Lone Female

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noticing the odd sensation of
the little metal piercing, and she sighed with pleasure.
     
    'Lower down.'
     
    I moved my tongue down, lapping the silky
smooth bare skin around her lips and working my tongue in, then went up again, lapping at her clit. I felt a sharp thrust on my head as it was
pushed down again.
     
    'I said lower down. Do what you're told.'
     
    So I worked my tongue down again, giving her
pussy long, slow licks from top to bottom and back down again. She seemed to
approve and sighed again, then began a sort of moaning as the pleasure built
up.
     
    Eventually she stepped back, breathing hard,
and looked me up and down.
     
    'Right then. Time
for something else.'
     
    She straddled me again and grabbed my cock, forcing
it inside her with a cry of pleasure, and began thrusting her hips into mine.
Her pussy was tight and wet, the walls squeezing my swollen cock with an almost
unbearable pressure. She started bucking back and forth, fucking me like she
was the man and I was the woman; her hands reached forward to grab my shoulders
and I felt her nails dig into them as she closed her eyes and built up to a
breakneck pace. She was gasping and looking right at me, her fiery blue eyes
burning into mine. Suddenly she climbed off me and positioned her crotch right
in front of my face, frigging herself hard.
     
    'Open your mouth,' she commanded. 'I'm going
to come on you.'
     
    I'd heard of squirters and seen them in porn films once or twice but assumed it was all fake . I know now it's not though. At that moment though it
sounded like the most arousing thing I'd ever heard and I eagerly opened my
mouth as she arched her back and with a thrust of her hips and a long, low
moan, a spurt of clear warm fluid shot from her pussy onto my face and into my
mouth; nothing major but a definitely good spray. I savoured the taste, like
fresh clean sweat, and then lost control, jerking my come onto my belly without
even touching my cock, not that I was able to anyway.
     
    She climbed off me and looked down at me.
     
    'That's just how I like to see my men Carl.
Bound and helpless and covered in my juice.'
     
    Shit, she was a weird one, alright. I
wondered what else she'd got planned but then she uncuffed me and got dressed quickly as I cleaned myself up and got back into my shirt
and trousers.
     
    I offered her a cigarette and she wolfed the
smoke down hungrily, looking at me through lidded eyes.
     
    'I think this is the start of an interesting
relationship, Carl.'
     
    'What do you mean?'
     
    'I like being dominant, Carl.'
     
    'I noticed.'
     
    'But sometimes I like to be submissive too.'
She took a puff on her cigarette. She was speaking like someone else might speak
about her hobbies or something. 'Like when you pulled me over, I thought, hmm,
now here's someone who might be able to take me in hand a bit.'
     
    'Yeah, I might...' I wasn't exactly sure what
she was on about.
     
    'So what I was thinking is , why don't we do it again?'
     
    'Give me a rest first, for Christ's sake.'
     
    'I don't mean that Carl. I mean you pulling
me over again like you did tonight. I liked that. I liked it when you said you
wanted to fuck me. Normally I'm the one that makes the first move with men. But
I liked the way you did it.'
     
    It sounds stupid but I felt a bit of pride in
my work. It suddenly occurred to me that this might be a good idea. It wouldn't
exactly be the same as the last few times, but it would still be good and
there'd be none of the risk associated with pulling over random women. I
decided to go for it.
     
    'Alright then.'
     
    'My rules though,
Carl.'
     
    'Alright.'
     
    'You pull me over again tomorrow night. Same
time, same place. But make sure you do it right. I want you to dominate me
properly. Wear all your gear. I'll be in something demure, like butter wouldn't
melt in my mouth. And I want you to describe exactly what you're going to do to
me. No messing about. Give me all the sordid details up

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