Staring at this, this thing in the mirror. “I never realized how much work short hair could be” blowing what remained in my chest out and watched as my bangs fluttered.
Ten minutes (more like one hour) later…
“Done with my hair now let me see…” becuming distracted by the boobtube that Becca had left on. “Cum get your gyrations on at the G-spot. Live dance, live music and live Orgasm all to get U off! Cum and feel the tongue nibbling difference only at G-spot!”
With the blink the boobtubes picture flashed off with only one person left standing there. Caught in the reflection. A very wet, very horny young woman by the name of Nya Rose.
Running through her mind, checking off things that only I could see and “By the end of the day…” Looking back at that reflected image that seemed to get wetter, hotter, hornier. Their still stood me. Staring down my belly. Seeing the slight mound of each lips. Feeling the wants, the needs that my body craved.
My own hand almost made me jump as it felt my booty. Felt the flesh as it caressed one cheek. Pulled at my asshole giving me the first hand experience of a pre-orgasm! The kind that story’s are written about. The kind that calls for the G-spot to help even the score.
Feeling my knees getting weak as my hand continued to feel up my bum. My fingers getting closer and closer to my asshole. Each gap I felt, the same sensation filled my own desires as my bum could no longer handle the constant harassment of my hand.
My breaths where short and sweet for not only was my asshole craving a touch, my asshole wanted, needed to be filled by… “Oh fuck..” I swallowed hard. “..I just need.. I just Mmmmmmmmm” as my booty jump back. Impaling itself on the two fingers that where waiting. The two fingers that would give me a.. a orgasm!
“Ooo..” I began to stroke my asshole. My other finger silently gliding across my swollen lips.
The feeling, the sensation of being forced onto your own fingers, using the odd one as a torture tool! Even as your body felt like it was imploding in on itself. Opening my eyes. Finding myself face down in the thick fur of the front room rug. The tickle, the angle, the uncontrollable orgasm that ran through my body! “Yes yesss yesssssssss” I moaned as every second now counted. From the plunging into my asshole to the feel of my fingers through my cunt. Oh my fuck this feels just right! So right in fact that the next stroke had me gasping. Had my asshole wanting to cream all on its own. Butt that didn’t even call half of it. At the same time feeling a third digit fill my cunt. Help to stretch her out as every breath, every movement brought me closer to the ultimate moment!
The growl started so deep inside my self. With each plunge my holes started to tighten. My own free verbal skills being clouted by the more impending new of a O on the horizon. My very breath had left my body leaving room for the biggest most debilitating moan to exit my mouth.
“fuckkkkkkkkk Mmmmmmmmm..” I tried to breath, “..Ooooh Ooooh ye…” slamming my hand further and further inside my slit. Even the recoil from my hand. My hips jutting back giving the triple a new angle of torture. Each one tickling my tailbone. Individually and as a whole. My life was just about to be said in one.. one, Oh fuck… “OooohOooohOooohOoooh!”
As the orgasm ran through me. Pounding on every g-spot in my cunt, pounding even harder at all the p-spots in my asshole! Oh shit, it’s happening squilled in my head while my asshole just came. Just creamed all over my hand.
Mixing with my pussy cum as I sucked on both hands, swallowed every drop that they could spare! Then greedily stole the remaining taste from both hands.
“Cum get your gyrations on at the G-spot! Live dance, Live music and All the Live Orgasms that you can handle! With each G-spot detour you shall find your clit! You shall cum and feel the tongue nibbling difference only at, G-spot! Cum feel the difference!” As the commercial played on more time. Cementing my need, my wants to play, to explore, to delve into my g-spot with the help of the G-spot!
Pulling myself up off the rug. Looking, drooling over the cum puddle that I had left on the rug. Plunging the original two digits back into my mouth in a feudal attempt to suck more of the sent, the big O and thing at all.
Staring in the mirror. Staring at the wet girl standing there. Standing there fawning over her self and the great orgasm she just experienced. Feeling her wetness as it all led to one place, one tiny dripping spot that I could see plan as day. Feeling my pussy, my slit drip down my leg. The impact, the thigh gap has given enough room to make the drip splatter! Splatter on to the other thigh as my fingers just disappeared. My eyes rolled into the back of my head! Feeling the clit squeeze, feeling the two fingers plunge simultaneously into the turbulent pink ocean! Thrusting its way down, down, so far down till the very hilt of my hand stopped any further plunging.
The sensation over came me, the feeling was there. My hips agreed with multiple jerks. My odd hand reached forward looking for something to hang onto. My breath, as ragged as it was continued to fill my chest till… “OooOoooOoooo ye… OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkking … …. …..” my hips slammed forward, the last of my breath had long since abandoned my body. But the feeling, the strong pounding feeling continued to ravage my cunt. Continued to draw me into one more orgasm!
Pulling on my nipples. Squeezing them between my fingers. That same commercial was playing in the background, provoking my need for one more orgasm.
“Cum get your Gyrations on at the G-spot! Live Dancers, Live Music and All the Live Orgasms that we can deal out… Straight to your Kitty! With each G-spot detour you shall find your clit being licked, being sucked on by the Kitty Whispers of G-spot! Cum and feel the intense tongue nibbling difference only at G-spot. Cum, cum often and best of all Cum down to the G-spot!”
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Staring at that, that cute thing in the mirror. “I never realized how much makeup I have.” Dumping out my makeup bag on the counter.
Ten minutes (more or less) later…
“Now for my…” Having the lipstick, the foundation, blush, concealer, eyeliner and.. … ….? “My mascara it.. (me shuffling through the empty bag) no, No.. (hoping that I dropped it, or somehow lost it amongst the hoards of makeup that I had scattered across the counter) NO, I’m out of.. of (yes, even a tear to my eye) mascara!” I screamed! You know that little part of you that wants to go psycho butt everything your momma taught you about growing up just to have something like this undermine the lady that you’ve worked so.. so… hard to…
Watching my hand spread those lips. Exposing the pink that every girl has. Flinching as my middle finger flicks the very essence of women hood. The shocked outburst, that temporary moan. Knowing that this was happening to me. Watching it as it happens and not able to stop it! Even as the shock of the touch, that static moment when you know everything is going to be O.. “Ooooh yesss” squeaked out of my mouth. My hips responded by simply thrusting forward. Thrusting forward with a moan during. How wet I became! Soaking my finger even as my hand traveled further back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk..” finally able to draw out of my fantasies as my middle finger pressed against my skin. Feeling the pressure, feeling it as it was against my asshole. Feeling it as it traveled forward. As it found a crack in my moaning. As it plunged deep into my cunt.
Without a word to say, a simple nod. My eyes started to butterfly. Knowing that a orgasm was quickly to.. Oh shi…!
Even my other hand the one that has been on my side this entire time pressed something against my asshole! Something smooth and wondrous. Something that stated to vibrate with a flick of a switch! Pressing this butterfly against my booty, the strong vibrator pounding against my every thought.
Watching as for some reason I was away from the counter. My bag of secrets scattered all over the floor. Pressing the head into my asshole! Not knowing if to scream out my pleasures or buck hard as it penetrated my sanity.
Watching as this unsuspecting woman. This poor girl who just happened to be in the moanroom was being fingered by one hand. Three deep! Even watching as the mysterious O choked the fingers as each one of them had their own destination!
Cuming down from the high. The heavy breathing, the hard thrusts that ensued from the amazing O. Totally forgetting about the butterfly, about its powerful head that was now working overtime to get me to squirt! Yes, that has happened before… Shhhh!
“Oh, Ooh fuckkk I’m gonna cuMmm… yes yesss yesssssssss” the force from the vibrations. Even as I mashed it further into my pleasure spot. My asshole gripping it by its head, not wanting to let go! Thrusting forward with my hips, even calling for my other hand to assist with my clit.
“Ooo yes” I panted. ” Oh Ooh yesss” slipped out. “Mmm Mmmm…” started to bore some fruit.
From the feeling of pleasure to the uncontrollable heaves from my hips. It was happening! From the panting to the moaning. It was happening to me!
Hard jerks, even harder short moans erupted from my body!
Watching as I lost control. Watching as my hands got the best of me. Watching as I sucked all the girl juices from my hands! Licking them clean of my cum as I returned for that chance inspection that maybe, just maybe my mascara would appear.
Stepping out of my room. Eyes shifting from side to side. Making sure the way was clear. That I had a straight shot to the elevator. Listening to the door close behind me as I darted for the elevator. Trying quickly to escape with my darkest shades on. Having already looked on the grind, on the .cum and finally finding the only spot in town that had any mascara. Clit-mart one of the subsidiaries of a popular chain in the “civilized” world.
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Taking a deep breath before entering the door. “Okay, I know how much you hate to shop at the mart back home butt…”
Stepping through the automatic door. Feeling that rush of cool air, feeling my nips becuming hard. “Welcum to your clit, how may I service you today” the greater Zoe said at just the right time.
Looking down at my nips, watching feeling them get so damn hard so damn fast. Having little extra choice butt to.. to! “I have noticed that your nipples are extremely erotic” Zoe started.
The excitement of another woman cuddling my chest. Feeling up my tits while taking me by total surprise. Even pressing her own jugs into mine. “Now how can I help you out” Zoe whispered.
The last time this happened I pushed my future bride into a restroom. Only leaving once I was sure she was satisfied. Even with the nose barely touching. Zoe’s sweet whispers enchanting my ears. My own temperature rising as I back her against the carts. Wanting to run, wanting to escape this.. this…
The feel of her lips. As I pressed my own against hers. The gyration of my hips tagging her clit in much the same way. Pulling her away from the carts, feeling her ass while still grinding on her clit (ironic yes). My lips trailing down her throat and somehow, in-between the kisses and licks I manage to ask, “Mascara? Where is it?” Thou not quite in such a straight sentence, more like one word at a time followed by my dark blueberry lips. Fondling her delicate neck. Leaving little love notes behind as my mouth was still on the downward path to her jugs.
“There.. there is a counter.. back, back there” loosing concentration cause her clit was feeling the pressure, feeling the flick of a customer’s grind. “Yes, back there, yes yesss yesssssssss” as her pointer finger grasped the cart.
Maybe it was only because of my attention to her, much the same way she had shown interest in me only a few minutes before. Or maybe my soft lips brushing against her full jugs sparked more then the usual grope.
Making sure my sunglasses still where not askew. I followed where that tasty greater had pointed.
“Happy hump day” sounded before the snap and crackle of the makeup counters attendant. “How may I help you” she ask while putting the final touches on her toe nail.
Seeing the name plate above her full breasts. “Cortney, right? I am looking for mascara?” The pop of a bubble, sort of ended my question.
“Right, like what kind” Cortney was still admiring the new shade of nail polish, Alabaster Blue.
“I mean, there is so many to choose from” not even looking up at her new patreon.
“Okay, I could.. or” as a big grin crossed my lips and a shiver ran up my body.
“Oh.. Ooh… just Ooooh” Cortney tried to complain butt reading her could have been done by a first year psych student.
Running my tongue over each toe as I sucked on the big one. Putting pressure against the pads of the foot as I counted. Rubbing, massaging hard at a pressure point. Feeling the orgasm cuming so damn fast. As her unblemished smell was soon that of a cheap whore. Now the ball was in my court. Watching as her hands started to fondle her tits, pump her slit. Ravage her body as unheard orgasms where going off as fireworks in the distance.
With me stopping the look of “Please I’ll do anything just for one more minute of that.. that…”
Even with that look in her eyes. Her own fondling, the pressure on her tits, her nipples. Clearly stretching them out well beyond the safe zone. The smell of fresh cum as her fingers plunged in. The way Cortney allowed herself to be captured. On her knees, head back. Mouth waiting for Zoe’s leftovers. I positioned my cunt, pressed her head forward for that luscious tongue.
Feeling the tip as it teased my clit. Feeling the dumbbell as it toyed with my very wet slit. “Mmm Mmmm, you just might be…” Oh damn just had to stop right there. Her tongue with the piercing instantly drove my climax to the max!
Gripping her by the hair, jacking her mouth against my clit! “Suck Mmm fuckkk.. Mmm Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm” trying my best not to cum butt it was almost like the instant that, that piercing touched my wet sensitive cunt it automatically cycled a O!
“Yes..” cradling Cortney’s head, jerking against her tongue. “Yesss..” feeling the tip disappear followed by the dumbbell, the insanity of my loins going wild with that little toy that she wielded so, so good. “Yesssssssss…” pretty much said it all. As my gasm let loose, as I flooded her mouth with my cum. Reaching for the countertop to hopefully stabilize myself. Even with my odd hand fingering my asshole drove my ecstasy over the top.
Releasing her head. Taking a step back, clearing my throat. “Mascara?” I asked again cause clearly she was paying any attention the first time as I chewed the borrowed gum
“Right this..” shivering with the thought of my tongue wrapped around her big toe. “Right this way” staying close enough for my hand to make her working here not the worst thing on this island.
Licking my fingers, sucking all of Cortney’s cum from them. “Thank you for all (pinching her tit, yep, clearly a boob job) your help” as I grabbed the last two from the rack and made a dash for the checkout lane.
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Giving that chic smile as I drop my sunglasses. Ripping open one of the mascara packages. Dawning the magic black liquid, feeling my eye lashes plump up after the first stroke. Almost hit me like a orgasm, well almost anyway.
“Now let’s wait for the bus” so there I was glasses back in place. Leaning against the bus stop sign, leg propped up feeling the salty breeze as it caressed my imagination and a few other places further down on my body. “Mmm, to bad Nina is not here cuz I’m pretty sure we would give the G-spot a run for its sextons” why my thoughts of a bestie entered my mind at that exact moment I have no idea. Butt the air brakes ruffled more than my skirt when the bus arrived.
Having the door opened for me was always a plus. Seeing that buxom blonde behind the wheel made my heart skip a beat. “That will be one sexton ma… or (her shake came with out surprise as my hand groped her tit) or you can… Ooo” trying to hide that last part as my mouth closed on her nipple. My teeth cutting off any hope of not having a orgasm.
“Or you can pay that way…” with her relaxing, with the stretch of her nipple. It just made it easier for my two fingers to fulfil my fantasy.
Sinking so deep into Britney’s cunt. Feeling her cum as it ran down my hand from her bald box. Damn she was getting better than ever with her looks. Seizing her hair, bending her head back as I abandon her mound. My lips finding a place to tease this buxom blonde.
Hearing the soft patter of a piece of material hit the floor. Feeling two hands grab me by the ass and pull me in closer. Dragging my fingers along Britney’s barren planes as my tits where being assaulted. Sucked so hard that I swear I can feel my nip touching the back of her throat. “Yes yesss..” I just couldn’t hold it in any longer! “.. Ooooh fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm” watching as my cum cascaded down her arm. As Britney pulled back stretching my areola, making double sure that I was cuming.
Oh, how I wanted to mount her. To drive her over and over again into the same blind orgasm that she gave me! Stumbling back, feeling the accelerator engage. The bus jolted forward as I fell back in a seat.
“Dam girl, you sure know how to pick’em” Joslin said sitting across from me.
“I was seriously thinking about getting some free porn on my vibraphone. Spreading her legs wide enough so I could see why she did not. “Mmm Mmmm, was about to butt with all that goin’ on I had just to fill myself” as Joslin’s legs slammed closed, her eyes told the story better then what she had.
“La Mirada and First” came that angelic voice over the intercum.
Just before I left the bus Britney pinched my booty and handed me a day pass. “This is for later if you’re interested” she said, watching me exit the bus.
“Now why would I be interested in…” my hand was over the trash. My fingers just about to let the paper go. When I saw some scribbling on the back.
“Text me later, I am getting off on you butt I will get off at five and hopefully we can diver each other insane, Brit <3”
Checking my watch, looking at the path back to the Pink Sands Loft. “I will have just enough time to eat then get sexed up for my date tonight” having that lust look on your face makes people think your a perv. What? I can’t help it having that piece of eye candy attached to my arm or… and nip.
Making sure the bus has moved on. Allowing myself that one moment of solidarity. That one moment of, yes I just came! Wouldn’t you if you had a buxom blonde wanting to fuck the night away.
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