Miss Goody Two Shoes - Sex Stories

Miss Goody Two Shoes

... We even shared a little laugh. I bit my lip for him now, and feigned a little nervousness. The white panties made me do it! I loved them for it! And if he really did spunk now, before I get my fill, I'd only have myself to blame. I straddled his lap now, my legs wide open. I looked down at the growing wet spot on my knickers and said in my best fuck me voice, "Have a look at how wet you're making me!" The truth of the matter was that I was making me wet. I was turning us both on. But he was my audience, so I couldn't do it without him. He accidentally did something good now. His face was overcome with this bewilderment. It was almost childlike as his mouth opened and his eyes took in the outline of my cunt lips through the thin white cotton. His fingers reached out without his permission and touched me, tentatively, as if he were discovering a new toy. I rather liked the idea of being somebody's toy and if he was willing to play, as well as giving me what stood proudly, seeking attention. I wouldn't argue. Even Miss Goody Two shoes couldn't argue with that! You can call me a filthy cunt all you like if you're pulling on my clit, probing me, opening my labia, and all whilst looking at me like a child who has just been handed his first ice-cream. I thought, and then I stood up and slid the only things between his willingness and my cunt, right down my legs. I opened my legs around him and brazenly opened my cunt lips wide. The scent of my desire, undeniable. I rubbed a ...

... finger across myself, scooping up some juices as I went, then I sucked on my finger hungrily. Immediately I went back for more, and rubbed my juices all over his face, leaving my scent on him. "You're fucking unreal!" he said, and I tried not to smile smugly. I failed. "Now fucking play with me, please!" I added, because I've always been polite, and filthy. "Ohh my fuckin..." he lost his words mid sentence as his fingers delved into me. As he discovered the wetness that along with my voice, begged him, urged him to explore. My head thrown back now in abandonment, his fingers taking advantage where they could. His fingers weren't practiced but they were keen. I'd always been a fan of avidness and he was proving to be less selfish than I'd imagined. In fact, he was proving to be quite the giver under my command. "Harder!" I cried wildly now, my face unrecognisable in comparison to the one he'd met just a few hours ago. Miss Goody Two Shoe's proverbial clit was swelling as we accepted the fate that was our growing orgasm. "Yes, fucking yesss!! Finger fuck my cunt til it squirts!" I howled. He wondered as he stepped it up a gear, if in a minute, he might actually hurt me. "Fucking hurt it!" I screamed as if I might have read his mind. Harder and faster now, he caused a noise to escape my throat, one I have no control over. The tone of it rising in pitch as I began to lose control of myself. My fluids spraying us both, splashing the couch and the wall behind him as he worked it ...