Kimmie revels in her forbidden escapades in the next installment of this red-hot series. Without further ado, here is Kimmie.
Dirty Little Secret, part thirty-two
That one was epic, she thought as she sat on her bed a week later, folding laundry. She nodded, agreeing with herself. Epic was the only word for it. She had been so thoroughly used that day that it had taken her quite a while to walk normally again. She was so swollen for the first couple of days after that amazing episode that she got a small orgasmic jolt every time she sat down. Or stood up. Or crossed her legs.
The best part was that she got a small jolt when she even just thought about it. She’d be going about her business and suddenly remember where his face had been or where his hands had been – or where his cock had been – and she could feel the blush creep up her chest.
At one point during the week, she’d been stuck in a long, tedious meeting at work, her mind wandering. As she thought about her to-do list and what groceries she might need, an image of his face in her ass drifted into her head. She felt her cheeks go red. Then she realized that she was wearing the same blouse that she’d worn that day when he had her face-down on the foyer floor. Her heart started beating way too fast. She dropped her head down to hide the flush that she knew would be all over her face and neck now.
A co-worker sitting beside her had whispered, “Are you okay?” She’d nodded and quickly excused herself, heading straight for the ladies room. Masturbating in a public restroom seemed like the exactly the right kind of dirty for remembering and celebrating such a deliciously debasing moment in her life.
She yanked her pants down, bracing herself with one hand against the back of the stall door while the other went straight to her crotch. She spread her feet to look like she was making proper use of the facilities. No one needed to know what was going on behind this closed door.
Her clit was still sore from the beating it had taken, but it took only seconds for the pain to dissolve into pleasure at the touch of her fingers. She pictured him behind her, his face buried between her buttocks. She bent forward ever further in the bathroom stall, pushing her ass backward into the air, remembering how he’d shoved her against the wall that day and spread her open back there, how his tongue and fingers had felt as he sunk them into her. She remembered how wet she felt, how slippery her entire backside had been, beginning with his spit and moving on to the lube. Her clit throbbed hard at that memory.
She was about to come. She took a deep breath, trying not to make any noise as her entire midsection exploded into orgasm. Her legs shook, making the door rattle slightly as her body vibrated with the pulsation of her blood. Shakily, she lowered herself to the commode, holding her hand flat against her pussy as the last of the waves subsided.
She heard the bathroom door open and footsteps make their way to another one of the stalls. Quietly, she let out a breath, trying to slow her heartbeat and get herself under control. She smiled, slightly embarrassed at how much relief she felt. That was a lot of pressure to have built up. No one could be expected to hold on to that for very long.
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