1. What the Hell am I Doing? Ch. 5


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    of maybe getting him to blast off just by words, so he would be sated, without touching me. So I decided to be honest. Maybe some of my experience would be enough to trigger his ejaculation. “I am married… “ I held up my hand, but forgot my wedding ring as in my room, having taken it off when I met up Ben this trip. All I displayed was the tan-line of my finger. “but my husband is not my Master. I love my husband very much, but he is not a dominating spirit. My Master, he... fulfills an important role in my life. And no, my Master and my husband do not know each other.” I threw that in, wanting to avoid his delving deeper into my life. “As for this other guy… “ My thumb jerked over my shoulder and out the window. “I do know him, and can’t stand him. He’s a business competitor, and really is a jerk. What you saw was his r****g me.” I stood there, matter of factly, as a thin trail of Juan’s semen was smearing in my thighs as I shifted. “Let me call the police…” the guy’s voice hardened suddenly, and he reached for the phone, moving until he was next to me. I reached out to stop him. “No.” I spoke softly, as I laid my fingers delicately on his hand. “Please don’t... they will ask questions I can’t let be answered. It will destroy my home.” He paused, and looked me in the eyes. I let him stare into me, as if he was allowed to read my thoughts, my will. At that moment, I was completely honest with him, and bless him, he picked up on it. “Alright… So where are your clothes?” ...
    Again, he was looking me over, and his cock started twitching again. He was also struggling, trying to keep himself from touching his manhood. It was becoming very obvious he wanted to masturbate, to get some relief. I was getting the impression that he wasn’t getting any at home. “He took them…” was all I said.. “So now I’m all alone, naked, and vulnerable. I’m helpless…” I spoke now more seductively, and almost c***d-like. I hadn’t planned on this, but it seemed things were working my way. I was hoping to get him to relax, make him release his sexual tension, and then get what I needed. A towel and my room key. “I… can see that…” was all he said, and he lost his battle. His hand reached for his crotch, and mine went with him. I gently ushered his fingers aside, and began to delve into the front of his boxers, to dig out his cock, and tenderly caress it. “I think you need some help with this… I mean, it is the least I can do for the man who saved me from who knows what else?” My voice gave a small, soft and coquettish laugh. My fingers daintily began to play along his cock, softly caressing the top, and along it to his base, before wrapping around it to slide ever so lightly along the underside, to the tip, ending with just my fingertip as I swirled it around his head and leaking slit. I then began another trip down his cock, while he stood there, and moaned in a deeper voice. “I bet you would love your woman to do this to you… or perhaps you would love to take her like Juan took ...
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