Amber the married slut 1

I wasn't sure what to expect but when Jason called and had instructed me to clear my weekend schedule. I knew it was going to be a wild weekend. He said he was finally cashing in a bet I had made with him, about who was going to get married first. We had dated a few years ago, and after a rather puzzling breakup, I ended up married to some rich guy who's idea of foreplay was placing my hand on his dick. Things weren't all bad, I was still able to fuck and suck Jason when ever one of us had the itching, but since he moved to Seattle, my body had been starving for some good sex. When I hung up with Jason I started to feel that dampness between my legs, as my mind ran wild with what he might have in store for my sweet box.

Following Jason instructions I hopped in the shower and shaved my pussy clean, he said he wanted it smooth and bare just like the way he left me two years ago. Drying my self off , I stood in front of the mirror and checked out my smooth little friend. I knew I must look hot, with the new nipple rings hanging down from my overly large nips, and the silver barbell piercing directly above my clit. But I definitely had to smile as l looked at my self in the mirror, all that bicycling and running to stay in shape had really paid off. My legs were still very well defined just like in college, and my ass was still tight and round. For a twenty eight year old I still looked like I was twenty. I called my husband at work and told him that my mother was sick, and that I was going to visit her in Minneapolis. I rummaged through the closet looking for the clothing that Jason had requested me to wear on the flight to visit him in Seattle. I picked out the white blouse that had little strips of shear material interwoven with little strips of white cotton. My nipples rings would be clearly visible through it, but it covered just enough to keep me from being arrested. The black skirt I wore was ankle length but split up to my panty line, and since I wasn't allowed to wear any panties, I didn't think it would matter to much. Heading out the door I grabbed my little pocket rocket vibrator and headed down to Denver International airport.

The ticket was waiting at the gate like Jason said it would be, but the counter attendant hassled me about my drivers licensed picture. He said it didn't look like me, and he brought the senior counter attendant up to verify the picture. I knew it was bull shit because he kept starring at my nipples rings, and mumbling about regulations and rules. When they finally did let me on the plane, my nipples were so excited from all the attention that they must have been sticking out a half inch. Which wasn't really helping since I was already becoming horny from the public display, and the cool air on my exposed pussy was adding to my excitement. I couldn't wait to board the plane and sit down and relax

. The first part of the flight went by pretty uneventfully as most of the plane was completely empty. Which was a good thing, because half way through the flight Jason had instructed me to insert the mini vibrator into my pussy. He was very specific about having me do it while I was still in my seat, and he would not let me go to the bathroom and insert it there. So I slowly spread my legs as far apart as I could in the cramped seats, and looking around saw only one guy seating in the aisle across from me. He seemed pretty immersed in his magazine so I slowly pulled up my skirt to the top of my thighs. I again checked to see if the guy in the seat across from me had noticed, but he still appeared to be reading. So I quickly took the mini vibrator out of my purse and slowly inserted it into my wet little hole. With my hand still between my legs, and my skirt up around my waist I heard something hit the floor aisle. I looked over to see the guy who was reading the magazine, now starring at me with his mouth gaping open as I inserted the vibrator. He had dropped the magazine and seemed frozen in time. Deciding to have a little fun with the guy, I pulled the vibrator in and out a couple of times while I rubbed my throbbing clit. I switched the vibrator on and a was growing closer to orgasm with each stoke, as this total stranger was watching me masturbate. But as I neared the edge, I remembered my promise to Jason about not orgasming until I was given permission. So I reluctantly switched the vibrator on low and pushed it up inside of me, and crossed my legs back together. The constant vibrating in my pussy was making me squirm, and as I looked over to the stranger beside me, I brought my fingers up to my lips for a little taste. I though the guy was going to pass out right there, but instead he hurriedly got up and made his way to the bathroom. I could tell he had one hell of an erection and was headed there to relieve some serious pressure. When he returned about ten minutes later he just smiled and nodded slightly, and sat down in his seat. I was by now neatly recomposed on the outside, but the little vibrator was humming along inside. The stranger would occasionally glance over, watching me squirm in my seat, and he ended up going to the bathroom two more times before the flight finally landed.

. When the flight finally did touch down I was clawing at the arm rest, and I couldn't wait to get off the plane to ask Jason for permission to have my orgasm. Luckily the plane was so empty that we de-boarded quickly, and when I emerged from the terminal tunnel, Jason was no were to be found. There were a couple of people waiting for friends and family, so I just found the nearest seat and sat down. I crossed my legs tightly hopping to slow the buzzing in my pussy before I exploded right there in public! Just as I though I couldn't take it any more, a large black man about six two and a hundred and ninety pounds approached me and asked if my name was Amber. I nodded "yes" and he asked me to follow him back to the bar. The bar was dark and we headed for a back corner booth. He slid me into the back of the booth and told me that Jason had asked him to pick me and take me over to Jason's place. He then reached under my skirt, and parted my thighs with his strong black hands, he whispered into my ear and said
"Jason gave me permission to let you orgasm, and to confiscate your vibrator. Do you understand?" I nodded "yes" and not carrying who was touch me, I spread my legs even farther apart. He roughly moved my clit around in little circles, and within seconds I was biting my upper lip trying not to scream. When I finally stopped squirming around, he reached in my pussy with his fingers and withdrew the little vibrator. Turning it off he brought it to my lips and told me to "clean it!" . Which I did, not carrying who saw me sucking the little vibrator in public. I licked and sucked that little piece of plastic like it was my last meal. The black man then put the vibrator down on the table, and roughly grabbed my hand as we headed out of the bar. I looked back as we exited the bar, and wondered what the next patron would think when they found my little toy. As we walked to the car I could feel the juices of my orgasm running down my legs, and I knew if this black guy was instructed by Jason, I shouldn't do anything until I was told. That included cleaning my self-up and even speaking to anyone. So I walked through the airport and out to the black man's car with my juices running down my thighs. Once we reached the car he had me strip naked in the parking lot and locked my clothes in his trunk. Without saying a word he unlocked his door first, and sat down in the driver seat. After what felt like an eternity he finally unlocked my door and let me in. We were then headed off to Jason's house.

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