Page 21 of Dear Glory

“Oh Dear Glory… it seems you’re more sensitive than I thought. Look at these walls seizing for me,” he grunts in amazement.

“Si… Sir,” I vibrate and shiver, but he only smiles, picking up the next sphere. “S-S-S-S-Sir… pu-puhlease no!” My stomach begins quivering, but that doesn’t stop him from spreading my pussy lips for all to see and nudging it further. I can’t even keep my composure as wetness drips from me so much that creaminess coats his hand.

“Yer doin’ so well Glorious. Yer Sir is so proud,” he licks his lips.

“Th-thank you, Sir,” I cry out, shocking myself.

“Aye. Yer a good girl, righ’?” he asks and I nod, wanting more praise and biting my lip.

“I-I’m a g-good g-girl.”

“Aye, yu are. Now can Sir’s good girl stand up fer me?” he huskily asks, accent coming out thicker.

“Stand?” I blink because he’s lost his mind.He wants me to stand with these things inside me?! Impossible!

But my body, feeling high, moves on its own as I shakenly stand on the table, pussy bare, juices dripping down my legs and landing on the table as Sir watches.

“Glorious,” he breathes out as “Redlight Special” by TLC starts to play in the background, panting as tears well up in my eyes. Though it’s not from the humiliation, but from the cold and the high I feel as my pussy continuously contracts for all to see. Although they don’t matter.Only he does.“Will you dance wit’ me, Glory?” he grunts and I can see his dick print even standing all the way up here.Wait… is he… is he turned on by this? By people watching me?

I’m having an out-of-body experience as, without question, my hips begin swaying and the spheres in my pussy clack together, making my pussy wetter as I clench my pelvic muscles tighter.

This situation is unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. I’m in some alternate reality where I’m the main femalecharacter and Axil… My Sir is the male lead. Only he and I and what he does for me and to me matter. Those around us are the readers of our beautifully written and obscene start to our relationship.

In turn, Sir’s words wash over me like lemonade on a hot summer day.I want to see YOU. He wants to see me? What part of me… and why? Does he mean the real me? Even I don’t know the real me. I have been nothing but this version of me, so what other version is there?

I don’t entirely know, but what I do know is that he wants me to dance and I want to give him everything he desires.

With my eyes locked in on him and my pussy dripping, I sway my hips seductively to the sound of TLC on the loudspeakers. I slide my hands up and down my body, moaning as my still sore and exposed nipple grazes against the translucent textile of the dress, rolling my hips so that my ass, which is now on full display for him, is able to be seen, unobstructed by the dress.

Something takes over me and all the years of ballet and contemporary come together and I start freestyling moves, making them as sexy as possible. While I can hear the crowd gasp, ooo, and ahh, all I can see is Sir. All I want is Sir. All I desire is his approval and his understanding.

“Glory,” I hear him mutter, biting his bottom lip, growling while squeezing his dick to keep it under control. “Come here,” he beckons as I immediately step down onto the chair he’s sitting on with my foot in the middle of his crotch, but I quickly pivot and burst into a split, spreading my legs wide open for him to see.

But he throws me for a loop when he hefts me up and spins me around, legs still spread in a split. He shocks the fuck out of me when he unzips his dress pants and pulls out his dick, slapping that son of a bitch right against my belly.

I’m so stunned that those cold balls inside slide from me one by one, but I can’t concentrate from how fat and got damn long his dick is! It’s so big it nearly touches my ribcage and thicker than my wrist.Something that big would hurt…

“Sit on it, Glorious,” he demands as he grasps the back of my neck, lifting my ass to help position me on top of it, but it’s no help at all. My pussy just settles on top of his width.Sh-shit!

“I… oh, fuck, S-Sir! I n-need h-help,” I drunkenly moan.There’s no way I’ll be able to handle something of this magnitude.

“Any volunteers?” he voices, making me frown. I look back at him to see he’s looking beyond me. When I turn, electricity jolts to my pussy when I see everyone at the party watching us with lecherous eyes.

“SIR… I… WE?—”

“Shhhh, I got you, Glorious,” he coos in my ear, calming my panic, but I can feel cum oozing from his dick, wetting my pussy.

“UGGNN!” I shake, accidentally sliding down over the head of his dick.

“FUCK!” he grunts.

“I believe that’s my cue,” Mr. Bunny says as he comes over. If I wasn’t already flustered, flabbergasted, and fucked up in the head, it gets worse when Fabien and Lawrence grasp my legs and bend my knees to help leverage me while Mr. Bunny falls to his knees and takes a swipe at my pussy with Sir’s dick inside.

“WH—”

“Mmm, magnifique, si mûr et sucré.”(Mmm beautiful, so ripe and sweet.)He drools on my pussy, licking up Sir’s shaft and suckling right where we connect. I fall back, moaning when it eases the slight burn from Sir’s thickness.

“UGHN, YES! FUCK!” I close my eyes, grasping Mr. Bunny’s head and placing his right where I want him… in the spot Sir and I connect to ease the pain, right on my clit.

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