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to lead the man into the bedroom, put his cock in my mouth, or demand that the woman lick me. Craving some dick, I put the tip of his dick in my virtual mouth. From there, the story quickly progressed with me deep- throating him and virtually fingering myself at the same time. I knew I must have been writhing in pleasure in my seat and blushing; desperately hoping that the shadow didn’t know about the various games on the device. My hands filled with my skirt as I begged the man to take me from behind with him laughing at me and taking control of the situation instead, fondling my character slowly, teasingly. As the options I was given became more explicit and humiliating, I realized that if I wasn’t given a blanket to pleasure myself ‘privately’ I’d continue dripping and would leave a stain on the chair. My clit was already pulsating, arousing me even more every time there was a breeze up my skirt from what I only imagined was the various movements the shadow was doing, emphasizing my need to fuck. That’s it, I’m just going to ask for the blanket , I thought determinedly.
     
    Finally gathering the courage to ask for the blanket, I reached up to take off the glasses, but reached a meaty wall. What the fuck? Was this my face? I thought, not yet trusting the numbness of my face. So I kept feeling around, and realized that the handfuls of meat I was holding in my hands was moving. Maybe this is part of the procedure. I rested my hands on it to try to understand what was happening, and felt that it was moving back and forth against my face—and I knew that I wasn’t the one moving. My head didn’t have time to catch up with my body, because for some reason I could feel that I was getting even wetter, my skirt clinging onto my thigh now.
    I probed around with both hands and felt the rounded flesh right above my face and as I went lower the meat had divided into two hairier sets of meat. Holy shit, he’s fucking my face. The feeling of being used was enough to finally push me into a small orgasm, not being able to control the moan anymore I cried out softly.
    After the initial arousal washed over me and seeped out with my cumming, I wasn’t sure what to feel. Should I be horrified, pissed, upset? It only took me a moment to decide that this was the best thing to happen to me—I finally had the opportunity to fulfill the fantasy I’ve been creaming for for so many years. So, I reached my hands up and slid them between his body and mine, pushing him off and removing the glasses with one swift motion.
    When our eyes finally locked, I revelled in watching his shocked face as he watched the obvious blazing pleasure in mine. I didn’t, and couldn’t, say anything due to the numbness of my face, so I slowly trailed my hand over my breast and slipped it under my panties, rubbing my pearl for a moment before peeling them off and flinging them onto the floor. I looked up at him shyly through my eyelashes before slowly spreading my legs ,  loving the hungry look on his face.
    Grabbing onto my hips, he roughly flipped me over on the chair and pulled my ass up towards him. I heard a loud slap as he spanked me, and I began pushing my ass back towards his cock, grinding up against me. I wanted to scream at him to take me, but I couldn’t get my mouth to form words, so I physically showed him as best as I could. He was smirking at me as I glanced back at him, then smacked my ass a few more times for good measure, surely reddening the cheeks, before he stuck a finger up my asshole. It was enough to make me moan out and reach out a hand to finger myself in anticipation of his huge, throbbing cock. He slapped my hand away and threw his body on top of mine, pinning either of my arms up against the reclining chair and flattening me against it. Motivated by the crazy look of pleasure in my eyes, he held down both of my legs with his own, looping his feet around my ankles to hold me in place. By this point I must have been wildly