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"I'd like to watch you masturbate. Standing in front of me, with your legs spread. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you with your fingers in your cunt. Would you like that?"

"Oh my god, yes."

"mmmm...or on your hands and knees, one hand underneath you, rubbing your clit. My fingers pulling your lips apart, probing your wet pussy, maybe pushing a finger into your ass. How would that be? If I put a finger deep into your ass while you masturbated?"

"please, yes"

"What's that? Please?"

"Yes, please."

"Please what?"

"Please, put your fingers in my ass."

"You like that? You like to have something in your ass?"

"oh, yes. I do."

"Are you on your bed now with your legs spread?"

"Yes."

"Have you taken your pants and panties off?"

"Yes."

"Are you masturbating?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good girl."


I'm such a good girl. Dripping and plunging my fingers in and out of my cunt while this lovely man tells me how dirty I am. Pushes me in all the directions I want to go. Tells me about the spanking I get for being so slutty. Describes his cock driving into me with my legs around his neck while he pinches my nipples within an inch of their puckered lives. Relentlessly whispering naughtiness into my ear while my fingers dance over my clit, faster and harder. Frenzied. I come hard, for him.

We try for a moment to talk about other things, but before long we're both stroking again. He tells me how hard his cock is. How his hand strokes up and down, his damp, pre-cum covered hand.

"Would you like to watch me stroke my cock?"

"Yes. I like to watch."

"That turns you on?"

"mmmmm...."

"Would you like me to fuck your mouth? Push my cock deep into your throat with my hand in your hair?"

"please..."

"Masturbate while I fuck your mouth. I want you to touch yourself while you suck my cock."

He likes to watch. He says he makes all his lovers masturbate for him. I have no problem with this at all. In fact, this feels very compatible. Like a good fit. My hand on my pussy, his cock in my mouth.

I come again, for him. I'm such a good girl.

We meet on Sunday. Drinks and some dinner, then off to his house to play. He suggests that maybe, while we're in the restaurant, he would ask me to put a finger in my cunt and then push my finger into his mouth, so he could taste me. Other diners would see me put my finger in his mouth, he says.

"You would make me do that?"

"Oh yes."

We meet on Sunday.



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