1. A funny thing happened.. pt 3


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

    fabric over my newly bare pussy. Our eyes met once again; message received and understood: no tease here, Handsome. What will I take off and when? It's all up to you. Sim held my eyes for what seemed like a long time. Finally he chuckled. I glared at him. He laughed out loud, that quick, sharp bark I'd heard the night of Wyatt's party. I was about to lean forward to strangle him when he locked eyes with mine again. His eyebrows arched, as if to say 'ready?' I winked: 'ready, if you're done yukking it up!' Then I watched his eyes. For a long second, his eyes lingered on my lips, and his breathing deepened. I figured I knew what that meant. Then he seemed to follow the curve of my throat; his gaze felt like a caress, and now it was my turn to pant a little. Down across my breasts—I expected him to stop there, but he didn't. His eyes teased my belly, lingered for a second around my belly button, concealed by my cami, and then dropped to rest squarely on the sheer triangle of my thong. I saw his tongue peak out to moisten his lower lip, and I hoped I knew what that meant. Thinking about it had me dripping. His eyes stayed locked on my pussy for a moment, as if to emphasize his choice. Then up they came to meet mine, and up went the eyebrows: 'That first, please?' The joke was on me apparently, because suddenly I was the one on fire with want! All the teasing, the role-playing, the seduction, all that had been designed to put Sim at ease, allay his fears, get him in the mood. And ...
    it had worked! The boldness of his choice proved it. He wanted me...available for when—and now he knew it would be 'when'—we couldn't take any more teasing. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but I was still Gymnasia, Wonder Slut, hottest whore in the brothel, for whom the unbridled lust of regiments was no more than her due. I gave my slave my most seductive smile, stood, turned my back to him, stuck my behind in the air, and lowered my thong slowly down my fishnet-ed forever legs. I gave my ass a saucy little wiggle, then straightened up, and turned back around, watching with delight as my slave drank in the sight of my newly bald pussy. He stared like a man dying of thirst in the desert might stare at an oasis, and I sat back down on the couch a foot closer to him than I had been. At last he brought his eyes back up to mine, and they were smiling, and he was smiling, and I was smiling, no longer the calculating smile of a seductress, but the goofy smile of a woman who might just be falling in love. bit.ly/HoTS3x boobs! 15. I raised my eyebrows again. I wanted him to ask for the rest of it. Sim was still smiling, couldn't seem to stop, so he took a shortcut. He whispered: "Please leave the stockings?" I pouted, pretending to be disappointed that he didn't want to play any more, and I was rewarded with another catch in his breath, as he took in my protruding lower lip. Then I stood—facing him this time—bent down to unclip my garters and pulled the camisole over my ...
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