Playtime Stories Ch 1. - Sex Stories

Playtime Stories Ch 1.

... a moment and then remove his hand from my $200 auburn shoulder length wavy hair. With his cock and hot cum filling my whorifice I use his cum as lube to finish him off. Soon his throbbing subsides and he backs away. I squeeze my cock. I lip lock on his for one more moment to savor the absolution of nastiness and taboo that this is. I squeeze him once more and he twitches, and then backs away. I release him and look up at him and feel just a trickle of his cum making a line down my chin. My hand sweeps this cool liquid line back into my mouth with care. I know he can see my face well. I wait until he looks at me. He exhales and looks down. I open my mouth so he can see the cocktail he dumped into my dirty little whorifice. I move my tongue around so he can see it shimmer. Then I lean my head back and with a wicked smile I swallow his cum. “Oh gawd that’s so hot...” and, like a mental case, he repeats that sentence a bunch of times. I smile and get up. I put my 7 3/4” cut and stiff beauty back into my Vicy’s black satin panties and pull down my black leather mini skirt. I don’t “tuck” it back, rather I pull the panties snug against it and hold my purse in front to obscure the view from the front. I bend down to my ...

... mirror to check my make-up, fix my hair, and see if I missed any cum before I go in to get more cock. I feel him stroke his hand up my stocking and up under the skirt to my right ass cheek. His hand explores my panties, which are, as always, gathered in my wet boy-cunt crack. He starts talking. “Are you from around here?” How cliché, I think. “No, I’m just playing while on business. Are you from here?” “Yes, but I’m all alone tonight.” “So, out to have a little fun huh? Cool.” I know the lot well- his isn’t the first strange anonymous cock I’ve blown here, and it won’t be the last. As I look over the lot for any audience I missed before I know that I am finished with for now and I’m ready to go get more cock inside the arcade. Then he surprises me. “Hey if I give you my number would you like to have some more fun together?” Usually they request a number. He’s kind nice looking, a little heavy but ok. “Sure, when is a good time? During the day?” “Well, yes but nights are ok for a while too.” That really does surprise me. Most closet boys can’t play just any time. “Ok, sure, I’ll be here for another week or so. Maybe we could get together,” I accept. “Great, my name is John, and yours?” My cock pulsed, “Call me Rebecca.”