After hours

Chapter 22: Late night visitor







“I’m DJ Mary, and I was once hit in the head with a Magikarp,” Mary said, starting the show. “And the worst part was that it took forever to wash off the smell! Well anyways, tonight’s guest is Marley,” she said. Marley bowed slightly.



“It’s a pleasure to be here,” she said softly.



“My story might sound a bit shocking at first, but please don’t interrupt,” Marley added.







It happened a few months ago. I had just gotten home and was rather tired, so I decided to take a nap. Itook off my shoes and crawled into bed without changing my clothes. I fell asleep very quickly, and after what seemed like a very short time I was woken up by the feeling of someone running their hand against my thigh. I tried to open my eyes, but as soon as I did I realized that I was blindfolded.



“I’m not going to hurt you,” a soft voice said as the hand went further up my thigh and brushed against my crotch. I gasped slightly.



“Just relax and enjoy everything," whoever it was said. The person leaned in and kissed me softly. I could feel a pair of large breasts pressing against mine. After a few seconds she pulled away.



“W…Who are you?” I asked, feeling panicked.



“Just someone who wants to make you feel good,” she said, running her fingertips along my slit through my panties, while gently kissing my neck. I reached up to push her away, but she grabbed my hands, and before I knew it she had me handcuffed to the head of my bed. I opened my mouth to scream, but she silenced me with another kiss while slipping a finger into my underwear. Right away she found my clit and gave it a hard pinch. I tried to hold back a moan. The woman broke the kiss but continued to stroke my clit.



“You like this, don’t you?” she asked.



“No,” I answered, quickly shaking my head.



“Really? Then why are you so wet?” she asked, slipping a finger into my cunny. I gasped sharply and bit my lower lip, trying to hold back.



“Come on, answer me,” she said as she began to slowly pump her finger while stroking my clit with her thumb. I began to squirm around, trying to pull my legs closed.



“I said answer me!” she shouted, and slapped me across the face. I yelped in shock.



“Now then, does it feel good?” she asked again. Feeling a bit hurt and afraid, I answered meekly, “Y…Yes.” As soon as I said that, she leaned in and kissed my cheek where she had slapped me.



“Good girl. Honesty is best,” she whispered, adding a second finger. I gasped loudly at the feeling. She chuckled in response.



“I’ve really got to say I’m impressed at how fast you got wet like this. You must be really perverted,” she said softly as she used her free hand to cup my breasts through my shirt. I shook my head.



“I am not perverted!”



Right away she slapped me again, this time on the other cheek, and at the same time she pinched my one of my nipples while also lightly scraping the tip of her fingernail over my clit. I came instantly. As I did, she kept pumping her fingers.



“See, you are perverted! That’s why you wear this skimpy little miniskirt and stockings, isn’t it?” she asked as she unbuttoned my shirt to get better access to my breasts.



“That’s not true!” I shouted, feeling my face flushing with embarrassment.



“Oh yes it is! You dress like this because you like having people stare at you, right?”



I shook my head, feeling myself blushing even more.



“Yes you do!” she said, leaning in and taking one of my nipples into her mouth. I couldn’t help but moan. She began to gently suck, and added a third finger. After several minutes, she stopped.



“Can you honestly tell me that you aren’t a slut, considering how loud you were moaning just now?” she asked. I remained silent.



“Answer me or else,” she said, gently stroking my cheek.



“Yes, I am a pervert!” I admitted. “You\'re right. I do dress like this because I want everyone to stare at me. I love to know that everyone is thinking dirty things about me.” And it was true.



“Since you’ve decided to be honest, I think you deserve something special.”



I heard the sound of clothes rustling, and than she moved around. I knew right away that her crotch was right directly over my face, while she was between my legs.



“Get started,” she ordered as she pulled my panties down and flicked her tongue against my clit. I hissed slightly, blowing over her quim. She let out a soft moan.



“It’s going to take a lot more than that to get me off,” she said as she very slowly ran her tongue along the length of my pussy. I lifted my head up and began to lick all over her inner thighs. Since I was blindfolded, it took me a few seconds to find her quim, but as soon as I did I plunged my tongue in as deeply as it could go, and I started swirling it around, slurping up every last drop of juice that I could. A lot of it dripped down all over my face. At the same time, she was licking and fingering me. After a while she came, drenching my face completely as she moaned loudly into my pussy, causing me to cum as well.







“After that, she undid the handcuffs and told me not to take off the blindfold for five minutes,” Marley said, finishing her story. “And just so you know, she comes by a least once every few weeks, but I still have no idea who she is.”



Mary sat in shock for a few moments. “Well, that’s certainly a story,” she said in an uneven tone. “Well I guess as long as you want it, it’s okay. Well anyways, make sure to tune in for the next episode of DJ Mary’s Sexy Stories!”