Chapter 3: Free use in public
Jenny's soft curves filled the armchair as she recounted her fantasy to Dr. Harris, who hung onto every word. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on hers, as if trying to decipher her innermost thoughts.
"Go on, Jenny," Dr. Harris whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "What happens next?"
Jenny swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing as she spoke.
"Well, I imagine I'm sitting at a bus stop. A man walks by, and as he passes me, he pulls his cock out and just starts to piss on the ground."
Dr. Harris leaned in, his eyes darkening with excitement. "And then what?"
Jenny took a deep breath. "He looks at me and sees the arousal in my eyes. He walks over, grabs me by the back of the head, and shoves his cock into my mouth, not caring who's watching.
People gasp, but I can't help but moan as he fucks my face right there in public. My hands are on his strong thighs, feeling them tense as his pace quickens. I glance up and see his eyes roll back in pleasure as he thrusts deeper into my throat, hitting the back of it with each powerful stroke. My pussy is drenched and throbbing, the thought of being degraded like this drives me wild.
I look up and see the man's rough, calloused hands gripping my hair tightly, guiding my head further onto his thick shaft. I can feel every inch of him, filling my mouth and throat, holding nothing back. I moan in pleasure, swirling my tongue around him, tasting him, worshipping him.
My legs are spread wide open and I start rubbing my clit in circular motions, the sensation driving me crazy. The man notices and grins, grabbing my wrists and pinning them down above my head.
With his free hand, he continues to face-fuck me, efficiently silencing any objections. My heart races as he thrusts deeper, triggering my gag reflex, his cock blocking my airway for a moment. I struggle to breathe, tears streaming down my face, and my pussy clenches with raw pleasure.
"That's it, you dirty little slut. Take it all," the man growls, his hot breath grazing my ears, and I shiver involuntarily.
Suddenly, I find myself ripped from my shame-filled fantasy and thrown back into reality. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from outside the discreetly tinted windows that overlook the bustling city streets.
I am lying back on the comfortable leather couch, my legs spread wide, my back arched, and my breasts thrusting forward like a pair of ripe melons. I let out a gut-wrenching moan that almost sounds like a primal scream as my lover's face dives between my thighs.
He's a master at giving oral sex, and I always cum hard and loud. I want everyone outside to hear me. To know that I'm getting off, shamelessly. To be envious, or at least curious.
He sucks my clit, hard, and flickers his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His hands are on my ass, kneading and pulling my cheeks apart, spreading me open to his gaze.
"You like that, you dirty slut?" he growls, and I shiver in response.