1. A Bunny In The Garden


    Date: 5/23/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    feel even more uncomfortable. “I am not sure I can trust you with that. You seem to be one of these constantly horny, shameless girls who simply can’t control their urges. No, don’t try to deny it, I know your kind!” I slumped in my chair. Goodbye good job, hello comments about being a good-for-nothing layabout. “Unless…” I perked up. “Unless?” I echoed her when more wasn’t forthcoming. “Unless you let me take control of your urges.” She stepped back into my line of sight, a teasing grin on her lips. “Let you… But…” Before I could formulate a clear thought - lest of all a sensible response - she reached out and squeezed my pussy through the fabric. I could have pushed her away, but the situation was so surreal that the thought didn’t even cross my mind, and then her hand was pressing down on my heated slit and all the aroused feelings from earlier were back. It took all I had to not moan or gasp, but she sensed my inner turmoil despite that. A grin tugged up the corner of her mouth, and she started to squeeze rhythmically, her eyes boring into mine and reading every tiny twitch. Somehow, it turned into a battle of wills. She plainly and shamelessly masturbated me, and I tried to resist. I wasn’t attracted to her, as for one, she was a woman, and for two, she was almost thrice my age, but she had something else instead, something that wrapped around me like tight ropes - power. Power rolled from her as she studied me with an all-encompassing self-assurance, and her gaze felt ...
    as if it went all the way into the darkest corners of my mind. It was silly, but, for a moment, I was convinced that she could read every depraved little secret I carried inside me. I hadn’t realized that I had started to rock my hips to meet her squeezes. My pussy was dripping wet by now, feeling hot and swollen and full of need. My breath was going fast and hard, betraying my peak of arousal. “As I thought,” she commented. “A horny little slut with no self-control, that’s what you are.” She squeezed even harder, and when I moaned, “Please!” it wasn’t about photos at all. A strange kind of exchange seemed to be going on between us, one that didn’t really need words, and I felt myself slipping into a state of pure arousal. The blood started to rush in my ears and I moaned with every squeeze of my snatch. The ball of her hand pressed the pants’ button tab almost painfully onto my swollen clit, and I started to lose control. My thighs and hips started shaking like mad and my pussy pulsated with impending release. She pulled back her hand. I reached out with my own to finish what she had started, but she caught my wrists and shook her head. I whimpered with need. “No, not yet!” she admonished. “Do we have a deal?” It was crazy! I had no idea what exactly she had meant by taking control of my urges, but I knew that I desperately needed to come, and the only way to achieve that was to play her game. “Yes, Mrs. Greenberg,” I whispered. “Good.” She pulled me up from the chair, and I ...
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