Showing posts with label public sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label public sex. Show all posts
10/04/2008
12/21/2007
two cum sluts on 29th street
I want to see you get fucked by a lot of men. I want to watch them come all over you and after they are done, I'll lick every bit of cum from your body and then fuck you.
We had a lot in common. We had similar goals. We exchanged a few e-mails, then graduated to the phone. Soon, we were exchanging videos of unusually potent cum shots from RedTube.
We finally decided to meet. He chose a bar I'd never been to and will probably never go to again for reasons soon to be explained. The place was packed with a few office holiday parties and we shouted over the drunken crowd with Santa hats. We found a place at the bar, and after some light generic conversation about work and the holidays we quickly got down to talking about why we were there: his insatiable oral fixation and my general love of debauchery. Neither of us bothered to keep our voices down as he talked about his love of nipple clamps and having his tits chewed to oblivion. I talked about my love of flogging and semen. He had yet to suck a cock, but was eager to do it. Licking come off of someone is great, but there's nothing like drinking straight from the tap.
I was wearing a rather long, wool skirt and he was rubbing my thigh sweetly. I excused myself to the bathroom and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to take off my tights and my underwear."
When I returned, we noticed a booth was open by the door. We gathered our drinks and our belongings and settled into the corner of the booth. It was just to the left of the entrance and on a slightly raised platform. We settled into the corner facing outward and continued our conversation. His hand slid up my skirt and started teasing my clit. I lifted my ass a little so he could gain better access and soon he slipped a finger inside. I could feel the lining of my skirt grow damp. I nibbled on his neck keeping one eye on the door. Every once in a while someone would walk by, no more than 5 feet away, oblivious to what was happening just to the right of them.
He lifted my skirt higher and slipped his hand under my ass, slipping one finger back into my cunt and another in my ass, pumping in and out vigorously. I buried my head into the crook of his neck, muffling my groans. Every now and then I would catch the bouncer eyeing us and I would tap his shoulder. We would part discreetly, each of us temporarily returning to our drinks. He slipped his fingers out and put them to my lips, so I could lick up my juices. When the coast was clear, back went the fingers. He went in deep, curling his fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot with one and fucking my ass with the other. I bit into his shoulder, lifting my ass up while demurely tugging my skirt down. I gripped his shoulder as I came on his hand, growling into his sweater. He slipped his fingers out and brought them to my mouth again.
It was getting late. We both had to get going. Outside, I lit a cigarette and we both stood for a while making chit-chat. We had both eased ourselves against the wall. There were construction walls and scafolding in front of the bar, making it a slightly less exposed area. He moved behind me and suddenly dropped to his knees. He lifted up my skirt and dove under, licking my ass. I gasped and leaned forward slightly. I watched a group of people walk by across the street and I kept my eyes on them as I ground my ass into his face. My lids grew heavy and I moaned as his tougne lapped my asshole. He spoke often of his oral fixation and I was beginning to see what he meant. My knees buckled and then I noticed a couple coming down the street. I reached behind me and tapped his head. He lifted up and I straightened my coat and skirt. We kissed and parted ways.
We had a lot in common. We had similar goals. We exchanged a few e-mails, then graduated to the phone. Soon, we were exchanging videos of unusually potent cum shots from RedTube.
We finally decided to meet. He chose a bar I'd never been to and will probably never go to again for reasons soon to be explained. The place was packed with a few office holiday parties and we shouted over the drunken crowd with Santa hats. We found a place at the bar, and after some light generic conversation about work and the holidays we quickly got down to talking about why we were there: his insatiable oral fixation and my general love of debauchery. Neither of us bothered to keep our voices down as he talked about his love of nipple clamps and having his tits chewed to oblivion. I talked about my love of flogging and semen. He had yet to suck a cock, but was eager to do it. Licking come off of someone is great, but there's nothing like drinking straight from the tap.
I was wearing a rather long, wool skirt and he was rubbing my thigh sweetly. I excused myself to the bathroom and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to take off my tights and my underwear."
When I returned, we noticed a booth was open by the door. We gathered our drinks and our belongings and settled into the corner of the booth. It was just to the left of the entrance and on a slightly raised platform. We settled into the corner facing outward and continued our conversation. His hand slid up my skirt and started teasing my clit. I lifted my ass a little so he could gain better access and soon he slipped a finger inside. I could feel the lining of my skirt grow damp. I nibbled on his neck keeping one eye on the door. Every once in a while someone would walk by, no more than 5 feet away, oblivious to what was happening just to the right of them.
He lifted my skirt higher and slipped his hand under my ass, slipping one finger back into my cunt and another in my ass, pumping in and out vigorously. I buried my head into the crook of his neck, muffling my groans. Every now and then I would catch the bouncer eyeing us and I would tap his shoulder. We would part discreetly, each of us temporarily returning to our drinks. He slipped his fingers out and put them to my lips, so I could lick up my juices. When the coast was clear, back went the fingers. He went in deep, curling his fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot with one and fucking my ass with the other. I bit into his shoulder, lifting my ass up while demurely tugging my skirt down. I gripped his shoulder as I came on his hand, growling into his sweater. He slipped his fingers out and brought them to my mouth again.
It was getting late. We both had to get going. Outside, I lit a cigarette and we both stood for a while making chit-chat. We had both eased ourselves against the wall. There were construction walls and scafolding in front of the bar, making it a slightly less exposed area. He moved behind me and suddenly dropped to his knees. He lifted up my skirt and dove under, licking my ass. I gasped and leaned forward slightly. I watched a group of people walk by across the street and I kept my eyes on them as I ground my ass into his face. My lids grew heavy and I moaned as his tougne lapped my asshole. He spoke often of his oral fixation and I was beginning to see what he meant. My knees buckled and then I noticed a couple coming down the street. I reached behind me and tapped his head. He lifted up and I straightened my coat and skirt. We kissed and parted ways.
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