PolymorphicPerv
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On the metro ride home from diner the car is almost
empty, but we don't sit. I stand with my arms around
you, rocking with the train's motion. You press back
against my hardness and purr to let me know that
you're aching to be touched. We are alone except for
one young man, cute but conservatively dressed, at the far
end of the car.
I know you want me to cup and fondle your breasts
while he watches. I start that way, massaging you through
your sundress until we catch his attention. Then pulling
up the front of your dress a little so he can see your
upper thighs. He gasps, looks away, and then back. He is
rapt as I slowly roll your nipples between my thumb
and finger, pinching them to make you moan while I
whisper in your ear, telling you to make eye-contact
and meet his fascinated stare.
I take the panties you gave me before ordering at the
restaurant and hold them bunched underneath your nose
filling your head with the musk of your arousal. I
whisper in your ear while one hand pulls and teases
a nipple and the other slides up back of your dress.
Your back arches as you press back to allow yourself
to be touched everywhere. My fingers examine your
bare pussy and ass. I whisper, "Good girl" while my
fingertips explore every fold and slide inside of you. A
bead of sweat runs down the college boy's forehead and his
eyes seem to be pleading with you.
My fingers are trusting a steady and insistent beat inside
of you and I'm telling you what a good girl you are: so smooth
and obedient.
If I had found any stubble, or if you had resisted me or
looked away from the college boy, I'd have had to
punish you.
But, because you are a good girl I'll reward you ...
take you home, strip you and order you to lie on your back
on the bed with your knees pulled up against your
chest ... you were such a good girl, so I'll only spank your pussy a
little bit in-between all the licking and sucking and teasing.
empty, but we don't sit. I stand with my arms around
you, rocking with the train's motion. You press back
against my hardness and purr to let me know that
you're aching to be touched. We are alone except for
one young man, cute but conservatively dressed, at the far
end of the car.
I know you want me to cup and fondle your breasts
while he watches. I start that way, massaging you through
your sundress until we catch his attention. Then pulling
up the front of your dress a little so he can see your
upper thighs. He gasps, looks away, and then back. He is
rapt as I slowly roll your nipples between my thumb
and finger, pinching them to make you moan while I
whisper in your ear, telling you to make eye-contact
and meet his fascinated stare.
I take the panties you gave me before ordering at the
restaurant and hold them bunched underneath your nose
filling your head with the musk of your arousal. I
whisper in your ear while one hand pulls and teases
a nipple and the other slides up back of your dress.
Your back arches as you press back to allow yourself
to be touched everywhere. My fingers examine your
bare pussy and ass. I whisper, "Good girl" while my
fingertips explore every fold and slide inside of you. A
bead of sweat runs down the college boy's forehead and his
eyes seem to be pleading with you.
My fingers are trusting a steady and insistent beat inside
of you and I'm telling you what a good girl you are: so smooth
and obedient.
If I had found any stubble, or if you had resisted me or
looked away from the college boy, I'd have had to
punish you.
But, because you are a good girl I'll reward you ...
take you home, strip you and order you to lie on your back
on the bed with your knees pulled up against your
chest ... you were such a good girl, so I'll only spank your pussy a
little bit in-between all the licking and sucking and teasing.
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