Humiliated

“You don’t want to be fingered, you want to be humiliated,” you say, sliding a finger into her wet slit.

“Oh fuck, what are you going to do to me?” she asks, sounding far more turned on than concerned.

“First, I’m going to tease you,” you say, continuing to play with the folds of her pussy. “I’m going to make you so horny that you’re going to beg me to cum. But we’re in public, and you can’t cum in public, can you?”

“No, I can’t,” she says. “I won’t cum unless you tell me to.”

“That’s a good girl,” you smile.

Your finger drifts up to her clit, briefly flicking across it, and then you return to the heat of her snatch, gradually working your finger inside of her. You take your time. Slowly, you insert a second finger, probing her depths. You explore her canal, twin fingers making sure that every nook and cranny gets the attention that it deserves. You take note of the spots that make her react, sticking her ass further at you, and you only return to them on occasion, giving her just enough to keep her wanting more.

“Such a lovely sight,” you say. “Your pussy looks so good with my fingers stuck in there. I should take a picture to commemorate the occasion. Maybe I could even send it to somebody. What do you think of that?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she says, squirming beneath you.

With your free hand, you fish your phone out of your pocket, and snap a photo.

“Beautiful. I’m definitely keeping this one,” you smile, because Lucy has such a fine little ass that you could jack off to it for days.

“Fuck… mmmm…. whatever you do, just don’t… don’t send it to Christina,” she says, her breath growing hot and heavy.

“And what if I do?” you ask, thrusting your fingers deeper inside of her.

“Don’t, I’ll do anything you want,” she says.

“What if I want your lips wrapped around my cock?” you ask her, curling your fingers up again.

“I guess I’ll have to please you then,” she says.

You give her ass a slap, enjoying the pink color rising across her tight ass, and say: “Then get out of that machine and start sucking my cock. I know you’re not actually stuck.”

“How’d you figure that out?” Lucy smiles mischievously as she gets out of the laundry machine.

She kneels before you and you drop your pants, revealing your semi. Lucy’s eyes widen slightly as she sees it, and you take the opportunity to slap your cock against her face. With your other hand, you snap another picture of the moment.

“What’s that… fuck, please, no more photos of me can get out,” she says, starting to finger herself.

“Then start sucking,” you say.

When she does, her lips wrapping around your member in a perfect little ‘o’, you put down your phone and lean back, enjoying the blowjob that’s just gotten started. She slowly works your shaft. She knows how to suck cock well, the suction **** really something else as she fits more and more of you into her mouth.

“That’s it, that’s good,” you moan. “Keep it up and I might even delete the photos. But if you can’t make me cum in five minutes, then…” You raise your phone, setting a timer. “You know who this picture’s getting sent to.”

“You wouldn’t,” Lucy somehow says through a mouthful of your cock, but you see the way that her hand vigorously moves, the way that the dirty talk is getting to her.

Now, with the time limit you set as motivation, Lucy really turns on the jets. She goes harder, gagging on your cock, working your entire length, sucking rapidly. After a minute of this, she backs off, spitting on your cock, playing with your balls, and then switches to licking your shaft while the hand of hers that’s not buried inside herself jacks you off, the twin sensations of her tongue and her hand an absolute delight.

“I could enjoy this all day,” you smile. “Two minutes gone and you’re not even close to getting me there.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lucy mutters, jacking you off faster, as she places her mouth back onto your cock.

If she was just giving you an excellent blowjob before, the way she deepthroats you now turns it into a class of its own. You watch her bobbing up and down your cock, your bulbous head bulging in her throat. She comes up for air every couple seconds, each breath growing more and more frantic as her time grows shorter and shorter.

“That’s better,” you say. “Three minutes gone, two to go.”

She redoubles her effort, now using both hands to jack you off at double speed. If only every blowjob could be delivered with this much commitment. She continues to deepthroat you, looking up at you with wide eyes, traces of panic starting to show as she realizes that she hasn’t got much time left.

“One minute until this goes to your roommate,” you say. “Can you imagine what Christina would say?”

“MMmmhhhhh,” is the only answer that you get from Lucy as she works your cock harder. You feel yourself having to maintain razor focus to keep yourself far away from the edge. You’ve got to hold on. Longer. But she’s good. You can feel that it’ll be close. Then, in a moment of inspiration, Lucy slips one hand off your cock and brushes it against your asshole, tracing the faint little hole there. You groan aloud. This wasn’t in the cards, but now that she’s doing it… you feel yourself hurtling towards the brink, and before you can stop yourself, you explode in her mouth, right as the timer goes off.

Lucy greedily swallows your cum in huge gulps, each thick rope of yours going straight down her gullet. The sight of her like this, lips wrapped around you in her sheer nightie, in a laundry room nonetheless, is so hot that you wish you could take a photo to commemorate the occasion. The orgasm is powerful enough that you almost fall to your knees, but you manage to hold steady, finishing off strong inside of Lucy’s mouth. The teenage coed backs off from your cock, wiping her lips, panting from the exertion.

“You cut it pretty close there,” you say, pulling up the photo you took of Lucy earlier.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” she says. “Can I… can I cum now?”

Lucy’s fingering herself desperately now, and you laugh.

“Go ahead. You deserve it,” you say, and she closes her eyes, fingering herself faster and faster. In less than a minute’s time, she slumps against the laundry machines, a quivering mess, and you shake your head.

“Imagine if someone walked in,” you say, helping her up to her feet again.

“Fuck, that would have been even hotter,” Lucy says.

You laugh and shake your head, saying: “You’re crazy, girl.”

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