I'm going to tell you a sad story, with a happy ending. You're clearly up for reading about sex, otherwise you wouldn't be visiting this site, so I ca...n be more open than I would be in polite company. And I need guinea-pigs. Where better to find a group of sexually-frustrated males than here, he?Of course, if you're thick as pigshit, drunk, drugged, stink like an outhouse, or have a dick the size of my little finger, none of this is going to help you get laid. Or if you suffer from any or all of. As he stared at the wall the screens leapt to life. The one just to theleft of the opening caught his attention first it showed a woman's face,but not really a woman, after a second he realized it was made of rubber.The big red lips were painted on, there was no opening there, the onlyopening was around the eyes. This was some sort of a mask and underneaththe mask he saw eyes that he was becoming increasingly sure were his own.A quick test of closing one eye and then the other, and watching. I felt him point his tongue and dip it inside over and over. After he scooped out all he could with his tongue, he clamped his lips over my gaping snatch and suckled, hungrily devouring the remainder of love juice that oozed into his waiting mouth. ‘Oh, you naughty fucking thing,’ I cooed. He finished slurping the sweet and salty mixture and then slid up, focusing on my clit. Using the tip of his tongue, he coaxed the tiny bud from its hiding place. Then he flicked his tongue against my hard. The footsteps grew louder, and then stopped outside her door. A second later, the gentle knock sounded like a thunderclap to her ears. She dropped her pencil and whirled around in her chair, facing the door. Her heart was beating unnaturally loud, and her hands began to tremble. She knew if she remained quiet, he would probably go away; but what if he had been watching the building and had seen her come in? What if he knew she was there? He might continue banging on her door and there might be.