The Game Of Perversion - Sex Stories

The Game Of Perversion

... became more agitated, looking around as if she were looking for someone. Ivone withdrew her finger and closed her legs.She pretended to be interested in the new biography of Simone de Beauvoir that she had bought before reaching the coffee shop.Three meters away, she heard the sound of cutlery and plates being pushed across the table. She didn't dare to look at what happened. Followed the discussion with her ears as she leafed through the book. Until she heard a single word in the jealous young woman's voice.

"Merde!"

Ivone heard the dragging of chairs and the hurried tread of the girl's boot. She looked up, holding the page of the book between her fingers. The man looked frightened, his eyes bulging, his mouth open, even his hair disheveled.

One of the waitresses blocked her view of the man. Another prey that had escaped her, that's what she thought. But she turned her eyes just enough and the new figure continued to stare at her in the same way as before, like a mannequin at Madame Tussauds.

In fact, it resembled someone she knew, with its short, white hair. The figure wore a black coat with high Louis Vuitton collars. She slowly removed her from Oakley sunglasses. A smile between cynical and Machiavellian marked her face.

The bright red lipstick and blush highlighted her cheeks. They stared at each other. Ivone felt her breasts swell. A new prey, she thought, a new game of perversion. All was not lost.

The mature woman tucked her black gloves into her ...

... Gucci bag. Ivone shifted her chair a few inches, just enough for the elegant woman to be in full view. Leafing through the book, she spread her legs to reveal her pussy. The figure moved her mouth as if to speak.

"Wow!"

Ivone laughed, pretending to be interested in the photo of a young Simone, her hair braided around her head, a cigarette dangling carelessly from her mouth.

The other rested her chin on the fingers of her closed hand as if waiting for a sharp gesture from the abused woman in front of her.

Ivone sucked down the creamy milkshake, her heart pounding, while people in the coffee shop chatted and laughed. No one saw or knew that she was offering herself to the watchful eyes of the new character. A new hunted.

She bit her finger and the chic figure took a deep breath, anticipating the gesture. Ivone slipped her hand under her short skirt, pulled up the fabric, and her secret emerged like a beautiful rose. Her pussy pulsed and sweated.

Ivone inhaled and felt the back of her neck tremble. Her hard nipples poked through the floral blouse. She looked around and slid her finger in, just as discreetly, in her center.

Her ruby grew brighter, redder, hotter. The other bit her lips and tapped her fingers alternately on the table. As if playing a piano, as if fingering someone's vagina.

Ivone's greedy lips bit into her finger. Ivone could feel her juices flowing. She opened her mouth and slowly felt the orgasm pulsing in her uterus. That up her spine until ...