Ero-shots, Laura XO [autobiographies to read .txt] 📗

After the last man left and I was trying my best to maintain the position I had been left in. I heard someone else enter the booth. I felt warm air caressing the side of my neck as the person exhaled softly. Strong fingers slid up the back of my head until he had established a nice firm grip. Then he pulled me up and back until I was leaning against his chest. "Hello...Cunt." The words came out in a slow, southern drawl that reminded me of wrap around porches, lemonade, Cuban cigars, humid afternoons, and the gentle breeze that dries the perspiration from your skin. This voice was different than the others and instinctively I knew it was you.

As your breath continued to caress my skin, and your hand grip my hair, I felt your other hand wrap around my throat. You applied light pressure to the sides and I began to feel slightly euphoric.

After a few moments you released your grip, and moved around in front of me. You put your hands on my arms and slowly lowered me down into a kneeling position. I heard you unzip your pants, then a felt something soft caress my cheek. You reached down and slowly pulled my saliva soaked panties out of my mouth, and quickly replaced them with the head of your cock.

You gripped the back of my head again and pushed your cock deep into my mouth. I had no control over what was happening and once again I had to force myself to relax and accept the newest violation of my mouth.

You tightened your grip on my hair and began slowly fucking my mouth. As you picked up the pace, your thrusts went deeper until I could feel the head of your cock pressing against the back of my throat.

I struggled to take all of you and to control my urge to gag. Somehow I managed to relax and began to enjoy the feeling of your cock violating my mouth. I lost track of time but at some point I felt your cock stiffen, you moaned, and your hot cum began spilling into the back of my throat. You finished by pulling out and letting some of your cum fall onto my tits.

You lifted me up from the floor, straightened up my clothes, and sat me down on the bench. Then You leaned down and whispered in my ear "Goodbye, Cunt." Then I heard the door close behind you. I sat there for several minutes before I removed the blindfold. I stood up, straightened myself up as best I could, then I opened the door to the booth and stepped out.

As I walked towards the front, men turned to look at me, some of them smiled, and I could feel myself blushing. I had no idea which of these men had participated in this activity nor would I ever know. The thought of this made me extremely wet.

When I reached my car, I found a single red poppy on the hood of my car lying on a small bed of green grass.

I knew that the flower and the grass were significant in some way. The last thing I remember was picking up the poppy and sweeping the grass into my hand, because Something told me that it held just as much meaning as the poppy.

I couldn't stop thinking about the poppy and the grass on my way home.

Finally I pulled over, picked up my phone and Goggled "list the meanings of flowers". The Red Poppy symbolizes Pleasure, the Grass symbolizes Submission. Imprint

Publication Date: 05-09-2018

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