Puppeteer, Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Puppeteer, Chapter 1

... from his matted hair. Throughout he never said a word, just smiled down at me in contentment, legs spread wide to allow me easy access.

When I had cleaned all traces of cum, I kissed the tip of his cock – stiff once more – and spoke to it:

“Maybe again some time. But not tonight;” and then tucked him back in, zipped and buckled his pants.

The look on my mark’s face was enough to tell me how much he had enjoyed the experience. His buddy, the Alpha, might have expected this kind of treatment, in the right environment, but this was new for my man, and I could see that he fully appreciated the gift.

Rocking back on my heels, I tugged the dress up over my boobs, and stood up. I watched his eyes devour my bare, dripping pussy in the moments before I finally pulled the hem down again (although perhaps not far enough to fully block the view of anyone sitting).

“Thanks, Handsome; I had fun. See ya around,” I said, and turned to go.

Before actually walking away, I briefly looked around the alcove, a saucy smile on my face. The other three men, and both women, had their attention riveted on me; I could tell that had been the case throughout my little adventure. Two of the men, and one of the women had their hands at their own crotch – and the Alpha had his hand between the legs of the other woman. I held his stare for a moment, and winked. Then I finally stepped away from the alcove.

I could see that quite a few nearby patrons had clearly also been watching – and ...

... they stared at me now.

Sarah’s consciousness had long since been reduced to a whimpering mess. She knew she wasn’t drunk, and couldn’t comprehend why she had done what she had done. To a substantial extent, her mind was broken. Now I faded back into her mind, letting her resume control of her body. She stumbled in her heels, clutching the dress over her breasts. Realization filled her that she was in control again, although her mind could not fully grasp that she had ever lost control – she could only believe that

she

somehow was responsible for what she had done. Her hand covered her mouth at the thought – and felt drops of cum lingering on her lips and cheek. Franticly she wiped them away, and then remembered her disarray. Her hands tugged her dress lower, but it would only go so far without pulling off her boobs, and it would never be enough to hide the drips down her inner thigh. Sarah’s panic rose again, somehow heightened now that she had agency once more. Her panties were gone; she dimly remembered that. Everyone was staring. Staring at a slut. She had reveled in being a tease, but at the same time had always looked down on ‘easy’ girls. She had to get away. The panic grew to almost overwhelm her. Riding in the back of her mind the feeling for me was almost orgasmic.

Sarah started to stumble for the exit. As she made her way through the crowd, we could see men starting to move towards her. Somehow, they

didn’t

look like they just wanted to comfort ...