aconcreterose
09-04-2011, 07:55 PM
I'm sitting nervously in the Starbucks at the mall, waiting. I'm very conscious of being in public with my ass plugged. My exterior appearance is conservative and tame, but underneath I am a wet, horny mess with a lake of juices between my legs. In fact, I'm quite glad that the Starbucks has wooden chairs because I'm anxious that the crotchless panties you ordered me to wear will not contain the evidence of my arousal. I could already feel the slippery pleasure of the moisture between my thighs as I walked from the car to Starbucks. I blush as I think of the potential of an ever expanding wet spot on my skirt. However, it's black and probably won't actually happen, as long as I don't have to sit in the same spot too long.
It's hard to sit still while waiting for you, but I certainly knew that it would be better to be early than late. The plug is pressing deeper into my ass, making me more and more turned on. It's an extension of you constantly filling me and reminding me my ass is yours, and you will fill it whenever you please. And thinking of that has me sitting in Starbucks in a complete fog of lust. Of course the fact that you did not let me cum for the past 5 days with long teasing sessions on the phone has added to that need. And then edging every 3 hours the past 2 days has definitely made me into a very malleable, eager to please, bitch in heat for you. I can't seem to sit still in my seat, and thoughts of just subtly sliding my hand under my skirt and rubbing my throbbing, desperate clit won't leave my mind.
Suddenly, I feel your hand firmly grip my shoulder from behind, and then your hot breath caress my ear and neck as you whisper, "Is my cunt wet, slut?"
"Yes Sir," I whisper back to you as quietly as possible, but still sure you can hear me.
"You know you're supposed to look me directly in the eye when answering my questions. Otherwise, how will I be sure you're not lying?" you say as you sit beside me.
"Now, I guess I will just have to check to be sure."
I feel an intense rush of apprehension and arousal hearing this, immediately convinced that any moment your hand will be up my skirt feeling my fluids gush over your fingers.
Seconds tick by and nothing happens. Your eyes seem to be trailing over me, perhaps checking that I have followed all your instructions. Every moment that passes my desire to tightly close my legs increases, but I have no idea what the punishment for that might be, so I remain in the same position.
You ask me if I want another coffee, and I say no. Then you go and wait in line to get one for yourself, leaving me to wonder if you were serious or not about checking to see if I am wet.
When you return to the table, you don't sit back down. Instead you tell me to put my coat on, and I follow you as you leave the Starbucks.
"Which shoe store are we going to?" I ask.
"Oh, we will probably have to go to several," you respond. "After all, this is going to be a very special pair of shoes and not just any pair will do."
I feel my face heat up as you say this. One store seemed challenging enough, but several...with me having no way of knowing exactly what you may do or command me to do. I'm nervous, but I love it too. I feel my thighs rubbing together deliciously as I walk, a sloppy, sticky mess that I would love to wash off, but I doubt you would allow it if I asked.
You reach down toward my hand, and I think how sweet that you want to walk through the mall holding hands, but instead feel your solid grip encircling my wrist. My clit responds instantly, as if you pressed a button. My clit is a suddenly a stiff, throbbing heartbeat of arousal. But I am embarrassed too. I look around wondering if anyone has noticed.
You notice my eyes moving over the other shoppers and tell me, "Just be glad it's not a collar and leash."
I smile at you, knowing (hoping) you're teasing me. And besides, I have already satisfied myself that my coat is covering your unconventional method of hand holding. So I settle into enjoying the submissive feeling your strong hand gives me. It feels so go to have all these constant reminders that you are in charge. Walking through the mall controlled by you, feeling the plug shift in my ass with every step increasing my arousal as my cunt constantly releases a steady flow of juices, feels like the perfect place for me to be. In fact, shopping for shoes for you that I will keep polished with my pussy juices seems like the most natural thing in the world.
I feel like you have turned me into putty. My entire body is yearning for an orgasm. My clit is still pulsing in time with my heart, and it is hypersensitive to any and every sensation that has any possibility to lead to an orgasm. As we walk, I am pretty sure I could cum just from the minute, slippery sensation of my labia rubbing against my clit, but I'm a good girl and don't cum without your permission. So I just walk along side you consumed with lust, barely capable of rational thought. Glad that your hand encircling my wrist is keeping me from bumping into people.
I notice we are headed to the mall exit. "Are we leaving, Sir?" I ask, thinking maybe you were just testing me with the idea of shopping for shoes to rub off against. For weeks, I had been simultaneously dreading and craving the feeling of begging you to cum as I lean against your shin, legs spread wide to get as much leathery contact from your shoe as possible, proving how much I am willing to entertain you. And since you revoked my permission to cum, my fantasies have gotten more elaborate and explicit. I can almost see myself at your feet--tied, my left wrist to my left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle, as you relax on the couch. My thighs fully spread, cunt totally open to you. Rubbing at whatever pace you tell me too. Remaining still at your command as you rub your shoe against my clit. After all those fantasies, I find I am rather disappointed at the prospect of just leaving the mall. Plus, my entire body is starving for an orgasm. At the moment, I would gladly cum on your shoe, probably in 30 seconds or less.
Luckily, you tell me we are not leaving the mall. It seems you were serious about checking how wet and ready my pussy is so you are taking me to your car.
The parking lot is very crowded, like most Saturdays. It seems you had trouble finding a good spot because you are quite far back from the mall entrance. As you are still holding my wrist, you walk me to the passenger door and unlock it. "Take off your panties before you get in my car, toy." Then you release my wrist and walk around to the other side of the car, leaving me a bit stunned. How can I take off my panties outside the car. Sure we are almost at the back of the lot, but there are a lot of cars still, even cars driving past. I am looking around wondering who might see, then I notice you are already in the car and decide to just do it fast before I get into trouble.
As I get into your car, I notice you have the passengers seat covered with a towel, obviously expecting my state.
"Pull your skirt up."
"Yes Sir." I immediately comply and gather my skirt around my waist. I can tell you are looking directly at my cunt, and I feel self conscious. You stick two fingers into me, and I moan with pleasure.
"Mmmmm."
You remove your fingers and bring them to my lips. "Lick my fingers clean like a good whore." I lick and suck on your fingers until you remove them from my mouth.
"Look down at that sopping wet cunt, toy."
I look down and see my shiny juices covering my shaved pussy and all over my thighs. The entire area is glistening. Completely exposed, the sweet, musky smell of my pussy fills the air in the car.
"Good girl. That's how I want you to keep your pussy. I want your pussy to flow any time you even think of me."
"Can I clean up though please Sir? I don't want to go back in the mall this wet."
"No, you may not. I want your cunt so wet the salesmen will all be able to smell what a nasty fuckin slut you are. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"Now, I think it is past time for you to edge again. We have to keep that cunt juice nice and fresh. You're going to rub around your clit in light circles. You may beg me to cum when you get close; maybe I will take pity on your desperation. You would need to be very desperate for that though. You're going to look in my eyes while you do this. Begin."
"But I've never done that in front of anyone before Sir, and we are in the parking lot."
"So. That doesn't matter. All that matters is that you follow my instructions. Begin now."
I obediently slide my hand down to my pussy and begin to rub slow, light circles around my clit while looking into your eyes. At first it feels like it could never be enough stimulation to make me cum. It's too slow, too light but quickly I am begging you to either let me cum or let me stop rubbing.
"Please Sir? Please can I cum now?"
I can see the enjoyment in your eyes as you watch how desperate I am to cum, yet know I will not unless I have your permission.
"Please Sir? I'll do whatever you want."
You have unzipped your pants and are slowly stroking your hard cock as you watch me. "You'll do that anyway, slut, and what I want is for you to continue. I want you to know absolutely that you only may cum when it pleases me."
You keep me right on the edge for several minutes, as I feel my clit and pussy lips swelling with need. Finally, you allow me to stop. It is so hard to stop without cumming, but I also feel very satisfied by the sense of domination and power I feel emanating from you.
As my breathing begins to return to normal, I look around the parking lot. I know several cars have driven past, but I don't see anyone headed near us. There is someone walking towards the mall a couple rows over, but I doubt she could have seen anything. Then I begin to worry about security cameras, but I'm snapped out of those thoughts by your voice.
"You know you've earned a punishment for questioning my instructions, toy."
"Yes Sir."
"So let's go ahead and get it out of the way. Then we can shop. You will turn over, and put your head near the floor of the car with your knees on the seat. That way your ass will be nicely presented for spanking, but obscured from passersby. Begin."
I can't believe you want to spank me in public, in the car or not, but I begin to get into the position you have commanded me to assume. I feel slightly trapped in the floor area of the car, but oddly comforted by no longer needing to worry about who might walk by. If I can't see them, it is easier to pretend that they don't exist.
I feel you hand rubbing across my ass cheeks. You tell me, "that's what I like to see, you're ass decorated just for me," referring to the jeweled butt plug. "If we had more time, I think I would have to cum in your ass and then replug it. I think that would make walking through the mall with you more interesting."
You hand begins to fall across my ass. Lightly at first then harder and harder and faster. At first I worry that you might accidentally hit the plug, but soon I am almost constantly moaning with pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure. I find myself floating nicely, but still feeling every smack. Feeling like most of my brain has turned off and the only part still on is the part that deals with sensations. I have no idea how long you have been spanking me, all I know is I have no desire for it to stop. In fact, I just want it to be harder. My back arches and my ass raises up to met your hand of it's own accord. Each blow is more pleasurable than the last. Moans and whimpers mingle into a chorus of desperate arousal.
Finally, you tell me to sit up and as I rearrange my body back on to the passengers seat, I feel a pleasant sense of pain upon redistributing my weight onto my ass.
"It seemed you liked that slut?" you ask.
"Yes Sir. I did."
"Hmmm. I will have to come up with a better punishment next time then. But for now, you can make it up to me by making sure I don't go into the mall hard."
I say "Yes Sir" and lean over allowing my mouth to hover just above your hard, uncut cock, breathing heavily onto you in the most teasing manner I can manage, and then slowly swirling my tongue around the tip. I lick teasingly at the precum that gathered while you felt my ass squirming under your blows. I feel the familiar excitement as the smooth tip slides past my lips as I begin to suck the head of your cock. My right hand firmly gripping the base as my left slides under your balls to massage and caress as my mouth continues to suck and lick and tease.
I feel your fist grasp my hair as I slowly lick the head of you with the underside of my tongue, and then I move to the spot I know is so sensitive where the shaft and head meet. I feel your cock flexing and pulsing in my hand and I began to rhythmically rub your shaft while wrapping my lips around the head and allowing my saliva to drip down in between my palm and your cock.
Your breathing is quicker and more ragged. I look up at you, my eyes glassy and full of desire. Your grip in my hair gets tighter, making my clit twitch, and you force me down onto your cock completely. I love the feeling as you conquer my throat. My mouth is full of your taste, full of your pulsing cock, and my eyes are locked on yours. You hold me there, my throat making tiny convulsions against you, my breathing restricted by your thickness. My drool escapes, running over your balls and into the hand I have cupped beneath them. As my body begins to shudder from your violation, you relax your grip and allow me to slowly withdrawal, rubbing my tongue against the bottom of your shaft as my mouth moves back to the tip.
To give me a moment to catch my breath you ask, "Tell me what you want, my good little slut."
I look into your dark, commanding eyes, "I want you Sir. I want you to consume me with your passion. I want you to use me. I want to feel you explode in my throat so I can lick your cum off my cheeks and taste you and know you possess me."
"Good answer, girl," you almost growl. Then I feel your grip my chin and throat firmly, as you begin to fuck my mouth, firm and deep and fast. I feel more like your possession than your lover as your cock pounds into my throat, deeper and harder with every thrust. I feel trapped by your strong hands, as suck my cheeks tightly against your cock and breath in rhythm with your retreats. I gag and convulse, my body shuddering as I attempt to overcome natural reflexes, but your pace is not altered at all by this. I feel my juices gushing from my needy pussy, as it throbs as if it knows you will be satisfied any moment, but I will not.
You continue to fuck my throat, getting rougher and rougher as your breathing becomes more ragged. Until your body begins to tremble slightly under me. Your balls feel hard and full in my hand and I feel the head of your cock swell. Then your cum spurts into my mouth, as a feral sound escapes your lips. I feel the warmth of your cum as it hits my tongue and cheeks--a salty, liquid version of you for me to consume. I swallow spurt after spurt, grateful for the physical proof of how pleasing you find me, as I continue to gently suck you to milk out every drop.
Your breathing begins to slow, as you soften in my mouth. "Good girl. Now clean up the mess you made so we can go back into the mall."
I obediently lick all the excess saliva from your balls and thighs so you can zip up. I reach for my panties, but you inform me that I have no need of them so I reluctantly follow your instructions and leave them on the floor. I start to pull my skirt down, but you grab my hand instead.
"Spread your legs."
"Yes Sir," I respond as I comply immediately.
Your hand slides between my thighs and directly to my slippery engrossed clit, trapping it in the most delicious manner between your thumb and a finger, as I let out a pleading moan and grind myself into you.
"Stop squirming. Do you know what a wet, sloppy, whorish mess you are?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good girl. Pull your skirt down so we can go find my new shoes. You know you won't be cumming until I have the chance to wear them in between your cunt lips, so you should be as excited as I am to find them."
It's hard to sit still while waiting for you, but I certainly knew that it would be better to be early than late. The plug is pressing deeper into my ass, making me more and more turned on. It's an extension of you constantly filling me and reminding me my ass is yours, and you will fill it whenever you please. And thinking of that has me sitting in Starbucks in a complete fog of lust. Of course the fact that you did not let me cum for the past 5 days with long teasing sessions on the phone has added to that need. And then edging every 3 hours the past 2 days has definitely made me into a very malleable, eager to please, bitch in heat for you. I can't seem to sit still in my seat, and thoughts of just subtly sliding my hand under my skirt and rubbing my throbbing, desperate clit won't leave my mind.
Suddenly, I feel your hand firmly grip my shoulder from behind, and then your hot breath caress my ear and neck as you whisper, "Is my cunt wet, slut?"
"Yes Sir," I whisper back to you as quietly as possible, but still sure you can hear me.
"You know you're supposed to look me directly in the eye when answering my questions. Otherwise, how will I be sure you're not lying?" you say as you sit beside me.
"Now, I guess I will just have to check to be sure."
I feel an intense rush of apprehension and arousal hearing this, immediately convinced that any moment your hand will be up my skirt feeling my fluids gush over your fingers.
Seconds tick by and nothing happens. Your eyes seem to be trailing over me, perhaps checking that I have followed all your instructions. Every moment that passes my desire to tightly close my legs increases, but I have no idea what the punishment for that might be, so I remain in the same position.
You ask me if I want another coffee, and I say no. Then you go and wait in line to get one for yourself, leaving me to wonder if you were serious or not about checking to see if I am wet.
When you return to the table, you don't sit back down. Instead you tell me to put my coat on, and I follow you as you leave the Starbucks.
"Which shoe store are we going to?" I ask.
"Oh, we will probably have to go to several," you respond. "After all, this is going to be a very special pair of shoes and not just any pair will do."
I feel my face heat up as you say this. One store seemed challenging enough, but several...with me having no way of knowing exactly what you may do or command me to do. I'm nervous, but I love it too. I feel my thighs rubbing together deliciously as I walk, a sloppy, sticky mess that I would love to wash off, but I doubt you would allow it if I asked.
You reach down toward my hand, and I think how sweet that you want to walk through the mall holding hands, but instead feel your solid grip encircling my wrist. My clit responds instantly, as if you pressed a button. My clit is a suddenly a stiff, throbbing heartbeat of arousal. But I am embarrassed too. I look around wondering if anyone has noticed.
You notice my eyes moving over the other shoppers and tell me, "Just be glad it's not a collar and leash."
I smile at you, knowing (hoping) you're teasing me. And besides, I have already satisfied myself that my coat is covering your unconventional method of hand holding. So I settle into enjoying the submissive feeling your strong hand gives me. It feels so go to have all these constant reminders that you are in charge. Walking through the mall controlled by you, feeling the plug shift in my ass with every step increasing my arousal as my cunt constantly releases a steady flow of juices, feels like the perfect place for me to be. In fact, shopping for shoes for you that I will keep polished with my pussy juices seems like the most natural thing in the world.
I feel like you have turned me into putty. My entire body is yearning for an orgasm. My clit is still pulsing in time with my heart, and it is hypersensitive to any and every sensation that has any possibility to lead to an orgasm. As we walk, I am pretty sure I could cum just from the minute, slippery sensation of my labia rubbing against my clit, but I'm a good girl and don't cum without your permission. So I just walk along side you consumed with lust, barely capable of rational thought. Glad that your hand encircling my wrist is keeping me from bumping into people.
I notice we are headed to the mall exit. "Are we leaving, Sir?" I ask, thinking maybe you were just testing me with the idea of shopping for shoes to rub off against. For weeks, I had been simultaneously dreading and craving the feeling of begging you to cum as I lean against your shin, legs spread wide to get as much leathery contact from your shoe as possible, proving how much I am willing to entertain you. And since you revoked my permission to cum, my fantasies have gotten more elaborate and explicit. I can almost see myself at your feet--tied, my left wrist to my left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle, as you relax on the couch. My thighs fully spread, cunt totally open to you. Rubbing at whatever pace you tell me too. Remaining still at your command as you rub your shoe against my clit. After all those fantasies, I find I am rather disappointed at the prospect of just leaving the mall. Plus, my entire body is starving for an orgasm. At the moment, I would gladly cum on your shoe, probably in 30 seconds or less.
Luckily, you tell me we are not leaving the mall. It seems you were serious about checking how wet and ready my pussy is so you are taking me to your car.
The parking lot is very crowded, like most Saturdays. It seems you had trouble finding a good spot because you are quite far back from the mall entrance. As you are still holding my wrist, you walk me to the passenger door and unlock it. "Take off your panties before you get in my car, toy." Then you release my wrist and walk around to the other side of the car, leaving me a bit stunned. How can I take off my panties outside the car. Sure we are almost at the back of the lot, but there are a lot of cars still, even cars driving past. I am looking around wondering who might see, then I notice you are already in the car and decide to just do it fast before I get into trouble.
As I get into your car, I notice you have the passengers seat covered with a towel, obviously expecting my state.
"Pull your skirt up."
"Yes Sir." I immediately comply and gather my skirt around my waist. I can tell you are looking directly at my cunt, and I feel self conscious. You stick two fingers into me, and I moan with pleasure.
"Mmmmm."
You remove your fingers and bring them to my lips. "Lick my fingers clean like a good whore." I lick and suck on your fingers until you remove them from my mouth.
"Look down at that sopping wet cunt, toy."
I look down and see my shiny juices covering my shaved pussy and all over my thighs. The entire area is glistening. Completely exposed, the sweet, musky smell of my pussy fills the air in the car.
"Good girl. That's how I want you to keep your pussy. I want your pussy to flow any time you even think of me."
"Can I clean up though please Sir? I don't want to go back in the mall this wet."
"No, you may not. I want your cunt so wet the salesmen will all be able to smell what a nasty fuckin slut you are. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"Now, I think it is past time for you to edge again. We have to keep that cunt juice nice and fresh. You're going to rub around your clit in light circles. You may beg me to cum when you get close; maybe I will take pity on your desperation. You would need to be very desperate for that though. You're going to look in my eyes while you do this. Begin."
"But I've never done that in front of anyone before Sir, and we are in the parking lot."
"So. That doesn't matter. All that matters is that you follow my instructions. Begin now."
I obediently slide my hand down to my pussy and begin to rub slow, light circles around my clit while looking into your eyes. At first it feels like it could never be enough stimulation to make me cum. It's too slow, too light but quickly I am begging you to either let me cum or let me stop rubbing.
"Please Sir? Please can I cum now?"
I can see the enjoyment in your eyes as you watch how desperate I am to cum, yet know I will not unless I have your permission.
"Please Sir? I'll do whatever you want."
You have unzipped your pants and are slowly stroking your hard cock as you watch me. "You'll do that anyway, slut, and what I want is for you to continue. I want you to know absolutely that you only may cum when it pleases me."
You keep me right on the edge for several minutes, as I feel my clit and pussy lips swelling with need. Finally, you allow me to stop. It is so hard to stop without cumming, but I also feel very satisfied by the sense of domination and power I feel emanating from you.
As my breathing begins to return to normal, I look around the parking lot. I know several cars have driven past, but I don't see anyone headed near us. There is someone walking towards the mall a couple rows over, but I doubt she could have seen anything. Then I begin to worry about security cameras, but I'm snapped out of those thoughts by your voice.
"You know you've earned a punishment for questioning my instructions, toy."
"Yes Sir."
"So let's go ahead and get it out of the way. Then we can shop. You will turn over, and put your head near the floor of the car with your knees on the seat. That way your ass will be nicely presented for spanking, but obscured from passersby. Begin."
I can't believe you want to spank me in public, in the car or not, but I begin to get into the position you have commanded me to assume. I feel slightly trapped in the floor area of the car, but oddly comforted by no longer needing to worry about who might walk by. If I can't see them, it is easier to pretend that they don't exist.
I feel you hand rubbing across my ass cheeks. You tell me, "that's what I like to see, you're ass decorated just for me," referring to the jeweled butt plug. "If we had more time, I think I would have to cum in your ass and then replug it. I think that would make walking through the mall with you more interesting."
You hand begins to fall across my ass. Lightly at first then harder and harder and faster. At first I worry that you might accidentally hit the plug, but soon I am almost constantly moaning with pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure. I find myself floating nicely, but still feeling every smack. Feeling like most of my brain has turned off and the only part still on is the part that deals with sensations. I have no idea how long you have been spanking me, all I know is I have no desire for it to stop. In fact, I just want it to be harder. My back arches and my ass raises up to met your hand of it's own accord. Each blow is more pleasurable than the last. Moans and whimpers mingle into a chorus of desperate arousal.
Finally, you tell me to sit up and as I rearrange my body back on to the passengers seat, I feel a pleasant sense of pain upon redistributing my weight onto my ass.
"It seemed you liked that slut?" you ask.
"Yes Sir. I did."
"Hmmm. I will have to come up with a better punishment next time then. But for now, you can make it up to me by making sure I don't go into the mall hard."
I say "Yes Sir" and lean over allowing my mouth to hover just above your hard, uncut cock, breathing heavily onto you in the most teasing manner I can manage, and then slowly swirling my tongue around the tip. I lick teasingly at the precum that gathered while you felt my ass squirming under your blows. I feel the familiar excitement as the smooth tip slides past my lips as I begin to suck the head of your cock. My right hand firmly gripping the base as my left slides under your balls to massage and caress as my mouth continues to suck and lick and tease.
I feel your fist grasp my hair as I slowly lick the head of you with the underside of my tongue, and then I move to the spot I know is so sensitive where the shaft and head meet. I feel your cock flexing and pulsing in my hand and I began to rhythmically rub your shaft while wrapping my lips around the head and allowing my saliva to drip down in between my palm and your cock.
Your breathing is quicker and more ragged. I look up at you, my eyes glassy and full of desire. Your grip in my hair gets tighter, making my clit twitch, and you force me down onto your cock completely. I love the feeling as you conquer my throat. My mouth is full of your taste, full of your pulsing cock, and my eyes are locked on yours. You hold me there, my throat making tiny convulsions against you, my breathing restricted by your thickness. My drool escapes, running over your balls and into the hand I have cupped beneath them. As my body begins to shudder from your violation, you relax your grip and allow me to slowly withdrawal, rubbing my tongue against the bottom of your shaft as my mouth moves back to the tip.
To give me a moment to catch my breath you ask, "Tell me what you want, my good little slut."
I look into your dark, commanding eyes, "I want you Sir. I want you to consume me with your passion. I want you to use me. I want to feel you explode in my throat so I can lick your cum off my cheeks and taste you and know you possess me."
"Good answer, girl," you almost growl. Then I feel your grip my chin and throat firmly, as you begin to fuck my mouth, firm and deep and fast. I feel more like your possession than your lover as your cock pounds into my throat, deeper and harder with every thrust. I feel trapped by your strong hands, as suck my cheeks tightly against your cock and breath in rhythm with your retreats. I gag and convulse, my body shuddering as I attempt to overcome natural reflexes, but your pace is not altered at all by this. I feel my juices gushing from my needy pussy, as it throbs as if it knows you will be satisfied any moment, but I will not.
You continue to fuck my throat, getting rougher and rougher as your breathing becomes more ragged. Until your body begins to tremble slightly under me. Your balls feel hard and full in my hand and I feel the head of your cock swell. Then your cum spurts into my mouth, as a feral sound escapes your lips. I feel the warmth of your cum as it hits my tongue and cheeks--a salty, liquid version of you for me to consume. I swallow spurt after spurt, grateful for the physical proof of how pleasing you find me, as I continue to gently suck you to milk out every drop.
Your breathing begins to slow, as you soften in my mouth. "Good girl. Now clean up the mess you made so we can go back into the mall."
I obediently lick all the excess saliva from your balls and thighs so you can zip up. I reach for my panties, but you inform me that I have no need of them so I reluctantly follow your instructions and leave them on the floor. I start to pull my skirt down, but you grab my hand instead.
"Spread your legs."
"Yes Sir," I respond as I comply immediately.
Your hand slides between my thighs and directly to my slippery engrossed clit, trapping it in the most delicious manner between your thumb and a finger, as I let out a pleading moan and grind myself into you.
"Stop squirming. Do you know what a wet, sloppy, whorish mess you are?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good girl. Pull your skirt down so we can go find my new shoes. You know you won't be cumming until I have the chance to wear them in between your cunt lips, so you should be as excited as I am to find them."