1. A weekend break to Amsterdam


    Date: 3/17/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    glistening in the bright sunlight coming through the windows. My thumb was rubbing my clit in small circular motions sending delightful sensations running through my body, causing my silken tunnel muscles to contract around the invading fingers. With all this visual and physical stimulation, I was close to the abyss, and instead of screaming the house down like I usually do when I'm about to cum, I managed to keep my voice down to a low growl when I opened my mouth. Talk about self control. “Katja, if you keep on going… my husband is going to shoot his load right down your throat!” She didn’t flinch, she didn't slow down, she didn’t even blink, but just kept sucking and tugging at Paul’s manhood as if her life depended on it. Without stopping her powerful wrist movements, she momentarily released his cock from her lips and smiled wickedly at me. “No problem, Madam, That’s what I’m here for,” she replied a little breathlessly, “and it’s not the first time I’ve had to clean up a passengers mess.” I had to smile at her sexy insinuation and wondered why that didn't surprise me. Again Paul’s erection disappeared down her throat and it was all he could do not to grab hold of her head and start face fucking her, he was that close to cumming. Yet, with monstrous restraint, he remained seated and let Katja do her thing. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was pretty close to orgasm myself, I would have laughed at his effort, but I was so busy working myself into a frenzy, that I was ...
    past the point of caring anymore and just wanted that sweet oblivion. Suddenly, Paul gripped the armrests and tensed his muscular body even more. His hips started bucking and he (through tightly gritted teeth) began calling for God, Jesus and his virgin mum, Mary, before announcing the obvious. I love watching him ejaculate, seeing the titanic struggle he has with himself, making facial contortions that could be interpreted as pain or pleasure. Today as he tried to contain the uncontrollable force surging through his body, I knew he was torn by the battle he was having between guilt and ecstasy. He would be feeling guilty for wanting to unload his balls in Katja's mouth instead of mine, but he couldn't deny himself the mind blowing rush he was getting for exactly the same reason. Katja started making loud, hurried gulping sounds as Paul's hips convulsed violently and the first salvo began to fill her mouth. Seeing the creamy white fluid escaping past her tightly clamped lips sent me wonderfully over the precipice. My pussy contracted around my fingers and my legs were shaking involuntary as a powerful orgasm rocked my body. Consequences be damned, I had to let out a cry, and although it was very short and cut off almost immediately, it seemed to reverberate through the whole first class section. However, by then I'd honestly stopped caring if we'd been seen and could only think about getting some of hubby's cream. Although she succeeded in swallowing most of Paul’s initial ...
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