Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

... to the labia of her bald pussy. The red lines emphasised them in a strangely unattractive fashion.

Judy was beckoning. "Alice, have you met Angelo and his lovely wife Sharon before?"

Alicia was certain that she hadn't met them.

Judy introduced her to their hosts; Sharon continued to cling to her husband's arm and glared haughtily at Alicia as if she were a challenger. The way that Angelo looked her up and down made even Alicia feel uncomfortable and she could understand any insecurities his wife suffered from, however he soon turned away and returned to playing the part of the magnanimous host, dispensing jovialities and refreshments around the room.

Meanwhile Sharon sashayed around the room, her heavy breasts swinging as if they would make her fall over if she went around a corner too fast.

Danny reappeared, "So you've met the One-Armed Bandit." He paused before continuing, "Because she's a human slot machine and he's too dumb to see it. Legend has it that she swipes his credit card across her fanny every day to keep her in the style she's accustomed to.

"He's the main guy who runs the organisation. We need to blend in, otherwise people will be wondering what we're doing here." The detective nodded towards a group of people chatting. Alicia noticed that a woman was wearing a deeply plunging dress that had fallen to the side to expose her left breast.

"How about we do something to look natural? Take a seat here." There was a soft chair placed in the ...

... centre of the room.

Suddenly the detective was on his hands and knees on the floor, moving her knees apart. He was now staring at her bald pussy from only a few inches away. She was exposed to his gaze, acting like a whore touting for business and letting the punter examine the goods. "I'll eat you out while we talk, that way we won't raise suspicions."

"Are you sure?"

"It would be rude not to. My pleasure entirely, I can assure you." He moved even closer, "Thick thighs may save lives, but I tell you, those thigh-highs will cause my demise."

It never failed. The sensation of warm breath down there always turned her on and she could feel her clitoris extending to meet him.

He was good, she had to give him that. His chin was bristly, rough and scratchy on her tender skin, an unfamiliar sensation there. He started with a slow, gentle stroke of his tongue along the length of her opening, going relentlessly past her clit and finishing at her navel. Then he reversed direction and made his way back down again.

By the time he settled down to a regular rhythm suckling on her clitoris her legs were wide apart with her feet resting on his shoulders.

She was semi-aware of somebody standing alongside her but her faculties were confused. Her breathing raised and she shuddered her way through the orgasm which he gave her with astonishing efficiency.

When she had recovered sufficiently she realised that she didn't even know his real name. In polite circles that would be ...