Wearing a sexy little black number I headed out. Feeling sexy, my panties were wet before I hit the door. It was going to be a great day. I was on the hunt for a new office. The photographer was meeting me at the high rise. The potential office is high above the city with walls of glass. He was going to snap some photos for new business cards. I hadn’t met him yet but his voice was rich and deep and the sound of it conjured up images of a hot and well endowed male specimen. Keys in hand I unlocked the door and entered the room. The previous tenet had left a telescope by the window, it was the only thing in the room. Walking over to it I peered through the lens and to my surprise it was facing a window in an adjacent building. There was a couple fucking like there was no tomorrow. In the middle of the day. I couldn’t help caressing my hardening nipples and soon my other hand found my wet pussy. Zooming in I saw that his cock was massive and the juice from her pussy was dripping like an open faucet. He was pounding her hard and fast with no signs of slowing. I didn’t even hear the photographer walk in and start snapping pictures I was so engrossed in watching the couple. When I finally realized there was someone in the office with me I turned around to find him taking pictures and jerking his cock openly. And what a glorious cock it was. I walked over to him with out saying a word and took his dick into my mouth. Licking and sucking it with one thing in mind and that was to have it fill my wet pussy. It didn’t take him long to push me towards the window where I was just standing, turn me around and pull my wet panties aside before entering me. When his load was finally spent inside me we finished the photo shoot. I went straight to the business office for the building and signed the lease. And the picture I choose for my new business cards is fantastic. What do you think?
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Polo, And Other Sports Of Gentleman
And he is off again, leaving me alone. I sometimes wonder if he knows how much I desire him or need him. Does he know I where his shirt so I can smell him when he is not around or that I hold his pillow at night or that no toy could ever satisfy the ache in pussy that his absence creates.
He will not be gone long but I don’t get to welcome him home in my normal fashion this time, No, instead there is a Polo match for charity that he will be participating in and I will go and watch him play. Watch him as he commands the magnificent best to twist and turn at his command, just like he does with me.
The event is only a few hours but this tight little sundress is already damp from the heat. I see you with all your charm as everyone rushes up to you, congratulating you on the winning goal. You wink at me from the crowd as they lead your thoroughbred away and you start to make your way towards me.
That kiss, the first one after being apart from you, is so intense. You never fail to make my knees go weak and if it were not for your strong arm around my waste, my body would be a pile at your feet!
But there is an after party that we must attend and before you turn to take your shower, your hand finds its way to my garter and unsnaps the catch on my stocking.With that huge grin, you walk away with my garter undone and my thigh highs held up only by lace.
There is no way I can get through an after party! I follow you through the stable and pretend to stumble in my stilettos. You, always the hero turn and catch me before I hit the ground.
You are angry at me for following you to such an off limits place but I can not go another minute with out you. I look up at you from my knees as you stroke the hair from my face and unzip your riding pants.
That gorgeous cock lashes out in front of me and in less than a second I have taken the entire thing in my mouth! I can’t wait to feel your warm cream filling up my mouth, running down my throat!
People are coming up to us, starting to explain how this is inappropriate, but with one finger held up, they heed your power and keep walking.
After you have filled my mouth with your sweet sauce, you grab me by the arms and pull me up and with an angry tone, you ask me if I have had enough or do you need to fuck me like a whore in front of all these people so that I can behave like a lady?
I hate that I have angered you but I need to feel you. I don’t care if you fuck me out of anger or make love to me with passion, as long as I can feel you! So yes! If that’s what we need to do! Fuck me like a whore in front of all these people!
I am crying and my mascara is running. You take me into the stable and tear my dress wide open! You spend barely a minute sucking my tits before turning my tender soft skin against the splintered timbers and slamming your cock in my wet little pussy! With each thrust more powerful than the last, my body lifts of the ground, driving large wooden slivers into my tits and hips!
Your power was overwhelming and I screamed while sticky sweet juices splattered every inch of the stable!
When we were done, it was dark and the stable was quiet. You carried my exhausted wore out body to the shower and gently cleansed all of my wounds as you had me sip champagne and nibble cheese.
Within a half hour, we were both dressed to the height of fashion and ready to be social.
People whispered and pointed as we entered the party but you held my arm as if I were a princess. They could never understand what we have, our intensity, our passion!
Tease and Denial Phone Sex Make You Drip
I consider myself to be fairly generous to some of the older guys that I randomly run into in public. I feel like because they get a peek it should last them years. I mean come on, if a shaved wet pussy peeked out from under a skirt when you looked its way it would not be something you were willing to forget easily. I was testing out this adorable chair in the back corner of one of those interior decorating places. The chair was tucked away in a corner somewhere and had since been forgotten about. Then I noticed Mr. Grey Fox staring at me from a reflection in a mirror. I pretended like I did not see him. I decided there was going to be a little bit of tease and denial phone sex fun going on here. I sat back in the chair and began to rub my tits just a little bit. Once I realized his eyes were on me and stuck there I lifted it showing off my perky tits. I pulled up my sexy legs and began to rub my clit over my panties. Pulling them to the side I inserted my fingers in me. His eyes were wind on me. He adjusted the waist band on his pants some. I slowly slipped my panties down my legs and continued to play with myself. He took a step forward to have him wife stand between us facing him. He jolted back into reality. She turned around to catch a glimpse of what he was staring at but I had darted down behind a dresser already. I covered my mouth so that I would not laugh too hard and giggled through my fingers. After they left I put myself back together and went to leave. The nerdy guy behind the counter told me to come again with his voice cracking. I knew he got a peek at my sweet pussy. I flipped my hair and gave him a tiny wave with the tips of my fingers. Silly boy.
Sexy Women Masturbating in Public
It was cold this winter, and we got plenty of snow and ice. Recently, it’s been getting warmer, which has been nice. And we’ve also had a lot of days going back and forth between freezing cold and blustery one day, then warming the next! I had a lot of fun on one springy day this past Saturday.
Thursday and Friday, we got hit with a ton of snow. Friday during the day, some of Thursday night’s snow began melting a little bit and forming ice, which then froze again on Friday night. Then Saturday came, with slightly warmer weather, but with all of the snow melting and all of the melt running off of the rooftops turning into icicles over the course of the cool but windless day. Still, it felt warm outside, so I was out there, enjoying the day on my porch.
I was in a skirt, enjoying the breeze, and I began watching the icicles as they were dripping and forming and dripping some more. I looked at how long they were, how wet, and how… rod-like. How straight. How phallic. I wondered how one would feel between my pussy lips. The more I wondered, the more I wanted to know, and the hotter and wetter I got.
First, I just started by shifting about and rubbing myself as I sat on the porch, through the skirt, but that was unsatisfying. Before long, I’d reached my hand up under my skirt and had pushed my little thong aside, probing my fingers into my hot pussy, aching to feel the touch of something. But it wasn’t my fingers I wanted. It was the feel of that hard, cold shaft of ice that was dripping before my eyes.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer, and I got up, grasped the thickest icicle I saw hanging from my porch roof, and reclined back down into my chair. I hiked up my skirt and slipped that rigid, rippled, slippery rod into my aching wet opening. The first kiss of ice against the heat of my flesh sent a tremendous shiver throughout me, but soon, all I was doing was shoving it in further and further.
The icicle was melting as I was fucking myself with it, but it didn’t matter – I was hot and horny and furious with the fucking, and I pounded that piece of ice into my pussy. I came, gushing out ice water and pussy juice all over my skirt and my chair and my porch floor, where I knew it would just end up freezing in the cold weather. The icicle was nothing more than a nub, and I just left it inside me to melt completely. Definitely, a fun way to pass a mid-morning on a cool spring day.