I have to ask. It's protocols. You've been sitting at work all day,
trying to focus, but it's definar impossible. All you can think about
is what I'm going to do to you later. You're nervous. What if
you don't like me when you finally see me? What if it's super awkward.
You've had so many thoughts about canceling, but you know you won't do
that because you need what I promised. You walk into the park. You
regret how bold you've been via text, all those things you've said you wanted
me to do to you. When you started talking, you had just recently
separated from your boyfriend. You were feeling brave and adventurous, like you deserve
to meet someone who'd give you what you've wanted for so long. Now that
it's almost time, you feel like a shock girl, and you're not even
sure you'll be able to look me in my eyes without blushing. You spotted
me right away. I'm tall, and even before you get close to me,
you start to feel small in my presence. You're already blushing. You
start to regret not wearing any panties. We somewhat awkwardly say hi, I
have a nice smile, and you feel reassured that your guy feeling about me
seeming safe was right. For now, at least, he starts to relax.
Once we talked for a while, we smoked that joint, I said,
our brain, and it helps you feel calm. I'm funny and I
make you laugh. We're both a little awkward, but who wouldn't be.
You don't know me at all yet. In a few minutes, I will
follow you back to your hotel room. I'll undress you, touch you,
and taste you. You feel dizzy just thinking about it. Even though you're
almost too embarrassed to ask. You look at me and say, so,
do you still want to come see my room? You're scared? Say I've
changed my mind, but I haven't. It's not really the room I want
to see. But yeah, I still want to, I say. On
the way to the hotel, I'm talking telling you a story about something I
did sometime ago somewhere, but your head is spending a little and you don't
remember a word I've said. The only thing on your mind is how crazy
it's all is. In a few minutes, the stranger is going to see
you naked, and he's going to touch you in some ways no one has
touched you in years. Suddenly we're in the lobby. The elevated doors open
and I get in ahead of you, so I'm standing behind you. When
the door's closed. You're on the seventh floor, and even just getting past
the third floor seems to take forever for me. A text you said you
wanted me to check and see if you would wear any underwear once we count
on the elevator, but now you're scared I'll actually do it. You turn
around and see me looking at your ass. When you catch my eye,
reach out to you, lightly touching your head, running my fingers down the
hand with your trust, slightly lifting it up as my hands wander up your
thigh all the way up to your pussy. When I realized you did go
through with it and you're not wearing any panties, I smile and whisper good
girl. You blush so severely that you have to look away, and it
makes me smile. I give your arm a reassurance squeeze. It's okay,
I say, you're doing great. You're still blushing when the door is open
to reveal your floor, and I gently nudge you to get out the elevator.
As you walk down the corridor, you're acutely aware of me walking behind
you. You feel my eyes on your body, but you don't turn around.
As you're unlocking the door, you feel me get closer to you.
My hands are suddenly on your hips, moving to lock around your waist.
As I gently press my body up against yours. You can tell him rock
hard, and you start fumbling nervously with the car, trying to get the
door open. In your head, you see yourself dropping the car and havn't
have been over to pick it up. Having to have been over in front
of me with no pennies on. Put you on dropping, and the door
finally unlocks. When we get inside, you have no idea what you're supposed
to do. I'm still close to you, so you turn around and look
up at me. I suddenly pushed you up against the wall, put in
my knee between your legs and pushing them apart. I kiss you while my
hands throw wandering all over your body, ending up between your legs. You
let one small gaspou as I easily slide a finger inside of you. You
blush your house oaks you are, and blush even more. When I look
at you and tell you again that you're a good girl. We stand like
that for a while, be kissing you, kissing your neck, push your
one finger deep inside you. You close your eyes and try to stay on
your feet. I'll let you go and walk across the room to the chair.
You close your eyes and just try to stay on your feet. I'll
let you go and walk across the room to the chair. You know what
happens now. You ask for this, and you want to, but you're
still embarrassed. When I say down to pack my lap, you're as signed
to walk over and lay down. You do as you're told, because no
matter how anxious you feel, you still want to obey me. You somewhat
awkwardly lay across my lap. You can feel exactly how hard I am,
and it reassures you that I'm just as turned on as you are. You
close your eyes as you feel me lifting up your dress, my hand caressing
your skin. I tell you to relax. You haven't even noticed if your
body has become the anticipation of what's about to happen makes your tense up even
more. You can hear that you're breathing funny, even though I've been touched
you. I keep stroking your eyes, almost tickling you, and the feeling
of not knowing what I'm going to hurt you is almost torturous. I notice
you're still tense. A whisper her last paper girl. Nothing bad it's gonna
happen to you. I'm going to take good care of you. And just
as you're starting to ease up, I speak you hard. You're so surprised
you let out a loud whimper. I don't let you recover, and I
spake you even harder, three times in a row for each chink. This
causes you to clench and let out several squeaks. Such a good girl,
I'll say. As I start caressing you again, you begin anticipating in the
next bank, but I don't hit you. I move my hand between your
legs, feeling how so what you are. You're so wet you're probably leaving
a stain on my jeans. It looks like you enjoy being put in your
place. I say, as I easy, at least slide two fingers inside
of you. You can't help but lout of them. All all you want
is me is oue of you. But you have a feeling I'm not gonna
fuck you anytime soon, even though you can feel my deck throbbing beneath you,
I keep gently pushing my fingers inside of you, touching your clap just
long enough to make you win for and one more because I had a third
finger. I'm surprised you by spanking you with my other hand. By now
both your cheeks and bright red. And every time I hit you, that's
we sting. Just keep triving you crazier. You feel like your whole body
is close to coming, and we haven't even taken enough our clothes yet.
Commotion for you to get up. Your legs are jelly, and I laugh
and stand you up to stead of you. When I notice how wibbly you
look, you blush and laugh with me. You're not sure what to think.
Your mind is all over the place, and your so turned on you
do anything I ask, no question, as long as I promise to keep
touching you. I start unbunning your dress. Slide it off your shoulders,
Watch your fall to the floor, you wearing nothing butter bra and I tell
you to take it off. You do it, of course, because I
told you to. You throw it on the floor, and I see you
watching me. I pull you close to me, kiss your neck and cup
both of your breast in my hands while I play with your nipples. You
let out of owners I've been down and lick one of it. His sense
is shovel through your spine, making your knees weak. But I'm all known
to you. I don't know how much more this you can take. You
have never in your life, and it's turned on your hands. Moved to
my belt, fumbling trying to unbuckle it, unbuttoning my jeans. I'll let
you, but i'll stop you when you try to pull on my boxes.
It's not time for that yet, baby girl, I say, as I
gently push you toward the bed. Lie down in the middle and touch yourself,
I command, as I start undressing, kicking my shoes and jeans off,
throwing my shirt on the floor, but leaving my boxes on. You
feel exposed lying like that in the middle of the bed. All you want
to do is come, but you don't touch yourself in a way that might
make you come. You need me to taste your furs to give you what
I promised you. I get on the bed and you stop touching yourself,
feeling your head back and close your eyes. You have waited for this for
weeks, and you're not sure you can really believe it's gonna happen. You
feel my hands on your legs, stroking them, my lips kissing your knees,
in your thighs, teasing you, moving closer to where you want my
mouth to be, but not quite there. You want to tell me what
you need, but you feel shy. You let us start shaking as I
guess so there was evident to me how much you needed me, how horny
I made you, and how badly he wanted to feel my mouth on your
pussy. You can feel my heart breath on your clip. You could probably
come just for me breathing on it, but you don't want to. You've
waited for this, and you don't want this to be over just yet.
You feel my lips closed around your clip, my tongue lapping around in circles,
and it drives you so wild that you cover your mouth to stop from
being so loud. My pause to look at you and remove your hand.
Ain't I need to be quiet around me? I want to hear how good
I make you feel. My tongue goes back to exploring you, and you
care less about the noise. You never want to stop feeling this way,
You never want to stop feeling this good, ever, But you also need
me inside you. You feel me pushing my fingers into your web pussy.
You're not even sure how many fingers I can feel, but you can feel
me stretching you, feeling you up as my mouth keep working on your clip.
You don't think you can keep on for much longer. You're so warm,
you feel like your whole body is on fire. You can't keep your
legs from shaking, and you don't even notice how you're arching your back,
grinding your hips to feel me even deeper inside of you. You don't care
that you're being so loud in your breathing. It's completely out of control,
to the point where you feel like headed. You can hear the sound of
water rushing in your ears, and you know you're about to come. You
pray to whatever God there is up there that I'll let you come, otherwise
you might explode into a million pieces. As the pressure keeps building, you
breathe faster until you suddenly stop breathing completely. You feel your whole body tense
up, and you lose control off you shake your legs and start a whimpering
and letting our little cries. As the most intense orcasm you've ever had,
and your life rushes through your body. It feels like it will last forever.
Maybe it's because I won't starve even when your legs collapse around my head.
Then you desperately try to get away. I'll hold on to you and
I can't. Looking at you gentler now slower like I'm enjoying watching you suffer,
but not too much. You try to close your legs because the feeling
is overwhelming, but I firmly push them apart and keep going. I'm being
so gentle, and you're such a mess. You can't do anything but let
me you feeling another way of coming. I notice how your breathing changes again,
and I start going faster. I play more pressure. You hold your
ref while you ground your hips, pushing yourself towards me. Your whole body
is shaken and the orgasm is so intense you almost sit up in the bed
again. I don't stop, but this time you can't take it anymore,
and you push me and quickly scramble up towards the head board to get away
from me. Your face is flushed and you're trying to get your breath under
control and stop your lass for shaking. I set up and laugh in my
beard. It's completely covered in you. I'm sorry, I say, while
grinned. I won't soart you. You anymore, a little baby, You've
earned a little break. You laugh too. You're exhausted, but you know
I'm not done with you yet. You want to thank me for making you
feel this way, for making you feel the way I promised by saying thank
you out loud. It sounds so cheesy and it makes you embarrassed to think
about it. Instead, you say, I'm glad I sent you that message
on Instagram. I'm glad you did too, I said before I climb to
the other side of the bed and motion for you to lie down next to
me. You're glowing. I say, you're pretty. After you come,
he should get to come every day. You blush and roll towards me,
hide to your face with your hands smiling. I remove him and kiss him.
He tastes good. Your lips are soft and well, your tongue exploring
my mouth in my hand, cutting one of your breast, playing with your
nipper I laying down and kiss both of them, rolling my tongue and chinley
pipe them. You don't regret being bold now. You love that I know
everything about you, that I know exactly how to blease you. Maybe that's
why it feels like I'm reading your mind again. With my hands moved down
between your legs and I push at least three fingers inside of you. He
let out the wind press. I slowly finger you out. My mouth keeps
playing with your nipples. You look up at me. My finger is still
inside of you, my face close to yours. I ask you, do
you want me to fuck you? Now? You not nah, be a
bigger, only use your words. Tell me you want me to fuck you,
I say, as I push my fingers deeper inside you and kiss on
your neck. He breathes heavily and whisper. I want you to fuck me.
You've never said that. I'll lie before. The word fuck makes you
blush, even though you've written it so many times online and our Instagram messages.
You told me you needed me to fuck you. You told me you
wanted to feel me deep beside you. You told me that you wanted me
to grab you, choke you, and fuck you hard, but out loud.
You've never actually said anything like that before in your life ever. You
tell me louder, I need you to fuck me now, please, good
girl, I says, I slowly take off my boxers. You smile when
you see how hard I am. My dad listening would pre come. You
get wetting when you realize you turn me on. I start stroking it.
You like watching me touch myself. I'll tell you to get up and get
on all fours, and you do what you're told without hesitation. I'm on
my knees directly behind you. You're so needy and desperate to feel me inside
of you that you aren't your back and push your ass towards my dick.
My dick is touching you now. You slide it up and down your wet
lips, teasing yourself. Tell me you want me to fuck you. I
say, tell me you need this dick inside of you. You push yourself
towards me again, trying to trick me into slipping inside. But I pull
it back and whisper. Tell me what you want. I need you to
fuck me, please, I need you inside me. You start begging.
You're desperate and you can feel your way and that's running down your legs.
If I don't fuck you soon, you don't know what you'll do with yourself.
I keep rubing my dick on your pussy, teasing you, driving you
fucking crazy. You don't understand how I can control myself, And just as
you start to feel like you can't take it anymore, I just you and
gently stroke your ass, and finally you feel my dick can find its way
inside you. How I slide it all the way in, feeling all of
you stretching, you whimper. I feel perfectly like your pussy was made for
my dick. I fuck you in deep, gentle strucks while I lovingly canresh
your ass. It feels so good. You let out a side of disappointment
when I suddenly stop and tell you wait, I need to see your face.
Get on your back. You do as you're told, and you roll
over, spreading your legs for me, showing me that pretty ass pussy cut
girl. I tell you, as I lift your legs and lite aside of
you tout yourself, I want you to look at me when you come.
You hate eye contact. It makes you feel so vulnerable. You avoid it
at hohol costs. You want to close your eyes so bad and just enjoy
me fucking you. But of course you do what you told. The way
I praise you makes you feel so proud. You do anything for me,
even look at me. We like eyes, and you rapidly circle your fingers
around your clap. I smile at you, and you start going faster,
my hands sticking into your hip so hard that I think I might leave Bruce.
I lift your legs, pushing your knees towards your chest, almost folding
you half so my face is closer to yours. I'm loaning and grunning,
and we both go faster. You let our little cries. Every time I
push inside of you. You feel the pressure building again, and this time
it feels even more intense. My man moves to your neck ginleline, pressure,
forcing you to slow your breathing. You try to keep looking up at
me, but you can feel your eyes roll into the back of your head.
I'm fucking you hard, going so deep with each thrust that I'm hitting
your serfas your fingers keep working on your clip, and you feel like you
might pass out. When the wave where the next org astill starts building,
I'm there too, I'm squeezing your neck, walk growing in your ear,
telling you that you're such a good girl, telling you to come for me
when you look so beautiful, rubbing up, keep rubbing it, just like
that, just like that. Alright, you look so good baby, alright,
you look so good. Baby. Keep rubbing that bussy, baby,
god girl, keep rubbing that pussy, baby just like that. Ah.
I keep going, baby, keep going, keep calling, keep calling,
keep going. Can you nothing for me? Come on, nothing for me?
Come on, come on baby, come on, not for me?
Baby, right there? Slow down, you rubbing that pretty bussy too fast?
Slow down? Yeah, yeah, I'm not going nowhere. I'm here
just to watch you. Just don't watch. I'm here to watch you rub
that pretty ass bussy. Grab your tit be't chilled it but just a little
bit, yeah, just a little bit. Yeah, not come for me,
thank you. Another orgasm rushes through your body. You feel your pussy
clinching, and I start to shudder, groaning loudly. The muscles of your
pussy grip in my deck, forcing me to come inside you. I keep
thrusting while your body shakes, until I let go your neck and collapse on
top of you. You move your legs down and wrap them around my waist.
You don't want to let me go. He want to keep me inside
you for a little longer. He touched my face, look me in my
eyes, and kiss me before you whisper thank you, thank you,