Did You Get Laid Today?

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Nope, but I gave a guy a BJ*. (Hey, nothing in the challenge said that I couldn't get OTHER people off.) :D

(*I swallowed, before you ask. Thick and sweet, just how I like it.)

Good girl... From my perspective, getting others off runs a very close second to getting oneself off...
 
Negative. Fuck buddy is starting a serious relationship, friends that recently found me on FetLife don't want to muddle our social circle, and apps/sites are turning up about as dry as my dick right now.

Masturbation is seriously starting to turn into a chore lol.
 
The café we're in is small; not quite full, but there are enough people – wait-staff and customers alike – that we'll undoubtedly be noticed if we head toward the toilets together.

Good. This was the plan that we'd concocted over wine and cheesecake.

Having people knowing what we're about to do is such a thrill, isn't it?

He follows me into the ladies' room, his bright smile lighting up the short, dark hallway that leads to the facilities; no one is in there at the moment, and we make our way to one of the cubicles. As soon as the door closes, his hands are all over me. Groping, grasping, demanding. My nipples strain at the thin material of my blouse, making it evident to him that I am not wearing a bra. I make for the bulge so obvious in his trousers and sink to a squatting position (a dirty girl, I may be, but I don't plan on getting on my knees on this floor).

Unzipping his fly, I work his cock out into the open; long and thick, veins so prominent that I fancy I can see the blood flowing through them, I lick my lips and go to work. A gasp escapes him as my mouth encircles his length. My bright brown eyes meet his intense blue ones, and his hand goes to the back of my head, urging me on. After a few moments of this, I stop and look up at him. “I want to feel you inside of me,” I say

His strong arms haul me upright and he turns me around so that I'm up against the cubicle wall; we can hear the sound of the door to the ladies' creaking open, and then the irritating clackety-clack of high heels on the ceramic floor tiles. His hoarse breathing rings in my ear.

Rather than waiting for the others to finish their ablutions and leave, he chooses this moment to work two fingers under my skirt and inside my rainbow-coloured panties; I bite my lips hard, wanting to scream out as he slides his two thick digits deep within my moist pussy and moves them around in a swirling motion, but I do my best to keep quiet. I feel my panties sliding down my legs and I hear the sound of a belt being undone.

“Tell me you want this, Dashie,” he says in his rich, creamy voice. (Note: he really did call me Dashie.)

“I want this.”

He teases me by running the tip of his cock along my juicy slit, and it's all I can do not to cry out in frustration as tingly jolts surge through my abdomen; knowing that one false move, or one false noise, will give the game away both scares and arouses me. With exquisite, slow, torturous movements, he slips the head an inch inside me before it pops back out. I grumble something and he suppresses a chuckle.

“Don't be so impatient.”

He repeats this action two more times before I can stand it no longer and I press back into him, trapping him against the opposite wall. His cock is now fully-sheathed within my silky witness, and he grabs my hips and begins to grind his length into me. His thighs slap against my arse with every thrust, and a deep, guttural growl is dredged out of my throat and into my balled up fists every time he slams his cock back inside me. Wetness drips down my inner legs in warm rivulets.

I reach between my legs to play with my clit while he pounds me senseless. His own moans are beginning to increase in tempo.

He becomes wild; penetrating me hard and deep, slapping my arse and grabbing my hips, pulling my hair, uttering unspeakably naughty things into my ear that cast doubt upon my virtue. I feel the swell of his shaft within me and a throaty grunt resonates around the cubicle as he deposits his thick, warm load inside of my burning pussy. My own climax strikes a moment later, and I thrash on his squirting cock.

Coming back down to earth in a ragged, panting mess, we hear the sound of chatter and giggling outside the cubicle. We both start to laugh. Without embarrassment, we straighten out our clothes and make our exit, offering a knowing smirk to the two girls eavesdropping on our activities.

I sit here now, relaying this story while a warmness oozes slowly out of me.
 
Hey Bump!

Yeah extremely passionately mid afternoon. I took my boner out of her mouth and smacked my mouth there instead, while she was building to a really extreme release on my fingers; wow the bucking energy of her! Then after some minutes of tenderness kissing and caressing, I stuffed a pillow under her butt and got into raucous press-up missionary, her folded feet at the back of my waist. She said, "I'm loving it!" I said, "You're loving it? I'm FUCKIN' loving it!" Then I was hollering for across the street to hear as I spurted and spurted my cream. Whoarh! :)
 
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