1. G's Story


    Date: 4/20/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gushkinbanda, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    loved doing it. And clearly the guy was enjoying it, as she could feel him moaning, and soon his cock started to swell and jerk. She knew where she wanted his cum and so did Sir. "Why'd you stop, little slut?" Deep breath. She could do this. "Because I want him to cum on my face, Sir." He smiled down at her, she felt it in his hand on her shoulder since she just kept staring at the guy's twitching cock. "You heard her, buddy. Go for it." The crowd erupted into a chant. "Cum! Cum! Cum!" The guy apparently felt not at all embarrassed as he stroked his cock furiously in her face until his warm, sticky cum sprayed out onto her. It hit her forehead, cheeks, chin, and got into her hair, it dripped down onto her tits spilling out of her top, and also onto her blouse. Some drunken guy pushed his way in front of her and started to undo his pants. "My turn. Open up, sweetie." Sir pushed him back, gently but firmly. "In your dreams, pal. She didn't ask to see yours. Besides, we don't have a magnifying glass... or a microscope." The crowd laughed loudly and taunted the drunk, pulling him back into the crowd. When they calmed a bit, Sir spoke again. "Well, I think she enjoyed that as much as he did. How'd you like to check?" He pointed to a women at the front of the crowd who was obviously enjoying the show. The woman instantly dropped down in front of her and shoved a hand between her legs. She was dripping wet and the woman told the crowd. Then, with lust in her eyes, the woman leaned ...
    forward and kissed her deeply as she worked a finger, then two, into her. The man's cum smeared their faces as they kissed, and the woman's fingers worked in and out of her fast and hard. Oh God, she was about to cum. She had to stop (Rule #1 – Your pleasure is Sir's and Sir's alone.). She pulled away from the woman and looked up at Sir. He knew instantly why. He helped the woman up. "I'll take that as a yes." Then he held up the woman's hand, glistening in her juices. "And that's definitely a yes about her enjoying it, too." Everyone laughed and cheered as she tried to calm herself down a little. He looked down at her with his hand on her shoulder. "Such a naughty girl. And what happens to naughty girls?" he asked the crowd. "They get spanked!" about half the crowd responded. "No, please Sir. Please don't spank me. I'll be good, I promise. I promise to be a good girl from now on. Please Sir, no spanking. Not here. Please!" She pleaded and begged the way she knew he wanted and the way he knew she wanted to. "Too late for that. You heard them. Up over the stool, naughty girl." He helped her up by the arm and laid her over the bar stool. Now her ass was definitely exposed. Not enough apparently though, because he lifted up the short skirt to expose it fully. "How many do you think? Five? Ten? Twenty?" The cheers got louder as the number went up. Thankfully, he stopped at twenty. She wasn't sure she could last that many and was sure, at this point, she'd cum if he gave her more. ...