Tabbitha fantasy Pt 2
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Posted:Apr 21, 2015 2:07 pm
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2015 7:12 pm
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Yes, I'm a sub. but I have my sadistic moments too "wink"
I'm going to have sit in a meeting with my dickhead boss smelling like sex. I didn't take a shower after the fuck filled commute yesterday. I love it that the stranger's cum is still up inside me.
I go into my meeting to take notes & Mr. Wiseman is sitting there trying to peek up my skirt. I have to keep my panties on to keep that guys cum from running down my thighs. “Mr. Wiseman, what are you staring at?” I demand. He nervously clears his throat & his face turns red from embarrassment. “Once again you're trying to see what's under my skirt, you're such a pervert. Drop your pants & bend over the desk”
He shuffles around the desk & presents his ass. “How many times have I told you, no looking at my pussy without permission”, as I slap his milky white cheeks red with his desk name plate a dozen times. His pathetic penis is trying to get hard.
“Look at your prick trying to rise, you really think something that small can satisfy me? Where's that raise you promised me? And my company credit card? You're really slacking off on your duties Wiseman. For that you will pay.”
Reaching in the desk drawer I pull out binder clips. Grabbing his saggy balls & place three on each sack, two along the under side of his scrotum. Then I put one on each nipple. He welps in pain. I remove a bamboo cane discretely hidden in a floral display & bring it across the front of his thighs. And again four more times.
“You little bitch, you can't even do as you're told. I'm not done with you yet.” I grab one of the plastic chop sticks left from lunch. His dick tip is oozing precum. I take the end of the chop stick & start to work it in his urethra. He wiggles & grimaces under the the sensation. “Aww look, we got just under half of it in there. If you were hung the way a man should be hung you could take more”, I laugh, loving his uncomfortable situation.
Going over to the shelf I grab a polished marble statue. It's an abstract of a person a foot tall & a 3 inch diameter. It looks perversely phallic. It's become his favorite toy. I sit it on the chair & he knows exactly what to do. He reaches back & parts his cheeks revealing his stretched out hole. “Now before you sit your faggoty ass on that, you know what you're duty is. I have a special treat for you. My snatch is full of cum from some guy & it's been in there since yesterday morning. You're getting day old spunk out of my cunt. You better not miss a drop.” With that I straddle over his face, parting my vaginal lips & covering his mouth & nose. I love it when he can't breathe & his nose tickles my clit. He furiously darts his tongue in & out of my pussy, using is like a scoop to get all that juice. The previous days sperm is kind of congealed. But he hungrily eats it, knowing better than to miss any.
Wiseman bounces like a bitch in heat on that statue, burying his face deeper into my pussy. I reach down & work the chop stick in & out of his dick, fucking the hole. He moans loudly in my cunt & the vibration makes me gush, he laps up every bit of my cum juices.
“What a good boy you were today” as I get off his face. “Now lick your toy clean, but first write me out a check. I feel like taking that of a wife of yours shopping & I'm taking the rest of the day off, take your own notes”
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Tabbitha fantasy Pt 1
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Posted:Apr 4, 2015 11:48 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2015 11:31 pm
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I'm a 22 yr old secretary who can't seem to get enough sex. Especially since my boyfriend broke up with me. Today the subway going into work was jammed packed. Stopping intermittently. It was during one of these stops that I felt a hand resting on my ass. Fingers were pressing against my skirt on my ass. I knew I should do something to stop him, but figured it was harmless, & after not having sex for over 2 weeks. I was so horny.
I pushed my ass a little back into his hand, almost consenting to his actions. The stranger squeezed my firm ass cheek. He moved his hand over my skirt, edging the outline of my panties & the straps of my garter belt. My cunt was getting hot & moist.
His hand drifted lower as the train pulled into a station. He followed my garter strap down to the tops of my stockings. He squeezed my leg. The train pulled out of the station. I felt the back of my skirt rising as he lifted it up. I wondered how far he thought he could go feeling me up on a crowded subway. I felt the cream dripping from my snatch as he reached under my skirt. His fingers were pressing into my skin, resting firmly on my panties.
While he was rubbing, squeezing & probing my ass through my panties, he grabbed my hand & pressed it to his hard cock through his pants. He moved my hand up & down over his prick.
Here I am acting like such a slut getting felt up by some guy I don't know standing behind me on the subway & giving him a hand job. Just the thought of the nasty deed made me cum.
He slipped a hand under my sweater & began fondling my 38C breasts. His other hand dipped into the crack of my ass & fingered my asshole. He was pinching my big nipples & finger fucking my ass. I pushed back into him wanting it all. I reached to his fly & pulled his zipper down, grabbing inside to find he was free balling. I ran my nails teasingly along his bare cock & could tell he's a thick 8 ½ inches. By now he was pinching my nipples hard & had moved to rubbing my swollen clit.
Pulling my soaked panties to the side he slid his rock hard dick into my more than eager pussy. He thrust urgently into my hole. He fucked my cunt deep & hard until he milked his prick of every drop of cream & my own cum was running down his balls.
He pulled out of me & zipped up his jeans. I could feel our juices marinating in a puddle in my panties as the train came to a stop. My unknown molester got off the train. I never did see him.
I masturbated in the bathroom at work 6 times today thinking of my stranger encounter. Hopefully I run into him again.
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