The Woman In The Railings

Was it… a man’s tongue?

He was licking my thighs and slowly making his way upwards.

When I realized what he was trying to do, excitement inadvertently bubbled in me.

Jason was right before me with some other woman.

My rational brain was telling me to stop this man.

But I had not experienced this sensation for a long time… It felt too good.

I felt alive again. Every inch of me bubbled in pleasure.

After all, it was a public space. The man would not go overboard.

As I thought about that, I started to relax and enjoyed the feeling of being pleasured by a man.

The man’s hands held my bottom as he circled his tongue in between my legs.

He was really good at it, as if he knew my body better than myself. I was extremely wet.

“This is great! This feels even better than a real human!”

The man tasted me greedily.

I was overwhelmed with the obscenity and embarrassment, and it made me more excited.

Then, the man pried my undergarments aside and pulled it down forcefully…

I was shocked when I felt the man’s breath against me.

I started to tremble.

Was he going to do that to me?

At the same time, I secretly wanted it.

I felt even more embarrassed when I realized how far my mind had drifted, especially when Jason was in the room before me.

“This is so delicate. It looks like a real young woman.”

The next second, he flipped my skirt up and pressed a hard object against me.

Oh my God!

He was really going to do it. This was too much.

I clenched forcefully to keep him out.

However, he was too strong. He tried to pry me open.

“Does this thing even know how to resist me? That’s great.”

I was about to cry as I turned around and yelled.

“No, let me go! I’m not some doll!”

He was stunned.

“Yo, you’re real? Is this a new service that the massage parlor’s offering?”

“No, I don’t work here. I’m a hotel receptionist. This is my uniform.”

He pulled my hands over my head and held me down forcefully.

“If you don’t work here, what exactly are you doing here?”

I used my chin to indicate to the room behind the curtain where Jason was and said pitifully, “That’s my husband. I’m here to catch him in his affair. I didn’t expect my head to get stuck in between the railings.”

The middle-aged man looked at Jason as he fooled around with a young woman, and he seemed to believe me.

Initially, I thought he would let me go. Instead, the next second, he thrust against my bottom even more forcefully. My legs were almost raised mid-air because of that.

Even though he was still wearing his pants, I could feel his member hardening against me.

It was so big.

I had a desire to sit on it. I was afraid yet excited.

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t do this anymore. I really don’t work here.”

He ignored my pleas. Instead, he inserted a finger and then placed it before me. It was wet.

“Were you planning to catch your husband red-handed in this state? You’re all wet, and it’s all over my hand.”

I was born like that, so I felt embarrassed.

“Listen to me, I’ll help you out with your current state. After all, your husband is enjoying himself, isn’t he?”

The man behind me placed his hands on my chest and started squeezing them.

“Have you thought it through? It must be uncomfortable to be in this state.”

My face was completely flushed as I silently hung my head down.

My silk stockings and undergarment were hanging around my knees. My legs were opened and the man’s member was pressing against me.

When I looked up, I met Jason’s eyes.

I was shocked. The next second, the man ignored my rejection and thrusted hard against me.