"Please what my love?" Your fingers slid so slowly up my thigh, up the softness on the inner surface.
So near.
Aren I doing that?
"Yes in the shower teen. Please. Down there." Your fingers were driving me wild.
My hips bucking towards you.
I was breathing hard now.
"Sex is such a sexless word. You mean your cunt?" I nodded.
"Please. Please, touch my... cunt." You did.
I screamed, bucking furiously at your touch.
I rubbed myself against you but you pulled away from me in the shower teen before I could come.
I was crying in frustration.
"Yes. Yes. But, this... its too...." Suddenly I felt fingers slide over my wet open sex.
It in the shower teen took me a moment to realise that they were my fingers.
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I was obeying you.
I was doing it.
I began to finger myself desperately.
I knew you were watching me masturbate brazenly.
It must have been so disgusting to see but I was protected behind the leather.
I wanted you to see.
Both hands now, frantic, one set of stiff fingers over my clit another pushing inside, arching off the bed.
"Yes! Yeeeeeees." I screamed as my orgasmed tore through me.
I cried, I screamed, I sobbed, and I jerked and twitched on the end of my fingers.
"My cunt." So embarrassed by the word.
Still touching myself, I had to recount all I had done and thought when I had done it in the week.
Even my thoughts were yours then.
I told you of how the idea of doing what you told me shocked me, made me reassess everything.
I admitted how I had not wanted to do it at times but the knowledge that I had been told to, that you expected me to submit to your will both scandalised me and aroused me in equal parts.
