, not caring that several people were paying attention to us, my usual shyness gone as my lust grew.
I turned and placed my hands on the bench, my arse in the air. He stroked it and then I felt him enter me and couldn’t hold the moan in. Slowly at first then faster and deeper he fucked me until my legs trembled so much I couldn’t hold myself up. I wanted more but I knew this wasn’t the place or time. As I sat on the bench, sweat dripping down me, I grinned at him. I had enjoyed that and needed it.
I stood and kissed him briefly, aware of his wife now stood there watching. I remembered the earlier awkwardness and as we both dressed, I asked for his help in putting my dress back on. He seemed all fingers and thumbs and I was grateful for her attempt at help.
We headed up the stairs and he disappeared to wash his hands as we stood in the corridor. I didn’t know what to say, I was used to know people and it being relaxed and fun. When he came back, we smiled and he gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and she did the same and they disappeared to the bar and reception. I sat in the next room and then when I looked up they’d gone. Confused but almost not caring as my desire to get fucked had been eased, I shrugged and ordered a drink before going to the toilet myself to freshen up.
As I sat back down again, a cheeky grin from someone I’d talked to previously caught my eye. I smiled and moved closer.
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