Paying a Debt

“Oh, and Pussy Cat, I want you to do a countdown. For every number you miss, you’ll get an additional lash.”
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“Oh, and Pussy Cat, I want you to do a countdown. For every number you miss, you’ll get an additional lash.”

The second movie starts mid scene. Nick has two fingers pushing in and out of a woman who is on all fours. Her pussy sucks with each thrust, if the accompanying sounds are anything to go on.

Under the tangerine sunset, knees pressed into the sand, you lift my chiffon sweater. My eyes are sealed tight. In nervousness and suppressed excitement.

My luck, that’s when she’ll notice I’m getting the world’s greatest peep show. The cherry on the icing is that she’s paying me to be here.

I often find myself immersed in a daydream. Maybe it’s the creative part of me, maybe it’s just boredom? More often than not when I do daydream, it’s erotic and looks something like this… The heat of his piercing eyes…

“Oh, Pussy Cat, you direly need attention. You’d better hurry Kitten, she may internally combust.” I yelp as something soft laps against my clit, just as arms surround my waist, gripping me tight.

Through the window, I see him storming through his home. Before I can register, his front door is open, and a few loud knocks alert me he’s at my door.

The heady scent of sex and unbridled lust still fills the artificially cooled air and I take a deep breath, allowing it to wash over me.

This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is to play a game of two truths and one lie. I'm not a very good liar. Nope, that's a lie. I am a good liar, I just feel like a horrible piece of shit when I do, so I choose not to.

The image shows the woman standing bent over at the waist, as she pulls black pumps onto her feet. She completely nude from the waist down, bar the black stockings. Her arms are covered with a red knitted sweater, much like the one my date is wearing.