The Kitchen Karaoke Incident - Sex Stories

The Kitchen Karaoke Incident

... threw myself into the role-playing scenario I’d conjured to cover my childish idiocy. I began fingering myself as he put the car into gear.

“Like it? No. I love it.”

“How many times do you think I can make myself cum before we’re there?”

“It’s only two miles down the road.”

I furiously fucked my needy cunt, using three fingers of my other hand to rub my clit. “Three it is.”

He drove slowly, his eyes more on my masturbating body than the road. IN just a few minutes, only long enough for me to reach one orgasm and feel a second one begin to build, he pulled into a gas station and convenience store.

“Follow me,” he said with joviality.

The way he spoke was neither commanding nor pleading; it was, however, compelling. It wasn’t that I was submissive, although I sometimes enjoyed that. It was more as if following his lead to maximum enjoyment. While I mentally scolded myself for being so pliable, I eagerly followed him—not just because he’s sexy as fuck and his butt is amazing.

Inside, there was a surprising number of customers. Two cashiers staffed the counter, and six or so other people milled about, shopping in the aisles. My boyfriend approached the counter, talked and laughed with the doe-eyed, young woman behind it, and charmed her into flirting with him. I grabbed a nice bottle of wine, hefting it like a club, impure, violent thoughts running through my head. I saw him hand her some cash, and then he turned and approached me.

His hand held a ...

... gaudy, plastic ring. It had gold-looking plating, and the plastic center stone was so big that it looked like a multifaceted light bulb. Right in the middle of the store, he got down on one knee in front of everybody and held out the ring as if proposing. The love-struck cashier "oohed" and "aahed" over his gesture, and I felt my heart shatter into a glittery powder of romantic bliss.

Smiling up at me, his lips doing that roguish, crooked smile that weakens my knees and makes my pussy flow like a faucet, he delicately took my hand, peeled off the electrical tape, and slid the gaudy piece of plastic bling onto my finger. My mind and body reacted by dialing my lust up to infinity, and my soul melted.

“Now you can pretend properly,” he stated. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

My vision blurred due to tears, but I became aware of light applause and a few cell phones pointed at us. My boyfriend jumped up, took me into his arms, and gave me a passionate, romantic kiss while the others watched. In the middle of our embrace, his hand dropped between our bodies, crept under my coat, and massaged my engorged clit. A passionate moan was my only response, followed by forcefully grabbing his arms and pulling him outside.

As soon as we got into the car, I opened my coat and pulled the T-shirt up over my tits, exposing myself to whoever wanted to look. People were looking, watching, and leering, but that only made it hotter. My left hand plunged between my steaming thighs as he pulled ...