I Am Such An Eager Little Slut

So wet and so eager that I was entertaining doing something I shouldn't. Undoing my shorts and sliding a hand inside and a finger into me, pleasuring myself while I pleasured him.

And that was oh so dangerous. It was treading a line I knew that I absolutely shouldn't, because the truth was that the buttons and the zipper on my shorts were the only thing keeping my virginity intact.

Somehow I just knew it. That if I did undo my shorts, even if it was just to pleasure myself with my own fingers, it wouldn't stop there. I would have fun. Undoubtedly I would cum. But if he asked... I wouldn't stop.

The moment my shorts were undone he could tell me to take them off and I would. He could tell me to bend over the chair, to get on my hands and knees. To let him fuck me like an animal in the dirt. To get on top of him. To ride him until I took his climax so deep inside of myself that it would change me forever.

Oh if I undid my shorts there would be nothing but his own mercy keeping me from being entirely at his mercy and I knew Blake well enough to know that he wouldn't have any mercy for me.

If he saw the opportunity he would have me, so I couldn't give him the opportunity.

Instead I focused on finding my pleasure where I could, in places that were safe. With his cock in my mouth and my thighs rhythmically squeezing my sex and stirring the embers of a fire that was quickly threatening to burst into a roaring blaze.

My hand stroked up and down the length of him and bit by bit my mouth started to chase my hand. Pushing down to take a little more of him at times, leaving a watermark of my spit like a depth marker on his shaft. An inch and then an inch more and then another after that.

When I needed air I pulled back to the head of him and suckled at him, my lips pursed as I moaned, my tongue sliding out past my lips from time to time to roll around his head while I continued to stroke. Always stroking. Never ceasing.

But my stroking only required one hand. I mean his cock was big and I might ahve even been able to get both on it, but for right now one hand was enough and that left my other free.

And maybe it was just the idea of him fucking my breasts that spurred me on. I know it was all ****, because it wasn't until he pointed it out himself that I even realized what it was that I was doing.

"You can't help yourself, can you?" he said with a chuckle, "My eager little slut."

I whimpered and mewled, still sucking on the head of him while my hand stroked. My brow furrowed as I asked a question without words that he answered with a gesture towards my breasts.

"I mean playing with them like you are, why wouldn't I want to fuck them?"

I realized what he was talking about. My hand, my free hand, was idly stroking my breasts while my other hand eagerly stroked his cock. Pulling at my breasts and feeling them, pinching my nipples and making me jump. Stroking and squeezing and making me moan.

I may not have been able to put my hand in my panties without risking something, but this was all different. I could touch my breasts, they were already free. And I was so eager for pleasure that this would be something.

And god it was. I started to realize that all the little jumps and thrills that were rushing through me were down to this. That when my back arched it was because I was pressing my breast into my palm. That when my hips rocked just so it was because I'd just pinched my nipple and it made me jump.

That maybe Blake was right.

That maybe I wanted it.

That maybe I was just an eager little slut.

And that maybe that was the best thing of all.

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