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I quickly discovered that if I slid my hand up his thigh and rested it right below his crotch, he would do anything I asked of him.
You can relate, can’t you? The possibility of feeling my fingers wandering up that bulge, unfastening your pants, sliding that zipper down, reaching inside and pulling your dick out. Who cares if you’re sitting in your car, in your work parking lot, while your colleagues walk past pretending they don’t see your cock sticking out of your pants?
Do you think I can stroke you to orgasm before you lose your nerve–or someone calls the cops?
The answer to that is, unfortunately, no. The goal isn’t your orgasm; the goal is my amusement–and a denied stroker is infinitely interesting. Besides, you’re freaking out from the public humiliation too much to cum anyway.
I’m afraid I’ll be sending you home with red cheeks and blue balls–and back to work tomorrow to face everyone who now knows you’re a pervert.
Oh, you know I wouldn’t really do something that awful. I’d never, ever put you on display for your coworkers’ entertainment, would I? You’re probably right; I do need you employed so you can continue to wine and dine me the way I deserve.
But there’s nothing wrong with me sliding my hand down your pants at the restaurant. The tablecloth covers your erection. No one will ever know.
Will you be able to speak to the waitress while I’m jerking you off under the table?
Careful now. I have an uncanny way of attracting wait staff right about the time you’re about to blow your load. Oh. Did the waitress appearing at your side make you lose your rhythm? We have to start stroking all over again to make you cum?
Maybe after dessert I’ll give it another try. You can sip your after dinner coffee while I expertly masturbate you.
No, no. Don’t fasten your pants. Leave that cock sticking out while we have dinner. I promise I won’t disturb the tablecloth and expose your one eyed snake to the waitress.
I would never expose you as the depraved stroker slut you are. Right?
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Wow, Ms. Piper, this definately sounds amazing. I would absolutely love one of your handjobs in a car or restaurant. I think it would be hot as hell! I think I could stay pretty composed as you stroke me and make me cum with the waitress just a foot or so away from us. The question is can you stay composed as I’m cumming all over your hand, feeling that hot white sauce as it drips down. Then after that, what do you plan to do with all that sauce? I hate to see it go to waste!
Well, Danny, I imagine I’d let you lick my fingers clean. You haven’t been following my other blog posts elsewhere, have you? We’ve been having a lively discussion of cum eating and the way I love to feed cum to my little pets. You should try it sometime, you’ll like it! 😉