Shankara20
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Sexy. Love the eye contact.
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Sexy. Love the eye contact.
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Sexy. Love the eye contact.

We were at a kink party with no intention to play. Just wanted to socialize, be voyeurs, hang out. It was summer. I bring this up because I had on a dress and oddly, was wearing panties because he had asked me to put on a pretty pair. The "usual" dress rule was no panties.
We were witting on the floor, watching a woman get caned. She was naked, sitting in a chair, legs spread, hands bound behind the chair, blindfolded. The welts were rising, red thin stripes along her inner thighs, breasts, tummy. To our left was a woman on a massage table with a tens unit on her nipples and labia as she was being fisted. Behind us was a man on a St. Andrew's cross being flogged.
I was sitting in between my guy's legs, my back leaning against his front. His arms around me, his hands holding my wrists. He whispered in my ear, "stand up." I whined a little because I was comfy, I was enjoying the scenery. His hands grabbed my wrists tighter. "Stand up," he growled.
I got up, looked down at him. "Turn around," he said with a big smile. Ummmm... "Turn around." He always says this stuff quietly, which makes me instantly wet. Plus, other people playing... it's good to stay quiet.
As I turned around, I scanned the room - no one was really interested in what we were doing - everyone was busy watching all the fun stuff going on around us. I felt his hands slide up my calves, the back of my thighs, to the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down mid-thigh and put his hand between my legs, lightly grazing my pussy.
"Lift up your dress." Almost a whisper. He pinched the inside of my thigh because I wasn't quick enough.
I realized people started watching us, glancing over. He was still on the floor, kneeling, I could sense his face was closet to my butt and then knew it for sure when he bit me. I squealed - a few people laughed quietly. "Shhhhh - be quiet" he said and bit me again. I hate being bit. His hands were on my hips, keeping me from squirming as he bit down again.
He sat back down, told me to come back to him. I started to pull up my panties and he said no - no, slide them down to your ankles but keep them on. I had to bend down a bit as I slide them down. I turned to him and knelt down.
"Unzip my pants."
What? WTF? We never fucked around in public. We played, I got spanked, he slapped or flogged or cropped me at parties but nothing so intimate. 1000 thoughts went through my head in 10 seconds. That's my cock! I didn't want to share it with the room. I got all possessive and suddenly embarrassed.
He reached up, it was awkward on his part because he was sitting with his legs apart - I could see he was pissed because he knows how my brain works and he knew in that 10 seconds I wasn't listening to him, I was talking myself out of all the reasons I wasn't going to suck his cock in front of a room full of my friends.
He reached up, I leaned in a bit, his hand went behind me neck. "Look at me. Trust daddy. Unzip my pants."
I did. I reached in, put my hand around his cock and began stroking him, slowly. I just stared at his cock, afraid to look anywhere else. He put his hand around my wrist, like he had earlier, and pulled me to him. Kissing me deeply. That melty, love kiss travels straight to my pussy.
His hands went to my shoulders and pushed me down. Now, on my hands and knees, I felt his hands reach over me to pull up my dress. Ass exposed. Panties bunched around my ankles. "Spread your legs, baby." I thought my heart was going to jump out of me. I spread my knees more. I could hear people talking about my butt, my pussy. Someone said my dress was cute. I could feel a few people moving closer.
My mouth slid over the head of his cock and I teased the tip. I knew what he liked. Tongue swirling over the head, playing with his peehole. His hands went to my head, pushing me down. I resisted a bit, I wanted to taste all of his cock, go down on him slow. He pushed harder and I knew he wanted my throat. He wanted his cock deep.
I gag when it's like this, which he likes. His hands kept me down on his cock, I could feel that gag reflex start. Taking deep breaths through my nose, I wanted him to be proud of me in front of people - that I could take his cock but my throat closed around his cock and I grunted, pulling away. He let me off his cock, I was breathing hard. His cock was wet, sloppy, so I stroked it steady and slow.
"Make me cum." I thought I was going to pass out, I felt weird and lewd. Turned on but embarrassed, too. I never looked up, never looked at anyone - it was too much. I just focused on him. His cock. My mouth went back on his cock. I know how to make him cum quickly - and he was so ready, so hard, so turned on. I cupped his heavy balls, put my tongue all over the shaft of his cock, lips tight on his cock. I could tell by his breathing, he was getting ready to cum. I could hear people saying look at her mouth, she's drooling on his cock. I heard people behind me say look at how wet she is. I've never cum without touching my pussy but in that moment, I felt like I was ready to pee and I had a moment where I thought about the carpet if I did. But he came first, hard, his hands pushing my head down again, which knocked me back in to reality. I took his cock deeper to swallow all his cum.
He leaned back on his elbows, groaning. I swallowed it all, licking my lips, I knelt up, holding my arms above my head. A girlfriend came toward me and held out her hand - high five cookie! I laughed, a few other people who were watching did too.
He sat up. Smiling. "Good girl!" Got him zipped back up. I curled back up in his lap, his hands stroking my hair. The people watching us moved along. It felt dreamy, surreal. Just as it does right now, as I'm sitting here, next to mr. cookie, spinning the memory of it around in my head.
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We were at a kink party with no intention to play. ...
.....the memory of it around in my head.
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very nice and sexy as fuck!We were at a kink party with no intention to play. Just wanted to socialize, be voyeurs, hang out. It was summer. I bring this up because I had on a dress and oddly, was wearing panties because he had asked me to put on a pretty pair. The "usual" dress rule was no panties.
We were witting on the floor, watching a woman get caned. She was naked, sitting in a chair, legs spread, hands bound behind the chair, blindfolded. The welts were rising, red thin stripes along her inner thighs, breasts, tummy. To our left was a woman on a massage table with a tens unit on her nipples and labia as she was being fisted. Behind us was a man on a St. Andrew's cross being flogged.
I was sitting in between my guy's legs, my back leaning against his front. His arms around me, his hands holding my wrists. He whispered in my ear, "stand up." I whined a little because I was comfy, I was enjoying the scenery. His hands grabbed my wrists tighter. "Stand up," he growled.
I got up, looked down at him. "Turn around," he said with a big smile. Ummmm... "Turn around." He always says this stuff quietly, which makes me instantly wet. Plus, other people playing... it's good to stay quiet.
As I turned around, I scanned the room - no one was really interested in what we were doing - everyone was busy watching all the fun stuff going on around us. I felt his hands slide up my calves, the back of my thighs, to the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down mid-thigh and put his hand between my legs, lightly grazing my pussy.
"Lift up your dress." Almost a whisper. He pinched the inside of my thigh because I wasn't quick enough.
I realized people started watching us, glancing over. He was still on the floor, kneeling, I could sense his face was closet to my butt and then knew it for sure when he bit me. I squealed - a few people laughed quietly. "Shhhhh - be quiet" he said and bit me again. I hate being bit. His hands were on my hips, keeping me from squirming as he bit down again.
He sat back down, told me to come back to him. I started to pull up my panties and he said no - no, slide them down to your ankles but keep them on. I had to bend down a bit as I slide them down. I turned to him and knelt down.
"Unzip my pants."
What? WTF? We never fucked around in public. We played, I got spanked, he slapped or flogged or cropped me at parties but nothing so intimate. 1000 thoughts went through my head in 10 seconds. That's my cock! I didn't want to share it with the room. I got all possessive and suddenly embarrassed.
He reached up, it was awkward on his part because he was sitting with his legs apart - I could see he was pissed because he knows how my brain works and he knew in that 10 seconds I wasn't listening to him, I was talking myself out of all the reasons I wasn't going to suck his cock in front of a room full of my friends.
He reached up, I leaned in a bit, his hand went behind me neck. "Look at me. Trust daddy. Unzip my pants."
I did. I reached in, put my hand around his cock and began stroking him, slowly. I just stared at his cock, afraid to look anywhere else. He put his hand around my wrist, like he had earlier, and pulled me to him. Kissing me deeply. That melty, love kiss travels straight to my pussy.
His hands went to my shoulders and pushed me down. Now, on my hands and knees, I felt his hands reach over me to pull up my dress. Ass exposed. Panties bunched around my ankles. "Spread your legs, baby." I thought my heart was going to jump out of me. I spread my knees more. I could hear people talking about my butt, my pussy. Someone said my dress was cute. I could feel a few people moving closer.
My mouth slid over the head of his cock and I teased the tip. I knew what he liked. Tongue swirling over the head, playing with his peehole. His hands went to my head, pushing me down. I resisted a bit, I wanted to taste all of his cock, go down on him slow. He pushed harder and I knew he wanted my throat. He wanted his cock deep.
I gag when it's like this, which he likes. His hands kept me down on his cock, I could feel that gag reflex start. Taking deep breaths through my nose, I wanted him to be proud of me in front of people - that I could take his cock but my throat closed around his cock and I grunted, pulling away. He let me off his cock, I was breathing hard. His cock was wet, sloppy, so I stroked it steady and slow.
"Make me cum." I thought I was going to pass out, I felt weird and lewd. Turned on but embarrassed, too. I never looked up, never looked at anyone - it was too much. I just focused on him. His cock. My mouth went back on his cock. I know how to make him cum quickly - and he was so ready, so hard, so turned on. I cupped his heavy balls, put my tongue all over the shaft of his cock, lips tight on his cock. I could tell by his breathing, he was getting ready to cum. I could hear people saying look at her mouth, she's drooling on his cock. I heard people behind me say look at how wet she is. I've never cum without touching my pussy but in that moment, I felt like I was ready to pee and I had a moment where I thought about the carpet if I did. But he came first, hard, his hands pushing my head down again, which knocked me back in to reality. I took his cock deeper to swallow all his cum.
He leaned back on his elbows, groaning. I swallowed it all, licking my lips, I knelt up, holding my arms above my head. A girlfriend came toward me and held out her hand - high five cookie! I laughed, a few other people who were watching did too.
He sat up. Smiling. "Good girl!" Got him zipped back up. I curled back up in his lap, his hands stroking my hair. The people watching us moved along. It felt dreamy, surreal. Just as it does right now, as I'm sitting here, next to mr. cookie, spinning the memory of it around in my head.
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I do, too.
I have a problem with eye contact. I can't stop looking at his cock.

