Open Your Legs For Me Novels & Stories

I distinctly remember the sound of a door opening and closing with a thud. “Tell me how are you laying down?” I take a deep breath, “My breasts are hanging beneath the water and my legs are clenched together because your voice turns me on” I say truthfully, I think he gulps because he goes quite for a few moments. “Touch yourself for me, baby” oh! That voice of his, I should have recorded it before he left.

Next text: “Sit on the chair in the corner. Spread your legs wide. Put one foot on each stool in front of you. Open up for me.” There was a low leather chair with two small stools positioned perfectly in front. I walked over, sat down, and followed the instructions. I leaned back, lifted my legs, and rested one foot on each stool so my pussy was completely exposed — spread open, wet, and on full display. I wasn’t even shy about it. The alcohol I’d had earlier was helping me feel bold and a little high. I waited like that, legs wide, heart hammering, pussy tingling in the cool air.

“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.”

Still and steady. “Legs up,” he told me, and I raised them to my chest, letting my knees fall wide. I was lost to the shyness of everything now. I didn’t care how exposed I was. I knew he’d be able to see my asshole, and the wetness of my pussy, practically dripping.

“What?” “Sit! Now!” I sat immediately. “Lift your legs and spread them wide.” My face immediately went red. “What are you talking about?” When he didn’t respond I knew better to do it. I spread my legs wider. He hadn’t moved from his seat. “Good boy,” he murmured, a slow smile escaping his lips. “Spread your legs wider. Shoulder width. Let me see how desperate you already are.” I obeyed instantly, feet sliding apart . I felt Jerry’s voice hit me like a command I could not ignore. “Spread wide for me, Aiden. Legs open as far as they go. Show me that tight hole.”

But unnecessary. Open them. Right now. Spread your knees wide. Wider. Until the cool air hits the damp cotton between your legs and you feel exposed even though no one else is watching. Only me. Only my voice in your head telling you exactly how this is going to go. Good girl. Now look down.

“Mack, I hate to inform you of this simple fact. You don’t have anything I Haven’t seen before.” “And you looked?” he asked with a chuckle. “Mack.” She said with a sigh. “Just lean your legs over the side of the bed. I will put your pants on the bottom of your legs, and then you can pull them up yourself.” “And then the button?” he asked.

“On your toes and don’t close your legs.” I could imagine how I must look to him in this position. Bent down with my legs apart and inching up on my toes which will open me up and present me to him in an obscene way. In a way, there could be nothing hidden from him. He could probably see the dampness between my pussy lips as I felt cool air brush my insides.

I nodded my head. " You've got to say it, faeling. Ask me to touch you." I was beyond being shy. "Please touch me." "Where do you want me to touch you, little one. Show me." I took my hand and touched my underwear over my clit. "If you want me to touch your clit then you need to show it to me. Open your legs wide and pull your panties to the side."

I hesitated. Unknown: Do it. Uncross your legs, let the ache spread. Feel how empty you are without me. My hand shook, and the air in the room felt suddenly thin. Slowly, terrifyingly, I obeyed. I uncrossed my legs under the table, planting my feet flat on the floor, opening my thighs slightly. The sensation filled me immediately, the damp heat between my legs flared, no longer contained by the pressure of my crossed limbs, and I felt him.