Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

When she finally came back to earth, her face reddening with shame, she sheepishly tucked her boobs back into her blouse, and attempted to smooth out her skirt.

Looking around to make sure no one noticed their little display; Greg exclaimed “that was really well done Mrs. C. It sure looked like you enjoyed that. But now, I think you’ve caused Bob a little discomfort,” he said, nodding his head towards the very obvious erection in Bob’s pants.

Sheepishly she replied, “I’m sorry, Bob.”

“That’s quite alright, Anne,” Bob tried to reassure her as he shifted uncomfortably in the booth.

“You know it’s not fair to you, Bob,” Greg pushed. “I think it only fair that Mrs. C return the favor. I’ll have you know that she has a very capable mouth, and she would love to help you out.”

Not believing his luck, Bob simply mumbled, “umm…. sure.”

Bob offered to pay for their lunch, and Greg told him to meet them in the back parking lot, as it would be deserted at this time of day and was well sheltered from view of the road. He quickly agreed. Greg had Mrs. C. pull her car around back, and park parallel to the restaurant, towards the rear of the treed lot. In this way, the car would offer some measure of privacy, for what he had in mind.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

When Bob came around back, he was a little surprised to see them there. He had secretly been thinking that he probably wouldn’t see them again.

When he was standing beside them, Greg ordered Mrs. C to, “Get on your knees, Mrs. C., and open up that blouse of yours. I think Bob really enjoyed the sight of your pert little titties.”

Blushing a deep shade of red, she knelt before a stranger, and, for the second time that day, unbuttoned her blouse completely, so that both breasts were visible. Clasping her hands behind her back, she took up the cocksucking position she had been taught earlier that day. Without needing any further prompting from Greg, Bob undid his pants and dropped them along with his underwear at his feet.

Shuffling forward, Mrs. C. opened her mouth and took the strangers cock into it. Remembering what was expected of her, and not wanting to disappoint Greg, perhaps out of fear of what he would do to her, or maybe out of wanting to make him proud of her, she began to attack his cock with gusto. Once it was completely covered in her saliva, she began to try and work the head of his cock into her throat. When Bob realized what she was trying to do, he let out a little gasp of surprise.

Taking that as encouragement, Mrs. C pushed harder against his cock burying more and more into her throat. Despite continuing to gag, she began to work the length of it in and out of her throat. It appeared to be easier this time around. ‘Perhaps there was hope for her yet, in that department,’ Greg thought.

Seeing that Bob was close, Greg encouraged him further. “Bob, take hold of her hair at the back of her head, and use it to pound your cock in her mouth. She loves it rough, in fact, the rougher the better. See if you can bury your cock all the way in with each thrust.” Greg’s words were having their effect on Bob, and doing as he was instructed, he began hammering away at her face. It didn’t take long for him to reach orgasm, and, at Greg’s prompting, pump his entire load down her throat.

When he had pumped his last, Bob stepped back and hastily pulled up his pants. Muttering a thank you, he patted Mrs. C. on the head and quickly headed back to his car on the other side of the restaurant.

Looking down at Mrs. C., Greg could see that she had not moved from her position and was again a mess, since her face and exposed chest was covered in her saliva. Reaching for a towel, in the back seat, Greg ordered her to clean up and get into the car. That little display had given Greg another idea, and he knew just the place to try it out.

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As they made their way over to the other side of town, to a store Greg remembered seeing on his earlier visit, he began to formulate a tentative plan of action. Remembering a situation, written about in one of the stories Mrs. C. had been reading that first night, Greg decided to see how far he could push a similar situation.

As they pulled up in front of the address Greg had given Mrs. C, her face fell as she saw the name on the store. She was also thinking about the situation found in “The Humiliation of my Wife” and wondering what he had in mind.

“Come on Mrs. C. We have some supplies to pick up.” Stepping out of the car, Greg continued. “If I plan on giving you some proper training, I’m going to need the right gear to do it.” Striding purposefully across the street, Greg could hear the clack-clack of Mrs. C’s heels on the pavement, as she attempted to keep up with him. Standing on the sidewalk, Greg stopped and took a moment to look around, at their surroundings. They were in a seedier part of the commercial district of Blackwood and were standing in front of a store called the ‘Adult Emporium’. There was little traffic on the road and few pedestrians walking the sidewalks. Greg doubted there would be many people coming in to the store, at this time of the day.

As they walked into the store, Greg noted how dim the lighting was, and saw that there was cardboard in all of the windows, making it impossible for someone to look into the store, and see what was happening. At the front of the store were racks of lingerie and other costume type clothing. Along the walls were display cases and racks holding various toys and sex paraphernalia. This was Greg’s first time in an adult sex store, and he hadn’t been sure what to expect. As he continued to look around, Greg also noted that the store was void of customers. Greg immediately felt disappointment, though, when he looked to the front corner of the store where the cash register was located, and found a woman sitting behind the till reading a novel.