1. Her Buring Desire


    Date: 11/13/2014, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Interracial Sex, Author: gizmobbcguy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    usually isn't very long at all. We stare at each other, him growing increasingly unsettled and me becoming subtly aware of my own authority, feminine and sexual. A loud honk from the car behind us f***es Mr. Thompson to return his attention to the road and the fresh green light. I take a deep breath before responding, just as we are about to turn onto my street. "I notice you changed your shirt after taking that phone call." I watch him bristle at this vocalized observation. "Tell me, do cum stains wash out easily or will you have to toss the shirt?" His eyes go wider than I've ever seen them as his lips purse into a thin line. He is speechless. "Oh, this one is me," I gesture to the house we just passed. He brakes suddenly and we lurch forward. Still dumbstruck, he turns toward me, a look of mortification coloring his gorgeous features. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," I say, staring into those blue, petrified orbs. As I unbuckle my seatbelt, an idea occurs to me. With my eyes firmly fixed on his and my legs slightly spread, I slowly raise my skirt above my cunt. His gaze lowers and he watches me, unmoving, swallowing hard. I take hold of the waistband of my knickers and, raising my ass off of the seat a ...
    little bit, slide them down my thighs, over my stockings, and off of my feet. He keeps his eyes trained on my cunt, still moist and glistening. I lift my underwear up off the floor with one finger, dangling them at eye-level for a few seconds before dropping them into his lap which, if my eyes do not deceive me, is now sporting a hint of that marvelously familiar bulge. He glances down at the small bundle of cloth, drenched in all the right places, and then back at me, conflicted. "See you in class, Mr. Thompson." His mouth parts as if he is going to respond but emits no sound. I d**** my skirt back over my upper thighs and exit the vehicle, leaving him stupefied and aroused. As I round the car and begin to backtrack down the street toward my house, the cool air kissing my exposed cunt, I can't help but notice small, subtle hints of my new found confidence. My stride is longer, my hips more prone to swaying, my shoulders naturally held back and my posture straight and extended. Is this a taste of what it feels like to be a full-fledged, sexually assertive woman? If so, I can only imagine the transformation that awaits me once I actually have sex. Perhaps I can ask Mr. Thompson for a private tutoring session...
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