Masturbation Monday #14
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Oh, someone is definitely having a good time. Wonder who’s enjoying this most?
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He manoeuvres me towards the window as he kisses me, his lips crushing against mine. There is a light scent of tobacco from his cigarette, and I can taste the coffee he’s just drunk. His hands cup my arse, squeezing as they lift slightly, pulling me into him, so I can feel his hardening cock through our clothes. We’re standing right in front of the window, and I slip a hand back to brace myself against the frame, as he nudges my knees apart, pushing his leg between them. He leans away, breaking the kiss, then steps back, and my body follows him, seeking the heat.
“No, stay there.” the words are sharp and I stop moving, a smile playing over my lips as I open my eyes to look at him. He’s watching me closely, making sure this is okay.
I drop my eyes and reply, “Yes, sir.”
The sir falls out easily, surprising me. I watch as he steps to the pole hanging from the blinds, he twists it and they open, striping my body with sunlight. I wait to see what he’s going to do, I don’t know what I want more right now, cock filling me or finger fucking me.
“Look at that view.” He steps back towards me, and takes my hand, raising it over my head to twirl me like a dancer so I’m looking out through the gaps. The sun is bright, and it’s a gorgeous day. I can see people sitting outside the bars around the canal basin. He places the hand he was holding above my head, and curls my fingers around the window frame, clearly indicating I should keep it there. He lifts my hair, kissing down my neck, and over my shoulders. His other hand is playing with my chest, squeezing first one tit, then the other. His lips move back towards my neck, and he opens his mouth, nipping at the tender skin with his teeth, and when he sucks I draw in my breath, feeling my nipples harden.
He pinches a nipple through the thin fabric of my dress, sucking on my neck so firmly that I know I will have the reminder for at least a week. I close my eyes, and let my head tip against him as the sensations run through me, causing my cunt to throb. He continues playing with my nipples pinching hard, and pulling them until they ache. He kisses back along my shoulder, letting my hair fall down my back.
He whispers in my ear, “Open your eyes. I want you looking out.” I open my eyes, staring down at the crowds below. Watching them as I feel his hand moving down, lifting the hem of my dress.
He strokes along the tops of my stockings, teasing me as he strokes my inner thighs. He pulls my dress up, letting it gather around my hips. He walks his fingers across the line where my pants would have been, that spot where even the slightest touch sends shivers through my body. Gently he caresses my cunt, running his fingers over my outer lips, letting the heel of his hand press against me, not quite massaging my clit or finger fucking me but close enough to send tremors of wanting through me.
We’re only a few floors up, and a thought occurs to me, “Do you think anyone can see me?”
His answer is almost a growl, “I hope so. I hope they can see this…” He slips a finger between the outer lips, letting it dip into my cunt slightly, “and this…” before sliding it upwards, rubbing it over my clit, “and definitely this.” He brings the finger up to my mouth, and I open letting it slip inside, “So they know what a greedy little slut you are.” I suck his finger, tasting myself before he pulls it out.
He goes back to teasing my cunt, and I’m pulled back pressing into his body, so I can feel his cock pushing against my arse, straining against his jeans. His hand cups my cunt, before he moves it around, so his thumb can circle my clit while he teases my opening with a finger. He lets it slip inside, finger fucking me, and I push against his hand, wanting more. His thumb rubbing over my clit he lets a second finger join the first, sliding them in and out until I my breathing is ragged, and my fist grips the window sill more tightly. I can feel the waves of my orgasm building in me, as I start to throb around his fingers.
He moves his body sideways, adjusting his reach, as he slips a third finger in. I moan, the “oh fuck.” catching in my throat, as a bigger orgasm wave hits and shudders through me. I am close to the edge again when his hand suddenly slaps down against my arse, and cause the orgasm to crash through me, ripping “Oh fuck, yes” from my mouth. My knees wobble, and he supports my weight, taking some of the strain from the arm I am using to cling to the window frame. I notice my other hand is clutching his, leaving little half-moon impressions from my nails, pressing him harder against me.
Looking down I see some faces turned upwards, and I wonder if anyone was watching. Did they see him finger fucking me? Did they see the slap? Did they see me pressing his hand into me harder?
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