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Birthday treat!
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It might seem strange, but walking in stockings always turns me on, especially if I'm in high heels - I'm not sure if its the sensual rasp of the nylon, or the way my legs and hips feel swung by elastic, or simply the knowledge that the guys checking me out would universally get hard if they glimpsed my stocking-tops.
Anyway, I had made this point to a male friend-with-benefits (I'll call M) some months back which must have stuck with him.
It was his birthday today, and, as I'd asked him some time ago what he'd like from me, he asked to meet with me in my lunch break in the botanic gardens for a little thrill. Last week he gave me a box 'to be opened this morning' and the instruction I was to wear smart but high heels and black stockings and suspenders, under my business suit.
When I opened the little box, during my morning break, it contained a little buttplug, some lube, and a map with an x on it - WEAR IT NOW, MEET ME AT 12:15.
I did, which was very distracting for the rest of my morning meeting. My performance was below par.
I had to walk very quickly to get to the meeting place in time, which had it's previously described effect, multiplied many times over by my expectations.
Point X was off the track, by a lot of dense bushes. M was waiting with a big smile, turned me round, lifted my skirt, and gently sliding out the plug, told be he was hard as a rock. I made the mistake of telling him it was his birthday, so he shouldn't restrain himself.
What is it about assfucking? I mean, I like girls enough to appreciate a rounded ass. When it's done right it is incredibly intense, and it's tight, and kinky, and slutty and all, but good grief he was like a steel bar! I've been pounded to within an inch of my life! I thought he was going to put me through a tree! Seriously, tomorrow there may be significant discomfort!. Not that that's a complaint - I literally asked for it, and I got it hard, deep and vigorous and very nearly in public. Risk is a turn on too. Just before he came he told me that women bend at the knees, but sluts bend at the waist, and I was the dirtiest slut he knew. I shoved back hard and came like a steam train, which set him off too, after which I got a kiss on the neck, the buttplug stuck back in, and a slap on my ass to send me on my way.
Let me tell you, I can't even remember the meeting I attended this afternoon, and I've been mastubating over this since I got home.
Well, do sluts always bend at the waist?
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Posted on : Mar 2, 2011
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