More Mutual Pleasures of A Dirty Girl

Not wanting to let go of the momentum he reached down to the hem of her short skirt and pulled it back. Her thighs automatically parted to allow him to touch her through her leggings and panties. “Take them off Sonya.” He told her.


She automatically lifted herself off the seat and reached up to waistband of her leggings and panties and pushed them down her thighs. “That’s it, all the way off.” He told her.


Moments later she was sat back down minus her underwear. Terry’s hand returned between her parted thighs. “You are very wet young lady.” He told her.


Sonya sighed as his fingers penetrated her folds of intimate flesh.


Terry suddenly reached up and took her right hand in his and guided it down between her thighs, then taking her fingers, he slipped them between the folds of flesh of her pussy lips before making her penetrate herself. Sonya felt her own wetness.


Pulling her hand quickly away, a few moments later, he brought it up to her lips. “Go on taste yourself Sonya. Taste what a dirty girl you are.”


She felt powerless to resist him. She had never done anything like this before; never even dreamt of it, but Terry seemed to be able to make her do anything he wanted too. Sonya slipped her fingers inside her mouth and tasted her juices. After a few minutes he guided her hand back down to her pussy. “Go on Sonya, masturbate yourself. Make yourself cum.”


She found herself obeying him; putting her fingers to the flesh over her clitoris. As she began moving her fingers in a circular motion his hands returned to her breasts; squeezing her nipples hard, before reaching down to the edge of her top and pulling it over her breasts. “That’s it dirty girl make yourself cum. I want to see you cum.” He said as he toyed with her nipples again.


Sonya closed her eyes and relaxed back in the chair as she performed for him. She had never done this before; touched herself in front of someone else. This was a private act; something to be done under bed covers, but Terry was making her do it in front of him; making her bring sexual relief to herself as he watched., and as he helped.


He helped by caressing her nipples, her sensitive breast tips; he helped her by urging her on, calling her a dirty girl; he helped her by urging her on, making her rub herself faster. She quickly found herself lost in a world of ecstasy; lost in a world of pleasure; lost in a world of submission to the desires of an older man. A man who helped her achieve a shattering orgasm that had her screaming by leaning over and taking one of nipples in his mouth. His teeth had barely began to bite when she felt the first wave of orgasm rip through body.


She never saw what Terry saw; she never saw her body convulsing in the chair as her orgasm tore through her very soul. She never heard what Terry heard; never heard herself crying out to some being in the universe; screaming that she was coming. But she did feel what he felt a few minutes later; she did feel the pool of wetness in the leather recesses of her seat. It was almost as though she had wet herself; her orgasm had been that intense.

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