Romote Control - Sex Stories

Romote Control

... reached a shattering, screaming orgasm he came too, his hot cum splashing into her throbbing cunt. Hot and sweaty she looked up at to the crowd of onlookers. Most of them had cum too and were stroking shrinking dicks or tucking cum soaked handkerchiefs into their pockets. Her lover pulled his still semi erect cock from her cunt with an audible squelch and slowly, still a little shaky from the shattering orgasm she had just experienced, she stood and brushed her little skirt back into place. "Thanks", she said to her black lover and kissed him playfully, before turning and walking out the door. Back in the car she held her head in her hands and wept. Her emotions were so screwed up she didn't know why she was crying. She felt ashamed about what she had done and what had driven her to act like such a slut. But that shame was tinged with excitement, she had enjoyed being fucked by a stranger in public and this worried her, what had the mysterious person controlling her emotions so well unleashed in her. Was she really a tart, or just a submissive girl? She drove home still in tears, trying to come to terms with her emotions. As she walked into her apartment she felt a trickle of cum slide down her leg and she started sobbing harder. A few hours later she was lying in bed trying to sl**p. A long bath and several glasses of wine had settled her a little but she could not get the sense of excitement she had felt out of her mind. She was ashamed of what she had done, but at the ...

... same time she felt a desire to repeat the strong emotions of the day. She couldn't help but raise her legs and explore inside her cunt for any remaining cum, just to get the smell of him. With one hand under her nose smelling his spunk and the other squeezing and stroking her clit she came in seconds, and quickly fell asl**p. The next morning she stood in front of her wardrobe staring at the contents. She had laid a long business skirt out on the bed but could not bring herself to wear it. Eventually she slipped on a very short mini-skirt and threw her knickers back in the drawer. She liked the feeling of her shaven cunt being exposed under her skirt, she thought, and it would do no harm. The next few days were agony. There were no text messages. She longed for some instruction, something that would bring back the thrill she felt when she was fucked in public at the porn store. The disgust she felt at the time was banished from her mind by the intense desire the memory invoked. She wore her skirt without knickers every day and walked the office boldly when braless, her large tits bouncing around under her tight tops, making her nipples erect and sending waves of need down to her naked cunt. She mostly resisted the urge to play with herself for fear that she would be abandoned. She limited her brief masturbations to toilet times when she knew she was unobserved. She then quickly lifted one foot onto the toilet pan and slid her two fingers into her soaking wet cunt, pumping ...