1. Adventures of Sindycane: Stalkings and Lace


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: sindycane, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories

    each fuck. He was like a machine and I couldn’t stop cumming…once, twice, three, four times. He reminded me of a living, breathing, hot, wet Sybian machine. All of a sudden, he groaned loudly and his whole body tightened. He pushed into me harder and jerkier, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, and with each thrust he groaned out “Fuk, fuk, fuk, fuk, fuk.” I felt him swell inside of me and I felt an explosion of warm liquid deep in my pussy. “Aaghh, ohhhh God, ohhhhh fukkkkk,” he cried out over and over as he pulsed loads of cum deep inside of me. I could feel it streaming down my legs. I looked down and saw it fall in rivulets and form cummy puddles on the concrete floor under my pussy, streaming down from my overflowing cunt. He collapsed on top of me, our bodies still jerking and twitching as I locked my legs to support my weight and a little of his. His hand was running absently up and down my bare hip as he tried to calm me. Or maybe calm himself. Under his breath he kept whispering, “Oh my god Sindy. Fucking hell. Oh my God…” I was shaking myself and whispered back “I know baby, God I know…Oh baby, baby. What was that,” I said, still in awe of what we had just experienced. Slowly we came back to ourselves. He raised himself up off of me and kissed the back of my neck. He helped me stand upright and I wobbled against him. Turning me back into his arms he kissed me hard and deep. Then he changed the kiss and made it slower and sweeter. My heartbeat was still raised but not ...
    bursting out of my chest. “Wow, waiting those thirty minutes for you was the best decision I’ve ever made,” he whispered against my lips. “Yeah, going out with you tonight was mine,” I whispered back. We stepped back from each other, dressing silently in the yellow light from the garage. I was subdued and barely able to think. But I felt amazing. I felt like I had finally come back to myself. He took my hand and we slowly walked towards the staircase. The elevator opened and a man stepped out. He looked at us and grinned and I realized we must look like we felt. Well and thoroughly fucked. We grinned back and he held the elevator for us. “Going down?” he grinned. Mike laughed, “That’s my favorite dude,” he said and we walked into the elevator. The stranger turned back and looked at me with appreciative eyes as the elevator closed. I wondered if he had stood below us that night; and if he had heard our load moans and whimpers, and sounds of wet, slapping flesh. I wondered if he would investigate the balcony, and notice the wet signs of our fucking that we had left on the concrete floor. Thanking the heavens above for the gift of the elevator, as I doubt I would’ve made it down the six flights on my weak shaking legs, we stepped back out onto the quiet’ish street below. I resisted looking up to see if I could glimpse the strangers’ shadow six-stories above that I felt was looking down on us, all-knowing and all-seeing. “This way,” he said, and pulled me back towards the hotel. We ...
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