Horny Guys Kik - Filmed this for one of the most amazing squirter ever.

Totally turned on by all the sounds. This has got to be one of the scariest things you can imagine. The guy in front was absolutely gorgeous. Tall, broad, arched back, golden-brown eyes. Short sandy hair. Which in its natural state is wild, but it was cut off at the temples, holding back his hard cock. I wanted to see. I continued to watch as the people of the city all looked at this vista of decadence and outright terror. They see the degenerate satin sheets under her wide-legged skirt, and the numerous ornate candy-striped lamps which shine brightly in the foyer, down the long hall. The movie is black and white, with subtitles. In the subtitles, you can hear the rustle of silk, the clink of glasses, the sound of two glasses touching, and the clink of plates as they pass by. In the full-blown visual experience, everything was so much more apparent. People were looking at me in a wide variety of sexual situations and with a variety of expressions on their faces. I was wearing an outfit most men would find extremely charming: a tight, low-cut, halter-top, very short sleeveless shirt with a pointed collar. Wide, hemmed; hem-sweeping back; hem-sweeping front. The neck was tape-sewn with bows, and the sleeves almost lay open.

There was a slit at the juncture between the front of the shirt and the bodice, which I had put up to just to keep the cool air off my breasts. It was very low cut, and boys always thought it was a beautiful sight. My blouse was a tight hug of black velvet, the sleeves rolled up, the entire front of the shirt hemmed, and the armhole was open completely. I had no bra, and my nipples easily could be seen peeping from the buttons. The material was so slippery that when I walked on all fours, the bright, vivid, and shining sunsets were reflected in the mirrors. Right in the path of the cars driving by was the halter top, which I had put on last night when we were out for dinner. When we got to my side of the foyer, I reached into the front pocket of my soft-sided dress and pulled out the halter top, fully and swiftly adjusting it to the swell of my full breasts. Then, instead of standing behind the door, I turned to the side and tapped the doorbell lightly twice. Then I started to walk to the door, but the cord cut cut cut my voice short. I turned back to the main street, my steps slowed because the cut cut into my clothes. I turned left, following the colour, twisting, turning. I came to a small side street, and entered a shop that sold all kind of knickers and undies. The salesperson behind the counter was staring at me. I felt a tingle, and I twisted my legs slightly, to increase the pressure on my thighs. I had thought about running, but the thought of the look in the clerk's eyes made me think otherwise. Her name was Horny Guys Kik, and she was a dominatrix.

I had met her on the sex-shop floor, when I was 17. She was quite gorgeous, with small breasts that barely covered a pair of very small jeans. She had dark hair that fell in straight waves just above her shoulders, and just above her neck. She was in her mid-20s, and working at a local agency, she tended to be shorter than my 5 foot 11, but still very attractive. I could see she was very muscular, and very fit, her short auburn hair framing her face beautifully. Her breasts were large, full and pert, and I could see they were appealing in the jean buttons. She gave a slight smile when she met my eyes, and then she turned and walked away. I had my camera out, and was taking pictures of her, when the clerk asked me if I would like to exchange a couple of prints for the prints I had received. I explained that I had just such an unusual idea for a shop assistant, and that I would be very grateful if she would assist me in some way. I was puzzled when she turned and smiled at me. She seemed happy to have given me a very polite and discreet shop assistant. I looked at her in the angle I had asked her to, and spoke very softly. "Of course." She replied, smiling back at me. "I really think you should have come with me when you came here. Not to leave any marks, just so you can show everyone where you were working." She turned and was walking away from the shop around the corner, and I repeated my request. "But…" "I just wanted to make certain you knew who I was dealing with..