“Ooh, master that feels so good.”
“Play with your nipples baby.” Her hands flew up to her tits and she squeezed and pulled, her earlier embarrassment forgotten in the heat of passion.
She moved her hips against my mouth and hand grinding her cunt into my face as her pussy juice covered my face. I brought her to the brink and stopped. She was mad enough to skin me but she knew better than to voice her complaint unless she wanted a spanking, or worse yet, no cum. I’d gotten into the habit of rewarding her with cum since I realized she loved it to the point of addiction.
“Get dressed love.” I could see the balls were having an affect on her as she moved around from the way she twitched. It was suggested not to leave them in too long for a beginner but I planned to leave them in all day.
With the plug and the balls, plus the amount of teasing I planned to subject her to during our little outing there was no doubt she’d be ready to fuck. That day was drawing nearer than even she realized. It was almost time for the L.A. trip; I wanted her virgin blood on my cock long before then.
***
Our first stop was the MET, not my thing, but she showed an interest and since I was all about pleasing her, it was no skin off my nose. I wasn’t surprised by her fascination with Vermeer. She seemed especially taken with the famous Girl with a Pearl Earring.
I followed her around with a supportive hand in the small of her back as she read the literature and asked me a million questions. Thankfully, my grandmother and mother were sticklers for art and all things cultural, so I was able to answer most of her questions without coming off like a total rube.
Next, I took her over to the special display they had on the splendor and eroticism in imperial Europe. Here, I made sure to touch her more intimately. A hand on her waist, a touch of my lips against her ear, as I whispered some little tidbit about the artists or the pieces she became transfixed by.
I got the best reaction though in the arts of the orient. Here, men and women were more in flagrante in their depictions. Her breathing and the way she clasped my hand tightly in hers, told me the pictures were doing what they were meant to. Inflaming the senses.
“Clench your pussy around the balls Kitten; do it now.” We were stopped in front of a picture of a despot fucking a young girl on her hands and knees while others looked on in differing forms of undress pleasuring themselves. In other words, the onset of a good old fashion orgy!
I felt the strain in her muscles when I laid my hand casually on her ass. Anyone looking would see the loving caress of a man with his woman, nothing too untoward in this day of public displays.
She bit her lip and slumped into me as the climax ran through her. “That was fucking beautiful baby,” I nipped her ear as I rubbed her ass softly before bringing my hand back around her waist, only going a little higher so that I was actually touching the underside of her tit.
“You just came in a roomful of people and no one’s the wiser.” She looked up at me with a look of hunger that had me groaning, and my cock pushing against the zipper of my slacks.
“I want…” Her voice broke and her eyes drifted closed.
“What do you want my Kitten? Whisper it to me.” I turned us so that I was hugging her. Hiding the fact that I was grinding my hard as fuck cock into her pussy through her clothes.
“You please Callan, master I can’t bear it please.”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay.” I looked around for the nearest exit and pulled her along behind me but I had no intentions on leaving.
If I remembered correctly, there was a part of this old museum not open to the public. I’d been there once or twice before, thanks to the grandparents and their philanthropy for some soiree or another when I was younger.
It took some time but I soon found it. The place was so closed off there was hardly any foot traffic on this side of the building. I found an unlocked door and pulled her in behind me. It was some kind of storage closet, I guess. Dark and musky, but it will do for now.
I pushed her back against the door as soon as it closed behind us and lifted her skirt. She spread her legs open to accept my mouth and tongue.
I didn’t play around this time, just sunk my tongue into her pussy going after the balls that were swimming around in her juices. She damn near scalped me as she pulled me into her cunt.
I tongue fucked her as I fucked her ass with the plug, and my shy little farm girl fucked my face and moaned in heat. My cock revolted but I refused to pull it out and stroke, choosing instead to save it for what was coming soon.
“Cum in my mouth.” I tweaked her clit and she flooded my mouth with her juices. I cleaned her up with a handkerchief before getting to my feet and kissing her. “Taste your pussy.”