It's been a while since it happened, but I just can't get it out of my mind. I was on vacation in my hometown after doing well on the final exams, so I took a week off to visit my family and friends from my village. To be honest, being away makes you miss things... Plus, I have to admit that I liked staying with my family because they would take care of me in every detail. Dad told all his club friends that his daughter was visiting, and I was always his favorite, no matter how much it bothered my other siblings. To celebrate, he decided to throw a dinner party with some close friends... They invited some family friends too, just to show off about me to their select social circle. None of them would be surprised because most are professionals who have achieved success. There were four or five married couples, all very friendly, but one guest stood out - his name was Victor, a plastic surgeon. Obviously, I won't mention his last name... As the waitresses served canapés and drinks, he couldn't take his eyes off me. I was wearing a white dress that accentuated my curves quite well, although I suppose what caught his attention must have been the suggestive neckline of my dress that left my breasts rather exposed. Being a bit naive, I could have thought his gaze was directed at my necklace, but I'm not exactly naive... I decided to approach him and chat with him while his wife was catching up with my mom about the latest gossip - What would happen to me? - I asked in a low voice. Almost choked on his appetizer. - Excuse me? - he said before taking a long sip of his drink - Yes, you're a plastic surgeon, what would happen to me? - I said with a mischievous smile as I saw his reaction. I was enjoying how obvious it was... - I don't know, you're a bit young to think about surgeries Still and to be sincere, I wouldn't change you for anything - he said, already a bit more relaxed and getting into the game
I smiled at that comment and saw him biting his lips while looking at my body. I noticed he didn't see me as any girl. Like most of the guests did. It were eyes of desire.
- There's a girl, I'm glad for you, your mom told me you're doing great - his wife told me, clearly with many interventions from her husband on her body. Nose and lips operated at first glance and also breasts.
Victor turned around and preferred to continue chatting with the other men intimidated by his wife's presence
At dinner time, I positioned myself exactly in front of him. I wanted to see if I could avoid eye contact for the whole dinner. Although I was doing a good job looking down and talking to people who were farther away from me, I couldn't help but cross glances. I knew he desired me and the fact that he wanted to hide it excited me quite a bit.
I felt especially slutty that night. His permanent evasions. I felt them like a challenge and I don't like losing at anything. I adjusted my neckline, almost showing off the aureola of my nipples. He kept talking but when he looked at me sideways, he turned red and started to stutter. I realized he had gotten lost in the view.
At that moment, I realized this night wasn't going to end with just provocation. What was worrying me was if I could find the precise opportunity to make what we both were dying to do happen.
At dessert time, the cream of the cake helped me give him a bit more material for my insistent provocation. While plates were being passed and most diners were distracted by the sweet plate of dessert, I took advantage of being one of the first to receive it and as our eyes crossed, I ran my finger over the plate, spreading cream on it and put it in my mouth in the most suggestive way possible. I looked at him intensely with my green eyes piercing his, and I made a gesture of pleasure between the sweet taste in my mouth.
The obscene provocation that went unnoticed by almost everyone was a time bomb that activated in his head. I could see how he got excited. And his effort to hide it only excited me too. I'm not sure if it was an unconscious invitation or if he was really tense and needed to release, but soon after finishing dessert, he went outside for some fresh air.
I took advantage of the chaos between the waitress lifting the tablecloth and the conversations to slip away and when least expected, I went out to the patio where he was. He found me alone, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky as if questioning his dirty thoughts about his friend's daughter.
What's cold? I said, approaching him while rubbing my arms, intending to press my breasts against my chest so that his gaze would fall on my cleavage.
Yes, it gets chilly this hour. You're a bit underdressed, he replied, just as I predicted, with his eyes closer to my cleavage than my face.
I glanced sideways at the door and it seemed like he had done it before because when I turned around, he threw away his cigarette and pressed my arms. He pushed me against the wall and said, What are you looking for, girl? in a rather coarse tone that I loved.
What do you think? I replied without backing down, with a smile on my face. He looked at me one last time before pressing my hair at the back of my neck, making me let out a small cry. The cry was interrupted by a deep kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and his lips seemed to want to devour me.
I didn't resist and let his hands go down. One stayed on one of my breasts. The other traced my body until it reached the end of my dress and started climbing between my legs. I didn't want to be outdone. I was enjoying his bold caresses but wanted more. I put my hand on his crotch and checked It was so hard that it was. I didn't have to think twice about it. I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants as quickly as I could. The kiss we were giving each other went from his mouth to his neck, then continued down. I could feel him getting excited as my tongue moved between the hair on his chest. I didn't want to prolong things any longer and, fearing being caught, I quickly got up. I pulled out his urgent, hard, and latent cock and with a smile on my lips, I put it in my mouth. He closed his eyes and I started sucking like a well-paid slut. His eyes went from excitement to incredulity as he saw me bent between his legs with his cock lost between my lips. I didn't stop looking at him for an instant. His hands pressed my neck, pushing that hard member deep into my throat. The cock's cough going through my mouth was warming me up more and more, pulling my hair back and pushing it all the way in. I felt it getting harder and harder as he sucked it, although by this point it was no longer just sucking but him penetrating my mouth with extreme heat. I squeezed his booty with both hands, pushing him against me so he could keep going into my mouth with that wild passion. - Ah, slut! You like cock! - he said when he realized my intensity. That coarse vocabulary in such a serious person made me go a little further. One of the hands on his butt went a little further and I didn't feel any reproof, so I quickly started rubbing the edge of his anus. A single sigh was all I needed. My index finger began to slowly enter his ass. His hands on my head tightened more. I could feel how much he liked having a finger inside while he sucked the cock until he felt his testicles hitting my face. A copious explosion of semen in my mouth, with no warning other than a shuddering groan, was the crowning glory of the night. A little more came out when I pulled it out of my lips, making some escape. My mouth. I joined the white substance with my fingers while my tongue recurred for the last time over that cock and gave it the last show of me sucking my finger bathed in semen.
- This is a pleasure to be at home, I said as he put on his pants. I fixed my hair and went back in. Nobody found out what had happened in that dark corner but for Victor and me it was going to be the beginning of a story that was just starting...
I smiled at that comment and saw him biting his lips while looking at my body. I noticed he didn't see me as any girl. Like most of the guests did. It were eyes of desire.
- There's a girl, I'm glad for you, your mom told me you're doing great - his wife told me, clearly with many interventions from her husband on her body. Nose and lips operated at first glance and also breasts.
Victor turned around and preferred to continue chatting with the other men intimidated by his wife's presence
At dinner time, I positioned myself exactly in front of him. I wanted to see if I could avoid eye contact for the whole dinner. Although I was doing a good job looking down and talking to people who were farther away from me, I couldn't help but cross glances. I knew he desired me and the fact that he wanted to hide it excited me quite a bit.
I felt especially slutty that night. His permanent evasions. I felt them like a challenge and I don't like losing at anything. I adjusted my neckline, almost showing off the aureola of my nipples. He kept talking but when he looked at me sideways, he turned red and started to stutter. I realized he had gotten lost in the view.
At that moment, I realized this night wasn't going to end with just provocation. What was worrying me was if I could find the precise opportunity to make what we both were dying to do happen.
At dessert time, the cream of the cake helped me give him a bit more material for my insistent provocation. While plates were being passed and most diners were distracted by the sweet plate of dessert, I took advantage of being one of the first to receive it and as our eyes crossed, I ran my finger over the plate, spreading cream on it and put it in my mouth in the most suggestive way possible. I looked at him intensely with my green eyes piercing his, and I made a gesture of pleasure between the sweet taste in my mouth.
The obscene provocation that went unnoticed by almost everyone was a time bomb that activated in his head. I could see how he got excited. And his effort to hide it only excited me too. I'm not sure if it was an unconscious invitation or if he was really tense and needed to release, but soon after finishing dessert, he went outside for some fresh air.
I took advantage of the chaos between the waitress lifting the tablecloth and the conversations to slip away and when least expected, I went out to the patio where he was. He found me alone, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky as if questioning his dirty thoughts about his friend's daughter.
What's cold? I said, approaching him while rubbing my arms, intending to press my breasts against my chest so that his gaze would fall on my cleavage.
Yes, it gets chilly this hour. You're a bit underdressed, he replied, just as I predicted, with his eyes closer to my cleavage than my face.
I glanced sideways at the door and it seemed like he had done it before because when I turned around, he threw away his cigarette and pressed my arms. He pushed me against the wall and said, What are you looking for, girl? in a rather coarse tone that I loved.
What do you think? I replied without backing down, with a smile on my face. He looked at me one last time before pressing my hair at the back of my neck, making me let out a small cry. The cry was interrupted by a deep kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and his lips seemed to want to devour me.
I didn't resist and let his hands go down. One stayed on one of my breasts. The other traced my body until it reached the end of my dress and started climbing between my legs. I didn't want to be outdone. I was enjoying his bold caresses but wanted more. I put my hand on his crotch and checked It was so hard that it was. I didn't have to think twice about it. I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants as quickly as I could. The kiss we were giving each other went from his mouth to his neck, then continued down. I could feel him getting excited as my tongue moved between the hair on his chest. I didn't want to prolong things any longer and, fearing being caught, I quickly got up. I pulled out his urgent, hard, and latent cock and with a smile on my lips, I put it in my mouth. He closed his eyes and I started sucking like a well-paid slut. His eyes went from excitement to incredulity as he saw me bent between his legs with his cock lost between my lips. I didn't stop looking at him for an instant. His hands pressed my neck, pushing that hard member deep into my throat. The cock's cough going through my mouth was warming me up more and more, pulling my hair back and pushing it all the way in. I felt it getting harder and harder as he sucked it, although by this point it was no longer just sucking but him penetrating my mouth with extreme heat. I squeezed his booty with both hands, pushing him against me so he could keep going into my mouth with that wild passion. - Ah, slut! You like cock! - he said when he realized my intensity. That coarse vocabulary in such a serious person made me go a little further. One of the hands on his butt went a little further and I didn't feel any reproof, so I quickly started rubbing the edge of his anus. A single sigh was all I needed. My index finger began to slowly enter his ass. His hands on my head tightened more. I could feel how much he liked having a finger inside while he sucked the cock until he felt his testicles hitting my face. A copious explosion of semen in my mouth, with no warning other than a shuddering groan, was the crowning glory of the night. A little more came out when I pulled it out of my lips, making some escape. My mouth. I joined the white substance with my fingers while my tongue recurred for the last time over that cock and gave it the last show of me sucking my finger bathed in semen.
- This is a pleasure to be at home, I said as he put on his pants. I fixed my hair and went back in. Nobody found out what had happened in that dark corner but for Victor and me it was going to be the beginning of a story that was just starting...
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