1. A funny thing happened.. pt 3


    Date: 8/26/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Extreme, Spanking, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

    her body as well as her mouth. Every move you make sends your lover a message. So, when you took off your things, you were saying: 'I'm excited, but I'm inexperienced, and a little scared; please be gentle with me.' Guys love that," I leaned in closer and nipped the bottom of Pseudolus' ear. He jumped a little, and I whispered: "Don't they, Handsome?" Our slave held very still. I'd bitten his ear again, and still had the lobe trapped gently between my front teeth. He sighed: "Yeah." But whether he was answering my question or responding to my teasing, I didn't know. And frankly, I didn't care. I liked making him sigh. Philia gave me a sweet smile, which then turned mischievous: "I understand, Gymnasia. So...um...what did Vibrata just say?" "Oh...I don't know," I straightened up reluctantly, and turned to Vibrata. "Were you going for 'Fuck me before I hurt you.' or 'Somebody get me three gladiators and a bucket of lube!'?" Pseudolus chimed in, unexpectedly: "I think it was more like 'Tame me if you dare.'" Vibrata gave our slave a long, speculative look. Then she smiled: "Nice translation, Slave." Then: "So how about it, Gymnasia? We're all naked. Why don't you talk to the man?" 14. I love Liz, but she can be a real bitch sometimes. She'd just done maybe the hottest striptease ever, and now she was daring me: put up or shut up. I got the message loud and clear. "If you don't get your hot little ass in gear..." Not that I thought she'd move on Sim herself, although if all ...
    this playing and touching and teasing had gotten her half as hot and bothered as I was... For a moment I was at a loss. How do you follow...that? Then: "Pseudolus," I purred, "come sit with me on the couch." A striptease is a tease, right? The stripper has all the power; she (or he) gets to decide how much to show, what to take off when, like that. My slave tucked his naked body into one corner of the couch, his right leg resting against the rear cushions, his left on the floor, and his semi-erect cock bobbing gently, as if pointing out a comfy spot opposite it. I sat in the other corner, all long legs and lingerie. I looked him in the eye and smiled. He returned the gaze and the smile. Then I dropped my eyes to his cock, brought them back up to meet his, puckered my lips, blew a silent kiss. No words; just body language. His eyes opened slightly. I stole another quick glance at his dick, saw it twitch, looked up again and smiled. I cocked an eyebrow, then ran a lazy finger down my shoulder and across my chest. I watched his eyes follow the finger, saw them rise again to check in with mine. I cocked the eyebrow again, brought a finger down to the little red bow covering the clip holding up my stocking, then allowed my hand to caress the roughness of the fishnets on my thigh and knee. A quick check: again his eyes followed my finger's lead. Last time: eyes on, cocked eyebrow, follow the finger, down my body, between my legs, tap, tap, tap: the damp little triangle of sheer black ...
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