1. The Coldest Night of the Year Ch. 02


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    that skirt for me, or for whoever she was meeting here? Without saying a word to me, Clara got out of the car. A couple of minutes later I saw that she had given me a 20% tip and a five star rating. Then I received three text messages in quick succession, from a number I didn't recognize: &#034Never mention this to me&#034 &#034Never call this number&#034 &#034Today is not the first time I've done that in an Uber&#034 I was reeling. I drove around the neighborhood, looking for a place to cool off, to understand what had just happened and what those messages meant. I drove to the top of a nearly-empty parking structure. I took a deep breath, and realized I was fooling myself about my intentions. I wasn't processing anything. I unzipped my jeans, pulled out my cock. It only took a couple of strokes before I creamed all over myself. It hadn't taken long for me to fall from zen sex monk to public pervert. My phone buzzed again. Another text: &#034I know what you did.&#034 *** I was home before Clara. I needed to change my clothes, and I wanted to be there when she got home. But I immediately realized that I'd made a mistake. I found myself rattling around the house for a couple of hours before she got home. I would have been calmer if I'd been driving. I couldn't figure out how Clara was monitoring me. How did she catch me before I even started jacking off in that bathroom? How did she know she could summon my car today in front of her office? How could she know when I'd ...
    come? Trackers? Hidden microphones? ... Really? How closely was she monitoring me? I was scared, but I was also getting hard thinking about her watching me. Were there cameras in our house? Clara didn't get home until 9:30. She still looked amazing in that suit. I ached to embrace her, push her against the wall, and kiss her hard on the mouth. One look told me that would not have been well-received. She was angry. I decided to throw myself on her mercy. &#034I'm sorry,&#034 I said. &#034What?&#034 &#034I'm sorry. I came without your permission.&#034 &#034I know,&#034 she said &#034But...&#034 I knew better than to tell her that I'd was turned on by her display in my car. I had to treat that as if it never happened. &#034Please forgive me. I've been pure for weeks.&#034 &#034I know. I appreciated your self-control. But I have a problem. I'm very horny tonight, and I've been thinking for hours about sitting on your cock.&#034 I didn't say a word. But I bit my lips and raised my eyebrows suggestively. Please? I thought. Do us both a favor. &#034Now you've gone and spoiled the evening with your selfishness. I can't fuck you. I can't even look at you right now.&#034 &#034I'm sorry.&#034 &#034Come with me into the bedroom. We're going to deal with this.&#034 Clara sat on on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. &#034On your knees,&#034 she said. I knelt immediately. I loved the way she looked from this angle. &#034Did you enjoy jerking off?&#034 I didn't know how to answer her ...
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