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Eating Breakfast In Glass Slippers

Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

kisses my neck, biting. Nibbling my earlobe while he plunges deep inside me, harder faster. Everything he lacks in technique he makes up for in enthusiasm - almost the polar opposite of my... ex. Ex. Wow, this would be a terrible time to start crying. Okay... it feels good. I am enjoying myself. Focus on the pleasure, almost painful. Powerful, and oh yeah, induced. Whatever. I'll take it. It feels amazing, actually, and the pain turns so easily to pleasure for me. Help me, come on. “Are you close?” He groans, I can tell resisting, but says “Yes.” “Mmmm... Good. Fuck me until you cum!” It doesn't take long before he widens his stance a bit and takes hold of my hips, thrusting hard upward. Just naturally I play with myself as he does it, and I'm so close. As he fills the condom I start to constrict and squirm again, biting my lip breathing hard. He obviously needs a moment to sit, which I allow him without any words. I clean up a bit at the sink and and just head for the door , leaving him behind to recover. Never even caught his name. I laugh quietly at that. I turn around the corner into an exhibit I don't know. There's what appear to be manuscripts, or designs? Drawings and... all kinds of interesting stuff. This is curious. Worth examining... It's in... not latin. I have no idea what I'm looking at. Oh damn. Yes I do. Kind of, anyway. What is happening out here? Matt. Where is Matt? There is a man, standing on a table, with two women at his feet, one stroking his naked ... body, the other giving an impassioned blowjob. He has an incredible ass. A silent crowd has formed; mostly women. Matthew is nowhere to be seen. Not knowing what else to do, I text Ursula 'Get down here'. “We're right behind you,” Jasmine says, from about ten feet. They can see me, but not the scene in front of me, “What's up?” “See for yourself,” “Oh my God, that's Matt!” the words escape from Jasmine's lips almost instantly, at which Ursula and I look both puzzled and skeptical, “The ankle. Check the scar.” “Holy-” Ursula turns around, her hand covering her mouth in hilarity and surprise, but she turns around again, momentarily. I say nothing, just watching as he holds her head, sliding his cock down her throat and moaning almost in song. Matthew. My Matty, with them! Utter beauties, blonde and brunette, like sculptures that belonged two floors up. They switch, and the brunette slides all the way down his rod, he holds her there, running his fingers through her hair and she moans, touching herself. Matthew summons a deep bellow of pleasure as he grows close, and cums. Ejaculating several times, I imagine him filling her mouth with sticky, hot jizz. Calling for more, the girls start sharing it, for show perhaps. About then, two officers burst into the room from the stairwell and I thank God that neither one is my father. They seem as shocked to walk in on this as Ursula and I were to realize it was our Matt up there. The girls share his load for the benefit of the audience. One ...