"Clare" - Chapter 8:- Dating Karen - “A Tent with a View" - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 8:- Dating Karen - “A Tent with a View"

... black panties. Her eyes suddenly awake, wanting.

It may only be our second official date, but I wanted Karen. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the fake cock I was wearing, but I wanted to see my girlfriend cum.

My mouth found hers, and my fingers moved downwards, through her forest of ginger hairs and into her damp folds. I started rubbing her, my mouth now nibbling her neck.

The sudden need to see her cum became all-consuming, my slippery fingers vigorously working her clit; her hairy pussy pushing back against my hand.

She groaned. I marked her neck. It was a small love bite, just like she did to me last night.

Karen was my girlfriend, not Brenda’s and not anyone else’s. She was mine. It was a new feeling as both my mind and my body felt different. I was in control.I was Karen’s top.

Then it happened; I felt her body convulse, my girlfriend’s legs wrapped tightly around me. She wanted me. My fingers were wet; her panties were soaked, and her neck was marked.

Karen was mine!

We broke apart as she recovered. Her eyes opened, and she still wantonly looked at me as I smiled back at her. I had masturbated to Karen to her first cum with someone else. I felt the power, the entitlement. Was it because I had a fake cock between my legs?

It suddenly felt real.

Was this really me? I asked myself as I felt my girlfriend move in my arms.

“Clare, these are yours,” Karen whispered. “They're too wet to wear.”

She had removed her black panties; ...

... they were in her hand, and she passed them to me. As she did so, I had my first true glimpse of her pubic hair. It confirmed, as I had earlier said, that she was truly a ginger.

Karen handed me her damp knickers, and I put them into my jeans pocket and said, “Thank you. I will appreciate them tonight.”

Karen giggled again.

We were well-fed and a little tipsy, and in my case, still very horny.I hadn’t yet cum.

It was at that moment Donna returned and announced it was time to go to Club o-X-o. However, both Karen and I had to do a double take as she was no longer in her chauffeur uniform.

Instead, she was wearing something Madonna could wear on stage during herWho’s That Girl world tour. It was a white basque with black net tights, the bra cups pointy and coned.

Karen and I just sat there staring; I think our mouths were open. We wondered why the change of attire, so I asked the obvious question. That produced another light blue envelope; this one was handed to me by Donna.

It read…Clare, I hope you and Karen enjoyed your meal; I am sure both the view and the company were exquisite. Donna will be escorting at o-X-o as tonight you are there to observe… I know your cunt has a habit of leading you into trouble!It was signed B.

I reluctantly showed the note to Karen, and thankfully, she just shrugged and then giggled. I wasn’t ready to answer any awkward questions about how my pussy had, in the past, led me into trouble.

But the note did bring with it an ...