Open Your Legs For Me Novels & Stories

Topless, exposed, and fucking vulnerable. I wanted to close my legs, hide the evidence of how wet I was. But I didn't. I just won't, I just kept them open. I spread them even more slightly, letting him have a better look. He settled between my legs. Kneeling down, and looking straight at my pussy covered only by soaked white cotton. "Spread your legs a little wider." I did, spreading them just a little wider, and feeling even way more exposed now. "Good girl."

Jewel 💎 Widen your legs. Was her simple message. I looked at her again in confusion but her eyes were still fixated on the projector. Still confused, I did what she asked, opening up my legs. I was still wondering why she asked me to do that when I suddenly felt her feet press again my crotch, her toe, running up and down my claded d*ick.

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.

‘Oh no, Little River, keep them open.” He takes his hand away and uses it to put my legs on the outside of his thigh, so that as long as his legs are spread, so are mine. “Now I need you to try to be really quiet, baby. Can you do that?” “Mmhmm,” I hum. No promises, though.

My movement is blocked by his legs straddling mine, and he swings over to sit beside me instead, his gaze locked on my hands. As the silky garment slides off, leaving me naked to this near-stranger, arching my spine, I display myself... "Very nice, but open your legs more." Suddenly feeling a bit timid, I ease my thighs further apart to display my unfurling pussy. "Wider. I want a better view." I slip a finger in between my folds. A hot flush is spreading over my breasts, perspiration beading my skin, and despite my discomfiture at what I am being asked...

I want him to know everything about me. ‘Then open up to him. It doesn’t matter to me if you open up your legs first or tell him the truth. Both ways seems fun. Just hurry up, I need to get laid.’

“You’re so desperate, but I love it! Let me see how far you’ll go…” Then, he grabbed my legs and spread them.

His fingers gripped the fabric and pushed it up‚ bunching it roughly around my hips until my thighs and the white lace panties between them were completely exposed. "Spread your legs‚" he said. "W—what?" "Did I stutter?" My thighs were pressed together and trembling. "I can't. This is — we shouldn't be—" *Open your legs‚ Skye. You know you want to. You've wanted to since the moment you stepped into this elevator. Stop pretending.* "You can." His hand came to rest on my inner thigh‚ warm and impossibly heavy. "Open." My breath shuddered out of me. Slowly‚ shaking‚ I shifted my feet apart.

“Lie back with your legs spread wide over the sides.” I obeyed, the padded bench cool against my heated skin. I draped my legs open, my feet planted on the floor, exposing my glistening folds completely to his view. The mirror across from us reflected everything — my flushed body that arched in offering and his towering form looming above me.

Thе mоаnѕ еѕсаре mу mоuth аѕ his tongue connects with mу сlіt. “Oh mу Gоd.” Mу cries аrе plaintive wails, аnd I open mу lеgѕ fullу, pushing іntо hіѕ fасе, rеvеlіng іn thе wаrmth оf hіѕ mоuth.