Dog park - Sex Stories

Dog park

... my hair which I brought from the bathroom.

I knelt by her head and held the mirror just above her pussy, angling it so she could see it reflected. Her eyes were riveted to the mirror and she did not react to my proximity.

“Keep it spread and start masturbating.”

Her eyes glued to the mirror, she spread her lips with the fingers of one hand while starting to trace her open slit with a finger of the other. I could see her labia starting to redden as they filled with blood and her pink folds became shiny with her secretions. She folded her knees while keeping her legs spread and settled more comfortably into the pillow beneath her upper back. When she started to rub her clit more vigorously and her hips started to grind slightly, I left her side, set the mirror on the table and sat on the couch across from her. She now threw her head back and her hips movements became more urgent.

“Look at me!”

She raised her head back up and opened her eyes. They widened as she remembered where she was, but soon became unfocused as she returned to concentrating on the touch of her fingers. Her hips started to buck and she was moaning audibly before she reached her peak and closed her legs forcefully, trapping her hand at the juncture between them.

After a while, her legs unclenched and her hips stopped shaking. She slumped back into the pillow and her legs drifted apart. Not spread, but still showing the damp hair covering her lips, still engorged, and exposing the slit ...

... between them. She lay like this for another minute or two before straightening herself. Her legs closed and her eyes found mine. I just smiled at her, stood up and started walking towards the door.

The look in her eyes when she realized I expected her to leave was priceless and she tried to collect herself and dress, but her body and mind were still not fully functional, making her stumble more than once. She was almost out the door before she remembered she had a dog and called fervently to him while I held the door open in a not very subtle sign of dismissal.

“Did you ever put something inside of you?”

She was standing naked on my rug. She just shook her head in reply.

“Not your fingers? Or a dildo? Or a carrot?”

Another shake.

“So, which of these would you like to try today?”

“My fingers?”

Not surprising, really. It must feel more natural than using some foreign object.

“Ok. Then get and your back and fuck yourself with your fingers.”

She lay back and arranged the pillow behind her. She spread her legs and started to tease her pussy. When she started to lubricate, she gently pushed one finger inside of herself. Her face was scrunched with effort, but there was also curiosity at the new sensation. She managed to insert the finger completely and then started to move it back and forth gently.

“Look at me.”

She did so while continuing to frig herself. I raised two fingers. She raised her eyebrows in question.

“Fingers. I said fuck yourself with ...