Miss Anne Thrope
Keywords: Thrope, Anne, Miss,
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I pulled it off and sank into the tub, and as my manhood disappeared beneath the bubbles, my smooth arms and legs looked just like those of a woman.
Having little other choice, she frantically grabbed at her fly. She managed to unzip it half way, but the mother had heard the unzipping noise.
She glared at Stephanie. She probably wanted to get up and run, but couldn't because she had a nursing child attached to her exposed breast.
Stephanie tried to smile at the mom again. The mom turned away as best she could.
Steph could feel that the tremors were about to reach their peak. Just as she was about to climax again, she felt a sudden a desperate urge, like she had to pee. Impossible, she thought. "Oh fuck," she said aloud, as the feeling intensified. The closer she got, the more it felt like she needed to pee badly. She was gasping for breath now, her hips bucking on the bench. Passers-by were turning and looking at this woman. Some wondered if she might be having a seizure.
Steph was desperate to stop the vibrator. She tried again to slip her hand between her jeans and her stomach. She managed to time it to the bucking of her hips. Finally, her fingers slid under her belt, but over top of her thong. All that did was press the vibrator in as tightly as ever. It was buzzing as strong as ever, jammed into her clit.
It was all just too much. Stephanie felt like she had to pee desperately, the vibrator hammered away at her clitoris, which couldn't be more sensitive and her hand was down her pants. A huge wave of pleasure crashed over her.
She fell forward, trapping her hand and let out a loud moan, followed by a string of words, "Shit. Fuck. Shit. I'm cumming." She was being far too loud, but didn't care. She felt a release from deep within her that she'd never felt before. At that exact moment, she felt a big splash of wetness between her legs. A significant volume of liquid had sprayed out of her pussy. If splashed into her underwear and spread out, covering her hand. She let out another loud grunt, as tears came to her eyes. She couldn't tell if she was crying from the sheer ecstasy or the complete embarrassment.
She felt another release and another surge of hot liquid. Her panties were soaking and so was her hand. Again, another release and another squirt. It happened twice more.
Unaware of the degree of the orgasm, Dave left the knob on 8. She was done squirting liquid, but the orgasm kept going. Wave after wave crashed over her for what most have been a minute. Finally, Dave turned the device to 0.
Stephanie leaned back on the bench with tears on her cheeks. Thank God, she thought. The damned thing's burned out. She slowly became aware of her surroundings. The mother was in the process of getting up, clasping her child to her chest. "I'm getting security," she snapped. "You're sick." She stormed off.
Stephanie didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She looked down and realized that her crotch was completely soaked. She slid her hand out from her jeans and observed that it was covered in a glistening fluid. She reached under her ass and confirmed what she already knew. She had a huge wet spot on her backside as well. She didn't know if she'd peed or what. She sniffed her hand. It didn't smell like pee. It had a sweeter smell. Stephanie had seen women in the off porno that she'd watched squirt, so she assumed that's what it was. She had thought that if it hadn't happened to her by now, it likely wouldn't.
She came to the conclusion that the only way to make it back to the hotel without looking like she'd wet herself, was to tie her T-shirt around her waist and carry the shoe box in front of her. She realized this would mean wearing a skimpy top with nothing else, but didn't care.
She slid the T-shirt over her head and observed her rock hard nipples. Feeling bold, she subtly gave one a squeeze for good luck. She tied her T-shirt around her waist, grabbed her shoe box and marched off before security could find her.
Her hands and legs were shaking, her face was red and she was sweating all over. Plus, her pussy and her ass were soaked and her nipples could cut diamonds. She knew she made quite a site but didn't care. She just wanted to get back to the privacy of her hotel room.
Dan saw her getting ready and ran ahead. He made it to the hotel room in time to lie on the bed and start to read a book. Stephanie walked through the door looking like a total wreck.
"Hi," Dan said. Then he called on his acting skills. "What happened? Did you like it?"
Stephanie kept moving toward the bathroom. She didn't want Dan to see the huge wet spot. "Um, oh....it was good. I mean....yeah, I'll tell you in a minute." She made it to the bathroom and dropped her shoe box. She removed her T-shirt and confirmed that she was soaking. She peeled off her jeans and removed the thong. The cool air felt good against her sopping skin. She peeled off her tank top as well. Her clit was red and poking out from between her lips.
She reflected on the day. It had been embarrassing, but she'd also never experience pleasure quite like that. Her finger absently caressed her clit, sending another shiver through her body. She'd have to talk to Dan about what had gone wrong, but she might be willing to wear the device to dinner tonight. For now she turned on the shower to clean up. She soaped her whole body, saving her mound for last. She spent a little extra time there, allowing her finger to gently massage her clitoris.
Yes, perhaps she would be willing to wear it to dinner after all.
STAY TUNED FOR PART II
My fingers slid back and forth, holding me open and helping to push the liquid inside. I felt it run deeper and deeper as the entire cup poured until it over flowed. I slid my fingers out, and rested until my gaping hole closed - locking the hot load of cum deep inside of me. I leaned forward again, and filled the cup. I lifted it to my lips, and filled my open mouth - letting most drain right back out over my chin, face, neck and breasts. I leaned to fill the cup again, and swallowed what was left in my mouth. It tasted so good. I wanted so much more.
I dipped the cup in again, leaned back, and with three fingers, spread the lips of my aching pussy open. Again, I poured the cup until I overflowed and then rested until I closed tight again. I reached and filled the cup one final time and lay back, pouring all of it into my mouth and holding it there. My hands began to please my body as never before. They rubbed cum from every angle and every direction across my entire being. Fingers slid in and out of both my holes. Cum drained into the tub, only to be recovered and spread on another part of my body. With each passing moment, I lost more and more control. Waves of bliss merged into other waves and the shivering and quaking never seemed to subside. The lust boiled over and I soon found myself over the bucket, shoveling handfuls of cum to my mouth while my entire hand pushed into my pussy, grinding to try and get past my knuckles. My entire body quaked in a fire of ecstasy.
I was soaked with cum from a hundred of strangers, my own juices and sweat. I rolled onto my back and poured the last half of the bucket into my mouth and over my entire face, rolling in the milky pool that lay in the tub. My hair mopped at the bottom of the tub and thick wet strands clung to my face, neck and back. My entire body glistened, sparkled and glowed of sex. My body wriggled in the hot slop of teasing and plunging fingers. I don't know how many orgasms I had, but there were many - if not one ongoing one. I stood up to relieve my aching back, and the vision in the mirror, I had decided, was the bad girl I had always wanted to be. My hair was matted in cum, my body dripped in it and it dripped out of me. I spread my legs and gently pried myself open with two fingers from both hands. I watched as glop after glop of cum poured out of me.
God, I am such a bad girl. He knew I wanted to be, he knew I could be, and let me. I picked up another handful from the bottom of the tub and lapped from my hand like a dog - just to harden the image of me being the biggest slut I have ever been, into my mind - forgive me, the biggest cum slut I have ever been.
My legs ached, my back ached from the hard tub and yet, I lay back down and rolled around in my pool of lust until I drifted off to sleep. I awoke a few hours later and brought myself off a few more times, then decided to take a picture of my cum-covered toes before cleaning up. That night, I logged on to my favorite Bulletin Board and posted the picture of my toes. Minutes later, a private message arrived from a user named CumDoc and it read:
My Dearest Madame,
Thank you for posting the picture. I am glad you enjoyed my gift. Let me know if I can assist you in the future with another Special Delivery.
Secrets safe, William
My reply to William was short, sweet and too the point:
My Dearest Doctor,
You have wet my appetite in the most extraordinary way. Please send more. Soon.
Secret Safe.
Your very bad, bad girl.
Part II coming soon.
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Keywords: Thrope, Anne, Miss,