My teen-aged fantasy story - Sex Stories

My teen-aged fantasy story

I wrote this at 16. SYNOPSIS: A YOUNG SLAVE-GIRL SNEAKS INTO AN OFFICE BUILDING TO RUB ONE OUT. LITTLE DOES SHE KNOW THAT OF ALL THE BUILDINGS SHE COULD OF CHOSE, SHE CHOSE HER MASTERS' WORKPLACE. I WALK INTO YOUR OFFICE, FEELING THE NEED TO RELEASE SOME....PRESSURE. WITH A SWISH OF A SKIRT AND A HURRIED STEP I DISAPPEAR INTO THE WASHROOM AND, BY LUCKY CHANCE, CATCH YOUR EYE AS I SLIP IN. AFTER A QUICK GLANCE AROUND, YOU FOLLOW ME IN; UNDETECTED. AS YOU STEP IN, I'M ALREADY IN A STALL AND YOU SEE MY THONG AROUND MY FEET FROM BELOW THE PLASTIC AND VINYL DOOR. YOU WAIT FOR ME; SILENT...I DON'T KNOW YOU'RE THERE. YOU NOTICE A LACK OF "BATHROOM NOISE", ALL YOU HEAR IS ELEVATED BREATHING...YOU FIND IT ODD BUT WAIT, PANTS GROWING TIGHTER, FOR ME TO COME OUT AND FOR YOU TO COLLECT YOUR JUICY, YOUNG REWARD. YOU HEAR A SOFT LITTLE MOAN AND SMILE TO YOURSELF AS YOU REALISE.... "WHAT A DIRTY LITTLE NYMPHO" YOU THINK "MASTURBATING IN A FUCKING PUBLIC TOILET.” YOU PICTURE ME, SITTING, LEGS SPREAD, PUSSY WET, FINGERS BUSY-JUST BEYOND THE FLIMSY DOOR. YOU HEAR ME SPIT FOLLOWED BY WET, SLOPPY FINGER FUCKING NOISES. MY SCURRILOUS BEHAVIOUR EXCITES YOU AND YOUR BREATHING ELEVATES SO YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES AND f***e YOURSELF TO BREATHE SLOWLY. YOU OPEN YOUR EYES AND NOTICE YOUR LEGS HAVE CARRIED YOU TO THE STALL DOOR. YOU EAGERLY BUT QUIETLY SNIFF THE AIR FOR MY SCENT. I’M SO DISTRACTED I DON’T NOTICE MY MASTERS’ NOSE PRESSED TO THE SMALL CRACK IN THE DOOR. YOU SEE A SLIVER OF ME THROUGH THE ...

... OPENING, A GLIMPSE OF RED HAIR AND A NUDE KNEE. UNABLE TO WAIT, YOU KICK IN THE DOOR AND EXPOSE ME IN THE PROCESS OF MY DIRTY DEED... “OH, MAS...MASTER? I...UH.” I STAMMER INCOHERENTLY, I CAN SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYE. I KNOW I’M IN BIG TROUBLE. YOU NOTE THAT I’M QUIVERING AND YOU QUIETLY SAVOUR THE POWER YOU HAVE OVER ME. "DIRTY SLUT" YOU WHISPER, JUST AUDIBLE. I EXCLAIM DUBIOUSLY AS YOU REACH IN AND GRAB ME BY MY SHIRT AND PULL ME OUT INTO THE OPEN. MY THONG AROUND MY FEET TRIPS ME AND I COLLAPSE TO THE FLOOR, CONVENIENTLY FACE DOWN ASS UP, MY GLISTENING HOLE EXPOSED. SALIVATING, YOU REMOVE MY TANGLED PANTIES FROM MY FEET AND TIE MY HANDS BEHIND MY BACK WITH THEM. WITH MY FACE PRESSED TO THE DIRTY FLOOR, YOU SMACK MY ASS AND YOU WATCH IT JIGGLE AND SHAKE. "EXPLAIN YOURSELF, YOUNG LADY" YOUR VOICE DRIPPING WITH DEBAUCHERY. I'M QUIETLY SOBBING FROM SHAME AND A LITTLE FEAR. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO DO TO ME. “I WAS....HORNY” IS MY MEEK RETORT. “MAKE IT DANCE, SLUT. ENTERTAIN YOUR MASTER.” YOU COMMAND. I QUICKLY OBLIGE. SLOWLY, CAREFULLY, I PROP MYSELF UP ON MY SHOULDERS AND I BRACE MYSELF WITH MY TOES AGAINST THE RAISED TILE. AS MY THIGH MUSCLES TIGHTEN AND STRETCH YOU WATCH MY ASS JIGGLE UP AND DOWN, INCHES FROM YOUR FACE AS YOU STOOP OVER ME. YOU CATCH A WHIFF OF MY SCENT, SWEET AND CREAMY-IT HAS ALWAYS REMINDED YOU OF MAPLE SYRUP. "IF YOU WERE HORNY, YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!” YOU EXCLAIM AS YOU KNEEL BEHIND ME AND UNBUTTON YOUR PANTS. YOUR THICK, CUT COCK EMERGES FROM ...