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Happy Hour 1 by LewdLucy
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Happy Hour by LewdLucy
Part 1 of 2
I'm Ba-a-a-a-c-k!
Those who know me know I write rather extreme strories,
involving toilet sex and other such delightful diversions. If
this is not your cup of tea... Please just pass this by. It is not
for the meek.
I couldn't believe it was all in me. Not that he was gigantic
or anything, it was just the idea of the fat cock being pushed
all the way up there. My eyes were no longer tearing now, I
just stayed in that one position, my ass stuck way up in the
air, letting him have my ass, as I drooled onto the bed sheet.
It felt like I was emptying my bowels only they never
emptied, it was like a perpetual shit!. My anal ring stretched
painfully, expecting whatever was causing the discomfort to
pass and allow it to close, but it wasn't allowed to close.
I looked back over my shoulder, Mark kneeling behind me,
waiting, having stretched me mercilessly, he waited. He was
hard as a rock, you know, the way they get when the mind
fuck is as strong as the physical. He was totally taken with
my submissivness. Far more then he expected to be just hours
before at the restaurant.
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I was sitting at the bar, waiting for Kelly, a girl I work with,
when I started a conversation. It was an easy give and take
thing, no one coming on too strong or anything. When from
out of nowhere my little nasty streak popped into my brain.
My little cunt was drooling and I wasn't even aware of being
horny yet!
I got up from the bar stool and started for the ladies room,
stopped, walked back next to his stool and looked at him,
locking eyes, testing, searching, wondering if something lewd
could come of our meeting.
I stood up on my tip toes, putting my lips right next to his ear.
"I'll be right back", I whispered with a grin, "I have to pee".
I lingered on the last word, slowly changing the word to
"pissss" as I whispered, keeping my mouth close to his ear.
His eyes opened with the pleasant surprise of unexpected
flirtation. He turned bar stool, facing away from the bar and
towards me, and I took the occasion to rub my cunt against
his knee lightly, but persistently, grinning as I did. Then,
turned and walked to the ladies room.
Closing the door, I was shaking a mile a minute. I felt so
fuckin hot! I closed the door and pulled up my skirt and slip,
yanked down my panty hose and panties and sat down.
Leaning forward, I saw just how slimy wet the crotch of my
panties were, the dark oily film sitting on top of the fabric,
inviting my finger to rub circles in it and bring it to my
mouth. Mmmmmmm.
I pissed. Wet and loud, enjoying the sound of my flow hitting
the water. Loving the hot dribbles on the lips of my little
cunt. As the flow stopped, I pushed my hand down, rubbing
my fingers is the residue, pleasantly surprised by the think,
almost rubbery build up of lube between my lips. I pushed
three fingers in deeply, coating them bringing them back to
my mouth, sniffing, kissing my fingers lenthwise, coating my
lips with my own dewey lipstick. I rubbed my fingers all
around the area of my lips. My smell was really strong, ripe,
they way I like it. Like when you put you head under the
covers after a good fuck.
I walked back to the bar, reaching up on tip toes to give Mark
an unexpected peck. Then keeping my mouth close to his,
waited until my aroma registered with him. Enjoying watch
his eyes open.
End of Part 1
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