Sorry there’s been a gap between the stories! Had some crappy stuff happen in the past week but thinking back to a better time has helped me somewhat. Anyhow here’s the next installment of my experiences at Sweet Wednesday! Hope you enjoy
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The Introduction
The Preparation
Intoxication
Invasion
“Hey sugar, told ya I knew every girl that cums here!” Bob smiled at me, and took me gently by the chin, pulling me in close for a kiss, his beard tickling my lips slightly. He pulls back, holds up his hand, and turns the condom over above my face, I open my mouth and let him slide it out over my lips and on my tongue, I swallow it and lick my lips clean, savouring the salty tang of his load, my mind going 1000mph as I think about what I’ve just done. I make my excuses and head towards the bathroom, needing to freshen up and reapply my makeup.
I find my way to the downstairs toilet, it’s dark and dingy, and unisex, so anyone can walk in at any point. I shut myself in a cubicle and look in the mirror hanging slightly lopsided on the wall. “Fuck, I look a right fucking state” I say to myself, studying my slightly bedraggled look in the mirror. My hair was sticking out in weird places, my dress had hitched up a lot and had a couple of splashes of cum on it, my stockings were laddered and my makeup was smudged by a mixture of sweat, tears and cum, I looked like a freshly fucked hooker, and I was kinda ok with it! I cleaned myself up as best as I could, re-did my lipstick and ran my fingers through my hair until it laid flat again, and finally reached up under my dress and pulled off my panties, my sticky load still glistening inside them.
*Thump thump thump* a fist goes on the cubicle door, making me jump.
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“You in there Flick?” A familiar voice shouts out, I guess Amber is done being fucked for now. I open the cubicle door to her, she steps in and closes the door behind her, and pulls me close, hands immediately reaching under my dress. Her warm embrace is comforting, but also sparking something else in me. After a moment passes, I tenderly kiss her, just to the side of her mouth. She turns her he’s slightly and kisses me back, on the lips, I kiss back, more urgent this time, we open our mouths and start kissing harder, tongues weaving in and out, dancing around eachother. Instinctively, my hand reaches forward and grips her hard cock, and I start jerking it, a fast rhythm, stoking her up into a frenzy. She pulls apart from the kids and leans her head back, and lets out a moan, closing her eyes. I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around the head, still pumping my fist. She wraps my hair around her fingers and pulls me down onto her, forcing herself into my mouth and then my throat, she pumps her hips, fucking my face. I grip her arse, trying not to gag. After a few thrusts she throws her head back and lets out a loud “oooohhhhhh” as she pumps faster.
“I’m….. Gonna….. Cummmmm” as she says the last word she spasms, and her cock shoots the first spurt of her load down my throat, I pull back, gagging slightly, as the second and third jets of thick creamy cum paint the inside of my mouth, I swallow quickly, before she finishes with a couple of smaller shots on my tongue. I stand up and pull her back in for a kiss, sliding the last of her load into her mouth. She swallows it, and we kiss a final time before pulling back apart.
“Look at you you’re a fucking mess” she states after a couple of minutes.
“Well I had just cleaned myself up before you came along!” I laughed, looking at my freshly ruined makeup in the mirror.
We head out of the toilet and back to the main room, I make my excuses and go to the cloakroom to grab my bag quickly, and rush upstairs as fast as I can, trying not to make eye contact with anyone as I head back to the dressing area. The lights are brighter up here and as I sit down infront of a mirror I notice just how bad my makeup was, or what was left of it anyway! I take a couple of wet wipes and proceed to take it all off, and use a couple more on my caged clitty and my slightly throbbing hole, freshening myself up. I reapply my makeup, ensuring I use a waterproof mascara and eye liner this time, and don’t bother with the gloss over my lips this time. I pack myself up and head back downstairs, and as I’m crossing the bar, I spy Adam over by the pool table.
“Hey, Felicity, isn’t it?” He beckons me over and I accept, strutting across the room in my heels over to where he was relaxing with a beer.
“Hey gorgeous, how’s your day been so far?” He asks me, and flashes me that perfect smile again. He smells like a fucking Hugo Boss advert too, I groan internally, DON’T FUCK THIS UP!
“Oh you know, it’s been ok so far” I reply.
He leans in and whispers “I saw you earlier in that room, looked like it was more than just ‘ok’ to me”
Ah shit, so he knows I’m a fucking whore.
“Oh, you saw that. Ummm yeah haha…. Oh God. Ermm, well I guess I best be off then….” I stammer a reply, and turn to leave
“No wait!” He grabs me by the arm and pulls me back round to face him. “I found it so hot watching you. I wanted to join in but you were fully occupied at the time. I love girls in chastity by the way, have you ever had a key holder at all?”
I look at him warily. “no” I reply. “I’m my own key holder”
“Well if you ever need one, keep me in mind. I have to leave now but I hope to bump into you again” he hands me a card with his name and phone number on it.
“Text me when you get home, I’ll be up, and we can talk more about that pretty little cage of yours.” He gets up and leans in and kisses me just under my ear. “I’d love to own a dirty little slut like you” he whispers, and I can’t help but moan slightly and bit my bottom lip. “So be a good girl and text me, ok?”
And with that he smiled and left. My mind was reeling, I didn’t know what to think, for me chastity had always been about me being in control of my own dick and making sure others couldn’t touch it, not relinquishing control to someone else and not having access myself! I wandered over to the bar and ordered another drink, rosé wine this time, and gathered my thoughts.
After a few minutes Amber reappears from downstairs and, spying me at the bar, saunters over to me and squeezes my now sore butt hello
“Hey babe, I got your plug still, want me to put it in you now?” She giggles and holds it up for all to see roadin the bar. I blush and snatch it out of her hand, stuffing it into my handbag.
“You wanna hang out with me and a couple of guys tonight? I’ve got a hotel room down the road, it’s going to be a lot of fun”
Oh God, a whole night of drinking and fucking in a hotel with another girl and 2 studs? My mind races through a bunch of graphic situations, each one crazier and more erotic than the last
“Umm yeah sure” I hear myself say as my inner self screams “FUCK YEAH”
“Good, here, take this shot, you’re gonna need it” as she hands me yet another tequila…
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