1. Fair Exchange


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: michaeltdick, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    fingers reaching down through the hole in my pocket. Her fingers were still slightly damp from her own ministrations. This felt so much more intense than my own hand doing it. She wiggled through my pubes and finally replaced my own hand round my cock, which was now absolutely rampant. She circled her fingers round it and just the feel of her cool hand on my cock was sheer joy. As she rubbed her hand up the length of it I had to exert every ounce of control I had to stop myself shooting on her first rub. I again glanced swiftly round to make sure we were still unobserved and as my glance came round to her I realised I didn't even know her name. Not wanting to spoil the moment by saying anything I instead reached out to grab my drink from the table. My hand was trembling slightly. She had sensed my urgency and her hand had stilled on my cock, just squeezing it lightly and very gently easing my foreskin back so she could lightly rub my glans with one of those fantastically cool fingers. The gulp of beer I had swallowed and the brief respite she had given me enabled me to go off the boil. I hitched my hips forward a fraction pushing my cock up through her hand, giving her the signal to carry on. With practised ease her hand resumed its motion, slowly wanking and squeezing my cock with barley a movement showing outside my jeans to betray the glorious dance that was occurring inside them. She edged a bit closer to me allowing her hand to reach down and fondle my aching balls, ...
    caressing up as if determined to milk the spunk from them. A few more strokes like this and I could feel my thighs begin to tremble and my cock seemed to swell even more. I put my glass back on the table and hunched forwards a little to give her more room in my jeans. She knew I was going to come and her hand slid right to the end of my cock with just her fingertips working so that I could tell she was wanting to catch the spunk in her palm. The first spurt came out with a gush on her fingers and into my jeans. She looked into my eyes as she continued to milk all the spunk out of my cock onto her hand. I had never had such a huge problem to not reveal what was happening, as I wanted to groan and shout out my ecstasy to the whole room. My cock must have spurted at least 5 or 6 times before the throbbing stopped and the last drops oozed onto her fingers. Her breath sighed out and as she gave my cock a final squeeze she began to bring her hand out. &#034You can wipe it on my legs,&#034 I whispered, thinking that she would want to dispose of the mess on her hand. She gave me a wicked smile and instead of wiping my spunk off on my leg, brought her hand out of my pocket and allowed all the spunk she was holding to drip onto her own leg, then rubbed the rest of it on her legs beneath her skirt. Luckily the table hid this from view of the others in the pub. &#034My turn now&#034 She said and under the table I saw her hitch up her skirt at the front revealing that she had no panties on. ...
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