A Bitch on Heat

 “Wanna watch me squirt off” Amanda inquired? She also features in my story “Spank my cunt” so you know what to expect. My toying with her pussy through her white cotton thong had not progressed further than slipping a finger into her crotch. She brushed me aside and decided to take matters into her own hands. Why wouldn’t she, she’s better at it. In constant practice when home alone judging by the state of the bed and strewn underwear. Her flushed face when I came back early from work told the story. I loved the idea of her doing it without me the horny slut.. I pushed her back onto the messy bed and groped her fanny quite roughly for me. I thought maybe that had put her off but I tried to insert a finger up her anyway. That’s when she jerked herself up the pillows and sat on one opening her thighs inquiringly.. She only had her thong on under her robe but arranged it firmly over her cunt. Reaching for my belt buckle she opened my pants and drew the belt off. Biting the buckle end she raised the other a few inches about her thong clad cunt and began whipping lightly but insistently directly over her clit. All the time she was looking at my growing erection which was now tenting the fabric of my suit. Amanda alternated between slapping lightly and drawing the belt end over her cunt and occasionally inserting it under the thong and into her arsehole. This was all too much for me. I was on my knees in front of her with my trousers halfway down my thighs, and hand down my boxers masturbating my rigid cock, trying to hold back from spunking in my pants. Amanda was getting much more excited than I’d ever seen before when masturbating (always over her panties although she would occasionally use a hairbrush end). “Hold my thighs open” She commanded suddenly. I pushed my legs between hers and had to use both hands to keep them open fully wide. This meant my straining cock was left jerking wildly inside my boxers. I was only a couple of feet away from her but it couldn’t reach her...Amanda kept her eyes on my crotch and I was glued to the line of her white thong now disappearing up her fanny. She switched the the belt round and biting on the end that had been all over her cunt and arse, brought the buckle end jangling down on her cunt hole, protected only by the slender g-string. I didn’t think she could take much more of this, I couldn’t. I was dying to wank but all I could do was jerk the end of my cock against the material of my boxers. Finally Amanda passed my belt between her wide open thighs and threaded it through itself, put the end in her mouth and began to slap her free hand repeatedly and fast straight onto her cunt protected by my leather suit belt. The other hand grabbed my straining cock through my boxers and was jerking me roughly. That did it for us. Amanda’s cunt made a sloush and a steam of liquid burst out over her thighs and all over my boxers and suit (I was still half undressed unfortunately). Her hand left my cock and joined the other one over the belt between her legs. I reached my had into my boxers to finish myself off over her but started spunking straight away making a total mess of my shorts and trousers. Bitch. I pulled the belt from her cunt and as I did so another arc of liquid sprayed at my ruined clothes. I wiped the spunk dripping from my fingers on her thong and then inserted them into her cunt. Bitch on heat..