Sexcapade Files #33: The Ultimate Ruler King Cock

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Sexcapade Files #31: The Illicit Office Affair – Part III

Yesterday, I arrived to work soaked from the rain during my usual 30-minute scooter drive to work – my jeans, work jacket, and my red knit blouse all had blotches of wetness from the rain, so my boss had commented that I should just take off my top so I could dry off. Not hesitating for a moment, I pulled off each layer with ease, first my blouse, then my bra, until my breasts were hanging freely for my boss to touch. As I stood before him sitting in a chair behind the front desk, his mouth surrounded my right nipple, licking and nipping at them until I whimpered with pleasure, while his hand rolled my left nipple until it became wrinkled and hard. He kneaded my breasts in his deft hands, squeezing them with just enough weight, as his tongue licked the cleavage area of my right breast, then proceeded to suck and bite the left breast, while I hung onto his shoulders, my head turned back, whimpering from the pleasure he was giving me.

One of his hands ended up between my legs, and he was rubbing me from the outside of my jeans. He ordered me to turn back and lean over against the desk, to where my ass was pointed outward towards my boss's face. He pulled down my pants and underwear enough to expose my ass crack, and soon I felt his tongue softly stroking my ass crack, feeling the tip of his tongue, wet and smooth, sliding up and down my chubby ass cheeks. I moaned in pleasure, enjoying the sensation of his very skilled tongue tickling my ass, making me want him more.

We then stopped and proceeded back to work, but it wasn't long until he came knocking on my door asking if he could “play” again. I was sitting behind my desk, still topless, when he came around and reached over to grab my breasts. He got on his hands and knees, edging himself between my legs, and I felt his mouth sucking my breasts again, his hand squeezing one breast, as his left hand started to pry underneath my panties. His fingers started to rub my very eager clit, feeling the wetness (and the blood, unfortunately), and I moaned loudly, feeling his rough fingers rubbing my pulsing clit up and down, as his mouth sucked my nipple, over and over again. Then, he raised his head up and said, “I want you to touch yourself as I rub you.”

I couldn't resist such a request. I reached underneath my panties, and I rubbed my clit in circles, in the spots that I loved to touch the most, while he rubbed my clit as well. It was so hot, pleasuring myself while he was pleasuring me at the same time, two different hands on my clit, one was mine, and was was his. He then moved his hand away, while I was still rubbing myself, and he dug a finger into my pussy, sliding it in an out, feeling the tightness and the strength of my pussy.

“Oh my god, you're so tight!” he said with sexual fervor.

I couldn't help myself, I wanted to suck his cock SO BAD. I wanted to taste his cock in my mouth that I wanted to beg for it, and I didn't care.

“Please let me suck your dick,” I begged.

“Remember our rule, I won't let you suck my cock until you come,” he said.

This was getting too much for me to handle....in a good way.

As I continued to rub my clit with my left hand, his finger dug into the hollow of my pussy, first with just one finger, and then with two. His thick fingers swirled and dug to find my G-spot, and as we continued with our foreplay, I felt my pussy gradually tense, my back arched, and my moans got louder, as he thrust his fingers into me, I felt my pussy getting tighter and tighter, feeling sexual ecstasy getting closer, until he stopped and saw the blood on his fingers (he was afraid that he had hurt me down there), and we took a breather to get some work done. I sat at my desk, trying to catch my breath and get some work done, and for about an hour, everything was okay. I somehow decided to not put my clothes on, so I sat at my desk doing work with nothing on except my panties.

About an hour later, he knocks on my door, peers in, and notices that I didn't have any clothes on. I told him that I felt most comfortable in the nude, since even at home I rarely put clothes on except when I have to go to a communal area in the house. He told me to stop by his office so “we can play” some more. I couldn't resist another “play time”, especially with the pleasure he gave me an hour before.

I wait another half hour in order to finish more work. He's at his desk, working on the computer, when I walk in, naked except for some panties, to talk about something he wanted to show me. He was explaining something about the business, when he stopped and said, “Your tits are so fucking hot,” and decided to engulf his favorite breast (the right one) into his mouth. As he sucked, I again couldn't contain myself and started to whimper softly from his touch.

He raised his head and we kissed, our lips and tongues wrestled as our heads swayed from side to side, back and forth, our passion rising. Our lips released and I started to lick his neck, my limber tongue licking him in long strokes, then the tip of my tongue flicking his salty skin, and I could hear him groaning, “Oh god, you have a skillful tongue!” over and over again. His hands touching my back, but while I licked and nipped at his neck, his body froze for a while, and all I could hear was his hard breathing and his groans.

He suggested that I lay on the mattress in his office (yes, he has a mattress – he sometimes needs to lie down because of the headaches he gets in the middle of the day), and so he pulled it out, covered it with a sheet, and told me to lay on it, face down. I obliged, and I felt his rough hands stroking my back lightly, across my shoulders, then down my back, lightly pressing the muscles of my hands, feeling the heat from his palms. He then pulled off my panties halfway, so my ass cheeks were exposed, and I felt his tongue licking my ass crack again, ever so gently, probing that sensitive indentation.

I flipped myself over, lying on my back, and I straddled my legs around his waist, as he dry humped me for a bit, before proceeding to peel back a portion of my panties, to thrust two fingers into my pussy. As he dug his nimble fingers in my pussy, my arms and hands bracing myself, feeling my pussy tighten around his fingers, he unzipped his shorts and pulled out his uncut cock for me to rub. His cock was still soft, and according to him, he had learned how to control his erections very well, but the feeling of his uncut cock in my hands felt sublime. I loved the softness of it, and although I wasn't sure as to how big he was hard, I couldn't wait to get my mouth around his head and suck it, which may take a while before he allowed me to do so.

A few minutes later, he took his fingers out from my pussy, and I caught my breath from our little pussy play. We tried to get back to work, but obviously we had one thing on our mind – we definitely needed to get this sexual tension into fruition. Hopefully in a day or so this period of mine will be out for the month, and then the real fun begins...

Sexcapade Files #26: Tantric Touch and Squirt Marathon

Don and I were at his place recently to watch a kungfu movie – it turned out that we barely could watch the movie at all. The opening credits were rolling and we couldn’t even get our hands off each other. I must say that this particular sexcapade is definitely my greatest sex achievement so far – not bad for the second date, right? :-)

He and I were sitting on the floor “trying” to watch a movie when he looked into my eyes and kissed me. I couldn’t resist those soft lips for even one second – they were so tantalizingly passionate that I could feel the heat rising from our bodies. You could tell that he wanted me – and I wanted him – and that we couldn’t resist ourselves. Our arms wrapped around each other, and our kisses became more urgent and passionate, our tongues sliding up against each other, our kisses becoming more firm and wanting.

As we kissed, I decided to take control and see what he was really about. I wanted to explore his body, to see what type of person he really was, to observe what he liked and didn’t like in sex, to find his erogenous zones and to basically show him that I know more about sex than just lying back and letting him do all the work. My mouth began to explore southward, and I tickled his chin with my lips, tracing it in a straight line in long strokes, then moving my tongue in circles as I went towards his neck and his shoulder. My hands began to wander under his shirt, and with a very slow and light touch, barely touching his skin, I moved my fingers in very slow circles all over his stomach, moving upward, moving an inch every few seconds, feeling his coarse skin on my fingertips. His eyes were closed, and he gasped and moaned with pleasure, as I watched his head lean back, his body trembled, and his cock was rising from underneath his pants.

“Ooh baby, you’re driving me crazy, I’d never had anyone touch me like this before,” he gasped. My mouth continued to trace the nape of his neck, painting him with up and down strokes across his neck, and I pulled off his shirt to explore his body in an inhibited way.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I purred. The tips of my fingers didn’t miss a beat, moving around in slow, soft circles, barely touching his skin, and he gasped and moaned so more. My fingers touched his stomach muscles, then wandered in synchronization to his love handles, and he trembled so more. He tried to grab my breasts, but the moment I touched his spot, he was paralyzed by my touched, his head bent back, gasping with the shock and intensity of my touch.

“Baby, you’re torturing me,” he said.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, concerned. Maybe he wasn’t enjoying this…

“Oh no baby, torture me all you want, you’ve those magic hands,” he breathed.

My hands continued to moved upward, in very, very slow gestures, making sure my hands were still very lightly touching his skin. I circled his breast area, and not even reaching for the nipple, he arched backward, onto the seat of the couch, and breathed heavily. Teasing him so more, I purposely avoided his nipple. I moved my fingers higher, teasing him on the area under his collar bone, and again he shivered. He really must have a lot of erogenous zones that even he didn’t know about…

“Look at this, I still have my clothes on,” I teased him with my sultry voice.

“Oh, do you like torturing me this much?” he asked.

“Oh I do, baby, it’s time for me to show you what I’ve got. I have to return the favor,” I purred.

My deft hands began to knead his shoulder muscles, slowly and softly, while my lips kissed his back. “Take off your pants,” I whispered.

He obeyed without missing a beat, and there was his cock, hard as a rock and standing on attention. I rubbed my hand on his head, while through his underwear, and seeing that he should finally be relieved of this madness somewhat, I leaned down and began to lick his left nipple. He jerked in ecstasy, writhing with so much passion, moaning so much while I rubbed his hard dick that he couldn’t help himself.

“Please, I want to be in you,” he pleaded.

“No, not yet, I’m not done with you. I want you to lie face down on the ground.

He obeyed. His arms lying on his side, his head cocked to the side, I rode on his back and dragged my fingers across his back, making him shiver all over again. I explored his arms, the softness of his back, his butt, and down to his legs – all with my tongue. My tongue danced in various circles and flicks across his skin, while moaned and groaned all that while, for what felt like an hour. Playfully, I tickled the crack of his butt with my tongue, and he ended up jerking like crazy (maybe we’ll have to work on that area later on – one moment at a time).

He finally rolled over, and I was astride him. He lifted my shirt over my head and I quickly removed my pants, and while I was still on top of him, I rubbed his hard cock with my pussy while still wearing underwear. He reached over and began to suck my nipples, and I moaned with delight. However turned on I was feeling, he was making it worse! We finally rolled over, he was on top of me, and instinctively he scooted his head towards my legs and began to lick my clit in a frenzy.

What an adrenaline rush! His head bobbing in between my legs, the pressure and adrenaline built up inside of me, as he licked me over and over again, around the area of my clit, then down to my pussy, then up again, in long and short strokes, for what felt like half an hour. The fact that he could breathe down there was just crazy!! He ate pussy like a champ, sucking my swollen clit over and over again, as I writhed on his carpet, moaning my ecstasy away. He finally raised his head and rubbed his cock on my pussy, dipping himself in me to feel my wetness, and his fingers deftly played with my clit as he watched me wriggle on the carpet, feeling the pressure building inside of me. Finally, after all that pressure, something amazing happened – I gushed pussy juice all over his carpet.

He looked at me, stunned. “Wow, baby, that was hot!” he exclaimed.

“Oh my god, it’s been more than 3 years since I’ve done that!” I said, panting heavily.

“Baby, I want to see it again, can you cum on my cock?” he asked.

So as he fingered me again, massaging my clit over and over again with my cum, he had slid the head of his cock inside me while he jerked my clit senseless, over and over again, until I exploded again, feeling the rush of liquid flow out of my pussy and onto his dick, feeling a mini-Niagara falls exploding from me, as I screamed, letting out this wonderful feeling from inside of me. And not only did he do that twice – he repeated this process FIVE TIMES TOTAL – during this particular time.

After the fifth squirt, he stopped and said, “Oh baby, this is turning me on so much, I need to be inside you,” and he pulled me from the floor and went into the bedroom to continue our lovemaking…

EPILOGUE: I apologize for not writing the rest, as I broke contact with him after he started acting weird and wanted to forget he ever existed. Although, here is the summary of this story:

HE MADE ME SQUIRT ELEVEN TIMES THAT NIGHT!!

That's right, you heard me, eleven times...I had never squirted that much in my life EVER...

So I guess I'm a human water fountain, right? :-D

Sexcapade Files #24: Champion Pussy-Eater Part II

We arrived at his apartment 25 minutes later. As we entered, he gave me a 10-second tour of his place: “Here’s my living room, kitchen, and here’s the bedroom,” he said, then grabbed my hand, as we rushed into the bedroom, he said, “let’s go!”

A few seconds later, we were grabbing at each other’s clothes, taking them off and tossing them to the side. He leaned over me, and as he pushed me towards the head of the bed, his head went right between my legs, and he said, “I couldn’t wait to do this, you tasted so good in the car,” he whispered. And then came the deluge.

WOW, did he have technique! My mind was savoring the enjoyment of having my pussy licked so delicately and with such skill that my body felt as if it were flying over clouds. The tip of his tongue danced in circles on my clit, then it began to flicker, his saliva mixing with my wetness, and he made me go over the brink over and over, I couldn’t help myself from moaning and screaming in ecstasy. My body couldn’t control itself – my legs convulsed as I came repeatedly, and the longer I came, the harder my legs shook, and then my hips couldn’t stop rocking. I tried to grab onto the comforter, to give myself ground, but it was hopeless – I felt as if I was on a rocket ship, my clit exploding with such power that I felt as if I had succumbed to the wonderful sensations.

He went on, not just for a few minutes, but it seemed like more than 30 minutes had passed as he kept on licking my clit, rubbing the power into me, feeling the sensation as it jolted my body. However, I didn’t know that there was more to come, until he had inserted one finger into me, jabbing that finger into my very wet pussy, as he continued to tease my clit with his very powerful and skillful tongue. I felt like I went to heaven! My whole body convulsed, and as the orgasm kept building up, my eyes shut tight, I felt as if I had fallen off a very high cliff at 80 miles an hour! My pussy kept gyrating to the convulsions, feeling my pussy muscles clamp onto his finger as it pulsed its way from one orgasm to the next.

Soon enough, he stopped and laid down on the bed. Feeling that I should return the favor, I kneeled over his cock and began to suck it. My, it wasn’t bad at all. It was of average length, although I must say that the girth is definitely something a girl would enjoy. It was definitely more than average girth, a little larger than the size of an old half-dollar. His chocolate-brown cock wasn’t shaved (unfortunately), but the hairs felt as if they had been shaved some time ago, but it had grown to a considerable length – definitely not full-grown, but probably about ½ inch long, which isn’t bad, definitely something I could deal with.

I began to play with his head, sucking it a little bit with my tongue. A bit heady from that wonderful pussy play, I felt as if I couldn’t focus – I was drunk with my orgasm! My movements weren’t as focused, but I stuffed his cock into my throat like a champ, then began to play with his shaft, tracing it with my tongue.

Something began to worry me as I sucked his dick. He wouldn’t get hard! What was it about him that wouldn’t? Was it me, or was he just the type who couldn’t really get hard getting sucked? Well, regardless, I still played with him, trying hard not to feel like a complete failure. Although soon enough, I ventured to his balls and began to suck them, and he began to moan. Then, the idea came to mind to play with his prostrate gland – something that I had never done before (or rather, I’ve tried to, but never successfully). My fingers ventured under the area of his balls, and I gently pressed it. His legs quivered, and he moaned.

“What the hell was that?!” he gasped.

“Oh my god, sorry, was that a bad thing?” I pouted.

“No, it wasn’t, it was really different, wow,” he said.

So I gently played with his prostrate a little bit more, pushing a little bit into that area, stroking it with my fingers, and I grew excited watching his legs quiver and convulse, the soles of his feet pressed together as they shook with my touch.

My tongue began to explore further and I licked his chest. Once I got to his nipples, he began to moan so much, I discovered his cock became hard. So he gets hot over getting his nipples sucked! It was pretty hot, sucking his nipples, swirling my hot tongue around the hardening tips, then flicking them with the tip of my tongue. It just made him moan even more…

“I have to take you now!” he said.

I flipped onto my back, and while between my legs, his cock rested on the opening of my pussy. He rubbed the tip of his cock on my clit, dipped it into my pussy for a moment, then pulled out as he rubbed my clit some more. “Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked. “I want to feel your wetness.” He was making me want him so much more.

Soon, he slipped his hard cock into my pussy and started to thrust. His arms balancing his upper torso, and my legs around his waist, I had clear view of his nipples, and while he slid himself in and out of me, I reached up to his nipples and flicked it with my fingers.

“Oh baby, you’re making me even hotter for you,” and he started to pound faster into me.

As I continued to flick his nipples, his thrusting became faster and harder, and soon enough that another Big O came – the adrenaline rush, and the wonderful sensation building up in my pussy was too hard to ignore. He continued until he came – TWICE – then pulled out and immediately went back to eating my pussy.

“You taste so good, baby, like a sweet red wine,” he purred between my legs.

I was in heaven all over again. I have NEVER in my life so far, been eaten out so much before! It was amazing!! It was an orgasm that quickly faded then was rebuilt back again in a different way, as if the adrenaline rush was replaced with an arousing tickling sensation, as he continued on for so many long minutes more…

A while later, he stopped and lay next to me in bed. With his arm around me, we both fell asleep for a while until later on, where he ended up surprising me…

Part III in a few days!!

Sexcapade Files #12: The Anniversary - Part I

(In celebration of Valentine’s Day, the blessed day of Love & Eros, I bring you a slightly different sexcapade….)

Eric and I had finally reached our first anniversary, and we were both excited. I guess you can say I was very excited when I decided to surprise him with something I had never done before…be ROMANTIC…

A few days before this wonderful event, I spent hours scouring the supermarket for “supplies”, scrubbed my studio apartment clean from top to bottom, and made sure everything was the way that I had planned it in my head.

By 9 pm, the place was gorgeous: The place was lit exclusively by candlelight, candles on the desk, on the table, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, everywhere, that it was dim but bright enough where we could see. The apartment held such a romantic and sensual glow, that the flickering of the candles reflected on the huge mirror of my wide closet, so the lights felt as if they multiplied around the room. The best part was that my bed was situated in front of that mirror. I was getting excitingly naughty.

Dinner was a specialty – cheese-stuffed meatballs & spaghetti I had made that afternoon - and a bottle of sparkling cider was in the fridge (mind you, Eric did not appreciate wine, unfortunately). Two plates, silverware, and glasses were specifically placed on the dining room table. My stereo system was playing about 5 hours worth of a variety of making love music that I had handpicked from my vast music collection. And I was wearing a blue camisole, a blue miniskirt, and knee-high black boots, with my hair dried straight. Underneath, I wore a black mini-thong snug deep into my ass cheeks. I was waiting for the night to begin.

Eric arrived wearing a maroon button-up shirt and slacks. Wow, did he look good that night, and the look on his face spoke volumes. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight, as he gathered me in his arms, and gave me a kiss on the lips. It wasn’t long before that kiss became much more engaged, our arms tangled around each other, our lips locked, tongues touched, and I felt that spark of love and lust empower us as we continued to kiss, feeling seductively heady from the smell of his aftershave and his cologne, his man-scent overpowering me as I felt myself melt in his arms, his hands tracing the outline of my breasts through the camisole, feeling my nipples becoming erect and hard from his touch.

We broke away, and he looked at me, with a warm smile on his face, and said “Happy first anniversary. I have a surprise for you.”

Sure enough, lying on the floor, was a flat, rectangular object. He picked it up, handed it to me, and shyly said, “It’s not finished yet, but I wanted you to see what I was planning to give you.” I gingerly ripped off the wrapping, and I gasped: it was a painting of the two of us, on the beach, looking at the sunset. It wasn’t finished, but I saw the time and effort he had used to create it – the pencil lines and the watercolor brush strokes – and I felt so surprised that it really touched me. I was very touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you so much! It’s beautiful!” I gasped. “I can’t wait to see it completed!”

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t get it done in time, but I promise I will,” he said. “I’ll finish it for you, because I love you.”

”I love you too, Eric. Thank you for the wonderful gift,” I gushed. “Are you ready for dinner?”

I led him to the dining room table, and while he sat there, drinking some sparkling cider, I brought him our meal (and incidentally, it became our anniversary meal for three years). During the meal, he would occasionally glance at me, in a lovingly lustful way, and reach over to touch my face, slowly caressing my neck downward, then reaching over to cup my breast, once again touching my nipple until it became erect and hard. We stopped eating, and he leaned over to kiss me on the lips, and we again began to entangle ourselves in a passionate embrace. Our lips would swim over and over again, kissing each other on the cheek, moving toward the ears, his goatee scratching my neck, as his mouth ventured further south…

I began to unbutton his shirt, pulled off his pants, and as we kissed, I reached over to touch his already-hard cock. From what I felt, he had shaved just for the occasion, and I began to stroke his large dick with my hands, while he began to twist my nipples and squeezing my breasts that I began to moan with pleasure. We tossed our remaining pieces of clothing on the wayside, and lay on my bed, as he began to nip my neck, move downward towards the cleft of my breasts, feeling his tongue explore my stomach and the ticklish parts of my waist, and I heard myself moan more, feeling myself closer to the brink. I found his head swimming between my legs, feel his fingers part my pussy lips, and all heaven broke loose.

I was swimming in ecstasy. My mind and body was on the brink and I came multiple times as his fingers fondled the inside of my pussy, tickling the g-spot, and his goatee brushed against my thighs as I felt his lips suck my pulsing clit, getting me wetter and wetter, until my pussy juices poured out, exploding on the bedspread. I was gasping and screaming for air, my mind in a whirl, panting for breath, then he slid his cock into me, kissed me on the lips, and began to thrust, in and out, in gradual strengths, until I came yet again, then turned me over on my side and thrust into me with one leg on the bed, the other leg hugging against his thigh. God, it felt sooooooo good. A few more climaxes, and then he turned me over, as I was on my hands and knees, as he thrusted into me more, grabbing my ass and then holding my waist, as he rammed his hard cock into me, more and more, faster and faster, until we both came at the same time, screaming and whimpering into a passionate climax.

We collapsed on the bed, he and I both sweaty from our lovemaking. He gathered me in his arms, looked into my eyes, and said, “I love you so much. Happy anniversary, Vee,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Eric. Happy anniversary.” I whispered back. After a few moments, I said, “I have a surprise in the bathroom, you want to come with me?” I slyly asked.

Seeing his playfully suspicious look, I pulled him from the bed, and as he followed me into the bathroom, he finally saw his surprise: A row of candles lighting the bathroom and a bathtub full of warm water covered in bubbles. His eyes widened.

“Wow, you did all this yourself?” he said.

“Let’s lie in the tub and relax, I’ve never done this with you before,” I said. And we both stepped in the tub, and I lay on his chest, his arms wrapped around me, feeling his lips kiss the top of my head, I never felt so womanly and so passionately loved in my life. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world at that moment, as we sat in the warmth of that bubble-filled tub, feeling his hands and arms wrapped around me, everything was wonderful in the world for that moment…

Sexcapade Files #5: Orgasm by Ultrasound

Orgasm by ultrasound...what does that mean, you ask. Sounds like a strange way to get off it seems, but believe it or not, it is possible.

I would have to consider this sex incident as one of the funniest things to happen to me, even if it was by accident. Please consider that I wasn't even in that frame of mind to be thinking about sex (it wasn't even in the picture), but it resulted in a sexual manner in the end.

I was at the hospital for an ultrasound procedure, and I was scared shitless. I had never done an ultrasound, I wasn't sure what they would find, and I was hoping the prognosis would be good. So, as you can see, I was thinking about my health more than anything at this point. I was sent to a room with two women, one was an older, blond woman, and the other was much younger, about my age, wearing a technician's coat. They quickly introduced myself, and here I was, shaking with a silent fear, of what was supposed to happen, that I forgot their names. They told me to undress and wear a hospital gown, and asked me to lie down on the bed, that was right next to a computer screen.

So then the procedure began. They had smeared gel all over my stomach and guided an instrument that looked like a large dildo over my abdomen, and from what I can tell, the younger girl was in training to conduct ultrasounds, so she didn't really know what she was doing, and the older woman was guiding her, by hand, to point that instrument in the correct way. The younger girl was making mistakes, so the ultrasound wand kept on moving around in jagged movements, making small adjustments here and there, for half an hour until they finished.

I thought we were completely done, until the older woman stated they had to do a "transvaginal" ultrasound. I wasn't sure what that meant until they told me to open my legs and I felt cold hands on my thighs.

The wand went inside my pussy, slick and wet with gel. I took a deep breath, as the wand probed inside my pussy. Again, the younger woman was probing the wand inside of me, making mistakes and small, awkward movements here and there, so much that I started to feel kind of horny.

Oh my god, I'm getting wet, I thought. I shut my eyes tightly, trying not to make a sound, and I felt my hands clutching onto the sides of the bed, trying not to think of the awkward and sharp movements of the ultrasound wand, the uneven strokes...

Shit! I'm getting wet, oh my god, oh my god, I kept on telling myself, over and over again, but I was feeling the jagged movements of that ultrasound wand in my pussy, feeling myself getting hotter and wetter as the minutes go by. Then I began to panic.

Just breathe, don't think, just breathe deeply, this torture will end soon, don't think of this as a sex act, it's a medical procedure!! Just breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out... I told myself over and over again, lying on the bed, and feeling myself getting hotter and hornier.

Oh my god, I hope they don't know that I'm getting wet down there! This is way too embarrassing! I'm here for a medical procedure, not for some sex fling! Please, I hope they don't know about me getting wet... I pursed my lips tightly so I couldn't have the urge to escape a moan or a sigh, but I felt myself breathing hard. My cheeks were getting flushed, and my hands were getting numb from holding on to the bed. So much for embarrassing moments.

Then finally, it was over. They asked me to get up from the bed, get dressed, and I was on my way out. I kept thinking about the incident in my mind, and I flushed with embarrassment. Out of a frightening medical procedure, I ended up getting horny instead.

Who said that being at the hospital wasn't sexy? :-D