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A story for Nat

London

So.. throughout the day, my texts have been normal although bordering on suggestive with the undertone of getting inside your head. You roll with it because you know my mood for the day, how I am feeling and how I've portrayed it through the texts.

However, you are caught unawares when I text to say I am picking you up at 7, and for you to wear matching sexy underwear, and a simple yet cleavage showing dress. I would like your nails to be painted and your red lipstick on. I don't tell you where we are going but it will involve going to dinner first.

You feel that familiar electric jolt through your body,and your cheeks flush at the thought of my wanting this and to show you off.

You get ready and well presented for when I knock on the door. I come in and straightaway my eyes look you up and down, that glint there that you see knowing you have pleased me.

I push you back against the wall and lift your dress to inspect the choice of underwear. You decided on tights being a good choice, hoping to install into my mind that I will have the chance later to rip them off if I so desire. I put my hand down your knickers and just slide my fingers into you. I see your pupils change and the flush of redness in your cheeks as you let out a moan. I hold my fingers there urging you to say thank you sir. Which you do. I bring my mouth close to yours and tease you, making you want to kiss me deeply, hard and taking in the scene that is happening right there and then. But I don't kiss you, instead I burrow into your neck, kissing those spots that I know will make your legs weak.

My fingers circling your clit, your wetness developing over my hand. You ask for me to keep going, and as you have pleased me so far today, I press harder, one finger disappearing into you. All your thoughts just concentrating on that, of how good it feels and you tell me that, remembering to add sir.

I then whisper in your ear to hold that feeling as I bring my hand out and up to your face where I insert a finger into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

You are breathing deeply, all thoughts expanding into how delicious that was.. and then I tell you to adjust your clothing and make sure you are ready to go. No orgasm was granted and I know it has wound you up but then you love that sir has that affect. That calm authoritative air that says that you will behave, yet knows you are squirming.

As I drive, you place your hand on my lap, wondering if you are pushing your luck as you hadn't asked permission. I don't say anything but I can feel your hand through my trousers, tracing your fingers over my cock. You run your nails over the fabric, which sends sensations through my body. I pull over and give a low growl as I pull you out of the car and pull your tights and knickers halfway down your legs and just thrust my fingers back into you. I say not to make a sound except low moans and to say yes sir and thank you sir if you direct a question or sentence at me.

We are in a lay by not too far back from the road. It's dark, but you can see the cars passing over my shoulder as my fingers explore you.

The thought of people seeing you turns you on, legs spread at the side of the road, your knickers around your knees; the reality turns you on more.

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 26 weeks ago

London

I push my fingers in deep, I feel your pussy tightening around my fingers, your juices all over my hand, running down onto my wrist. I feel you cumming but insist you stay quiet. The only sound the passing cars and the squelching of my fingers as they slide in and out of your pussy. Staying quiet is a hard thing for you to do but you just about manage to keep it in, after all, you want to please me. I allow you to cum (without too much noise) and as you are doing that, I pull out and wipe my sodden fingers on your knickers and tell you to pull them up.

You do so dutifully, feeling your hot juices spreading across your inner thighs . .. oh sir, you say.. thank you and your cheeks still flush from being so exposed, and me just fingering you and making you cum at the side of the road.

We get back in the car. Your head is spinning in a way that takes you almost to the subspace that you long for. The rest of the journey passes in silence as the thoughts of the roadside orgasm fill your head and you struggle to focus on where you are and what you're doing.

We arrive at the small country pub, it's lights illuminating the quiet and dark corner of the forest it occupies.

As I say that we have arrived, you turn to look at me and realise, there's more to come this evening and the tingling you feel between your legs tells you, you want whatever it is.

We enter the pub, it's quiet but there are a few people scattered around in quiet conversation with the odd laugh piercing the air. We move to a table that is in a corner, almost a half booth. You sit gingerly, your pussy still tender, you can feel your juices on the insides of your thighs. Trapped by your tights, you wonder whether they were the right choice to wear.

You're jolted from your thoughts as you hear me ordering. You realise that you haven't looked at the menu and go to do so. As you pick it up you hear me order for you.

It's a good choice and you sit back in your chair. "Thank you " you say as the server walks off.

I give you a stern glare. "Thank you, sir", you quickly respond.

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 26 weeks ago

London

As we await our drinks I tell you that you look good in the chosen outfit. You feel warm inside at compliment. A small tingle between your legs. We talk small talk, I am attentive to what you say. After our drinks arrive you take a small sip. As you place your drink back on the table I retrieve a small box from my pocket.

I slide it across the table toward you. You look at it, uncertainty but excitement in your gaze. As you stare at it, you notice a small note attached to it. You reach for it, but just before you touch it I say, "go to the toilet". Almost automatically you stand and begin to move off. "Take the box" I command.

You tentatively take the box and walk to the toilet. Is it just your imagination, or is everyone watching you as you walk? The box gripped tightly in your hands. Your mind is racing, your heart beats a little faster, you're unsteady on your feet.

A little distracted you are not looking where you are going, the box seeming to take all your attention.

Dragging your eyes from it you look up just as the handsome young server is passing. There is a mild contact as your bodies meet. He apologises profusely and in the ensuing moments as you bump and straighten up you feel his hand brush your breast.

He feels it too and his apologies start again. You feel foolish for being inattentive and bumping into him; but you also feel quite horny. The box, the situation, the thoughts of the fingering earlier all fill your head. You apologise to him and tell him it's quite alright, accidents happen. You wonder how old he is and whether he will be wanking later at the thought of touching your tit.

You compose yourself and continue on to the toilet. Soon you will know what the box contains and what will the next part of the night bring.

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 26 weeks ago

London

Entering the toilet, you are relieved find it empty. Quickly finding a cubicle you lock it behind you and reach for the note. But the note is not there.

Panic rising, you look frantically for it. It was there, on top of the box. But it's gone. You look on the floor around you. It's not there. You search your body to see if it's fallen on you. It's not there.

You stop, take a breath, and think.

You had it when you stood up.

You had it as you walked to the loo.

But then you bumped into the hot young server. The one who accidentally brushed your tit.

SHIT! You must have dropped it. In a flash you unlock the cubicle and run to the bathroom door. The note must be on the floor.

You pull the door open and stop dead. Directly in front of you is the server, his head partially bowed as he holds out his hand. Lowering your eyes you see the note. It's not as neatly folded as it was before. "I think you dropped this" he says with a hint of embarrassment, without really looking at you.

As you take it he awkwardly shuffles off, unable to meet your eyes.

He's read it. You know he has.

You re-enter the toilet, slamming the door of the cubivle before locking it. You look at the note and realise that you are shaking. Arousal? Anticipation? Anger? Embarrassment? Perhaps all of those things. But the twinge in your pussy is all the answer that you need.

You unfold it and read it. The twinge becomes something more.

The note simply says; in the box are items for you to insert. You will need to remove your knickers. Do not put them back on. When you have returned to the table, hand them to me.

Something to insert? It must be a lush you think. You open the box and gasp. It is a lush, but it's not the only thing in the box.

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By *inky grandadMan 26 weeks ago

Spain

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 26 weeks ago

London

Contained within the box alongside the lush was a small bottle of lube and a jewelled buttplug. You remove it and study it closely. It bears a remarkable similarity to one that you have in your toy box at home.

Placing the box to one side, you go about removing your knickers and tights. There's a chill on your exposed flesh which sends a thrill through your body, especially to your now exposed pussy, still tender from the shenanigans at the side of the road.

You can't help but run your fingers over your clit, a jolt of pleasure hitting you. Putting aside your temptation to have a play, you get to work on the task at hand.

After all, you don't want to keep me waiting.

Inserting the lush is no problem, you are still wet from earlier. It's a pleasant sensation as it enters your pussy and sits comfortably, mostly.

You then turn your attention to the other items of the box.

Squirting some lube from the tiny bottle onto your fingers, you prepare your entrance. It's cold between your cheeks which causes you to emit an oooh, but it's soon replaced by an mmmm as your fingers press the lube home.

Taking the buttplug between two fingers you again marvel at its familiarity. Rubbing it against the lube on your arse to coat it, you gently insert it into your tight asshole. It's chilly but it feels good.

You clench a couple of times to feel the sensations of each item in your two holes. You stop as you realise that you could be there quite a while with the sensations it's causing to ripple through your body.

Becoming aware of the length of time you have been, you quickly put your tights back on, pocket your knickers, straighten yourself up and exit the cubicle. Washing your hands you look at yourself in the mirror.

You are a good girl, and tonight you will be rewarded.

You exit the loo and begin the walk back to your seat. The feeling of the items in side you makes you aware of your gait and how you are walking.

You catch the eye of the young server who quickly averts his gaze. Was he staring at you? He has read the note, he knows that you have inserted something into your body, and that you have no knickers on.

His obvious discomfort gives you a warm glow inside and a feeling of power. You straighten and walk more confidently; until just before reaching the table, as you catch my eye and see me smiling, the lush is activated and you feel your knees buckling as it's vibrations send ripples of pleasure through your body.

As quickly as it started, it stops, and you compose yourself to continue your walk to the table. As you sit, you note the small grin on my face as my hands return from under the table.

I give you a quizzical look and it takes you a second to remember. Your eyes dart furtively around the room before you reach into your pocket to retrieve then hand me your knickers.

You look from me to the surrounding room, finding again the young server, then back to me. Your eyes pleading with me as I take my time holding them before placing them in my pocket.

You breathe a sigh of relief as they are hidden from sight just as our food approaches, delivered by the young, handsome server. The one who knows you don't have any knickers on.

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By *umbersMan 26 weeks ago

Christchurch

Enjoying reading this 👍

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 25 weeks ago

London

He deposits the food, his discomfort obvious. He makes little eye contact and tries to drop and leave as quickly as possible.

You are feeling very horny and quite pleased with yourself. A feeling of power returns to you just as a jolt of movement from inside your pussy brings you crashing back to reality.

A small sound escapes your lips before you can stop it. His eyes are on you in a second. Before he can say anything I thank him and say we can sort it from here.

A look of simultaneous disappointment and relief falls over him and he excuses himself with a hurried comment of, "enjoy your meal"

We eat in relative silence. Your head is a swirling maelstrom of thoughts and sensations from all that has happened so far.

You tense each time my hand disappears under the table, expecting to be squirming in your seat as the vibrations course through your body.

You are wet, very wet. Throughout the meal the lush is activated a few times, causing you to press down harder in your seat, resulting in further heightened arousal as the buttplug reminds you of its presence.

We finish eating and I ask if you would like dessert. You find it difficult to answer. By this point even thinking straight is a challenge. A different server clears our table and a small pang of disappointment hits you.

Fresh drinks are delivered and we sit and pass a few comments on the meal.

Suddenly, without warning the lush is activated. Much stronger than at any point in the evening. You struggle to maintain your composure as an orgasm builds. It bursts through you bringing wave after wave of pleasure.

Your breathing is laboured and you press your palms onto the table top. You look to me as I sit watching you, a wry grin on my face. And then it hits you like a thunderbolt.

My hands are also on the table. I am not controlling it. Perhaps I never was. As you begin to form the question you are hit again by intensity of the lush.

Your orgasms multiply, begin to overwhelm you. You can feel your juices escaping from your pussy, beginning to make your tights sodden.

I see the look in your eyes, I recognise that we are reaching that point. I pick up my phone and tap at it several times before placing it back on the table.

But the vibrations from the lush don't decrease, not right away. After a few seconds they begin to diminish before ceasing completely.

As you begin to regain your composure and your head begins to clear, I look directly at you.

"Your husband hopes that you enjoyed your meal," I say.

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 25 weeks ago

London

Our dining experience at an end, we begin to leave the table. Your head is still spinning from the multiple orgasms you experienced over dinner. The thought that this was done by me in collaboration with your husband is something that you are still trying to wrap your head around. As we walk out into the cool night air, you feel the lush and the buttplug still inside you. As we walk to the car, you notice me looking off into the distance to where we are parked. It's dark and partially shielded from the building by a few overgrown trees. There branches stretching out almost camouflaging the car.

You see me smile and give an almost imperceptible nod toward the car. Is your husband here, you wonder? Has he been stood out here this whole time?

As we reach the car, I turn and say, "damn, we forgot to tip the server". You look up, expecting me to return to the pub. But I am just standing smiling at you.

It's then you see movement in the gloom. Standing beside the car, with an almost awkward shuffle, is the young server.

"He's promised to keep your secret", I say.

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 25 weeks ago

London

You look from me, to the bashful young man standing in the shadows, then back to me. I nod at you, then move my head to indicate you moving toward him. Your jaw drops. As it does I say, "yep, that's how we will need your mouth to be. And if you're worried about your husband ...".

Almost on cue, the lush springs back into life causing you to open your mouth wider and press your thighs together as you let out a gasp. It would appear that your husband approves.

As the lush stops vibrating and the intense sensations of arousal move through you, you turn and walk, slightly unsteadily, towards the handsome young server.

His head is still lowered as he looks at you through his overgrown fringe. A look of uncertainty mixed with disbelief on his face as you move towards him. You hear my footsteps as I follow on behind you. My voice crisp as I say, "be a good slut and suck this young man's cock. His service tonight deserves a reward, not to mention his discretion".

I open the door of the car and take something out. You realise it's a blanket when I drop it at his feet.

"Good girls are treated properly and are suitably taken care of", I say as I lean back against the car. Close enough for you to feel my presence and to know that you are protected.

You look at the blanket, slowly raising your head to look at him, then slowly turning to look at me. Your eyes are wide. Keeping your eyes on me, you drop to your knees and reach out to undo his trousers. Without taking your eyes from me, you undo his belt, unbutton his trousers and pull them down.

My eyes are looking directly at you as I nod once again. Damn you look sexy on your knees in front of him.

Your fingers are already hooked into the waistband of his boxers, his cock straining and making a tent. It's hard to judge how big he is in the dark from where I am, but as you turn to him and pull his underwear down in one quick movement, the sound of his cock whacking his belly is unmistakable. I don't think you will be disappointed.

Bringing both of your hands back up to grasp his rigid, young member, you waste no time in enveloping the head of his cock in your mouth. He's by no means the biggest you've had, but he's a good size.

Using both hands to wank him, your head bobs as you suck hungrily on his cock. With each movement of your head you take more of it in your mouth. He is groaning and moaning, having to reach out to place his hand on the car to steady himself. His other hand seems to be hovering, almost as if he's afraid to touch you. "Put your hand on her head", I tell him as you take him deeper into your hot, wet mouth. He places his hand gently on your head. I can see the white of his hand move back and forth as your head pushes in and out. I can see that you are moving at quite a vigorous pace.

"Ease up", I say. "Let the young man enjoy it. We wouldn't want it to be over so soon".

With that, you slow down. You push his cock up so that you can lick his balls as you now wank him more slowly.

"Suck his balls", I instruct.

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 25 weeks ago

London

Without missing a stroke you take one of his balls into your mouth and suck on it. You alternate the strength of suction which is demonstrated by his reactions. Then you suck, and suck until you release it from your lips with a loud pop. Moving onto the other one you repeat this as the palm of your hand is running up and down his shaft as it points skyward, pushing it against his body.

It's very sexy to watch.

"Take him back in your mouth", I instruct, which you do by running your tongue up his length and placing the head of his cock back in your mouth.

"See how deep you can take it", I say. With this you widen your mouth and start to move down his cock. As you feel it go deeper it starts to feel uncomfortable, but you live to please.

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 25 weeks ago

London

I tell him again to place his hand on your head. He does so as you are taking more of his cock into your mouth. You start to gag and move back down to release his throbbing member.

"Good girl", I say. As you release his cock from your willing mouth you gasp and take a big gulp of air, lifting his cock back up and wanking it with one hand. You use the other hand to wipe the saliva and precum from your mouth as tears stream down your face.

It's very hot to watch you suck cock, and you do it so well.

"Finish him off", I instruct. You turn to face me as you continue to wank him. Smiling at you, I blow you a kiss and mouth the words, good girl.

You turn and take his now very wet and hard cock back into your mouth.

As your head moves to compliment your hand sliding up and down his shaft, I tell him to push on your head. He does so in a tentative and half hearted fashion.

"Harder", I tell him, and he does.

You hungrily take him into your mouth, back and forth, feeling his hand press on your head.

"I'm going to cum", he pleads.

"Good", I say. "Cum on her face", he is told.

At the sound of my words, you immediately release his cock from your mouth, your hands still wanking him.

Almost immediately he lets out a groan and releases a powerful jet of his young cum. It hits your forehead first, then, remembering my instructions to him, you grab his cock to direct the remainder of his hot seed onto your face.

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 25 weeks ago

London

His cock remains hard in your hand, your face covered in warm cum. "Show me," I demand. You turn to show me your face. "Goodness, that is a lot. Clean him up," I say.

He whimpers as you take his still hard erection into your mouth to suck it clean. Taking it from your mouth, you lick it up and down until it glistens in the moonlight.

When you finally release it, he says, "Thank you." I clear my throat and look directly at him. "Oh, err, thank you for being a good girl."

"For being a good slut," I add.

"Say thank you to the nice young man," I tell you.

"Thank you, young man," you say as you look from his cock to the incredulous look on his face.

As he does up his trousers and attempts to get his still hard cock tucked away, he looks at you,still on your knees in front of him, your face covered in cum. He then turns to me. I nod my thanks at him and say, "Cheers for that my friend. I hope you enjoyed that. And don't forget what we talked about earlier."

On hearing my comment to him, you turn your head to me, still on your knees on the blanket. A quizzical look on your gorgeous cum covered face. I meet your gaze and simply say, "Time to go. "

I reach out my hand to help you up and tell you to get in the car. You are tempted to ask for something to clean the cum from your face, but think better of it and without a sound walk quietly round and get in the car.

After I have retrieved the blanket and given it a shake, I place it in the boot. I place it next to some other items I have for a later part of your evening. But first we must be moving on from the pub. The night is not overly chilly. I'd say a perfect temperature for the next part.

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By *arknatCouple 24 weeks ago

New forest

Love being glazed 😈

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 24 weeks ago

London

As I get in the car, you reach for the tissues and wipes that I keep in the glove box.

"Not yet." I say. You look at me, hearing the tone in my voice. The one you feel in your pussy.

With one last look at the glove box you slowly withdraw your hands. "Sitting nadu position for driving, " I instruct. Almost without thinking, you spread your knees and place your hands, palms up, on your thighs.

You begin to bow your head but I reach over and lift your chin. "How else will people see your cum covered face, " I say as I start the car. You sit rigid in the position that you know so well, but think it odd to be doing it the car as opposed to the bedroom floor where you have adopted it many times.

You look directly ahead, keeping your head in the position that I have placed it. As I drive you realise that, in a short time we will be passing through a well lit high street, cum coveringyour face. You feel alarm but trust me.

You know that I will protect you

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By *arknatCouple 24 weeks ago

New forest

Oh an update. Thank you C xx This filthy slut is enjoying reading it over, especially when I know a little of what is to come. It’s turning into quite a night and It’s got my pussy twinging

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 24 weeks ago

London

As panic begins to rise in your chest, I reach over and take your hand in mine. I lead it to the glovebox. "Open it," I say, releasing your hand from mine. Your fingers grope in the darkness for the release, a loud click rings out as you find it. It falls open, the light revealing the contents whilst simultaneously bathing your nylon clad legs with the glow.

You look, your head perks back in disbelief at what you are seeing. A sudden rush of blood to your cheeks is matched by the same to your pussy, still tingling from the number of orgasms you have experienced so far tonight. "Blindfold, now." My voice breaking the silence and causing you to jump in your seat.

Without hesitation, you reach out to take it and place the blindfold on your face. You are suddenly aware that you have no idea where we are going and what I have planned. Clearly some thought has gone into this, the objects in the glovebox speak to that. But what?

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 24 weeks ago

London

As soon as you place the blindfold on your senses are heightened. The noise of the car seems louder and you feel panic begin to rise again. You jump as you feel my hand on your knee. I just let it sit for a moment to centre you. I squeeze gently a couple of times and you feel comforted by it.

I trail my hand up your thigh and keep going until I have your right breast in my hand, which I massage gently. The angle is quite awkward but I feel your breathing ease before noticing that you are starting to squirm in the chair.

Your hand reaches out for my crotch and I say, "Stop. Hands back on your lap. Palms up."

You immediately return your hands to their previous position and sink back into your chair. A sentence forms on your lips, but you think better of it. You just sit and wait. You've lost track of where you were. Did you go down the brightly lit high street? Did people see you?

You have an awareness of making some turns, the feeling, the sound of the indicators, but you are completely lost without the sense of sight. Feeling the car slowing, you sit up and attempt to look around before realising the futility of such an action.

You know the car is turning, to the left, you hear the sounds change as the surface has clearly changed. No longer tarmac, it sounds like gravel. A driveway? A car park?

The car stops and you hear me get out. You sit in darkness, the silence deafening, the thrill undeniable, your arousal palpable. You wait. And wait. But nothing happens.

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 24 weeks ago

London

Sat in silence and darkness, you feel your heart beat in your chest. Still sat in the given nadu position, head bowed, hands on lap, palms face up, you sit and wait. You know that you must not move. If you do, I will be displeased.

Suddenly, the door is opened. The sound causing you to jump and a small whimper to escape from your lips. I place one hand in yours and the other on your head. "Time for the slut to come out, " is all I say as I guide you out of the car and walk you to the rear of it. "Stand and stay still, say nothing, " you are told.

You hear the sound of my footsteps on the gravel; or is it stones? Whilst your mind is scrambling to work out where you are and what is happening, you realise how unbelievably turned on you are. You feel the wetness between your legs, almost as if electricity is running through every part of your body.

So aroused are you that you don't feel me coming back to stand in front of you. Taking your hands, you feel me place the handcuffs you saw in the glovebox on your wrists.

Again you feel panic rising, adrenaline rushing through your body. Placing the palm of my hand on your chest, just above your beautiful breasts, I say, "Be calm, you are perfectly safe, I will let nothing bad happen to you. Everything that will, I know you want to happen. Remember the words to tell me if anything is too much. Green is good, amber is unsure, red everything stops. Nod and tell me a colour."

You nod your head and say, "Green."

"Good," I say. "Then we can begin."

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By *cottish guy 555 OP Man 24 weeks ago

London

I turn you round, take your hands, still bound in the handcuffs, and place them on the boot of the car. "Keep them there, " I instruct. Placing my hands on your hips, I pull you back a couple of steps before lifting your dress up to expose your sexy nylon clad arse. You smile as you know what's coming next. At least you think you do.

You feel my hands running up the inside of your legs, continuing up your inner thighs until they reach the still damp crotch. The lush is still inside you, as is the butt plug. You feel a grabbing at the nylon as it is pulled, stretched, until you hear the familiar sound of your tights being ripped open.

A sudden blast of cool night air hits your pussy and involuntarily causes you to bring your thighs together. "Spread your legs, and keep them spread," I say. "Don't move," I whisper in your ear as you feel something cold and metal on the skin of your inner thigh. Momentarily puzzled, you freeze as I pull the gusset of your knickers. There's an odd sensation between your legs and then it hits you.

I am cutting your knickers off.

Staying completely still, you wait until I finish. As I do, my hand finds your clit and I run my fingers over it, around it before giving it a little tug. You are very, very wet. Reaching into your pussy I retrieve the lush.

"We won't be needing this for a while, " I say as I hold it under your nose. The smell of your arousal is intense. As you take it in, you feel a sharp sting as your arse is spanked then smoothed over by the palm of the hand that delivered the spank.

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