Finn BBC Cuck Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Finn BBC Cuck Pt. 01

... the private life of their former prime minister, Sanna Marin. At the time, Sini remembered thinking the former PM should've acted with more dignity and decorum. Given her own recent enlightenment, Sini grew to appreciate the former PM's rebellious streak and refusal to conform. She wondered if the whole debate wasn't somehow a metaphor for her own recent internal struggles.

The whole time, Davu was silent, but Sini felt the weight of his stare the whole time. It made her uncomfortable. And excited.

Later on, a few folks started playing music on guitar, and almost everyone came together to dance.

"Sini, you must join us. It'll be fun," Arja insisted.

"I was born with two left feet, as they say," Sini replied.

Notably, Davu also refused. "I strained my calf at the gym earlier," he explained.

"You're a pair of rotten tomatoes," Arja complained playfully as she turned to join her friends in dancing and merriment about 50 feet away.

"Were you hoping we'd end up alone?" Davu's deep voice asked.

Sini grew nervous as he took a seat next to her.

"I don't know what you mean," she replied, her voice belying her apprehension.

"You seemed to enjoy watching last weekend. Did you see something you like?" Davu casually remarked.

"It was highly inappropriate what you were doing back there. Anyone could have walked by and seen you." Sini tried to sound indignant, but her tone was unconvincing.

"We were hiding out of sight in the shadows. Besides, no one ...

... else but you happened by."

"Still, anyone could have happened by," Sini protested.

"And it just happened to be you. I noticed, you couldn't take your eyes off my - " Davu said as his eyes pointed down to his crotch. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you wish it was you getting bent over getting fucked in that back alley instead of Arja."

"That's ridiculous. I'm a married woman."

"Stop lying to yourself. And me."

"You think you're God's gift to women," Sini accused.

"Aren't I?"

Sini tried to look offended, but she was shaking. In fear. Of her own desires.

"What do you think is going to happen?" Sini replied, trying a different tact. "That we'll just waltz off into the woods, and I'd spread my legs for you."

"You said it, not me."

"And what would Arja think of that?"

"I don't know. What would your husband think?" Davu countered.

"What am I? Just another conquest to you? Another notch on your belt?"

"As if I'm anything more than that to you?"

Sini fell silent.

"I see the way you look at me," Davu continued. "I know that look. Maybe you don't want to admit it. Maybe you're ashamed of it. See, that's where I admire Arja. She'll call me her boyfriend. She's out front about it."

"She's single and free. I'm married. His family, my family. They would not understand," Sini quietly replied.

"You keep telling yourself that," Davu smirked. "Think how that makes me feel. Now I ain't gonna lie. You're built real fine. I bet them titties ...