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“Part Three to a Brand New Story”…‘Wet Between the Legs’
By this time I was laying in the bed, getting comfortable,legs spread wide across his skinny legs as he sat in the small antique slipper chair across from me reposed on the red satin sheets.
My pussy peeked away from the throngs of small bits of fabric that held the mystery of the folds of my pink cunt, the ‘objet d’affection’, the price paid handsomely for glimpses of, fluids emersing from.
The power of the Cunt.
At least it is appreciated from all aspects.
“You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen,” he whispers softly,fingering, opening ever so gently the lips, bending backwards slightly, gazing into the depths of the ‘pink as a conch shell’ vagina, framed by ‘smooth as a baby’s bottom’ inner thighs.
“Thank you. I have been told that many times before. I can only see my pussy with a mirror or by a picture,”I laugh happy he is happy.
His free hand runs up and down my stockings, smoothly, effortlessly, strongly, massaging, massaging, waiting for my bladder to fill. He reaches deep to my bare pierced nipple intrigued, gently squeezing it in unison to fondling my pussy lips.
The light from the antique lamp of the tall dresser casts its glow precisely on the act in hand, like a vaudeville stage.
“Well, it’s a good thing you booked 2 hours,” I laugh again.
“It won’t take much longer for me to pee and when I pee, I pee.”
Again he smiles, head slightly tilted.
He is an interesting figure. I am sure many dark thoughts go through this young mind.
Finally the urge to pee comes to me but I am enjoying the massage of my legs and the interest he has in my pussy.
“I love looking at pussy,” he matter of factly states…again.
“Okay, let’s go. It has to be done in the washroom because I will not have this on my floors or bed.”
I walk over, skirt hiked up above my waist since the bits below my waist were obvioiusly the focal point.
He didn’t want a banter back and forth…PEE was his focus, chatting back and forth was not.
I made up for it lecturing him on the business, the swing club scene, the Supreme Court laws enabling private club members to engage more freely with on site fuck fests if they wish…whether or not people would be interested in this kind of fetish I said I didn’t know…fucking and sucking was really more the action…Vanilla stuff but, hey it was worth a try.
As I write this I get a soft spoken young client,good looking, brooding as well, ask this of me.
“Try looking up ‘Tryst’ magazine…I am sure now they have a website. It is a Swinging lifestyle magazine and you could join and see if this works for you.”
This guy likes anal play even though he doesnt play with himself..a tall, strapping Paul Bunyon kind of guy with chiseled features, albino white skin, but no personality whatsoever..another young one probably scared shitless opening up with an older woman.
“ How do you want me?” I ask as take off my pumps and climb into the bathtub, still wet from the morning shower.
“That’s fine,” he says quietly staring at my crotch.
I could see and I could feel his cock growing beneath his pants. Yes, he still had his clothes on.
To be continued….
Madame Lucie
Where details make a lasting impression
By sweetjuicylucy at 2011-06-09
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