EXTRACT FOR
Friday Night Cuckold
(J.S. Lee)

She had a new wig, a longer, blonder one than ever before.  She was half bimbo, half soccer mom and it was up to whatever handsome men that she encountered to let her know which half they preferred.  Stephanie gave herself one last, long look and clicked the lock to the left.  It was time for the weekend to begin.



A man pushed the door open almost immediately and Stephanie scrambled to get out of the way.  She had never been caught like this and regardless of how adorable she appeared, she was always a little too nervous when she was dressed to think that she could pull it off.  



He looked surprised, bit his bottom lip for a moment and then noticed the urinals along the far wall.  He smiled, his dimples flashed and Stephanie could feel her insides melt when he asked her in a deep, gentle voice, "did you get lost, sweetie?"



He was taller than her in the heels and he had broad shoulders and dark eyes.  He was handsome and kind, just her type really and she cleared her throat before she could answer in the high-pitched voice that was an octave or two above her own.  "Sorry, I guess I'm lost," Stephanie giggled.  She couldn't understand why she hadn't scurried out, she needed to leave but she seemed to be frozen in place.



The man must have found her as adorable as she did and he chuckled, "it's not every day that you bump into a pretty girl like this."  He still had something to do though and turned his back to the blonde in the pink dress with the bows and stood in front of the urinal, "hope you don't mind, this is kind of an emergency."



He was pissing, Stephanie heard the stream of hot liquid and she knew it was private.  She had somewhere to be and Mistress Penny was a stickler about being prompt.  Prompt and dressed and ready to follow her every command but the man was right there and when she watched him spread his legs a bit more, Stephanie felt the twinge in the front of her panties.  Her clit leaked and bobbed for attention and she wondered if it were too late to talk Stephanie out of what she was about to do.



She could hear the heels click across the tile as she approached him from behind.  The man turned and his expression was an odd mixture of turned on and just a little disgusted, "excuse me, what are you doing?"



The look on Stephanie's face must have told him everything, mouth open a little too wide, wet lips, needy fingers that twitched the closer she got.  If the stud at the urinal only knew that the rest of her body was humming under the dress, her blood was full of an insistent want that could hardly be contained despite her ladylike appearance.  "Didn't really think that you'd be watching me," he was good-natured about the invasion of his privacy though and glanced down at his stiff member that was still in his right hand, "did you see anything that you like?"



Stephanie had only one answer, "yes," she sounded as if she were out of breath and her knees were knocking as she watched him.



The man finished, shaking the droplets from his cock and he didn't bother tucking it back into his pants.  He turned, his dark eyes flashing with his understanding now, Stephanie didn't fool him one bit.  The polka dots and the lace were a nice disguise, but it was clear that she was still just a slut.  "How about if you give it a kiss?" he wasn't really asking and Stephanie knew that an answer wasn't really necessary as she slipped to her knees.



The tile was cold but his body was hot and once she was in the correct position, she opened her mouth and looked up, showing the Alpha male her pink, slippery tongue.  "Yes, please, I do want to kiss it, sir," she couldn't lie to him.  Her mouth was watering as she stared at his erection.  He was thick, not too long but it was the perfect size for her to engulf.  His slit was damp and the clear line of his precum ran from his bulging head down the veiny shaft.  It was tasty and she had been denied for far too long, "I need to kiss it," Stephanie murmured before sliding the tip of her tongue from the underneath curve of his engorged tip to the rivulet of precum.