1. Connor's Treat


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female Domination, Foot or shoe fetish, Humiliation, Male Solo, Male/Female, Masturbation, Toys, Author: emmym, Rating: 81, Source: sexstories.com

    leaned back again. “Open your eyes, slut” she commanded. Connor opened his eyes and blinked slowly, like he had been drugged. “I want to get your whore juice all over these panties. And then I want you to put them on, nice and wet, with both of our juices mixing together. Then we’re going to sit down, and have a nice night out, where no one knows I just almost made you cum with just my feet, and where that nice waiter over there doesn’t realize he’s serving a man wearing his girlfriends used panties. What are you?” Connor’s dick spat out another dribble of precum, and he knew that if her foot had been on his dick he would’ve cum already. “I’m your slut mistress.” “That’s right, good boy,” Stephanie praised Connor and rewarded him by putting her foot back onto his crotch and rubbing it gently. Connor made his hands into a fist, his nails biting into his palm as he tried not to cum. “And then,” Stephanie continued, her voice pitched low, “You’re going to get the check and I’m going to wait for you in the car. And you’re going to have me for dessert. I’m going to get my juices all over your pretty face, isn’t that right baby?” Stephanie stroked Connor’s face gently. To the outside would it would look like a girlfriend with her boy, happily in love. Connor shuddered into her touch, trying to focus on her fingers over his lips instead of her toes on his cock. “And you’ve been so good, such a good little princess for me this week that when I get back,” she said, her voice now a ...
    hard whisper, “when we get back I’m going to fuck you into the mattress like the slut you are. How’s that for a treat?” “Perfect, mistress,” Connor gasped. “Good boy. Now go.” Stephanie dismissed him. Connor stood up from the table quickly and power walked to the bathroom. Of course on the way there he passed several tables. Each time he did he wondered if they knew he wasn’t wearing underwear. If they could see the dark spatters of precum that had leaked through the thin pants he was wearing. If they somehow heard his quiet moans all the way at the front of the restaurant. But no one stopped him as he made his way into the, thankfully, single occupancy bathroom. He immediately locked the door and leaned against it, shoving his pants down his thighs as he pressed the freshly soaked panties to his nose and breathed in deeply. He could smell her juices and he wrapped his hand around his dick, working his head exclusively as he brought himself closer to orgasm. He sucked on the crotch and moaned shamelessly as he tasted the faintest hint of his mistress’s pussy on his tongue, hips thrusting into his fist with the knowledge that he would be able to taste more in just a little bit. As he felt himself peaking, his balls starting to rise, he reluctantly removed her panties from his mouth and instead moved them to his cock. It was an excellent choice. The satin, cooling with drool from his mouth and her pussy, allowed the panties to slide effortlessly over his blood warmed dick. As much ...
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