Tabitha Britton: Skin-flick slut

He stretched out his finger as I reached between my legs and tugged my panties out of the way. I spread my legs further; I pressed his middle finger against the hole of my cunt. I was gushing wet for him; his eyes went wide as he realized it.

"Put it in," I whispered. "Doing it in public turns me on."

Richard eased his finger ahead; it entered me slowly as I whimpered. I snuggled forward on the seat so that he could get a better grip on me; he pressed his middle finger deeper in and I grunted, leaning toward him.

"That feels so good," I whispered. "I really want you."

He pulled back on his finger, then shoved forward again. I glanced around, a few people were watching us. They couldn't know what we were doing, though – the tablecloths hid us. I whispered into his ear. "Put two fingers in… please…"

Richard drew his finger back and put two fingers up against my cunt; he started forcing them in, stretching my cunt-hole as I squirmed on the seat. "That's so good… uh… deeper…" He put them all the way in and I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, sliding my tongue gently into his mouth.

"I want more of you," I panted. "I want your cock."

"I've got reservations," he said. "At the Wambala."

I smiled. The Wambala was a luxury hotel. I'd been there once, with an old boyfriend of mine who'd wanted to fuck in style. Their rooms were just made for wild sex.

"I can't wait," I whispered. "Let's get there fast."

"My limo's waiting," he smiled. "From the way Phil described you, I thought you'd feel this way."

"I do," I panted. "I've got to have you."

He pulled his fingers back; I bit my lip, disappointed as they left me. I knew he couldn't properly finger-fuck me there in the restaurant – now we were on our way to the hotel where I'd really get fucked.

"Let's go," he said.

I tucked my skirt and my panties back down, straightening my clothes. As we got up, I downed the last of my drink; I was really feeling off-center. But I liked it; I was about to fuck one of the best-looking guys I'd ever seen. He helped me on with my leather jacket; we walked out the front door. He put his hand on my back as we waited for the limo, then let it trail briefly down to stroke the curve of my ass through the leather skirt. I wished he'd lift it up, stroke my naked buttocks… but we were in the parking lot! I giggled; I leaned close to Richard and put my arms around him. I snuggled deep into his warmth; he turned and I could feel his cock bulging through his pants against my fishnet-clad thigh. I panted into his ear as I stroked it with my leg; he rubbed my neck sensuously. My cunt seemed to tingle every time he'd touch me; I knew that before long he'd be making me tingle everywhere. I smiled at him as he kissed me softly on the neck.

The limo pulled up; it was small for a limo, but beautiful and steel-grey. I smiled as I thought that it probably wasn't meant to hold more than two passengers – except in special cases of course, when everyone would be pretty close together anyway! The driver parked and got out. I looked the limo over and saw that the windows were smoked glass and nothing could be seen inside. I smiled at Richard; he knew I was pleased with it. The driver came around and opened the door for me; I caught my breath as I realized that it was a gorgeous woman, wearing a very un-businesslike grey tail-coat and body-suit with fishnets. She was incredible, big tits, hard nipples jutting out through the silvery material, smooth, voluptuous thighs showing through her fishnet pantyhose… I felt my body giving a tingle as I looked her up and down.

Richard chuckled. "I see you approve. Tanya Marimont, this is my chauffeur and assistant, Virginia."

I smiled and shook her hand. "Tanya's a new model for Beauty," said Richard. "How do you think she'll look?"

"Oh, perfect," said Virginia in a deep, husky voice. "I think she's wonderful for the magazine."

"Glad you think so."

Virginia held the door open; Richard motioned me inside. Holding my thighs modestly together, I got into the limousine; I saw as I climbed onto the plush seats that there was plenty of room in the back seat. I took off my boots and tucked them under the seat. Richard got in after me; I snuggled deep into the soft seats and felt the velveteen caressing my fishnet-clad legs.

Richard moved close to me; I leaned against his warm body as Virginia got into the driver's seat. I was sort of embarrassed to have her so nearby – there was a thin glass panel between the driver and passengers, but it had a hole cut in it so she could hear everything and if she looked back, she could see plenty through the lightly smoked glass. But I guessed she was used to it. Richard was notorious as the best fuck in publishing. I smiled up at him; Virginia looked back and winked at me.

"The Wambala?" she asked.

"That's right," said Richard. "And don't hurry, all right?"

Virginia winked again, turned around and started the car. She was really gorgeous; I could see her blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders as we pulled out onto the street and picked up speed. Richard leaned closer to me; I stretched out on the seat and put my feet up, letting him admire the length of my beautiful legs through my black stockings. The compartment was luxurious and sexy; it turned me on being about to get fucked in a limo on the way to a hotel to get fucked again. Richard let his hand rest in between my slightly parted legs; I stared deep into his eyes as he slid his fingers up to the hem of my fishnet stockings and stroked my inner thighs gently.

He leaned down and kissed me; his tongue snaked into my mouth, coaxing me closer to him. I put my arms around him and kissed him back, stroking his lips with my tongue, feeling my cunt get wet as he sensuously petted my thighs. Richard kissed me deeper, running his fingers in tiny circles on my bare inner thighs. His tongue gained ground, moving farther into my mouth as I begged it deeper with tiny flirtatious thrusts of my tongue; I tickled his mouth and he responded by thrusting his tongue into me.

He moved his fingers over the outline of my body, touching my sensitive breasts through the clingy top, sliding his hands underneath my leather jacket. I leaned forward and gently bit his neck, tasting his salty, delicious flesh, as he pressed into my erect nipple. He seductively stroked the outline of my demi-bra, his fingers slithering from one side of my breast slowly to the other, pressing deep into my cleavage, fleetingly pinching my hard nipple where it jutted out against the silk, over the lacy outline of my bra. He unbuttoned my top button and I snuggled closer, begging him to go further. Richard continued unfastening my top, pulling the silk out of the way, exposing my breasts where they stretched out above the lacy half-bra.

He pulled the flaps apart, getting it open all the way so that it hung down over one of my bra straps and my shapely, pale shoulders. I shrugged off my jacket and let it fall in between the seats; I arched my back so the silk shirt fell open wider and displayed more of my gorgeous breasts. His fingers trailed down and stroked their way around the sensuous curves of my upper breasts. I breathed into his ear, "Oh yes," wanting him to stroke my breasts roughly. They were tingling, aching for his touch; as I pressed myself closer to him, he moved his hand down and touched my hard nipple. I gasped suddenly; pleasure shot through my body. He started massaging it gently, making it harder and more erect, making me want more of him. I pressed my open palm hungrily against his hard cock where it bulged against his pants; he let out a grunt and firmly punched my nipple. He knew just how to do it; it didn't hurt at all but just made both aching breasts light up with pleasure. He slid his hand underneath the lace of my half-bra, covering my whole breast with his warm grasp. I stroked his cock more firmly, realizing how big he was, my head swam as I thought about feeling him inside me. He stroked my breasts more roughly; as I kissed his neck, he leaned against my body and pressed me back so that I lay stretched out on the plush seat, my ass lifted and pressed against his leg through the rumpled leather skirt. He bent down and pressed his mouth against my upper breasts; I sighed as he started nibbling and sucking at my sloping cleavage. His tongue pressed out and he tickled me softly with it; I felt his mouth easing down as he lifted my breast with his hand. He pressed his tongue against my hard nipple and I gasped in pleasure; he started licking it around the very top of my demi-bra and I squirmed, pulling my hand away from his cock and lifting my arms over my head, laying back and letting him tongue me. As he licked he reached up and touched the fastener of my bra, which hooked it in between the wire supports which held my tits up so beautifully. He undid it quickly; the lacy material dropped away and he pressed his lips down over my nipple, opening his mouth wide so he could take most of my large breast into it. I moaned as he started tonguing me; he licked quickly and hungrily and I arched my back, pressing his tongue against my nipple. I reached up and tugged my bra out of the way; he put his hand on my other breast and started massaging it while he licked quickly up and down. I spread my legs, opening them and slipping my fishnet-clad feet over his thighs so that my knees bent perfectly to display my luscious thighs. I lifted my tits against him; he stroked roughly, sucking hard and easing his free hand back in between my open thighs, petting in tiny circles at the hem of my fishnet stockings. I sat up slowly, opening my legs wider so he could get under my leather skirt. He pulled his mouth away from my breasts and kissed me roughly; I could taste the sweat from my breasts on his tongue. Richard's fingers probed deeper up underneath my skirt, tugging at my garters teasingly, pulling my garter belt down so that my french-cut panties adjusted themselves against my ass and my dripping cunt. I felt him getting closer to my pussy; I wanted him to finger me. I was aching to get felt-up again; I had loved it in the restaurant and I wasn't about to hesitate now. I whispered, "Feel me out. I want to have your finger. I'm wet for you." Richard kissed me again on the lips and then started nibbling at my ear and kissing my neck, licking it softly and turning me on even more. With one hand he stroked my naked breasts while he eased the other further up my thighs. I was sitting up, but I started to lean back as I knew he was going to finger me. I leaned further back into the soft seat and he brought his fingers up, lifting my skirt.