Written by Julie

Fact
30 Aug 2013


To continue my story. I was so relieved when Steve finally phoned and so desperate to be fucked by him, that I did as he told me without arguing. He asked if I had a laptop and webcam, which I confirmed. He told me how to connect so we could see each other then told me to undress. I stripped and stood in front of the camera naked. He said, “Turn around, bend over and spread your bum cheeks so I can see your cunt and arse hole” I complied, bending over, feet apart, bum spread, showing him everything. I remained like that, waiting to be told what he wanted me to do next. My pussy juices were already beginning to flow so I moved my hands, gripped my labia and pulled my cunt open to show him my willingness to please him and do whatever it took to get him to fuck me.

He must have been checking out what he could see in the bedroom and had spotted a slim, smooth vibrator, I’d left on the bedside table. He told me to fetch it, kneel on the bed and insert it in my arse. I found a tube of lube in the drawer, lubricated it, squeezed a blob onto my finger, reached between my legs to lubricate my bum hole then knelt on the bed. I pushed the tip into my bum, twisted the knob, switching it on and pushed the rest up my arse. I held it there, vibrating in my tightest hole, fingering my fuck hole at the same time. He seemed to be enjoying my performance, watching for several minutes before speaking again. “Leave the vibe in your arse, lie on your back, spread your legs and play with yourself” he instructed. Once again I did as I was told, eager to please him and get the reward, his huge cock, that I so badly wanted.

I lay back, legs spread and started to masturbate. I wondered if he was wanking while he watched me finger myself. I was so excited, could feel the vibrator buzzing in my bum, sending tingles through my fingers to my clit. I quickly brought myself to orgasm, leaving me hornier than ever, even more eager for him to fuck me. I didn't care that I was married, wasn't remotely concerned about the consequences if my husband discovered what I was doing. All I was interested in was having Steve's cock in my cunt. Nothing else mattered.

I pulled the vibrator from my arse putting it on the bed side table. I sat up, looked at the cam, licking my sex juices from my fingers waiting for him to tell me I could go and meet him. He hadn't finished yet. “I assume a Slut like you has a large collection of dildos and vibrators to use when you haven't got a guy to fuck” he enquired crudely. There'd seemed no point in telling him again that this was my first time behaving like that, after my behaviour at the barbecue and having told him I wanted his cock. “I've got a few dildos and vibes. Do you want to watch me using one” I asked, eagerly.

He told me to go and get one. I decided against using the 18 incher, selecting a dildo around 12 inches long, and close to 3 inches in diameter, to show him what my cunt was capable of taking. Holding it steady on the bed, I lowered myself onto it pleased with the ease that it slipped inside my sodden hole, once I'd eased the large knob end into my pussy. I knelt, about 9 inches of plastic prick, buried inside me, rocking back and fore, raising and lowering myself until all but an inch or so was inside me. The feeling of being full, a little clit stimulation and I climaxed for a second time, resting with it inside me, regaining my breath before kneeling up, slowly pulling it from my cunt, giving him a triumphant grin.

He smiled back then told me “I prefer a completely smooth pussy. Take a shower and shave your cunt” I showered, shaved the pubes from my mons, carefully ran the razor over the rest of my mound and between my legs ensuring I was entirely hairless. Returning to the bedroom I stood in front of the cam, legs parted to show him my pussy was now smooth and hairless. He gave me his approval, asked what sexy lingerie I had and if I owned any miniskirts. I told him what I had and he told me to fetch stockings and suspenders, the shortest skirt in my wardrobe and my highest killer heels.

I selected tarty black fishnet stockings, black suspenders with matching shelf bra and thong, holding them up to show him. “Just the stockings and suspenders. Not the bra and thong” he ordered. I dropped them on the bed, picked up one of the stockings, rolled it on, smoothed it up my leg and straightened it, attaching it to the suspender clips, then did the other leg. I picked up the skirt, holding it in front of me. “Is that the shortest skirt you've got?” he asked. “It's the shortest I've ever worn to go out. I've got some much shorter but I only wear them in the house for Matt” I replied. It didn't really surprise me when he told me to fetch them. I held them in front of me one at a time. He chose one, not quite the shortest, a red pleated, mini with a wide black patent belt. He asked how long it was, I got a tape from my drawer, measured it and told him about 11 inches from waist to hem. “My cocks longer than that. Put it on” I stepped into the skirt, pulled it up over my stockinged legs and fastened it. I looked in the mirror, the skirt didn't cover the stocking tops, the clips and a narrow band of pale flesh visible. I tugged it down a bit so it was on my hips but it didn't cover much more even then. He was happy with that and the red, semi transparent mesh top I matched it with.

Over an hour had passed, he was satisfied, told me his address, in a converted warehouse, but instructed me to park, in a car park about 500 metres away. I realised that would involve walking through the city centre, but with a coat or long jacket it would be OK. I slipped on my killer heels, my legs looked amazing, long and shapely, making the skirt look even shorter, especially the back where more flesh seemed visible. I fetched a linen jacket from my wardrobe, carried it back over to the laptop to log off. He asked what I’d fetched. I showed him, explaining it was about mid thigh length. He immediately told me to leave it on the bed and go out exactly as I was dressed.

“I can't go out dressed in these” I argued. He shrugged, “If you want me to fuck you come as you are. It's up to you” he replied. “Can't I wear the jacket till I get near to your flat” I asked . “No” came the reply. “Not if you want this” he said, unzipping his jeans, pulling out his huge cock and stroking it. It looked as big as Matt had said it was. I had to have it, even if it meant walking through the city centre, dressed like a whore, risking being seen by someone I knew. I gave in, he told me to call as soon as I reached the car park.

By then it was just about dark, my car was at the side of the house and I reached it without any of the neighbours seeing me. I parked and called him. He told me to walk to his flat making sure I went along the main street which had several pubs and bars and would be fairly busy even on a weekday. I remembered my sunglasses were in the door pocket and put them on, hiding my face a bit. He told me to stay on the line and tell him where I was and if people were looking at me. Of course they were.

I felt both nervous and excited, glancing in shop windows, noticing the back of the skirt flicking up as I walked, revealing the top of my thighs and roundness of my naked buttocks. I felt incredibly sexy and naughty being in a public place, without any panties, my stocking tops and suspenders visible, wearing a skirt so short my smoothly shaven pussy was barely covered. I slowed and began to swing my hips as I walked, the skirt flicking up higher, flashing more of my naked bum with each step. I ignored guys turning to admire my legs and catch a glimpse of my arse. I felt more confident, no longer caring that the skirt hardly hid anything, stopping momentarily to adjust the skirt a bit higher to cover the top of the suspender belt around my waist. With the skirt hem now only about an inch below my pussy, I began to enjoy the attention. The fact that everyone could see my stocking tops and that my tits were almost certainly visible through the transparent top in the brightly lit street, was arousing. I could feel my pussy moistening, juices beginning to trickle down my thighs. I wondered if anyone would notice and realise the it was cunt juice wetting my inner thighs. More obvious were my hard nipples poking through the thin mesh top. The most important thing to me was that I was getting closer to getting my hands on Steve’s cock.

I continued chatting to him, nearly half way, told him where I was. There was a bar coming up, full length glass windows facing the street. He told me to go in and buy a drink, then go and sit on one of the stools lining the window. I'd learned it was a waste of time arguing and did as I was told. I asked if he was watching me, he said that maybe he was. I perched on the stool, side on to the window, aware that guys were slowing to look at my long stockinged legs. I told Steve I was sat in the window. I knew he was watching from somewhere when he told me to swivel round, facing out. I turned, trying to keep my knees together to preserve what little modesty I had left, though by then I suspected that wasn't going to last much longer.

He didn't say anything for a minute or two and I sat watching guys passing, several noticing me, nudging their mates for a look, a group of four turning, walking passed for another look then sitting on the edge of a raised flower bed opposite me about, 10 metres away. Presumably that's what Steve had been waiting for.

I heard his voice again, he began describing what he was going to do to me later. “You're going to strip for me, then lay on my bed and wank while I watch” he told me. I might go down on you and tongue you're cunt or maybe I'll turn you over and spank your bum until its as red as that skirt you're wearing. Would you like that?” “Yes” I sighed. He continued “It's my cock you really want though isn't it you Slut” “Yes” I sighed again. “I think I might fuck you from behind. Do you think you're cunt will take me?” “Yes” I moaned with growing excitement, my pussy leaking juices onto the stool. “I'm going to slide my cock into your tight cunt slowly, inch by inch and fuck you hard. Fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Later I may arse fuck you. I bet a Slut like you loves to take cock in the arse” I moaned just imagining it. Unexpectedly he changed subject “Those guys are still watching you. Open your legs and show them your cunt. Let them see the cunt which is just begging for a hard cock. The cunt you want me to fuck”

I didn't react quickly enough. “If you want my cock, want me to fuck you. Open your legs. NOW” Having gone so far already, the last thing that I wanted was for him to walk away and not fuck me. Looking over the guys heads, I opened my legs letting them see my cunt for a few seconds. I heard Steve sigh loudly over the phone when I closed my legs. “Open your legs Slut. Don't close them until I tell you” he ordered. Staring fixedly over their heads, I opened my legs, exposing my pussy again. I was aware of the guys watching, could tell people were looking, doing double takes when they realised the could see my by then extremely wet pussy. It wasn't enough for Steve, “Open them wider, touch your cunt” he instructed. I parted my legs wider, my eyes darting from side to side searching for him, certain he was nearby. I spotted him behind the flower bed, locked my eyes on his. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, stop myself shaking. I moved my hand from the shelf in front of me, onto my lap, then between my legs.

I felt my clitoris under my finger tips, stroked it feeling it harden. I waited for him to tell me I could stop. He didn't. The next thing I heard was him telling me to put my fingers in my cunt then hold it open. I hesitated he spoke again “If you want me to fuck you do it” I moved my hand lower, slipped two fingers fully inside my pussy, slid them in and out, in again then out, moving my fingers apart as I did so, spreading my labia, holding my cunt open. It seemed an eternity before he spoke, but after what was actually only a couple of minutes, he said to stop and go outside to him immediately I ended the call, put my phone in my bag, slipped off the stool, smoothing the skirt down and hurried out to him, ignoring the comments and suggestions of the the guys I'd exposed myself too.

The reason for him allowing me to stop so soon was two police officers patrolling the street about 50 metres away. I'm in no doubt now that he had intended to tell me to perform other sexual acts before taking me to his flat. I grabbed his arm, partly relief at not being arrested or something, but mainly because I was that much closer to the moment when I'd finally see his cock in the flesh and be getting fucked by him. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked. He grinned. “Did you?” he replied. I grinned back at him in answer, as we hurried towards his flat.

Recalling all this has got me so turned on, I don't think I can write any more today. Maybe you can imagine me sitting out in my garden naked, playing with myself while typing this one handed. Not for the first time this summer the guy in the house behind, the only one that overlooks the garden, has been spying on me from his bedroom window. I'm certain he doesn't realise I know he's there. Usually he's only seen me while I've been sun bathing nude but a couple of times I've given him a treat by masturbating while he watched. He looks about 65, otherwise I might have invited him around to fuck me. He's probably gone for a wank now. I'm hoping that some of you might have been wanking too, while reading my story. I would take it as a huge complement if you had been tossing off and I'd made you cum. I'm going to go up to my bedroom now to masturbate and then fuck myself with my favourite dildo so I'll finish for now.

I hope you are enjoying my story and find it as much of a turn on as I have writing it. I will be only to delighted to continue if you want me too.

Julie xxx


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