I’m not entirely sure why but my posts keep getting removed so I’m posting this again in hope it will stay as I’m rather proud of my writing ;)
Thinking back can lead to my thighs rubbing, my heart bounding and my pussy aching but it’s always fun to share ;)
A soft cool breeze caressed the curve of my breasts as I sat languidly under the trees, the leaves tussling sweetly above me in the large oak. The heat suppressing itself upon me as I longed to be naked here in public with humidity and grass as my only coverage. But alas I was clothed sitting beside my old master my head determined not to look back into his eyes knowing my heart bounding would give me away.
His hands found my waste, wrapping his large hands around me feeling how much I curved in and out my bottom protruding out from a tight skirt. My top hardly covered my nipples and he moaned staring down at the teasing angle of my breasts. His beard ran along my neck and his hands caressed the tip of my pierced nipple making me moan slightly leaning my head back to his bidding.
He teased me with his rough beard along my earlobe, a tongue lapping lightly at it and sighing deeply into me senses. I felt my body relax under his will, telling me I’ve been a filthy slut for teasing him this evening, not even flashing him as he had hoped.
I giggled slightly pushing my body gently against him as his other hand pulled open my top finally revealing his prize. The sun was beating high in the sky and although we were alone there were plenty of dog walkers and passers by who could have spotted our pleasure. It made it more enticing, his hands crept up my skirt and found my pantless pussy. He groaned deeply into my neck kissing and biting me I could feel his building pleasure behind me, his gift hardening under my moans.
I leaned my body against his even more, feeling him between my cheeks and revealing my soaking tights more openly to him.
“Dirty girl”
I smiled, reaching my hand around to feel him hard in my hands, running my fingers along his curvature knowing he was wanting to be free. Hands roughly clasped harder, slapping my thigh as they did so and moaning my name into my collar bone.
A mouth pressed down upon mine and my open kiss returned his own, my tongue wrapping itself around his knowing we were both aching to take our pleasure. He impatiently pulled my tights down and I turned to face him plunging my own hands to his treasure wanting so badly to take him fully in my mouth.
There wasn’t time here, kissing passionately I pushed my body close to his and began moving my hands to return the rhythm he had begun between my soaking pussy lips. My cries were uncontrollable, his moans were turning me on so much, knowing I was giving him pleasure but always wanting more.
He flicked and played with me and although I cried in such pleasure that he hushed me, my mounting orgasm kept bubbling away. Not my masters though, I had hurt him with my eagerness and although I wanted to take him hard inside me against the tree I instead kept spitting on my hands, holding him firm in my grasp and running them up and down until I could feel his body weakening.
I moaned for him, moving my body up and down so he could see my breasts bouncing infront of him then I could feel him explode, his body trembled his cries rang out into the sunny sky birds flying away from the trees. His cum was all over me, my chest, arms, legs, hands I licked one of my fingers indulging in his taste wanting to clean him off but his body was too wound up to allow me.
I had hurt him slightly with my eagerness to please but I had never felt more proud of myself.
“There’s a good slut” he whispered looking deep into my eyes and smirking, I smirked back looking up through my lashes and licking my lips.
“Next time, you’ll cum in my mouth, then you can call me a good slut”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o3btjm/mf_public_masturbation_two_can_play_at_that_game