SASHA: Yes -- oh that's so hot. Hold on -- let me get on top.
JOHN: Right there. Yeah. Can you imagine him holding the lens of his camera an inch from your pussy while I press my cock into it?
SASHA: So hot -- I can imagine the feeling of his breath on my thighs while he shoots the closeups.
JOHN: Whom would you look in the eye while you sucked on my dick -- me, or the photographer.
SASHA: Mmmmmmm. The photographer. I want the photos to show how aroused I am. I'd be like a cat in heat.
JOHN: Would you have sex with me while other people watched?
SASHA: I don't know. Like where?
JOHN: At a sex club? In a public park? In the bathroom at the restaurant?
SASHA: Maybe, probably not, probably.
JOHN: Why maybe and probably not?
SASHA: I think these are my hard limits: I don't want to get arrested, I don't want to get raped, I don't want my face on the internet, I don't want to be seen by family or friends.
JOHN: That leaves a lot of territory to explore....
SASHA: Let's explore it. Mm, mm, mm.
JOHN: Oh yeah, I love it when you roll your hips like that. Keep doing that. Would you let someone else touch you if you knew it was safe? If you knew you weren't going to get raped?
SASHA: Maybe. Probably. If it were someone I trusted. If Gino had asked, I would've let him touch me tonight. At least I think I would have. I was imagining him touching me while I touched myself. But I might've been afraid you'd be jealous.
JOHN: You could've let him. I'd have been ok with it. If the guy on the dancefloor were someone you trusted, then would you let him touch you.
SASHA: I'd let him put his hands on my tits. He could kiss my neck. Maybe my lips just a little -- that's very intimate. If he put his hands on my ass outside the dress, I might pull my dress up from under his hands so that his palms could hold my bare ass. Mmmm.
JOHN: Oh god that's hot. Uhn. Some people on the dancefloor might notice.
SASHA: Let 'em.
JOHN: Would you let him touch your pussy.
SASHA: If I trusted him. If you had told me it was ok with you.
JOHN: It's ok. The thought of you in a short dress, hiked up to your hips, grinding against the palm of some guy whose fingers are up inside you, on a crowded dancefloor -- good lord, Sasha, you're a firecracker.
SASHA: I would like it even more if you were there too. When I pull away from Mr. Hand, I can press my butt into your bulge.
JOHN: I might have to fuck you right there on the dancefloor.
SASHA: Don't threaten me with a good time. Do it.
JOHN: I would pull out my cock and press it into you. Mr. Hand feels it sliding over his fingers, but he leaves them there. You press your chest into him and kiss him as I press into you, so wet.
SASHA: Oh god. I can feel your cock stretching me out. I can feel Mr. Hand's fingers raking at my clit. I can taste the whiskey on his tongue and I can feel your hands holding my hips. Mmmmmm. Oh yes. Fuck yes. Fast and hard. Just like that. Press your thumbs into my hips. Like that. Don't stop.
JOHN: People are watching.
SASHA: Yes. They've formed a circle around us. They must think I'm such a slut. It's dark, and they can't see my pussy, but my tits are out, my dress is bunched around my waist, and they can tell what's happening. John, I have a confession.
JOHN: Tell me.
SASHA: I want to suck Mr. Hand's cock. I want him to fill my mouth while you're filling my pussy. I don't care who sees me.
JOHN: Oh my god. Suck on my fingers you nasty whore.
SASHA: Mmmmph.
JOHN: So do it. Suck Mr. Hand's cock in front of the whole dance floor. Tell me.
SASHA: I won't even unbuckle his belt. I'll just unzip his pants and reach in and pull it free. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Mmmmmm. Yes.... I'd glance around and see all the people leering at me. Oh god -- they must all think I'm such a filthy slut. I wouldn't care. I'd bend down and take the big purple head of his cock between my lips and run my tongue around it. I can feel his hand on the back of my head shoving my face down onto his fat cock.
JOHN: That's my hand. Suck that cock, Sasha, you dirty slut. Take it as deep as it goes.
SASHA: Oh god. He's filling up my mouth. I can barely breathe. Grab my hair like you would. Mmmm. Yes. Fuck! I can smell the sweat on his balls. I feel delirious. I might pass out.
JOHN: Keep sucking, Sasha. Make that fucker come and you swallow every drop!
SASHA: I will. I promise. I'll be a good slut. I'll make him come in my mouth. I can't wait to taste him, all warm and salty and slimy. Mmmm. Come in my mouth, John. Tell me when you're about to come, I need it in my mouth. Keep pounding me, but tell me.
JOHN: I'm going to come -- I'm going to come now. Go!
SASHA: Yes! Urmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmm.
JOHN: Jesus fuck.
SASHA: Mmmm. That was so hot, John! I love you, baby.
JOHN: I love you too, sweet pea. What a fantasy.... Do you think you would ever do that?
SASHA: Maybe. Maybe.
(To be continued....)
