my hip. I lead his hands to my breasts, and he grabs them aggressively through my sweater. His mouth moves to my neck, and Iâm able to notice something.
People. On the street. Obviously curious about the reveal of the new business, some of them are trying to peek around the paper covering the windows. How much they can see is close to nil, with the daylight outside and the dimness in the room, but the fact that I see them looking is intensely arousing. Yes, I hate getting looks from people judging our lifestyle, but this is different. Taboo.
I feel my nipples harden as Stephen continues to knead my breasts, and I venture to feel up his cock through his pants.
âMmm,â I moan, feeling his hardness. He smiles, and grabs my ass in his hands, through my skirt. I take his hand, guiding it underneath instead. He touches my bare ass, then reaches up towards my hips, to pull down my thong underwear. I feel myself gush suddenly, as he leaves them around my thighs, and pulls me against him, gripping my butt. I quickly unbuckle his belt, pulling down the fly of his pants, and reaching for his cock. He backs me against a wall, while reaching between us for my pussy. He groans lustily, feeling how wet I am. I glance once more towards the window, at the people trying to watch. I want them to see. I want them to see me take this hard cock.
We kiss deeply, as he sandwiches me against the wall, and his cock dances over my opening. I pull his ass towards me, feeling it slip over the outside of my pussy, as his hips move against me. Wild with anticipation, I direct it in me.
âOhhh,â we both exhale in unison, with a feral look in our eyes. Watch me, I think. Watch me and my Daddy. I know you all want to. I see the way you look at us.
âMmm,â he moans, starting to thrust. My pussy is so ready for him, that he slides easily in and out of me. Fuck, yes! My skirt rides up to my hips, and I feel the cold concrete against my ass. I feel my pussy practically drip down my leg, as he uses the wall for leverage. I make believe someone makes eye contact with me, and I put on a show, putting Stephenâs hand back on my tits.
âOh, yeah,â I breathe, feeling their eyes on me. I put my arms above me submissively, taking his hand and placing it on my wrist. I moan loudly, and Stephen mouth goes back to my neck. His cock is fucking me at a very exact angle, almost withdrawing completely before coming back in. I donât dare move to disrupt the perfection of his thrusting. But, something else does.
âOh, my god!â He quickly withdraws, noticing the Peeping Toms at the window. I chuckle at his surprise, but still in the ecstatic feeling of getting fucked, find I canât stop laughing. He joins in, until we slide down the wall, eventually sitting on the floor, gasping for breath.
âHow about an evaluation?â Stephen suggests, from his place on the floor. Weâve spread out a blanket, and have picked up some Chinese food for dinner, creating a picnic in the middle of the room. A tea light we found in the basement wavers in a draft. Weâre mostly through the champagne. I laugh.
âA what?â
âA monthly assessment. Report card.â
âFor me??â
âNot, by you. I, of course, will contribute as necessary.â
âAs necessary, eh? Okay. I...â
âHow would you rate my performance, in the following categories? Out of ten.â
âGood, okay,â I laugh.
âLetâs start with... my ability to make you laugh?â Continue laughing.
âTen!â
âThat was an easy one. Ability to take you to interesting places, doing exciting activities?â
âHmm... nine.â
âNote taken! See? Thatâs why we do these things. General manners, personality?â
âTen, of course.â
âAdhering to financial agreements?â
âAnd then some. Eleven.â
âWhat about in the bedroom?â
âHmm...
People. On the street. Obviously curious about the reveal of the new business, some of them are trying to peek around the paper covering the windows. How much they can see is close to nil, with the daylight outside and the dimness in the room, but the fact that I see them looking is intensely arousing. Yes, I hate getting looks from people judging our lifestyle, but this is different. Taboo.
I feel my nipples harden as Stephen continues to knead my breasts, and I venture to feel up his cock through his pants.
âMmm,â I moan, feeling his hardness. He smiles, and grabs my ass in his hands, through my skirt. I take his hand, guiding it underneath instead. He touches my bare ass, then reaches up towards my hips, to pull down my thong underwear. I feel myself gush suddenly, as he leaves them around my thighs, and pulls me against him, gripping my butt. I quickly unbuckle his belt, pulling down the fly of his pants, and reaching for his cock. He backs me against a wall, while reaching between us for my pussy. He groans lustily, feeling how wet I am. I glance once more towards the window, at the people trying to watch. I want them to see. I want them to see me take this hard cock.
We kiss deeply, as he sandwiches me against the wall, and his cock dances over my opening. I pull his ass towards me, feeling it slip over the outside of my pussy, as his hips move against me. Wild with anticipation, I direct it in me.
âOhhh,â we both exhale in unison, with a feral look in our eyes. Watch me, I think. Watch me and my Daddy. I know you all want to. I see the way you look at us.
âMmm,â he moans, starting to thrust. My pussy is so ready for him, that he slides easily in and out of me. Fuck, yes! My skirt rides up to my hips, and I feel the cold concrete against my ass. I feel my pussy practically drip down my leg, as he uses the wall for leverage. I make believe someone makes eye contact with me, and I put on a show, putting Stephenâs hand back on my tits.
âOh, yeah,â I breathe, feeling their eyes on me. I put my arms above me submissively, taking his hand and placing it on my wrist. I moan loudly, and Stephen mouth goes back to my neck. His cock is fucking me at a very exact angle, almost withdrawing completely before coming back in. I donât dare move to disrupt the perfection of his thrusting. But, something else does.
âOh, my god!â He quickly withdraws, noticing the Peeping Toms at the window. I chuckle at his surprise, but still in the ecstatic feeling of getting fucked, find I canât stop laughing. He joins in, until we slide down the wall, eventually sitting on the floor, gasping for breath.
âHow about an evaluation?â Stephen suggests, from his place on the floor. Weâve spread out a blanket, and have picked up some Chinese food for dinner, creating a picnic in the middle of the room. A tea light we found in the basement wavers in a draft. Weâre mostly through the champagne. I laugh.
âA what?â
âA monthly assessment. Report card.â
âFor me??â
âNot, by you. I, of course, will contribute as necessary.â
âAs necessary, eh? Okay. I...â
âHow would you rate my performance, in the following categories? Out of ten.â
âGood, okay,â I laugh.
âLetâs start with... my ability to make you laugh?â Continue laughing.
âTen!â
âThat was an easy one. Ability to take you to interesting places, doing exciting activities?â
âHmm... nine.â
âNote taken! See? Thatâs why we do these things. General manners, personality?â
âTen, of course.â
âAdhering to financial agreements?â
âAnd then some. Eleven.â
âWhat about in the bedroom?â
âHmm...
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