This is a brief exploration of the most sensual sex organ...one's mind.
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I walk into your house. You give me a long stare and say, "strip." I do ask you ask, feeling somewhat self-conscious. You point to the wooden horse and tell me to bend over it, spreading my ass for your appraisal.
I stay there, unsure of what will happen next. I am acutely aware of the silence of the house, with the exception of your pacing. My pussy however betrays me, sopping wet with anticipation.
I hear the door open and you greet another. A man. I move to look and see the new guest. You immediately remand me. "Do not turn around. Keep looking straight forward." Of course, I do as directed. I wonder what it is you have in store for me. I am embarrassed that I am naked, my ass exposed, for someone other than yourself to see. Humiliation sets in. How did I end up here, I ask myself? But the throbbing in my pussy reminds me.
I hear the footsteps coming closer, you giving permission to your friend to get to know me with his hands. Suddenly I feel fingers at my pussy. I immediately tense, since I know they do not belong to you. The fingers probe my dripping pussy, accompanied by approving grunts.
Not knowing who is touching me so intimately is driving me crazy. The restraint I must exercise not to turn around is astounding.
I feel hands pushing my legs apart more and a head working its way between my legs. A warm tongue begins licking my slit. "Juicy" I hear him say. I wonder where you are and what you are thinking as you watch this. My pussy is throbbing with the attention it is receiving. He pulls back and I feel your hands probing me. "She's ready," you say. He sticks his fingers into me and agrees.