Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
But determinedly, I started up again. This was my chance, I wanted to do something naughty, get myself off a little, have my own fun for tonight after the sights I’d witnessed. So I edged the panties off all the way, kicking them onto the carpeted hallway and then slowly turned so that my back was to the door. Leaning over, I bent down so that my pussy was facing straight towards the big man. Oh god, if he turned my way, he’d see right? But no, it was impossible. There was no way because I stood in the dark, out of the rectangle of light, and the brightness of the room rendered my movements invisible. So going with the flow, I bent over more, exposing my pussy, the flesh creamy and pink, glistening with my personal nectar. Mr. Martin, I thought, look, look at me, see what I’ve got for you, what little Ally’s showing you. I almost moaned at the dirtiness, displaying my pussy like this, but again, it was all in my head. Rob couldn’t see me, this was my personal play, my own private titillation.
And bending over more, my boobs pressed to my knees, I looked through the vee of my legs at the big man. He was still engrossed in his papers, reading away, but was it my imagination or was his breathing a little labored, like he’d just gotten to an exciting passage? I couldn’t tell for sure, the blood was pulsing in my pussy like a hammer, my clit huge and aroused, beating with my heartbeat as I shimmied and showed myself off, legs spread, cunt bare.
And I went for it big time then. Putting both hands on my thighs, I slid them up until I was gripping my huge buttocks, parting the creamy orbs so that everything between my legs was clearly visible, everything from my pink pulsing slit to my tiny asshole up above. Oh yeah, it felt so dirty, so wrong, baring myself like this, illicitly engaging the man although he didn’t even know it. A waft of cool air gusted over my butt and I shivered slightly, moaning under my breath, it felt so good on my over-heated pussy, on my folds that were dripping with lust, my own personal nectar. But I wanted more, god I needed more after the excitement of the night. I couldn’t just walk away without more happening.
So I went for it. Slowly, oh so slowly, I let a small hand wander to my slit until I was rubbing my engorged lips, caressing the swollen flesh. And lifting my chin, I screamed silently then, throwing my head back as I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. My boobs heaved and swayed under my torso, as my pretty pussy convulsed slightly, even the fleeting touch too much. Because I needed more, and I wasn’t going to deprive myself, not after the excitement of the night. So slowly, I began to rub my clit, caressing my puss while fingering my little nub, making myself feel good. The massage was so arousing, so fucking good, that it didn’t take much. My slippery folds gave it up almost immediately and I came hard, right there in the hallway. Biting my lip, eyes squeezed shut, my pussy clenched and spasmed again and again, dripping with lust as I fingered myself, squeezing and pinching my clit, playing with my opening, slipping my hand through the slickly wet flesh. Oh fuck, it was so amazing, knowing that Mr. Martin was only fifteen feet away, and if he looked in my direction, really peered into the darkness, he’d be able to see everything, a teen girl massaging her pussy into ecstasy, fingering herself as lights exploded behind my eyes, making me jump, shiver and moan silently, boobies heaving, cunt exploding with tremor after tremor of sensation.
And I blacked out, collapsing on my knees in the hallway, the soft carpeting cushioning me, breaking my fall. Oh god, it’d been so amazing that I’d literally lost my balance as the ecstasy overtook me, making me lose my bearings and drop to the floor. All the better that the soft carpet was a thick one, and I looked up, gasping. Oh god, had Mr. Martin heard? But no, as my breasts trembled and heaved, I could see that the big man was still at his desk, reading like nothing was wrong, his blue gaze fixed on the sheet of paper before him. Oh thank god, thank god, thank god for rich people who could afford the most expensive carpets, so thick that it was like landing on a cloud, a silent, fluffy mattress. And I picked myself up silently, one hand reaching out for my shorts, gripping them in my fist before getting to my feet, wobbly like a newborn colt. My cunt was completely covered in nectar, wet and soft, loose and uninhibited like I’d just been fucked by a man. But no, it’d been only me and I let out a soft sigh, getting one more eyeful of the big man before creeping down the hall and letting myself back into the guest bedroom.