Liberator Lusty Lit 2019: Reunion Bound
We wander the halls, away from the class reunion and loud music which is still clearly audible despite several turns and a flight of stairs. Testing another random door handle you find it locked, desperately trying to find an open one. It makes sense that none open, the keycards that allow access belong to the hotel guests, not us.
Scurrying into a small alcove that holds an ice machine there’s a plain off-white door with the words “utility closet”. Trying the handle I’m surprised when it gives, opening up to reveal a closet-sized room full of janitorial items. As the door clicks shut behind us I flip the lock and switch on the light. We eye the plastic folding chair tucked away in a corner. Taking two steps across the room I grab the chair, unfolding it in the middle of the room with just enough space to step around it where you stand to wait.
Stepping towards me you plant a long passionate kiss on my lips giving the bottom lip a little tug with your teeth as you pull back. Your hands reach down to unbuckle my belt pulling it out of my dress pants and nod at me to sit into the chair. Before I fully sit you reach out masterfully grabbing my pants, undoing the button and zipper to pull them and my boxers down so that they hang around my ankles. As you bend down I don’t miss the opportunity to stare down the dress at your beautiful cleavage, all while feeling my tool twitch at the view and more when you stand up. You brush your hand against it, arousing it more as you rise standing in front of me then pushing me back firmly into the cold hard seat.
I watch you unsure of what’s next. Sidestepping around me you reach around my neck and remove my tie, I know what’s coming now, we’ve shared this fantasy. Feeling a throb in my loins as you grab my wrists pulling them firmly behind me, the soft fabric taut as you bind them together.
I try to look behind and am sternly told: “Keep your eyes forward, no looking or you’ll be punished.” I do as I’m told, staring straight at the door and after several moments am rewarded as you step back in front of me, dangling your lacy red panties from a finger, purposely letting them fall to the ground in front of me.
Kneeling down at my knees but facing away, I stare as you reach out with your right hand to grab a duffle bag from the bottom of the shelf on the wall. With sudden realization, I understand that you had somehow set up this entire situation. Contemplating that thought is even more arousing, all while watching with curiosity as the zipper is undone on the large bag and an object we had previously looked at online is pulled out.
The amethyst color of the Pulse toy mount matches the sexy purple dress you have on, the curved mount is placed in front of me as you reach into the bag again removing the dildo from the side pouch. Another twitch of my cock at the sight of that particular dildo, I’d bought the Clone-a-Willy and made a cast of myself for a birthday gift earlier this year. I remember the card I put in the box saying, “For those days I’m at work and you want to fuck. :)”
Still kneeling you place my huge replica cock onto the mount then produce a bottle of lube which makes a slight click as you open it up, dribbling the fluid onto the tip of the dildo, I watch mesmerized as it runs down the shaft, extra droplets hitting the microfiber.
With your other hand, you grab and stroke it several times making sure the entire thing is covered and slippery, just like you do at home before letting me penetrate you. Once satisfied, the bottle is tossed back into the duffle.
As you stand over the Pulse you lift your dress up, giving me a stunning view of your naked hairless pussy lips, ever so slowly, like time is at a crawl you lower yourself down until the dildo is completely inside.
Rocking forward on the mount it’s shape designed just for that purpose, your eyes roll back from the movement and I can tell that it’s hitting you right in that sweet spot. Shifting back and moving forward again into a slow rhythm, I notice your eyes not looking into mine anymore but staring at my cock. Looking down and I see what has you distracted as the precum trickles out of me, running down the tip. Staring at myself dripping, I don’t notice you’ve moved the mount closer until your lips brush the tip, lashing out with your tongue, licking it with strands of my gooey substance trailing from me to your lips as you rock back thrusting it deep again
Again you come forward summoning all of me into your mouth where it stays deep in your throat all while you bob back-and-forth, riding the dildo on the mount. Sucking me like the pro that you are every time we try something new, I tense, fighting the urge to fill your mouth. Instead, I try to figure out how you pulled this off.
Deciding I don’t care how you’ve done it, my hands strain against the tie that binds them, trying vainly to bring them forward to clutch your hair. Watching this extensive blissful torture, you quiver, moan loudly and immediate halt the rocking, achieving that final peak. As I watch you melt you climb up onto me and clutch me, burying me into you. I move my hips into you and allow myself to fill you, feeling you contract around my throbbing. After a few more moments you stand up dripping, reaching towards a higher shelf and grab a blinking light - a camera that I hadn’t noticed…
