| Straight: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism: A visit to the art museum (1/1) |
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I was long overdue for a visit to the art museum, so my lover and I decided to take an afternoon and take a nice, leisurely stroll through. It was a weekday afternoon, and the museum was fairly deserted. The longer we strolled, the more restless I could feel him become. In front of a risqué painting of lovers at play, he began to nibble at my neck… always a weak spot. Nevertheless, I tried to be good, moving on to the next painting. He persisted, slipping a hand inside the halter-top of my dress and teasing my nipple as he continued to nibble at my neck and ears. “Not fair,” I murmured, as he pulled me down onto a bench in a corner of the room. Despite my token struggles, he untied my top and let it slip to my waist, exposing my breasts. I frantically searched for other museumgoers, but thankfully saw none, and soon forgot everything but hands, tongue, and teeth on my breasts. My hips were grinding of their own volition, and my legs spread. I felt his hand begin to slide up my leg, his fingers slipping inside my soaking wet pussy, and working me until I could no longer suppress my moans of pleasure. He slid my panties down and off and began to slip my skirt up, exposing me. Remembering where I was, this time I began to struggle for real, but he simply pinned me (I could feel the hardness of his cock fighting to escape his pants), and tied my wrists to the bench with my top. With a wicked smile, he went right back to raising my skirt, and then lowered his head between my legs and began to torture me with his tongue… stopping every few moments to watch how far gone I was. I could feel my clit swell with every flick of his tongue, until I was begging for him to finish me off. He refused to oblige, alternating his fingers and his tongue inside me until I finally came with a scream, not caring where I was. I saw him standing over me, ready to thrust inside me, when we both saw him at the same time: the security guard, standing there, staring at us. Rather than looking ready to throw us out, he appeared transfixed, the bulge clearly apparent in his pants. My lover looked back at me, grinned, and thrust into me with all his might, filling me completely. I wrapped my legs over his shoulders and he pounded me with all his might, our pleasure doubled by the guard looking on. I came in one last, explosive burst, and then my lover shot hard into me, his shout echoing in the hall around us. As he zipped up his pants, I expected to be freed from my tantalizing bondage. My lover gave me a wicked look, glanced at the young security guard who looked glazed with lust, and said, “I think you’ll make a charming new exhibit for the museum.” With that, he walked out, leaving me spread-eagled, exposed, and still throbbing…. |
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