Barbara's Exposure Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Barbara's Exposure Pt. 09

... said, unlike the heroin addict she wasn't experiencing a diminishing return with each hit. She was experiencing pleasure which appeared to be increasing directly in line with the outrageousness of her behaviour.

Today was about as outrageous as possible, and so her excitement was off he charts. I could see it in her face.

Watching her breathe, her chest rising and falling, the flush in her cheeks and chest and the goose pimples on her arms, I recognised a Barbara who was on the verge of an orgasm. Was this even possible? The furore which her self-inflicted scandal had raised, the disgust and shame it had brought upon her, appeared to be pushing her to a climax.

Yes, it was clear now in the way she was shifting her weight from one foot to the next. I half-expected her to start masturbating, right there and then. With this in mind I thought it wise to usher her off stage. I shut myself off to the cat calling and abuse and grabbed her hand, leading her quickly down the side steps and out of a fire exit, the heavy door slamming behind us and leaving us in relative silence in the back lane.

I tried to pull Babs towards our car, parked only a few metres away. But Babs resisted. She ghosted around me and I found myself engulfed in her, both arms wrapped around my shoulders and one leg hooked around my thighs.

"Dan, I fucking did it! They all know now, everyone!" She said it like she had won an Olympic medal. "Oh Jesus, it feels so amazing. Dan. All of those eyes ...

... on me, all of them watched that video. Christ, I need something, right now. I need a release!" She pulled my hand to her crotch. The material became sodden immediately. She was utterly soaked.

At that time, I was completely conflicted. She hadn't discussed her ridiculous plan with me, as I would have prevented it -- I knew this, and she knew it. I felt totally within my rights to just walk away and leave her there to take the consequences of her actions. Why should I be dragged down with her?

But on the other hand, her cunt was soaking, and her eyes hadn't changed. They looked as beautiful and loving as the first day I kissed her, or when she'd moved in, and I'd watched her filling the wardrobe with her huge range of skimpy outfits.

I'd made up my mind that we had to break up. Everything we'd done was incredible, but it wasn't sustainable. My long-term girlfriend would fuck anything with a cock. That's not normal. It had been fun while it lasted, but I had to move on now.

But those eyes. They told me that she was mine. I could do anything I wanted to her, with her, whenever I chose. I'd never seen that look in her eyes for anyone but me. For the other men she was a vixen, a panther. For me she was an angel, a delicate, beautiful flower. And that wet cunt...

Was I that shallow? Perhaps I was. But I allowed her hand to continue rubbing the front of my trousers, feeling my cock which was, predictably, like iron whilst I considered what to do next.

"I guess I ...