1. Dirty Little Secrets 3: Inviting Him In


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    stroking, squeezing, pushing them up against each other, rubbing the nipples and then pinching them, my fingers sliding off instantly. “You wicked man,” I tease, smiling at the camera. “Sitting there wanking, while I play with myself.” I’m only too well aware that my words are aimed more at Mark than at John, however much I stare into the camera. “Sitting there, tugging on your delicious cock. You know how much I want that cock, don’t you?” I daren’t look at Mark, but he’s in my line of vision, so I can see him even if I’m not focusing on him. Or rather, I can see him working his hard cock as he watches me. I can’t believe I enjoy being a stranger’s wank object to much. Because he is still a stranger to me in most respects, and what am I to him but a lusty woman for him to satisfy himself watching? Aroused still more by the thought, I lean forwards and turn the speed up a little more. I’m not expecting to squeal, but I do, involuntarily as my arousal increases to fever pitch. I grab the dildo and place it between my breasts, holding it in place by pushing my mounds together. “Is this where you want to put your cock?” I ask, staring hard at the camera. “Because it’s where I want it. Right between my big knockers.” (I love how deliciously dirty the word ‘knockers’ sounds, but I have to be exceptionally horny to use it.) I squeeze my breasts hard, all the while keeping the dildo in place between my breasts. The sybian is doing its work, heavy vibrations forcing my body onwards ...
    and upwards, towards the inevitable crescendo. I moan and gasp, finally managing to breathe, “Much as I like having your big cock between my knockers, I’m sure there’s somewhere else you’d like to put it, isn’t there?” I desperately want to look at Mark, but I know I mustn’t. I’m sure I must look very strange, staring at the laptop as if my life depended on it, scared stiff I’ll give myself away. “Go on then,” I moan. “Feed me your big cock!” With the dildo between my lips, I turn the sybian up a little more. I know instantly that it won’t take long before the machine forces me to climax. The vibrations are shooting through me. “Mmmmmmm!” I hum. “Mmmmmmm!” I start fondling my breasts again, staring hard at the camera, not at Mark, though in my own head I can hear my voice inviting him to replace the dildo with his delicious looking cock. It’s just as well my mouth is full, or I’d be staring at him and begging for him to let me suck his cock. Gosh! If I wasn’t so hot from my own arousal, I’d be blushing. Is that really what I want? The question goes unanswered as I experience a presentiment of careering climax. I squeeze my breasts hard, grinding down on the sybian, moaning loudly with a mouthful of dildo. My body tenses; all of my sensitive parts feel bloated. The dildo falls from my mouth as I open wide to wail, my body shaking. “Yes!” I scream, squeezing my breasts hard, my body shaking and swaying. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh, I’m cumming!” My eyes close as I let that ...