Archive for May 2014

Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 2

May 26, 2014

Predictably, the custodian’s closet was locked.

‘Predictable.’

you said.

‘Mmm.’

‘There’s a…’

you said, pointing across the hall.

I smiled. ‘So there is.’

you hesitated. ‘Kinda…not p/c. To use it.’

‘Had we seen…ANY…wheelchairs. Did you?’

‘I did not.’

…were your nipples stiffening again?

Double-checking to ensure no one noticed us, we quickly slipped inside the ‘Disabled Washroom’. Was gonna do some *serious* disabling, uh-huh, and you can lay bets. Once inside and the door locked, I framed you against the door as you turned to me. Wanting nothing more than to rip the summer dress right off you, leaving you to skulk out of the museum like the ‘Venus’ (albeit WITH arms), I decided that valour was a better plan so only *slightly* ripped the fabric as I tore the dress from your shoulders. your *gasp* was stifled by my mouth locking onto yours, and your legs widened as I pushed hard cock against your pelvis.

Hiking dress above hips, I gripped your cheeks. Squeezing and digging in nails, you squirmed in my arms. Taking advantage of my busy hands, you used yours to unzip, then unleash me. Cupping balls with one hand, you stroked my length with the other. My fingers, hardly content to just squeeze bum, travelled inward, seeking rose. One index prodded while my other hand cupped cunt, squeezing. 2nd index found clit, and then it was a race to see which of your hot spots would bring you to ‘Exhibit O’, the next.

‘Aah…aah…’

And then it *appeared*…that you peed on me.

‘Oh. Interesting.’ Cock continued to throb in your hand.

‘Didn’t mention that I can squirt. I don’t think,’ you gasped, using me to prop yourself from crumpling into your puddle.

Kneeling before you, I ran a finger in the wetness dripping down your legs.

‘I might’ve forgotten,’ I said, popping the finger in my mouth.

‘Mmm…oohhh…well. Now you know.’

I smiled. ‘Yum.’

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Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 2
Copyright 2014 M2B

Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 1

May 26, 2014

‘Vagina.’

I didn’t even bother glancing at you.

‘Oh, WELL-spotted.’

‘CUNT.’ you whispered, somewhat more forcefully.

‘Better.’ Worthy of an approving smile, at any rate.

The Gallery was all-butt vacant, save for the odd lurker. We certainly had the black leather-covered bench, which we were currently sitting on, to ourselves. The O’Keefe we were admiring in fact I had a copy of hanging in my upstairs hallway. I loved Georgia O’Keefe, and was thrilled to be sharing this experience with you.

The specific circumstances of which only added fuel to the exxxperience.

‘I want to suck you.’ you whispered, perhaps a little more loudly than was proper – but wastn’t that part of the fun.

‘Here. Now.’

A beat. ‘Yes.’

‘Well, by no small coincidence, I’d like to lift up that sheer summer dress – which I note that anyone looking carefully will note the predominance of naked nipple and denuded cunt – where I would go on my knees, part your legs, and dive STRAIGHT into that hairless muff.’

A pause. A LONG pause.

Appears I left you speechless. Maybe you were just holding your breath. You were certainly holding your knees tightly together.

‘Nothing to say.’

‘I just came.’

‘Just like that.’

‘It happens. Sometimes.’

‘And now…’

‘A wet spot.’

Cock throbbed against zipper. ‘How bad.’

You opened your legs just long enough.

‘Bad.’

‘Sloppy. Are we. Serves you for talking dirty in public.’

‘Wasn’t just me! I will say, you are the Master.’

‘At the risk of redundancy.’

You laughed when you realized.

Then you put a hand on my bulge.

‘Upping the ante? Has the game changed from strictly verbal?’

Squeezing. ‘I never made any promises about it being *just* verbal, love.’

I smiled; then grimaced at your grip. ‘You said ‘love’.’

‘Don’t let it go to your head. We passed a custodian’s closet on the first floor. Shall we?’

‘So you *don’t* want to cause a scene.’

‘Or be arrested. Not particularly.’

‘Put a damper on the whole outing. Might.’

‘Come,’ you said, taking my hand and standing. “Enough of this foreplay. I want to feel your cock inside me. ‘

‘I get to choose!’

‘Of course. Sir.’

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Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 1
Copyright M2B 2014