Page 170 of S is for SEX

Otis turned to face him.

“Name’s not Dude, it’s Otis. Do I look like a guy you want to argue with?” Otis asked as he flexed his biceps and flared his chest.

The thin man shook his head, “Uhhm, no. No, you sure don’t.”

“Look at it this way. It’ll give you something to tell your buddies about,” Otis paused and turned to face me.

“Pull your dress up and bend over, Sam. Just like you were a minute ago,” Otis said as he reached for his belt.

“But I had my dress up on my…” I began to explain.

He released his belt and glared at me as if I were frustrating him to no end, “Just. Like. You. Were.”

I turned around and pulled my dress to my shoulders, exposing my entire naked backside to the stranger. Instantly, my pussy began to tingle. The sensation was an entirely new one, and brought a level of pleasure to my mind that was incapable of compare. For the sole purpose of entertainment, I slid my hand between my legs and rubbed my two middle fingers along the length of my dripping wet pussy.

Half bent over, I turned to the side, exposing my breasts to the stranger. As he gawked in obvious pleasure, I shifted my eyes to his crotch and held my gaze. As the seconds quickly passed, his bulge became more apparent.

“Look babe. My pussy’s a mess,” I said as I raised my soaked hand, hoping to excite the stranger even more.

“Go over there and hold her shoulders down,” Otis demanded as he pointed to the far end of the bench from where he stood.

Still standing a few feet behind Otis, the man began with his best effort to talk his way out of the awkward situation, “I uhhm, I really don’t think she needs me to do…”

“Tell you what. What’s your name again?” Otis growled.

“Alan,” the man answered.

Peering over my shoulder, I was enjoying the show in its entirety. Now standing with a full-fledged hard-on, Alan was obviously uncomfortable. The entire situation to me was nothing short of insanity, but with Otis involved, nothing was out of the realm of possibilities. As my swollen pussy continued to send shock waves up and down my torso, I waited for Otis to respond.

“Tell you what, Alan. You either go grab her by the shoulders and hold her down on that bench or I’m going to just knock your skinny little ass out right now. How’s that sound?” Otis said flatly.

“Sounds like I’m going to hold her down,” he said as he pressed the heel of his palm against his crotch.

As Alan walked in front of me, I straightened my stance slightly, showing him a full view of my perky boobs. As his eyes locked on my chest, I slowly reached for them, fully suspecting Otis to tell me to stop.

Well, until you say something…

I grasped my boobs in my hands and began to squeeze them and pinch my nipples as Alan stood and stared. As I heard the clanking sound of Otis’ belt buckle, I turned and glanced over my shoulder. His pants now around his thighs, it was pretty apparent he was as excited as I was. His stiff cock stood at attention, pointing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. As I watched it twitch, I released my right boob, stood more erect, and stuck my first two fingers into my pussy.

“Turn around, you horny little bitch,” Otis demanded.

I turned away from Otis, and while still standing half erect, pulled my fingers from my pussy and slid them into my mouth while Alan watched in absolute shock.

“Now, Alan, you do what I tell you to, and nothing more. You understand?” Otis asked from behind me.

“Uhhm yeah. Sure,” Alan nodded nervously.

“You’ll be fine,” I whispered.

“Bend over Sam,” Otis said.

I bent over the bench and pressed my tits onto the now very cool concrete. It wasn’t quite dark outside, but it was getting closer and closer with each passing minute. The sun had already set, and although there wasn’t any need for additional lighting to see, it was clearly almost dusk.

As Otis spread my ass cheeks and slid his fat cock into my sopping wet pussy, I gripped the edges of the concrete slab beneath me.

“Grab her shoulders and hold her down,” Otis demanded.

Alan placed his hands against my shoulders lightly. The mere touch of his hands against my skin while Otis fucked me was enough to send me over the edge, but I wanted more. The thought of him holding me against my will was even more exciting. To test my theory, I raised my chest from the bench and began to turn my shoulders toward Otis.

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