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What Lies Beneath
Date: 2/24/2017, Categories: BDSM Fetish, Sex Humor, Author: qudduse
... nothing like this, about real people doing it. "Your show is on." he said, gesturing towards the TV. "Finish your story." she said, turning off the TV with the remote without even looking at it. "What did you do?" "I took her home, then I came home myself." he said, blushing. "Do you remember the other night when you asked me to hurry up in the bathroom?" She giggled again. "I knew that's what you were doing!" her eyes sparkling, but then she sobered up. "I just didn't know why. I'm sorry, Marcus. I didn't know..." "Just promise me one thing, Miranda." he asked. "Promise me you won't be one of them, leading a guy on and getting him all hot and bothered, then shutting him down. Promise me you'll never do that to someone? It's horribly cruel..." "What did she do you you? What happens if you don't get to... finish?" "It kinda hurts a little, mostly it's just really uncomfortable until I can...take care of myself." he said, blushing. "I promise, Marcus, what she did to you... I'll never do that to anyone." Miranda bit her lip. "Marcus? There's just one thing I don't know..." "What is it, Miranda? A smart girl like you has a question?" She cleared her throat nervously. "You said some girls only went partway and s-sucked on it." "Yeah, that's the best ending to a date there is." he sighed, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "I think I ...
... might like that better than going all the way." "How do they... I mean, what's it li-" Miranda stuttered. Marcus looked over at her. "Do they like doing it? That's one subject the books aren't very clear on. I don't know how it's done." "Do you really want the answer to that question, Miranda?" he asked her in his strongest voice. "You really want me to answer that question for you?" She met his gaze and wet her lips nervously. "Yes." she whispered. "Are you going to do everything I tell you to do? That's what you want, isn't it?" "I..." she licked her lips again. "I don't know. It's naughty..." "Stand up." Marcus said. He looked her up and down. She looked relieved as she complied, happy to have the choice taken away from her, but then, as his eyes lingered on her, she wished she'd worn more. All she had on was an extra large T-shirt and her panties, and she felt shy as he stared.. "Are you wearing a bra, Miranda?" he finally asked her. "No, I never do. They aren't big enough for me to need one yet, but they're growing." she said, blushing. "Let me see them." he told her. "Show me your tits." She looked at him, shocked. "Marcus, you're my b*****r!!" she whispered. "I... shouldn't." "Do what I say." he ordered. "Take off your shirt and show them to me." "Ohh, this is so naughty." she whispered, sliding one arm out of the sleeve. ...