1. Riley on her Pallet


    Date: 12/21/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: daddynala, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    her belly, the little silver pendant in her belly button catching in the crook of her thigh. Her toes curled into tight little grippers on her feet, sending cramps quivering up her calves and thighs. She came again, dropping her feet back onto the floor and shaking until the spasms stopped. She giggled and stretched her legs out. She yawned and rolled back onto her belly, felt the last of the release roll up her exposed ass cheeks and settle into the small of her back. Then her eyes popped open. Open door? How the hell did the door get… “ Oh my god!”, she screamed. “You little shits! If I catch you I’m gonna shove that camera up your asses, you pervaturds!” She reached for the blanket and sheets, pulled them up over her naked and exposed body just as laughter and giggles came floating back to her from outside the door and down the backyard walkway. Her boss’s oldest boy, Danny, and his buddy Frankie ran with a video camera off into the woods at the back of the house. Riley only caught a glimpse of jeans and a yellow shirt, but she knew it was them. She got up on her knees and ran to the screen door, pushing it out over the walkway until the aluminum hinges screamed and squealed. “Danny Plimpton if I see you showing that around a campfire I’ll fry ...
    your balls in butter, you fucker! God damn it!” She slammed the screen door closed and the tabby cat sitting on the ledge jumped off and ran, a low growl coming out of its throat. Riley let out a sigh and pursed her lips at the cat. “Alright Katherine, time to eat. I gotta go to work!” Goddamn boys! She smiled to herself a little, thinking of the show she’d just put on for that dumbass Danny and his little nose picker of a friend, Frankie Thomas. They weren’t too bad as little turds went. She knew they wouldn’t show it around, would just jerk off to it in the woods like monkeys throwing their own shit at each other. It made her a little wet between the legs again, thinking about how they watched her and recorded her and there was nothing she could do about it. And didn’t really want to do anything about it. For a second she thought about lying back down on her pallet and spreading her legs, maybe grabbing the big dildo she knew her mother kept in her bedside table in the other little bedroom down the hall, seeing if she could make herself cum again before the cat finished eating. Then she thought about her mother and Carl and what they probably did with that thing, and she shivered, wrinkled her face. She grabbed another cigarette and fed the cat.
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