1. Fencing


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: GenuineRedd, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    my cleavage. The cold against my hot skin, along with the excitement I’m feeling from your crazed look, makes my nipples hard. They push at the thin fabric of my t-shirt. I never wear a bra when we go out, even when we’re with friends. You say you like to know when I’m aroused. What you don’t realize is that I’m almost always aroused when we’re together, whether my tits show it or not. Us fucking is always on my mind. Maybe what you really like is for everyone to know when I’m aroused. You certainly have that exhibitionism thing going. I love it. We silently get out of the car, carefully closing the doors so no one hears us. The chain rattles excitingly between my tits as I follow you over to some bushes at the far side of the playground where it’s dark. It’s not very original, the bushes. We’ve fucked in random bushes many times. But it turns out that’s not what you have in mind. There’s a chain link fence just behind the bushes, part of which juts into the glare from the security lights of a soccer field beyond. You walk me into the lighted area, shove me up against the fence, facing it, and make me hook my hands into the metal. Then you climb over the fence and approach me from the other side. You hook your fingers onto mine, pinching the wire slightly into my skin. I moan a little in fear. This is starting to feel a little crazier than I’d hoped for. I think I hear something behind me and I start to turn to see what it is, but you reach through the fence, grab the choke ...
    chain, and yank me back around. You breathe into my face. “Glory hole.” Oh my God. I get immediately wet. My juice starts to run down my leg since I’m in a skirt and no panties. “Glory hole,” you repeat with a deep growl, staring angrily into my eyes. “Now.” I drop to a squatting position, grasping the fence at this lower position. You’re still holding the end of the choke chain from above, so my throat is slightly constricted. You unzip your pants, pull your partially hard cock out and push it through the wide fence links. I’m drooling by now. I see a drop of pre-cum on the end and taste it with the tip of my tongue. Your cock jumps a little. You pull harder on the choke chain. “NOW!” I open my mouth wide and take you in as far as I can with the fence and the bulk of your pants and zipper between us. My face is against the fence. Your cock just reaches the back of my throat. I feel that luscious gush of saliva fill my mouth. Some women strive to rid themselves of the gag reflex so that they can take a dick in deep without coughing or drooling (or whatever other reason they have). I don’t understand that. I love my gag reflex. I love that my mouth and throat produce that wondrous amount of fluid--so much that it drips down my chin and drenches your pubic hair when you fuck my mouth hard. I love the gagging sound, the wet squelching, even the coughing when you reach that deep point. I don’t want to feel like I’ve gotten used to this by overcoming my gagging. I want it to feel ...
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