1. Girls, Please Help


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: allfours, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    well. My head was pounding as I tried to stop myself from mentioning big cocks, but Tony artfully steered the conversation round to it without my help. We were talking about the flat I was living in and how I missed the space of a house. Out of the blue, Tony said something like 'So it's true what they say, size does matter?' I laughed when he said it, but I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering to his crotch. He must of been watching me because when I looked back to his face, I found him grinning like he'd discovered a naughty girl with no knickers on. My face went bright red as I realised he'd clocked what I was doing, and I tried to change the subject, but he wouldn't let it drop. "So, do you think it's true? That size matters?" he asked, looking me directly in the eyes. His tone had changed slightly, his voice more serious and his whole manner was more intense. Flustered, I managed to stammer out some banal reply, which made him smile and move just a little closer to me. I felt my face flush with embarrassment and desire, and I found I couldn't look him in the eyes. "Because I've found that most girls actually think it is. And I speak from experience, Diane. Do you know how I can speak from experience? I think you know. I've seen the way you look at me, and particularly at my crotch. Well, what have you heard?" I didn't know what to say, I was so flustered. Like a rabbit in car headlights, I was frozen, unable to move or think. I just sat there as he moved closer so his ...
    face was next to mine. Softly, he whispered in my ear, "Whatever it is you've heard, I can guarantee that it's probably true. Would you like to see for yourself?" I could feel my face flush as instinctively my eyes made a bee line for his crotch. I gasped as I saw something move in his trousers. Something big, straining against the material. Slowly, the outline of his prick was visible as it struggled to become erect in the tight confines of his pants. Tony watched me, gauging my reactions, and I guess he knew he had me hooked. Yes, I wanted to see it, I wanted to touch it and smell and taste it. I wanted it to make me come and come until I was satisfied. I couldn't speak, but just looked up at him with a pleading expression on my face. Now he knew he had the upper hand. "Well?" he asked. "Yes," I said quietly, ashamed and aroused at the same time. "Okay. But not here. Meet me after work, and then we'll find somewhere where I can show you in private." I nodded, and he turned and left me alone. I sat in a daze for a few minutes before realising that my knickers were wet through, leaving a very clear damp patch on the chair. I got up and went to the ladies toilet. In the cubicle, I took them off and was amazed at how drenched they were, and they reeked of my juices. As I dried myself, I found my vulva to be hyper-sensitive, and soon I turned drying into getting myself wet again as I brought myself to a quick and shuddering climax. I struggled to stop myself from making any noise ...
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