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over a year ago
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You kiss your husband goodbye. He knows you have a date and where, but not who it is with. You get in your car, nerves beginning to make your heart flutter. You pull on to the car park, adjust the mirror to make sure you're makeup is as as it should be. Stepping out of the car and locking it, your knees are weak, you begin to walk putting the keys in your bag. Walking in through reception, I have told you to keep walking like you belong there, the receptionist doesnt bat an eyelid.
As you walk past the bar the busonessmens heads turn, wondering if they really saw a flash of stocking top as you strode past. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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You arrive at my room. You're at exactly the time I told you to be here. You knock on the door wearing your long coat over lingerie as I told you, your heels making your legs look so long in your stockings.
I open the door and you open your coat, showing me the basque, stockings and suspenders I requested you wear. I stand back and you walk in, turning to face me as I shut the door. I step forward and kiss your lips, you kiss me back. I slide my hand inside your coat placing the flat of my hand on the small of your back, pulling you towards me.
Your hand at the back of my head, you dont want to let me go. I lower my head, kissing your shoulder, your cleavage heaves as I kiss the top of your breasts ....
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I continue to kiss your body through the fabric of your basque, steadily lower, your hands flat against the wall pushing your shoulders backwards, your back arching.
My mouth finds the fabric of your panties, I can smell the heady aroma of your arousal, taste the vague dampness of the material. My tongue darts between my lips, placing just enough pressure for you to feel it against your clit. I do not linger, continuing my journey down to your upper thigh. Your stocking tops, the area of your body that you know will drive my passion, red lace over black sheer nylon. I kiss the lace, savouring the taste of your skin. Your feet move apart in their heeled black shoes, giving me access to your inner thigh. Laying gentle kisses there a moan escapes unbidden from your throat. You shift your weight on to one leg, hooking your knee over my shoulder, the heel of your shoe in the centre of my back as my mouth continues around your stocking top... |
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Your knees are beginning to flex, your hands running up and down your thigh, your heels putting more pressure on my back and your hips gently bucking forwards.
My lips trace the line of your suspenders until they once again meet your panties. This time my tongue hooks under the lacy hem, following the line towards your heat. Your hand rests on the back of my head.
You reach in to the pocket of your coat which is still hanging from your shoulders. You remove your phone and with deft fingers activate the camera and as my mouth locks over your damp panties I can hear your camera click and the sound of a message being sent.... |
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My hands now join my mouth but only to assist my tongue lifting your panties to the side. Exposing your neatly trimmed mound my lips caress the left, then the right before my tongue darts put, finding your cleft with ease, probing inwards, finding your bud. As my tongue circles around your most sensitive organ I hear you gasp for air. You have been waiting for this, the build-up of messages, the promise of this moment heightening the tension.
I allow my tongue to slide down between your lips, circling again around the entrance of your forbidden tunnel, prior to this only your husband had been here, now you are ready to give yourself over to me. I taste your juices, before returning to your clitoris. Your supporting knee bends forward, lowering you in to my mouth, your hips starting to grind against my tongue. You can feel your organ building, I can sense it too. Your hand in my hair pulling my head in towards you. My hand runs up the back of your leg, stroking through your stocking as my tongue flicks across you clit faster, circling it and sucking it in between my lips. You allow yourself to let go, losing your composure, allowing for the release of your orgasm. You cant stop it now, you have reached the point of no return and with one more thrust of my tongue your orgasm bursts through. The intense feeling of cumming for a man that is not your husband. You have lost control, you are not that chased woman you were 20 minutes ago, you have become the woman you fantasised of being. The one that sought pleasure of another man, the one that was knowingly teasing her husband... |
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You know where you want this to lead, you want to go home to your husband, pussy aching and be able to tell him about your night. This has only ever been a fantasy before tonight but now the reality hits home, you are having your clit licked and sucked by a guy you met online only 3 hours ago |
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