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Whispering in Gibson's ear, "Baby, I want to give you a blowjob right now in front of everyone." I was squeezing his package through his jeans and getting ready to drop to my knees at the bar. We walked toward the exit door, then Gibson glanced over his shoulder making sure the bouncer was looking the other way before detouring me into a dark room off the foyer. As soon as we were in the car, Gibson pulled his pants down and told me, "Get back to work you dirty slut!" He pushed my head to his crotch, threw the car in gear, and drove off with me slobbering on his cock.
All these feelings of shame that had built up almost unbearably high inside me evaporated in the blink of an eye, and instead of wanting to flee and hide – as I probably should - I felt the need to jump up and scream, “Yes, it’s me! Cordelia came too, trembling and making the sweetest whimpers, and she fell back into the chair, one hand clutched over her pussy, eyes closed and her face full of bliss. Images of Cordelia appeared in front of my closed eyes, her pretty, soft pussy lips stretched around the huge rubber cock, and that look of bliss on her face I had seen earlier.
"I didn't bring one, but I'll be happy to email it if you'd like." The store clerk seemed pleased by Michelle's enthusiasm and eagerness, though in taking a careful look at her appearance, it did not seem that she would be a good fit for such a specialized boutique. "It's good to see you here Michelle," said Cecilia, the lady with the angled short black hair, now wearing a long red sweater dress that appeared to be cashmere. In a lavender floral print dress and dark purple heels, Michelle confidently admired her display work as a very attractive couple entered the store; a man and a woman in their mid-twenties.
Loads of laughing and giggling "Pass the drinks round" said the blonde, she was quite tall, shoulder length, straightened hair, slim with either B or C cup knockers "my name's Millie, that's Kat" she pointed to the cuddly one. I nearly leapt out my seat when I felt her fingers at my fly, "Start the watch Millie" she said as her hand found it's way past my zip and started rubbing my cock through my boxers. "He's wet through and rock hard" Beth told the others "Do you like the look of Kat's wet cunt ?" she rubbed my cock head as by now it had found it's way out my boxers.
Trixie climbs on top of me, bouncing up and down on my cock while her husband feeds her his, but all three of us are staring at the machine between Doll’s motionless legs, imagining the slow, steady, relentless thrusts of the dildo inside captive Doll. Cindy soon finds herself being spit-roasted by John and Thomas, who always work together, but all three of them stare at the machine between Doll’s latex thighs, imagining the steady, relentless, unceasing thrusts of the dildo in Doll’s cunt. Doll remains completely still and completely silent, eyes covered where she’d otherwise stare straight at the ceiling as the machine whirrs and the dildo keeps up its inexorable, steady, relentless thrusting.
"Work for it," he said with a big grin on his face as he pulled me close to him and started kissing me, tasting my smoothie on my tongue. When the other girls left, Jeff stood me up and took off my shirt and bra, groping my breasts and sucking my soft pink nipples, making them hard. He started to give it to me again with fire in his eyes, his body was so sweaty my arms kept slipping off his shoulders. "Cum on my dick again," he whispered as he slammed me hard against the wall. He pulled out and too weak to stand, I dropped to my knees as he started to moan softly and came, holding his dick an inch from my nose and squirting all over my face.
He climbed out of the press of people and tried to catch his breath in the back corner of the room. Oscar went to thank her but she was already conversing with a couple standing near the other corner. The bag itself contained a shirt for a show he liked, it was even in his size, as well as a couple volumes of a manga he had been meaning to pick up and a card with some kanji written on it. Oscar tucked the card in his pocket and thanked her for the answers before heading back into the crowd. He let out a sigh and turned to wait for the seven floors to pass, only to realized he wasn't the only one in the elevator.
Melinda kneeled before me, stark naked, the huge nipples on her slightly sagging big boobies stiff like small cones, red islands in milky-white triangles of a bikini tan, her pussy, which was - to my surprise - crowned by a patch of neatly trimmed blond hair and shimmering with moisture at my eye level, and she held up a thick, short, wet carrot like a trophy. My whole face was covered in tropic heat, but I leaned forward and ran my tongue wetly all over the eastern beauty’s toes, tasting the familiar mix of gritty, sweaty sweetness and feeling my pussy juices greet the shaming act with a burst of wet joy.
This was just like one of his bimbo fantasies, except of course Emily didn’t have the fake tits and wasn’t currently sucking his cock. Emily looked up at Nathan and smiled as she started rubbing his cock through his pants. Nathan reached his hand under her tight skirt, noticing that she did not put on panties when she changed, and began to rub Emily’s already wet pussy in small circles. Emily closed her eyes and continued moaning as she rode Nathan’s cock in short, grinding motions. She looked like the perfect little bimbo, lying there and smiling as she took his cock deep in her pussy. Nathan continued fucking her pussy, reaching one of his hands around to grope at her new F cup breasts.
Glancing around carefully, I decided to be a little daring and pop the button of my jeans and loosen up the zipper a bit, just enough that I could slip a couple fingers into them and assure myself that yes, my panties were wet and that, beneath them, my cunt was even wetter. Worse, perhaps, or perhaps not, for it took my mind from the humiliation of pissing my jeans, I felt the last vestiges of self-control flee as the orgasm that I’d been ignoring came back to haunt me. Oh, and yes, I left a ridiculously large tip before fleeing, a reminder never to stop there again, in case someone recognized me as the girl who pissed her pants… but not before taking a quick moment to write it all down...
I got off on knowing that, at any moment, someone might wander outside into the cool Seattle night for a smoke or a hit off a pipe, or just some fresh air, and they’d see me, the hem of my dress clenched in one fist, my fingers slipping into the waistband of my panties, the movement of my hand beneath the material as I teased myself, my eyes never leaving Kay’s painfully beautiful face. I’d had a little too much wine, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone to the bathroom… it began as a trickle of warmth that soaked through my panties, dripping from the crotch before growing into a tickling stream running down the insides of my thighs.
“This is it,” Ray thought, admiring rich brown coffee dripping majestically into the pot. Ray slid his boxers off and grabbed the coffee pot. The customer bit into her cookie and Ray went back into the kitchen, grinning like a maniac. Ray did his chores automatically, fantasising about the hot coffee on his cock and the lady who later drank that coffee. Ray immediately felt his cock harden at the mere thought. “You stuck your cock in my coffee, you fucking asshole.” Of course, it was her. “Well, fuck you.” Ray heard the noise of a slamming door and muffled footsteps as the lady was leaving. But Ray didn’t give a single fuck about the humiliation.
Laura slowly fucked my cock as I lubricated my fingers and her arsehole, pushing one finger in as far as I could reach. Laura had been dressed as the sexiest witch I had ever seen in my life…long, black skirt ripped length ways to reveal her lovely fishnet stockinged legs, high-heeled ankle boots and a tight bodice that showed off her tits. 'I imagine bending you over a desk, pulling your skirt up and fucking from behind,' I said, gasping as Laura used her heel on my nipple. Laura lay back and fucked herself with the cucumber, pulling it all the way out then shoving it back into her cunt, gasping at each thrust.
She asked me to pick out a nice outfit for Steve, and I chose a tight blue dress I always think she looks hot in. Steve said he had not had a good look at Val's ass except in the picture I had sent and asked her to show him. After our meal I left to go to the bathroom, and when I came back I could see Steve had his hand on Val's leg. He looked at me this time, his hand apparently now stroking Val's bare leg and asked 'wouldn't you like that?'. When we left the restaurant Steve shook my hand and looked me in the eye, the kissed Val on the lips and opened the door for her to get in our taxi.
Monica took the diaper and a vibrating egg, and a small, black, butt plug upstairs to her bedroom and began to get ready. The trickle worked its way into a stream as Monica continued to let out her pussy fluid. "I came early to help you Monica," her mother said, "but it looks like you don't need my help," Jean said as she worked her way toward her daughter. "I thought I could help you cook and clean, but perhaps we will have to work some other things into our schedule, you naughty girl," she said as she took her daughter's filthy hand and moved it toward her pussy...
When the vixen scurried out of his sight, her long, red dress setting off the hue of her fur with just the right note, he didn't think too much of it with the zebra fondling his horns. It didn't look like it should have shimmied up as far as it did, but it easily exposed her crotch to his muzzle and Goatie eagerly allowed himself to be drawn in, tongue flicking out to tease over her panties, already soaked with her own juices. She arched up to his muzzle as Goatie longed to roll his hips back onto the zebra's driving shaft, though he could not spare the time to be jealous as she ground her crotch on his nose and tongue, too keen for his attention to wait for him to use his tongue as he could.
I'm sure it will look even more awesome and, well, even bigger." My cock had already risen up and was now pointing out into the room towards Christine the head as pink and shiny as ever. Then she wet her hands, rubbed the bar of soap between her hands and began to soap up my cock and balls with long sensual strokes as she looked up at me, smiling. With a finger she followed the contours of my now completely smooth dick from the balls hanging freely in their naked pink sack of skin up along the smooth shaft and ended up resting on the tip of the bulging cock head. My naked cock head began pressing towards my boxers and the fabric of the pants, as she continued to rub it with her foot.
Vito was waiting for this opportunity to trigger, and he forced his middle finger to push into James's mouth and looked into his eyes and smiled, "well, getting any idea of what I might want, little brother?" Soon, he was fully erect and Vito closed his eyes and was trembling with full erotic pleasure, the idea of doing this in front James, turned him on even more than before, it didn't take him more than few minutes to clench his toes, and shoot up all his loads on his brother's face intentionally. James nodded and left his room, sinking on his own bed and started to sleep with that same old thumb inside his mouth, sucking like a toddler, because he needs a long rest for tomorrow.
The instant he felt her warm toes touch the side of his face, the salesman took a sharp, indignant breath and jerked his head back to reflexively glare at the woman, but she was too occupied with pulling her phone from her bag and checking something on it while she waited for him to remove her other boot. Lydia softly breathed as she watched the boy guide the immaculate shoe onto her eagerly awaiting toes, even letting a soft sigh of contentment leave her as her heel settled into the back of the pump and she experienced the rich, virgin leather yielding to the curves of her foot for the first time. His rather forced conversation lost its way very quickly as Lydia lifted her foot and let the platform sole of her shoe settle on the man's shoulder.
Once I was sun-bathing on this beach in Thailand, checking out the crowds of smoking-hot 19-year-old tourist-girls, all half-naked, many of whom were indubitably cruising for some big hard vacation-cock for the night to satisfy their horny, vacationing, tight young pussies. I stared down at the horny spectacle as I slowly began sliding my dick in and out of her tight, wet hole as she held her pussy-lips wide open for me with her fingers. Still cumming, I let go of my rod, thrust deeper than ever up inside her beautiful pooper, and continued pumping cum, deep up her big, hot, tight ass, now dripping with sweat from all the fucking and sun.
I lift my ass a bit, moving it a little on your hand, lean over to kiss you thanks, just as if we were an ordinary pair of lovers in the park, I tell you how good your hand feels as I kiss you on the lips. You push a little harder against my clit, I moan, lean forward, hide my face in my hands, but quickly jolt back up as you push against the buttplug very hard several times, fucking my ass with it. We both wait patiently for it and get in, but and as soon as the door closes you slam me against the mirror, kissing me hard on the mouth, grabbing my hand, putting on your cock, telling me to look at what I've done to you.
And then she was on him, in him - him in her - sliding herself against his pelvis and his pubes, moaning and screaming, rubbing, pushing, leaning back, her hand on his chest, riding him like a bucking horse: "Oh yes, yes, yes," breathing like that in a panting, compulsion of breath, obsessive with lust, "yes, yes, yes." And she'd lean over, taking one of her breasts and forcing it to his mouth: "suck it, yes, really hard, bite it, bite it till it hurts, go on, go on," broaching no refusal," take it all into your mouth, swallow it, yes!" And on and on, from one breast to the next, making them raw with his hunger, feeling the nipples in the back of his throat, and one nipple and another nipple, and then both nipples in his mouth at the same time, her squeezing the breasts together so they became cross-eyed, till he couldn't breath, and all the time straining not to come.
I sat there in my bed, thinking about it, with her panties held tightly against my nose, inhaling her scent, and remembering the softness of her skin, and the feel of her pussy on my face, wanting badly to bury myself in her again. I pulled my middle finger in, separating her lips and feeling the slickness of her core as the fabric slid over her slick cum, and in one motion glided it up the length of her pussy until I found the hard nub of her clit. The sight was magnificent and I wanted to drop between Eleanor's legs and taste her, but I settled for my hand.
She thought about how her legs would look wrapped around a stranger's ass while he thrust himself into her on a kitchen counter top. As she took the first sip she felt the stranger move, looked up and saw him coming towards her. He pulled her closer and she slid deeper into the seat, possibly as deep as his tongue ventured inside her vagina. Her legs wrapped around his waist, one hand on his ass, and another holding on to the edge of the window. There were times she thought she would scream and the whole world would hear her - or at least the waiter.