My Goddess - Sex Stories

My Goddess

... reverie, and stutter, “Uhm, yes, we… uhh... yes.” There it is again; the crazy look. I have a feeling that when I’m around you, I’m going to be getting a lot of those. You say what you want, and order for me as I stare straight ahead. The only thing I’m concentrating on is the feeling of your hand rubbing my hard cock through my jeans, and when the waiter leaves I slowly slide my hand up your thigh. “Oh, baby, I thought you would never make the move,” you say, panting slightly. Confidence growing, I slide my hand under your dress and hesitantly place my fingers on your wet pussy. I look up at you, and your expression has changed. Gone is the radiant smile, the confident swagger. In their place, I see only lust. “Listen here, slut,” you whisper to me, and I can hear the harshness of your words echoing down to my core. “You’re going to finger fuck me right here, right now. You don’t get to fucking tease me, do you understand? If you make me cum before the food comes, I’ll take care of you. If not, you’re going to have to try a lot harder to get some release.” I gulp, and start rubbing your wet pussy, lubricating two of my fingers. Then I push them into your hot slit. You moan slightly, and then gaze at the table as if lost in thought. I slowly pull my fingers out, and push them back in again. Fuck, she’s so tight. How am I gonna fit my cock in there? I’ve sent you pictures of my cock before, an eight-inch long, relatively thick tool that you claim is beautiful. But sitting ...

... here, slamming into your tight pussy with two fingers, I can’t help but wonder how in the hell I’m going to fit my rod into you. It’s clear I’m not concentrating on my work, and so you give my cock a squeeze through my jeans to send me a message. I glance up at you, and then return to my work after I see the venomous look on your face. I pump my fingers in and out of you harder, the sounds of your wet pussy clearly audible to the closest tables. I notice a couple of people looking around, trying to pinpoint the noise, but this only spurs you on. “Yes,” you breathe into my ear. “Yes baby boy, oh that’s it.” You reach down and start rubbing your clit, and start moving your hips against my thigh. To anyone looking, it would seem as though you were shifting in your seat, the uncomfortable couched benches getting to you. Only I know the truth. I go faster, while you rub your clit, fingers slamming into you and smacking against your skin slightly. You whisper, “Oh God... ” into my ear, and that’s when all hell breaks loose. I feel your pussy walls tighten around my fingers, and your hand is a blur beneath the table. You roll your head back, not caring if anybody notices any more, and whisper, “Fuck me baby boy... fuuuckkk.” You hump my leg harder, banging the table, and now at least four other tables are looking over in disgust. One points it out to a waiter, who walks briskly towards us. “So close baby, fuck!” you whisper harshly into my ear. Then... you cum. You arch your back a ...