*I. The Car Ride*
I’m not much of a people person, but having friends does have some benefits.
A friend of mine from way back in high school was in town after dropping his daughter, Amy, off at a local university for her freshman year. His wife had taken his daughter and all her stuff in their SUV, but there was no room for him so he followed up in his little convertible coupe he wanted to show off to me.
I remembered Amy pretty well from the last time I visited him because she showed up to dinner in a very distracting outfit. I never had been so aware of where my eyes were looking in my life for entire that meal. I could be wrong, but it seemed her parents were almost amused by attempts to completely ignore Amy.
So when Joe called me to ask if I wanted to check out his car, I was relieved to hear that his daughter had already been dropped off and was settling in with Mom’s help. He pulled up about fifteen minutes later in a 2014 Porsche Boxster with the top already down so we could enjoy the late August weather.
We caught up briefly and marveled over the speed of time. Then we hopped in the car to take a short drive. Joe and I went to school not too far away, so he was already familiar with some of the beautiful backroads that run through the hilly countryside. Even though I drove on these roads regularly, experiencing them in a German sports car with no roof was an entirely different context.
Then his phone rang. Amy needed a ride to pick up her new iPad from the local electronics chain they ordered from. His wife had already gone back to the hotel and wasn’t feeling well. Joe turned to me and asked if I minded tagging along. We were much closer to her school than my house at this point, so I didn’t even really think about the situation before agreeing.
As we pulled up in front of her dorm, the problem immediately presented itself in the form of a cute 18-year old brunette with a ponytail in very short shorts and a t-shirt with the little knot tied in the front.
“Hey Dad! And Mr. Ellis–this is a surprise!”
I gave a disinterested response and then I realized there was nowhere for Amy to sit–the car had no backseat. I started to get out and Joe grabbed me. “No need to do that–it’s not that far away. You’re not driving this baby, but Amy can just sit in your lap. We’ll just buckle her in over you. She’s really small–you’ll be fine.”
I was completely floored. All I could get out was an “Uhhhhh…” before Amy had opened the door. I released the seat belt and she smiled at me before she plopped down into my lap, her tight little ass nestled exactly where I didn’t want it. She pushed down into me a little as she pulled the seat belt over her body and fastened it with a click that indicated I was about to be in a world of trouble.
Joe smiled at us. “There–you two look comfortable, right?” Amy nodded, her ponytail tickling my nose. “Yes, Dad–we’re good.”
He accelerated and it seemed Amy pushed into my crotch a little harder than was necessary.
We attempted some small talk, but I was so busy concentrating on not getting hard from this pretty teenager sitting in my lap that I didn’t say much. Things were going okay until a car cut us off and Joe had to break hard. I felt Amy moving forward and I instinctively reached up to grab her. As soon as I felt her petite body in my arms and her little hands bracing against my muscular forearms, my erection could no longer be contained.
I heard a little sigh/moan mix emanate from her lips. “Thanks, Mr. Ellis. I thought I was going to take off, but you kept me safe.” Then she wiggled her hips a little against my hard cock. “I really appreciate it.”
As I adjusted myself back into the seat, I was pushing my cock into her before I realized it. Amy lowered her hand against the car door and began rubbing my leg out of view of her father. Then she scooted a little bit forward and then back, aligning my cock so it was perfectly nestled between her small but round ass cheeks.
This new configuration was even more torturous as any movement from the car resulted in my cock being jostled in between Amy’s tight teen ass. I tried not to think about what kind of panties (if any!) separated her shorts from her undoubtedly shaved pussy.
Joe’s phone buzzed and Amy grabbed it. “Um, Dad–we need to make another stop. Mom needs some migraine medicine and there’s a drug store up here on the left.”
Joe grunted, clearly annoyed that his wife hadn’t remembered to pack her pills, but then nodded. “Sure–whatever the queen requires…”
We pulled into the parking lot and I waited for Amy to get up, but she stayed put. “I’m just going to stay here with Mr. Ellis since this should just take a second. I’ve been on my feet all day.” Joe gave a little puzzled look, but walked into the store.
As soon as he was out of view, Amy reached between her legs and felt my length of my shaft with her small hand. “You better come visit me sometime with this big dick, sir. I’ve not been with a boy since prom and I don’t want another one until you put it in me.” She took my hand and guided it into her shorts. I felt the lace tops of some very small panties before she continued pushing me to the expanding wet spot between her thin thighs. “Do you feel how much I want you, Mr. Ellis? Just rub me through my panties for a sec.”
I complied and was greeted by an impossibly tight slit. I dug in until I found her clit and swirled my fabric covered finger tips against it. As I pushed into her, my cock went further between her ass cheeks and I was probably rubbing against her asshole now. She moaned, louder this time. My finger began to feel wetter and she squeezed my arm. “That’s probably enough for now, sir. I’d have trouble being good if we went much further right now.”
I pulled my hand out of shorts and she turned to watch me. She wanted to see how much I wanted that tight teen cunt. I put my fingers in my mouth and savored the muted flavors of Amy they had collected. She started rocking her hips back and forth as she stared at me cleaning off my fingers. “When is the last time a woman made you cum in your pants, sir?”
Laughing, I told her it was probably when I was her age. She leaned back and whispered into my ear, lips touching it, “You’re going to need to reset that counter, Daddy.” With that, she began bouncing on my cock as she started rubbing the head through my pants. I was halfway there before we started, so between her motions and little high pitched squeals it did not take long before I was on edge.
“Mr. Ellis, I’m going to rub my pussy like a little slut over and over again while I think about this. And then what you’re going to do later.” She pushed her hips down into me hard and I noticed the car was shaking now. “Oh my god,” I grunted as I looked up to the sky. “Mmmm…give me that old man cum. Give it to your babygirl.”
I ran my hands up her shirt to feel those firm teen tits one time and ran my fingertips over her nipples. She grabbed my left hand and put my middle finger in her mouth and began to suck it. That was enough. Suddenly, I felt my boxer briefs cling to my warm wetness as I spurted over and over into my clothes.
Amy stopped moving and savored the moment. “I can’t believe you, sir. Such a dirty pervert cumming from a girl over half your age being in your lap.” She lightly slapped my face and then reached down to feel the growing wetness that appeared around the outline of the tip of my cock.
She squeezed me one last time and then quickly straightened up. She waved. “Hey dad–did they have what she needed?” She rocked her hips forward once more to get in our original position. My cum stained pants were concealed for now by her little ass.
I sat there with so many emotions. I was incredibly turned on by this little tease, but I felt guilty about lusting after my old friend’s daughter. That only lasted for a brief moment as I remembered her demands that we take things further later. My cock even began to harden a bit again thinking about how tight and wet her pussy felt. I pushed that down again as I realized my predicament.
How in the world was I going to hide that Joe’s daughter made me shoot a massive load of cum in my pants?
I decided to let that go for now and enjoy the few remaining minutes of blissful euphoria from the hardest I’ve cum in years and the tight little bundle of horniness sitting in my lap, stroking my arm against the car door. I smiled as I felt her draw a heart on my forearm with her fingernail.
*II. Textual Harassment*
I sat in my garage for a few minutes after Joe dropped me off. With some strategic placement of my jacket that I was holding after we dropped Amy off, I was able to disguise the mess his daughter forced me to make in my pants.
The next trick was getting my pants and boxers washed before my wife, Karen, spotted the evidence of my afternoon delight. Thankfully, she was busy preparing for a party we were hosting that night and I was able to slip past her to get to the laundry room off the garage.
My phone buzzed as I was changing into some workout clothes, but before I could grab it my wife opened the door to the garage. “There you are–I thought I heard you come in the front door. Why didn’t you say hi? And why are you doing laundry?”
”Hey babe–we had to take Joe’s daughter to pick up some stuff for school and she dropped her frappe-whatever as she got in the car. It got all over my pants, so I wanted to wash them before the stain set.”
”Hmmmm…did you remember to put the stain stuff on it?”
”Of course. You’ve trained me well. I gave her my best innocent smile and she turned around. I could tell she was suspicious, but couldn’t figure out exactly what I was up to. I’ll take confusion over the alternative.”
After Karen left, I grabbed the phone. I stared stupidly at my lock screen because I could not believe the thumbnails of the message previews. First was an ass in tight denim shorts. Second was too hard to make out, but there seemed to be a tongue involved.
Before I could unlock my phone, another message came in. Just text this time: *Mmm…I want more. But you should put it on me next time, Daddy*
Oh God–how did she get my number?
I open the other messages. The first picture was what I thought–Amy’s small and tight teen ass looking perfect in her denim shorts. Right by the crease of her ass check was an unmistakable cum stain from riding in my lap a couple hours ago. The second picture was her holding her shorts up as she licked the cum mark. I zoomed in and could see she gave me a little peak of the white cotton panties she was wearing during our fun together
I realized I had been subconsciously stroking my cock through my gym shorts as I looked at the pictures. I considered stopping, but then the phone buzzed in my hand announcing another text. Just a photo this time. Amy had blocked the view of her pussy, but had pulled her panties down to show the evidence of her lust in the gusset.
*See, I made a mess in my pants too :)*
I have to stop the messages. *Listen, I love the pics but you can’t keep texting me.*
*Awww–I stole your number from dad’s phone. I thought you’d like the surprise.*
*I do like the pics, but my wife is here*
*That’s only going to be make me want to be even worse, Sir*
I’m definitely going to have to jerk off now. I haven’t done that in a garage since I left my parents house. I get up and quietly lock the door to the house.
I pick my phone back up. *I can talk for a minute, but then I really have to go*
*So can someone your age cum twice in one day?*
*Very funny. Yes. I’m getting close already.*
*Mmmmm…let’s have some fun. Do you have an old phone or tablet around?*
*Yeah, I’ve got one of those cheap Fire tablets out here somewhere. Yep–found it.*
Amy sent me a link and told me to open it on the tablet. I make sure I use the private browsing mode and type in the link. Up pops a big picture of the lower half of Amys face with her biting her lip.
*Like my pic?*
*Yeah, I’ve got a thing for lip bites. Why am I opening it on the tablet?*
*You’re going to cover it with cum and then send me a picture of it. Then I’m going to rub my soaking wet teen cunt as I think about you painting my face.*
I drop my shorts and start stroking my cock as I start at her plump lip. I think about what those lips are going to feel like around my cock. Now what they could feel like, but what they will feel like. This is going to happen. I’m going to be putting my old man dick in my friends 18 year-old daughter. I’m going to taste that little pussy and feel those thin thighs wrapped around my face. I’m going to spank that firm little ass and turn it red. I’m going to taste her asshole. I’m going to pierce that tight little slit and spurt hot cum deep inside her.
Oh fuck
Before I really think about it, I’m shooting my lust all over the screen and the digital image of the burning hot flame of perversion that has just been introduced into my life. I pick up my phone and send her a text with the proof that I can indeed shoot two loads in a day.
*You did it! You gave your little girl a huge load on her face. Fuck, Im so wet for you. I need to go cum now. Thank you.*
What am I doing? I have a beautiful wife just a few feet away and I’m jerking off onto a cheap tablet and sending dirty pics to a girl more than half my age.
I’m not sure, but its fucking invigorating.
With that, my self-reflection is interrupted by the door knob turning and then a loud knock. “Why is this door locked?”
Back to reality…
*III. Monday In The Park With Amy*After our sexting session, I let the guilt creep in. My anniversary was approaching and my wife was being a little sweeter than normal. I tried to forget Amy, even going as far as blocking her for a few weeks hoping that would end things without me really having to act. Yet late at night when I was sexually frustrated my thoughts would return to her. I’d stroke my cock to the thought of her little ass rubbing against me. I’d cum as I thought about her thinking about me.
Karen and I went away for a long weekend to celebrate in our favorite mountain town. We’d spend the days hiking and trying the local artisan hipster places and then fuck late into the night. It was sweet and lovely, but afterwards when Karen fell asleep I stared up in the dark longing for my little dirty girl. It wasn’t her fault that Amy had awakened something in me she couldn’t satisfy, but the situation still demanded a resolution.
When we returned home, I promised myself I’d wait one more day before reaching out to Amy. I made it to just after dinner. I hid out in the bathroom while Karen was enjoying HGTV and I unblocked the number of my teen tease. I sent out a text to see how she was doing. She replied with an angry face emoji.
I inquired about the angry face and she explained that she didn’t appreciate me blocking her, especially since I hadn’t told her anything was wrong. I had a light afternoon at work, so I suggested we meet up to discuss it tomorrow. She said that sounded good since she needed a ride into town anyway. After I saw that she signed off, I pulled up the pictures she had sent before and jerked off into the sink imagining she was on her knees to get her face covered.
Trying to get any work done that morning was nearly impossible. I had Amy’s body on the brain. I would sit at my desk remembering how she made me explode in the car until my cock would start showing through my pants and then I’d have to hope no one would come by until it subsided. Then I’d repeat it all over again.
I had gotten so horny that I had a serious debate about jerking off at work before I left to pick up Amy–I couldn’t believe I even considered being that reckless. In the end, I decided I wanted to give her as big of a load as possible and knowing it was all from thinking about her I thought might be of interest to her.
I drove to parking lot where we had agreed to meet. As I sat there, I was amazed at how young all the girls looked. There were many attractive ones who walked by, but my thoughts stayed on Amy. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice she had approached when I heard my door open and I turned quickly to see who it was.
I was a little disappointed to see she was wearing leggings under a little sundress, but given the cooler weather I couldn’t really expect the little shorts I got to enjoy last time.
“Hello, Mr. Ellis. I’ll be sitting in my own seat today, if that’s okay with you.” She laughed at her own quip. “I really shouldn’t be joking with you since you’ve been such a jerk, but you looked like you needed a smile.”
I nodded. “Well, it’s been an interesting day. I’m a little wound up. Where was it you needed to go?”
“Oh, that. Yeah, I need to go collect some leaves at the arboretum for Bio. Is that some high school garbage or what? I mean, I don’t have to do it–just extra credit, but I think I’ll need all the help I can get with that one. Do you know where that is?”
“Yeah, we used to hang out there a lot. So what you have to get leaves from specific trees?”
“Exactly. I was able to get a few on campus, but they purposely added some you can only get at the arboretum. I guess to expand our horizons or whatever. So there’s six I have to get. Will you help me or are you just going to be my driver?”
“If I help, is there a reward?”
Amy smiled for a second before she could pull it down. “Well, Mr. Ellis, I suppose if you are nice enough to take me there and help me look, you might get a kiss out of it. I think that’s a fair trade.”
I agreed and we took off across town to the tree research park. It was pretty there–I used to enjoy running through the winding paths–so spending a little time helping Amy seemed like fun. The the little devil inside me added: it’s also pretty isolated.
We found most of what she needed pretty quickly, but there was one that we couldn’t find. We split up and after about 20 minutes I finally found it. I yelled out for her and she bounced over in an exaggerated gait. “Ha! You found it. I thought you were just messing with me. You even got a spare, just in case.”
She grabbed the two leaves from me and put them in her accordion file. “Stay here for a sec, I’m going to put these in the car. I want to go for a walk before we leave.”
I enjoyed the quiet for a few minutes while I waited. I watched the leaves fall and the starlings doing their weird formations in the meadow across from the path. Amy returned and grab my hand, lacing her fingers in between mine. The contact with her soft skin immediately set off flashback fireworks in my mind as we started walking.
“You’re blushing, Mr. Ellis. Does touching young girls do that do you? Or is it just this one?”
“I can’t say I go around touching a lot of girls, but I’m going to say our history probably has something to do with it.”
“Yes, probably so. I think there’s a lot more history to create though. Unless you’re going to keep being immature about things.”
“Immature?”
“Yeah, not talking to me. I’m not desperate for you or in love, but I do enjoy your company. And if you don’t enjoy mine, I wish you’d just say so instead of blocking me.”
“It wasn’t about you–I was just conflicted.”
“Then you use your words, Mr. Ellis. This thing is way too complicated for you not to say what you want. I promise I’ll be okay if you need some space.”
“Fair enough–I’ll work on that. But I don’t need space right now.”
“Mmm–I see. What do you need right now, sir?”
I grab her elbow with my other hand and start to lead her off the path and she stops me. “Tsk, tsk. Words. Use them.”
I laugh and then reflect. “How about that kiss you owe me? That’s what I need right now.”
She grinned. “Very good. Who said you can’t teach a very old dog something new. I have just the spot in mind. There’s a big tree in the middle of this path that would be such a romantic place to give you the kiss you earned.”
We walk the rest of the way in silence, hands interlocked. I look over ever once in awhile and Amy squeezes my hand in response. I feel my stomach tighten in a way I haven’t felt in ages and then I have to look away. This can’t be real, right?
Finally, we arrive at a massive oak tree. I know the story–this was the tree the college wanted to preserve and it was the reason this entire park exited. The trunk was massive at almost 5 feet wide. I stared in awe at the tree even though I’ve done the same thing every time I’ve come across it.
“Jeez, that’s a big tree. I heard about it, but it seems even bigger than people said.”
I started laughing, but Amy gave me a look that made me stop. “So, sir, have you ever looked at it from the other side?”
I shook my head. “No, I have to say I never have. I always just stayed on the path to look at it.”
Amy lead me into the grass. “Road less traveled and all that.”
She pulled me behind the tree and then crouched down in front of me. I felt her hands rub the outside of my pants and then press my burning shaft against my thigh. I could feel the heat from my growing cock radiate through my boxers as she pressed to check the length.
“Mmmm…I thought you felt big against my lap.” She looked up and blinked her eyes innocently. “I want to see it, Mr. Ellis.”
She pulled her hair back and secured it with a tie before diving forward and attacking my zipper with her teeth. I could feel her nose tease my hard shaft as she pulled the zipper down. I took a quick glance around–there were people walking along the path, but unless they knew to turn the right way they couldn’t see us behind the tree.
After she pulled the zipper down, she reached in and felt the contours of my balls first. She paused to hold them in her hand. “They seem a little small, sir. Especially, compared to the rest.”
“Well, it is a little chilly out here.”
“I see. Perhaps I should warm them up.” With that she reached into my boxers, she brushed against my cock on her way down to my sack. Her hand felt cold against them and I winced. She giggled. “Oh, poor baby, I guess my hands are too cold for the job.”
“You could use your mouth.”
“I don’t think so, sir. I have another kind of kiss in mind for you. You’d be really disappointed if you chose getting your balls sucked to what I had planned.”
She withdrew her hand and stood up. She moved in as if she was going to kiss me and then backed away when I responded in anticipation. She wagged her finger. “Nope–not that kind of kiss either.”
She leaned in so her cheek was grazing against mine. “You just have to accept one thing: I’m in charge. Just do is what I say and we’ll both have fun. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Good. I’m glad you understand that I know what’s best for you, Daddy.”
Just that word caused my cock to grow even more. It turned me on so much I didn’t want to analyze it. I just wanted to hear it again.
She turned around quickly and her ponytail brushed across my face. I focused on her tiny neck, how easily I could control her with my hands, but then I gave into surrender. She seemed to sense my mental debate and waited until I had let go of my aggression. Then she lifted up her dress and backed into me ass first, pressing me against the tree trunk.
She made small movements back and forth with her legging-covered ass, pressing my cock against her and then aligning it between her cheeks. I felt the raised edges of her panties rub against me. “Mmmm…do you know how many times I came thinking about this? God, you’ve got me soaked already. You should reach around and feel it.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled it around her, then forced it down between her legs. Even through two layers of fabric, I could feel how wet she was. “Feel what you do to me. That’s why I don’t let the other boys fuck me even though they never stop trying. Do you know how hard it is to not get fucked at college when you look like me? A hot little fresh 18 year old? But I waited–even as you ignored me. I knew they wouldn’t make me want them the way I want you.”
I squeezed between her legs and she slapped my arm. “No! I’m in charge!” She pushed my arm away and stepped forward. I missed her ass pressing against me already. “Get on your knees.”
I laughed at first, she didn’t smile. “What? I’m a little old ” Before I could finish she had pressed her foot between the trunk and the back of my knee and had forced me to start kneeling. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I decided not to fight it and knelt in front of her.
She circled around me once, staring at me. “By the time we’re done, Daddy, you’re going to understand why you want to listen to me. You just have to trust me for now.”
She stopped in front of me and then moved forward. With a quick movement, she grabbed the back of my head, lifted up her dress again and pressed my nose right against the wet area between her legs.
“Smell it. Smell my tight teen cunt that aches for you. I want to feel you breath it in.”
I took a deep breath through my nose. I felt it get moist from the contact and her fragrance caused me to stiffen even more. I let out a little moan as I thought of what might be coming, then I reached up to grab her hips and pulled her even closer in.
“Good boy. Now you know my scent and it’s all over your face. I don’t want you fucking around with any other women, understand? Besides your little wifey, of course.”
As I nodded, my nose pushed against her lips and she squeaked. “It’s good to know you’re not afraid to get your face down there, but that’s not what we’re doing today. Take off your pants and boxers.”
I pulled back from between her legs and did what I was told. I watched as she kicked off her sandals and pulled her leggings down. She stared at me as she threw them behind her, dropping her dress back down to cover her panties. “Get on your back.”
It had been decades since I laid directly on the ground. It was so much harder than I remembered and the tree roots weren’t helping. However, that only entered my mind for a moment as I wondered what Amy had in store for me.
“This part is only for me and only for a few seconds. I don’t want to hear any sounds from you and I don’t want you to move your hands.”
I nodded. She stopped. “Say you fucking understand.”
“Yes, sweetie. I understand.”
“Good.”
She walked over and stood above my face. I could see up her dress and admired the huge wet spot on her purple cotton panties. I had to suppress a laugh when I noticed the small unicorn with “I’m so horny” embroidered just above where her slit began. Just as I began to wonder what she was going to do, she squatted down and sat on my face. The fabric of her panties was in my mouth and I could taste her clearly this time. I wanted to grab her and pull her panties off, but I obeyed even as she rocked her hips and pressed her covered pussy against my mouth. “Lick my panties, asshole.” I put my tongue against the unicorn and moved down and then back up. As I finished, she stood back up and dropped her dress back down.
“We’ll have to revisit that again down the road. I had one other thing before our grand finale, but I’m too fucking hot now to wait for it. Ground rules for this part: no penetration. If you penetrate, you will never see me again. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She leaned down and grabbed my exposed balls. As she squeezed she continued. “This is not a game, not a test, not an invitation for you to disobey. I don’t want your cock inside me right now. When you ignored me you made me cry, you made me feel like shit, you made me feel stupid. I have to trust you before I let you inside me. I don’t trust you right now. So, if you can’t follow this simple rule, you’re never going to know what it’s like to fuck me.”
“I completely understand. I was very thoughtless with my actions and I’m sorry for making you feel bad. I will be obedient, ma’am.”
“Excellent. Because you are going to be tempted.”
She lifted her dress once more and pulled down her panties just enough to show me her pussy. It was shaved except for a little triangle above her slit and her lips formed a perfect little flower petals leading to her deeper secrets. Then she pulled them back up.
She got down and straddled me. My cock was stretched down by her soaked panties. “If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m going to kiss your cock with my pussy. Inside my little cute panties.”
I groaned as she pulled up her dress and moved down my legs while grabbing my cock. She put her fingers to her lips. “Quiet–there are some runners coming.” Then she pushed my cock against her soft stomach and moved back up until I felt the head slide in between her skin and her panties. She continued to move up as my cock felt her tiny bit of pubic hair. And then I felt her pussy against me. She teased the head with a few back and forth motions before moving to our final destination. My shaft was firmly between her lips and already covered in her juices.
She paused. “Daddy, I want you to fill my panties with cum. Now.”
She rocked back and forth, careful not to get the head back against her lips. Without me acting out, there was no chance I’d end up inside her. I certainly thought about it for a moment, but the long-term goal was enough to keep my lust in check. Besides, I had to admit this was pretty fucking hot.
I felt her dripping against my shaft and she moved her hands over mine, pressing me down. With all my edging, I knew I wouldn’t last long. As Amy continued to tease, I could feel the precum start to ooze. She seemed to read my mind and smiled. “I know you’re close. Just let it happen.”
She rocked a little faster and started to moan. Then she looked me in the eyes. “You owe me some cum. I want you to ruin my panties. I want to feel you spurt. I want our juices to mix ”
“Oh Amy ”
Hot cum shot out in long spurts, filling me with euphoria as Amy continued to rock. I could feel some of the cum in her panties rub against my head as she moved and that caused even more to escape. She continued to tease until my cock began to soften.
“Good boy. You really filled these up.”
She moved down my legs again and I felt my head give her lips one last kiss as she pulled away from me.
She stood up and rubbed the panties into her pussy for a second, massaging her clit with my cum. I heard some people talking as they walked along the patch behind us. “I think I got some inside me now, Daddy. That’s where you belong.”
Then she pulled her panties off and wiped the remaining cum off of her using them. She looked at me and smiled. Then she put the panties in her mouth, starting with the part most covered in cum. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she tasted me. She pulled them out and continued to eat the rest of the cum. When she was finished, she showed me her cleaned underwear.
“And now I know how you taste. I can’t wait until I get some right from the source.”
She threw her panties at me. “Keep these at home. I want you to cum into these whenever you jerk off about me. Then I want you to bring them to me the next time I decide to see you. You can get dressed again.”
I looked down–my cock was bright red and sore from the friction of the cotton. I suddenly became aware that we were in public and probably being filmed by security cameras. Guilt about my wife started to creep in as the high subsided. But I wanted nothing more than to continue to be wrapped around Amy’s finger.
I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
I think I have a new fetish: teasing.
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