Open Her Legs Novels & Stories

She moans, and I feel her get even wetter. I start to run my hands down the inside of her left leg. When I reach her ankle, I strap it on. Then, slowly, I run my hands down the inside of her right leg. Again, at the bottom, strapping it in place to her ankle. Looking, I can see the button. I click it and pull, and it makes the bar open wider, forcing her legs open. I walk back and look at her. She looks fantastic, totally naked and has no way to cover herself. I feel myself go crazy. I move quickly, the flogger swinging down, hitting her arse, making her scream.

But based on the scent of her arousal, she very much wants this. “Spread your legs for me. Open yourself to me,” I tell her, watching as she pulls her legs up, putting her feet on the ground and barely opening her thighs. “Wider. Put your knees on the ground.” Her heart is beating so fast I’m worried that she might pass out. Maybe that’s a good thing. I’m really not sure I will be able to stop feasting on her once I start. She lets her knees fall to the ground, but her feet are still together.

Her bluish big almond eyes, black silky hair, button-like nose, pink full lips when I saw her up-close that time made me blush for the first time. I rushed inside her cabin and I saw her seeing something through the glass window wall having a cup of coffee. As she heard my footsteps, she turned gently as her free hair turned around with her effortlessly. “Oh, you came in without my permission.” She reminded me. I’m so stupid that I lost my manners and came inside without her knowledge. I stepped back apologising “Sorry.” And she raised her right hand stopping me. “Hey, stop. You came in already.” She pointed to the couch, “Take a seat, please.”

“Now, you’ll be good and open your legs for daddy.” I nod, half excited, half humiliated. My legs spread apart, flashing my cunt in his view. “Fucking wider, bitch.” Impatient, he slaps my legs apart, and yanks me down, this close to bashing my soft pussy against his knee. “More like it.”

He blurted out. She lie on the bed with her back, her heart couldn't stop beating so fast "spread your legs" he ordered her and she did, spreading her legs but not too wide "wider" she shut her eyes in embarrassment, she would prefer him to be on top of her rather than him sitting in front of her with the both of them naked and her legs were spread out for his view.

Instead, he leans forth, mere inches apart from my lips, and utters, “Open those legs, Saraya.” My mouth falls open and my heart flutters with confusion. What the fuck did he just say? Open my legs? Why the fuck would I do that? “What the fuck?” I mutter and he keeps me in my place, his hand comes to my bare thighs and I feel the insect crawling at the back of my skin, giving me goosebumps.

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I whispered to her ears and she smiled, giving me a sexy look. I pushed her to the bed. She laid on her back with her face facing me. Yeah, that's the way I want it this time. "Open those legs." I ordered. With the speed of light, she stretched them out, tearing them open, revealing her cunt, her red cunt. Ouch! She was at it. In the mood. Deeply in it. She held her legs apart with one hand on one and the other hand on the other leg. Perfect. Time for me to get in.

He presses harder until pleasure escapes through my thighs, and I clamp it shut in an urgent attempt to stop the wetness from leaking. “Open your legs, Anastasia.” He demands. “Huh?” “ Open.” My pulse beat faster in my ears in the non-negotiable order, and I fall my legs open. I let my legs spread, releasing the tension I’ve been earnestly trying to hold back. “Now place your legs on the bed, remain in that position, and spread your legs wide open.” He strokes my nipples gently with each word falling from his lips, and I’m fucking gasping for air.

“Spread your legs.” Again, she didn’t hesitate, only taking an extra moment to draw up the hem of her dress to her hips and scoot to the edge of the chair. The gained movement allowed her to open her legs fully, exposing her panty-less, bare, glistening pussy. Fuck. All I needed was her. I continued to stare at her, watching the effect take hold of her. She was flush, a small, whining moan slipping from her as her hips tilted. Her mouth was parted and her eyes were heavy, locked on me.