A Public Game By VK (Female Script)

A Public Game By VK

[F4M][MF][BD][Edging][Exhibition][Pussy flavored oranges][Romance]
He's late to their meeting and she can't keep her hands off herself.

You told me to meet you today at this cafe in the city. You told me to sit at the back, too, so I guess you want to play. That thought makes me wet and squirmy. My pussy, panty-less under my short skirt, is sensitive to every breeze. The cast iron of the seat is like a cold brand on my naked ass. You're late and that's unusual, but I am too aroused to do nothing. However, even though I am at the back, the cafe is full of lunch patrons. I start to work my thighs together, trying to increase the contact. I have to force myself to keep my hands on the table, on my book, on my teacup, on my phone; anything to keep them off of myself. My cell phone chirps and I have to put it in my lap to see the screen in the daylight. You've sent me a text:

Sir: I should be done soon! Are you being a good girl?"

I send you my reply and the motion of my hands as I type is pleasant. I drop it in my lap and press it against my cunt. It feels good. Real good! The waiter comes to my table and I order some tea. As he turns to go, my phone vibrates and I call out. He turns and I have to smile and shake my head as I dig for my cel. I didn't remember resetting it to vibrate and its another text from you.

Sir: I worry about you losing control out in public all frothy like I know you are." If he only knew. I was halfway to shoving my phone inside me already. It vibrated again.

Sir: You'll end up spread-eagled on top of the table shlicking and moaning at the top of your lungs with half the city watching"

The image lingers in my mind. I lean forward and brush my breasts against the top of my book; it gives me an idea. I put the phone back on the table, and take the book up open, and pull it to my chest as if I'm trying to hold my place while I take a drink. I rub the paper against my breasts, exciting my nipples and wishing for the texture of the buckram. The phone vibrates again.

Sir: I hope you are wearing exactly what I put out for you. I want to play with your tits for a bit and then tear it off you."

Frustration begins to build and I make a decision. I put the book back on the table and open it with paired hands. Then I appear to bend over it as my eyes range over the rest of the place. When I'm sure no one is looking my way, I slip one hand down into my lap, casually, and begin to play with my hem. Pulling my skirt up, one finger brushes the outside of my vaginal lips and I have to stifle my moan. I do gentle, one-finger strokes--flicks really-- and feel myself beginning to flush. You love to hear me and I have gotten so used to making noise for you that being quiet is even harder. That's you, my master--always with the sweet torture, even when you're not trying. I'm thinking about the things you have tried with me and my long middle finger finds my clit. I let out a moan I can't stop and then mask it with a cough and a theatrical hurried gulp of tea, as I cross my legs, turning away and trap my hand's movements.

This is getting out of hand, I think, when you slide into the seat next to mine.

"In some trouble, my dear?" You say and kiss me. I want to swallow you whole and you break off too soon.
"I-I was missing you," I tell you.

"Oh, I was here on time. Early even. I've been watching you since you arrived." You put your arm around me and pull me close. Your free hand lightly brushes my check, neck and chest.

"Watching me?" Why am I even surprised? "Did I put on a good show for you, master?"

"I am pleased, though part of me wanted to let you continue. I figured, you'd end up on the table like I described.“

"You might be right about that, sir," I tell you as my mind visits the image again. You have opened two buttons on my shirt and are caressing a nipple with two fingers.

"Put your hands back on the table, and open your thighs," you tell me and I obey.

Your practiced hand lifts up my skirt and finds my wetness. You're doing the same gentle motions I was, but it's ten-times as good. I can stifle moans by burying my face in your neck, but I'm panting like a marathoner. You remind me that I don't have permission to come and it makes me whimper as your fingers press into me harder, and you are nibbling on my ears. How close are you, I wonder," you murmur with hot breath. "A little too close, I think. You take your hand from me and signal the waiter to come over. You order more tea for us and look mischievously into my eyes. Begging is not going to work, I see: we are in a game.

I try to calm down when the waiter brings our tea. You remind me I haven't eaten and we order some lunch. When we are finally 'alone' again. Your hand is back, caressing my thigh. You tell me about your meetings and I just listen to your voice. You continue to stroke me, and kiss me occasionally as you look into my eyes. You are keeping me perfectly on the edge. Too soon, our food arrives and you move across from me so we can eat. Eating seems such a strange thing to be doing since all I can think about is fucking. The things you tell me don't help."I took a room in that hotel over there, for after lunch--well, after dessert," you tell me with a gleam in your eye.

"I can't wait, master."

"Well," you say, "If you want to touch my cock now, slip off that shoe and have at it". I so want to touch you that even this thrills me. I obey and send my questing foot into your lap. I stroke the outline of your hardness and feel myself getting hotter. Your breathing changes a bit and I know I'm exciting you which redoubles my arousal.

"I love that every part of you satisfies me in some way," you tell me. This thrills me. Then you say,"But you know you were a bad girl today, don't you? I'm going to have to punish you." which thrills me even more whenever you say it.

"But, sir, if it please you, I thought you enjoyed that and you did...encourage me." I rubbed your cock a little harder for emphasis.

"Mitigating circumstances, indeed, and of course, this round isn't complete."

I'm glad this isn't a glass table as the waiter brings our dessert fruit. You take your plate and slide around the table to be close. I'm eating strawberries and kiwi and you are sectioning an orange. You notice me watching the orange go into you mouth and your eyes laugh.

"You want some orange, baby? I watch as you take a section and suck it into your mouth and hold it. I nod, and you take it out and brush it over my lips. "It's better with some flavor," you say and you flip my skirt front up and push it inside me. I gasp. It's kind of cold but it feels so good. You work it in out "Orange-flavored pussy," you murmur softly as you work. "That's what I want. I want to fuck me some orange-flavored Aussie Cunt.

"Oh, God, yes, sir!" I'm breathing hard again and so desperately needy."Sir, may I please come?"

"Come?" you say and you pull the orange section out of me putting a twist on it that leaves me breathless. I watch as you take the orange and put it into your mouth making yummy noises. I nearly come right there! But you are shaking your head! "Orange-flavored, remember? I want you to come with my cock inside you not any piece of fruit."I can see that scene hi-def and full 3D in my memory.

"Oh, I want that too! I want that so much!"
I'm shaking with sexual tension as we pay the bill and head to the hotel. I keep pushing the pace, trying to get there as quickly as I can. You notice, laugh and pull me back.

"Slow your roll, hon. Well get there."

"Sorry, Master, I'm just so fucking...I just want to serve you."

I don't know what the desk clerk thinks as you claim the key-card. I feel like I'm a ten-foot tall neon sign that says, "Crazy Horny!"
We are heading to the elevators when your phone rings. You walk away to take it and I hear your annoyed tone.

"Sorry hon, I have to go back and take care of something. Shouldn't be more than an hour. You just go up the room and relax. There's a great tub! The bellboy has our bags and he'll take you up.”

I'm speechless as you walk away; I’m angry, I'm annoyed, I'm cripplingly horny, but I obey. An hour. I can wait an hour, I think. The bellboy is about 60 and bald and it takes nearly all my energy not to beg him to fuck me or to slump to the elevator floor like gelatinous goo of unspent desire. 'K is cray, cray,' I sing to myself. I have myself together, mostly, as we walk down the hall to the room. Bath, maybe some wine. I can do an hour. An Hour! The bellboy opens the door and carries the bags into the suite. I tip him and look around for the minibar. Then the bedroom door opens and you are there! I have no words. I barely have control of my body, but I have no words. This is just like one of your surprises. I should have guessed you'd do something like this. I have no words but I can throw myself to the ground and kiss your feet.

"Oh, my love," you say huskily. "I couldn't wait another minute, much less an hour."

You pull me up and pull me into the bedroom. We kiss savagely, violently.

"Once my cock in inside your cunt, you can come all you want," you tell me."And I want to hear you!"

Then, your violence matches mine. You tear off the skirt, rip my shirt open, and maul my flesh like some primal wolfen thing. I hit peak after peak as my orgasm builds. You are sucking and slapping my tits, as you push me onto the bed. I don't care how you touch me now, as long as you do. It all feels amazing. You enter me and it's like a thermonuclear explosion. Arcane levels of desire begin to move through me rhythmically. It's a symphony, building to a crescendo and I, in my way, am singing along. Your hands and in mind, holding me down, biting my neck when I start to pulsate. I lose time for this one. I truly don't know how long I come, how much of the day winding this spring is flowing through this room. I know the orgasm is playing out, when you come and it doubles back and gives me one more long burst of silver pleasure as your semen floods my womb. I know it was good for you too.

We are both quiet and tender with each other as we recover. Words aren't easy, but we manage.

"Good game, K?"

"Good game, master"

THE END