Lise in topic Lise's playground · Edited
So some of you wondered what has happened between the moment @ranc10 slapped my bare tushy to neatly cover it with my pleated skirt, and the moment he got to inspect my used, sperm filled pussy. Let me tell you a little naughty story then.
As you might know, ranc10 is my gentleman friend. We see each other from time to time and I confide in him. He is the one man how sees me for whom I really am and is, you might say, teaching me to be at ease with all my inclinations. Even the ones that are considered abnormal. Not too long ago he took me out, as a postponed little celebration of my 18th birthday last July. He took me to a hotel just near the airport and we had a smashing time. Of course he gave my barely legal little cunny to some good helpings of gentleman sausage. He really knows what a girl needs and is not shy to provide it to her. Even though it contains some stuff that can be considered really for grownups.
But eventually his manly powers did dwindle. I was okay with that but to my surprize he had anticipated to the situation where my appetite for cock had not been nourished whereas he (temporarily) wasn’t not able to give relief. That’s why he had let me bring the new pleated miniskirt I treated myself to. He asked me if I would dare to wear it without any knickers. But he just knows I like to be challenged. He also let me wear a short sleave blouse and what I tend to call my ‘porn mules’: high heeled slippers that look perfectly suitable in a combination of a saucy adult starlet’s attire.
And then he asked me if I would dare to walk about in this outfit, downstairs in the hotel lobby, the bar and the terrace. He told me he would come along and keep an eye on me from the distance to ensure that nothing funny would be happening. I must admit, this idea did tickle my fancy. And some place else, somewhere hidden beneath the hem of my skirt. My thoughts started to go off. What if… Someone, some man would see me. And got to realize that I was pantyless underneath that sinfully short skirt of mine. The idea itself made me moist. What if the man would be of the dishy kind? Ranc10 grinned and replied I might want to acquaint myself with him. I imagined what it would be like, under his watchful eyes, being chatted up by some attractive businessman lingering around in the bar downstair. It made my mind spin and my clit throbbing. Even though it was what you might call a fairly ‘grownup’ scenario. But my cunny felt, again, like it could do with a good seeing to.
I hope the smile that covered my face wasn’t too wicked. I agreed to our little enterprise. Not before we made a number of understandings that would help me to keep feeling save. We left our hotel room, I grabbed ranc10’s hand as we walked to the elevator, my heart thumping in my throat.
I felt really sexy presenting myself this way to the world. Even though it took quite some time for the world to notice me.
I was sitting by the bar, sipping a virgin cocktail as I found myself seen. By a man in his early fourties stirring his espresso at the other end. And I noticed ranc10 had seen that the man had seen me. The stranger seemed okay so I looked back at him. And as he looked again somewhat later I gave him a quick smile, letting the straw of my cocktail slide between my sucking lips. I wondered if he had the nerve to come any closer. After all I had had eye contact with other guys, inquisitive but eventually deciding that they were facing something too good to be true. But some way or another I managed to reel in this guy.
He was a businessman from Austria, blond and quite easy on the eye although not of the George Clooney-kind. He seemed of a congenial nature and I couldn’t help to notice his big hands with meaty, strong fingers on one of which glinted a wedding ring. Chatting to him, teasing, provoking his curiosity felt like a very natural thing. Probably inspired by the throbbing feeling a was aware of, radiating in my lap. And the encouraging glances I secretly exchanged with ranc10. He had moved to another table so that we had eye contact over the Austrian gentleman’s shoulder. My procurer hardly managed to supress his lewd smile.
One thing led to another. Jens was very supportive to my suggestion to continue our little get together in his hotel room. Next thing I knew I stepped into the elevator and I could feel a big hand touching my bum cheeks, only covered by the pleated skirt. Would he notice I wasn’t wearing any knickers? Ranc10 had giving me an approving wink as he watched me leaving the hotel bar. As it turned out he would follow us to check to which room the big blond Austrian would take me.
In the elevator I noticed the bulge standing out in the crotch of his trousers. I leaned against his broad chest, my little nose snuggling in his neck. He smelled very nice. My heart was pounding in my throat. I hesitated if I should reach out to have my fingertips touch that bump his cock had started to produce.
As soon as he closed the door we started to snog. He was a keen kisser and I could feel the hunger in his body as we were making out. It made me quiver with pleasure as I felt how his hands groped my ample tits. He fondled my bum as well and because of the shortness of my skirt it was unavoidable his hands soon slid underneath it. His kiss stopped for just an instant as he discovered my little secret.
I felt one meaty finger slide between the pouting lips of my cunny. Both to my arousal and embarrassment I could feel it was so swollen and moist and eager. He undid his pants and I put one hand into his briefs to let my fingers stroke his rigid cock. He uncovered my tits to suck my nipples. As he rubbed my clitty he already brought me to the edge of orgasm. I was so incredibly horny.
He made me kneel on top of the king-size bed. By now his briefs were dangling around his ankles. I had taken the opportunity to suck his rock-hard cock. It was impressively thick and at the tip a big drop of precum had glistened. Jens gave me an impression of being rather underfucked. I happily let my tongue lap up that precious juice of his horny desire to taste. As I sucked him off, more fluids started to seep from his chockfull balls. By then he had started to call me all kinds of names. Of the kind that would make me blush under normal circumstances, but alone in this hotel-room with a total stranger they made my mind spin and my clit throb even more emphaticly.
As he had manoeuvred me on all fours, he buried his face into the crack of my thighs and bum to eat me out. He did it with a delicious eagerness licking my tiny arsehole as well, pushing his tongue to rub it firmly. He sucked my pussy lips and clit, smacking and slurping, his face soon covered with the juices my unconditional lust made trickle from my barely legal cunt. It wouldn’t be long before I climaxed. Panting and encouraging Jens to eat me for all he was worth, I could feel an orgasm building up in my abdomen. What pushed me over the edge, was when he shoved a couple of fingers up my soaking snatch while licking the hole between my bum-cheeks. He must have felt my vagina contract around his penetrating fingers.
But it was clear that Jens was eager for more. I felt how one hand grabbed my hips. The other must have guided his loaded dick between my plump cuntlips. He drove it all the way in, regardless how thick his cock might have been: in one thrust he had penetrated my pussy balls deep. And he gave me a really good seeing to, slapping my bum cheeks, panting what a filthy little whore I was. I was biting my lips, my tits dangling to the rhythm of his thursts. My hand had moved between my legs to stimulate my clitty. I’m so glad ranc10 has taught me it’s perfectly okay for a girl to stimulate herself while undergoing a good helping of cock.
As I lost myself in another climax, I heard a voice whining that someone needed to feel hot sperm filling her filthy little cunt. He kept slapping my bum, my cheeks must have been all rosy. I heard him panting that he was going to give it to me. I encouraged my Austrian fuck bull to fill me. And I could feel his penetrating cock stiffen as he grunted and his load shot into my soaking cunt, right into the direction of my womb.
We lay down for a while. And as I could feel his sperm beginning to trickle down form the depths of my cunt, I realized I wanted to return to ranc10. I put back on my blouse and slippers and adjusted my skirt. I didn’t mind putting my breasts back into my bra. I gave Jens a farewell kiss. As I stepped into the elevator, I became aware of the sensation of a blob of his cum trickling down my inner thigh. It felt like a was walking around in a dream. As I regarded myself in the elevator mirror, I saw this girl with blushed cheeks, mascara slightly running at the corner of one eye. It gave me a quiver of pleasure, realizing that that messed up girl I was looking at, actually was me.
Ranc10 let me into our room. He had me bend over and revealed my bare bum and pussy so that he could inspect my pouting, drooling labia. I looked over my shoulder into his radiating face. He whispered he was so proud of me and I could feel he was meaning it from the bottom of his heart. I really made me happy, to realize that he loves and genuinely wants me this way. Then he unzipped his pants, produced a fully grown erection. He put it into my used cunt. My own juices and the cum Jens had left there made for excellent lubrication.
And I realized a fantasy I have been harbouring in secret was about to come true: I was going to have semen of two different men inside me.
As you might know, ranc10 is my gentleman friend. We see each other from time to time and I confide in him. He is the one man how sees me for whom I really am and is, you might say, teaching me to be at ease with all my inclinations. Even the ones that are considered abnormal. Not too long ago he took me out, as a postponed little celebration of my 18th birthday last July. He took me to a hotel just near the airport and we had a smashing time. Of course he gave my barely legal little cunny to some good helpings of gentleman sausage. He really knows what a girl needs and is not shy to provide it to her. Even though it contains some stuff that can be considered really for grownups.
But eventually his manly powers did dwindle. I was okay with that but to my surprize he had anticipated to the situation where my appetite for cock had not been nourished whereas he (temporarily) wasn’t not able to give relief. That’s why he had let me bring the new pleated miniskirt I treated myself to. He asked me if I would dare to wear it without any knickers. But he just knows I like to be challenged. He also let me wear a short sleave blouse and what I tend to call my ‘porn mules’: high heeled slippers that look perfectly suitable in a combination of a saucy adult starlet’s attire.
And then he asked me if I would dare to walk about in this outfit, downstairs in the hotel lobby, the bar and the terrace. He told me he would come along and keep an eye on me from the distance to ensure that nothing funny would be happening. I must admit, this idea did tickle my fancy. And some place else, somewhere hidden beneath the hem of my skirt. My thoughts started to go off. What if… Someone, some man would see me. And got to realize that I was pantyless underneath that sinfully short skirt of mine. The idea itself made me moist. What if the man would be of the dishy kind? Ranc10 grinned and replied I might want to acquaint myself with him. I imagined what it would be like, under his watchful eyes, being chatted up by some attractive businessman lingering around in the bar downstair. It made my mind spin and my clit throbbing. Even though it was what you might call a fairly ‘grownup’ scenario. But my cunny felt, again, like it could do with a good seeing to.
I hope the smile that covered my face wasn’t too wicked. I agreed to our little enterprise. Not before we made a number of understandings that would help me to keep feeling save. We left our hotel room, I grabbed ranc10’s hand as we walked to the elevator, my heart thumping in my throat.
I felt really sexy presenting myself this way to the world. Even though it took quite some time for the world to notice me.
I was sitting by the bar, sipping a virgin cocktail as I found myself seen. By a man in his early fourties stirring his espresso at the other end. And I noticed ranc10 had seen that the man had seen me. The stranger seemed okay so I looked back at him. And as he looked again somewhat later I gave him a quick smile, letting the straw of my cocktail slide between my sucking lips. I wondered if he had the nerve to come any closer. After all I had had eye contact with other guys, inquisitive but eventually deciding that they were facing something too good to be true. But some way or another I managed to reel in this guy.
He was a businessman from Austria, blond and quite easy on the eye although not of the George Clooney-kind. He seemed of a congenial nature and I couldn’t help to notice his big hands with meaty, strong fingers on one of which glinted a wedding ring. Chatting to him, teasing, provoking his curiosity felt like a very natural thing. Probably inspired by the throbbing feeling a was aware of, radiating in my lap. And the encouraging glances I secretly exchanged with ranc10. He had moved to another table so that we had eye contact over the Austrian gentleman’s shoulder. My procurer hardly managed to supress his lewd smile.
One thing led to another. Jens was very supportive to my suggestion to continue our little get together in his hotel room. Next thing I knew I stepped into the elevator and I could feel a big hand touching my bum cheeks, only covered by the pleated skirt. Would he notice I wasn’t wearing any knickers? Ranc10 had giving me an approving wink as he watched me leaving the hotel bar. As it turned out he would follow us to check to which room the big blond Austrian would take me.
In the elevator I noticed the bulge standing out in the crotch of his trousers. I leaned against his broad chest, my little nose snuggling in his neck. He smelled very nice. My heart was pounding in my throat. I hesitated if I should reach out to have my fingertips touch that bump his cock had started to produce.
As soon as he closed the door we started to snog. He was a keen kisser and I could feel the hunger in his body as we were making out. It made me quiver with pleasure as I felt how his hands groped my ample tits. He fondled my bum as well and because of the shortness of my skirt it was unavoidable his hands soon slid underneath it. His kiss stopped for just an instant as he discovered my little secret.
I felt one meaty finger slide between the pouting lips of my cunny. Both to my arousal and embarrassment I could feel it was so swollen and moist and eager. He undid his pants and I put one hand into his briefs to let my fingers stroke his rigid cock. He uncovered my tits to suck my nipples. As he rubbed my clitty he already brought me to the edge of orgasm. I was so incredibly horny.
He made me kneel on top of the king-size bed. By now his briefs were dangling around his ankles. I had taken the opportunity to suck his rock-hard cock. It was impressively thick and at the tip a big drop of precum had glistened. Jens gave me an impression of being rather underfucked. I happily let my tongue lap up that precious juice of his horny desire to taste. As I sucked him off, more fluids started to seep from his chockfull balls. By then he had started to call me all kinds of names. Of the kind that would make me blush under normal circumstances, but alone in this hotel-room with a total stranger they made my mind spin and my clit throb even more emphaticly.
As he had manoeuvred me on all fours, he buried his face into the crack of my thighs and bum to eat me out. He did it with a delicious eagerness licking my tiny arsehole as well, pushing his tongue to rub it firmly. He sucked my pussy lips and clit, smacking and slurping, his face soon covered with the juices my unconditional lust made trickle from my barely legal cunt. It wouldn’t be long before I climaxed. Panting and encouraging Jens to eat me for all he was worth, I could feel an orgasm building up in my abdomen. What pushed me over the edge, was when he shoved a couple of fingers up my soaking snatch while licking the hole between my bum-cheeks. He must have felt my vagina contract around his penetrating fingers.
But it was clear that Jens was eager for more. I felt how one hand grabbed my hips. The other must have guided his loaded dick between my plump cuntlips. He drove it all the way in, regardless how thick his cock might have been: in one thrust he had penetrated my pussy balls deep. And he gave me a really good seeing to, slapping my bum cheeks, panting what a filthy little whore I was. I was biting my lips, my tits dangling to the rhythm of his thursts. My hand had moved between my legs to stimulate my clitty. I’m so glad ranc10 has taught me it’s perfectly okay for a girl to stimulate herself while undergoing a good helping of cock.
As I lost myself in another climax, I heard a voice whining that someone needed to feel hot sperm filling her filthy little cunt. He kept slapping my bum, my cheeks must have been all rosy. I heard him panting that he was going to give it to me. I encouraged my Austrian fuck bull to fill me. And I could feel his penetrating cock stiffen as he grunted and his load shot into my soaking cunt, right into the direction of my womb.
We lay down for a while. And as I could feel his sperm beginning to trickle down form the depths of my cunt, I realized I wanted to return to ranc10. I put back on my blouse and slippers and adjusted my skirt. I didn’t mind putting my breasts back into my bra. I gave Jens a farewell kiss. As I stepped into the elevator, I became aware of the sensation of a blob of his cum trickling down my inner thigh. It felt like a was walking around in a dream. As I regarded myself in the elevator mirror, I saw this girl with blushed cheeks, mascara slightly running at the corner of one eye. It gave me a quiver of pleasure, realizing that that messed up girl I was looking at, actually was me.
Ranc10 let me into our room. He had me bend over and revealed my bare bum and pussy so that he could inspect my pouting, drooling labia. I looked over my shoulder into his radiating face. He whispered he was so proud of me and I could feel he was meaning it from the bottom of his heart. I really made me happy, to realize that he loves and genuinely wants me this way. Then he unzipped his pants, produced a fully grown erection. He put it into my used cunt. My own juices and the cum Jens had left there made for excellent lubrication.
And I realized a fantasy I have been harbouring in secret was about to come true: I was going to have semen of two different men inside me.
