Marital Status in Limbo - Sex Stories

Marital Status in Limbo

... cunt. A bona fide lonely slut, you're so lucky to meet me." Katrina feels tears on her face at my words. I am not a slut. Sluts are bad girls. People at work call Gloria a slut. But she always says she chooses whom she has sex with, she doesn't just have sex with anybody. I am not a slut. John is taking advantage of me. But in the car she is doing what I wanted. For some reason she can't stop it. In the car, I move my hand from her hip to her tummy. She had a simple pullover on. Soon I'm prodding at her breasts. " Ha," I chuckled. " False advertising, Katrina. You trying to make me believe you have bigger tits? How much padding have you got in there. She feels humiliated. There is no way she is going to tell me why she wore so much padding in her bra. But even through the padding she feels me pressing her breast, squeezing her nipple. It is like fire on her skin, like my fingers are scorching her through the clothes. " Take the jeans off. I want to see your cunt before we get to my place." I took my hand away from her then. She sees my hand clearly then for the first time. I had large hands and my fingers are thick and nobby. I can probably hold both her hands in one of mine. She could have just sat there, non-compliant. Instead she slips her black joggers off, lifting herself up and begins pushing her jeans down. When she has one leg free the overhead light for her side of my car came on. I did it. She lifts a hand to turn it off but I said, " Leave it on. I want to see ...

... your cunt. Now, get rid of the panties as well." She looks down. Her new pink lace panties had stayed on. When she pushes her other leg out of her jeans she lifts her hips again so she can take her panties off easily. " Give them here," I said. It is the only time she didn't do what I said that night. She put her panties in her jeans. I didn't worry about it any more though. " What a nice cunt," I observed. " Do you keep it shaved?" She knew she was blushing. Her whole body feels tense. She thinks her muscles are taut everywhere and she knows her breathing is deeper. She is thankful that she still has her pullover on. Her husband always said he loved watching my breasts when I was breathing like that. The only thing she can do is pretend it isn't happening, that she isn't sitting in a virtual stranger's car showing me her pussy. She closed her eyes. As for my question about shaving herself, how could she answer that. No, she wouldn't tell me anything. Such personal details are for her estranged husband only. She expected that I would return my hand to her leg. She gasps and opened her eyes to see when she did feel my hand again. My hand had not been touching her while she took her jeans off. Then I returned it and is cupping her pussy. " Well, your lips are swollen. Nice and puffy." She feels herself blushing now, knew that the heat in her face meant that it, her neck and chest are going a deep red. As my fingers press along her labia she is getting more and more turned on. She ...