Thursday, July 25, 2013

The Office (Interview) SeXStoRY

He goes over her resume as she sits across the large desk of his fancy wall street office with her legs crossed, pulling her skirt down so as to not show too much leg. He asks her questions, which she gives her best possible answers to because it's so hard to find a decent job these days, much less one which pays as much as this one. She explains she is staying with her s****r until she can save enough to get her own apartment, having just moved to the east coast from Los Angeles. He seizes the opportunity asking if she'd be interested in hearing about some of the possible perks to her receptionist position. Of course! She answered. The company owns the Miramar Hotel on 3rd Ave, you may live in one of the suites as part of the job if you are interested. Her eyes grew wide in deep relief, unable to believe he is offering her a home of her own for free! "I'd love that, sir. Very much, of course!" Do you have a car? he asked. "No, sir not yet". "I like it, calling me Sir" he grinned. "I'll make arrangements for you to be shown to our lot, pick out any car you like and the company will pay for the lease". "Since you will be living in the same hotel I stay at when I am in town, you are welcome to dine in our restaurant or cafe, on us, or order room service, whichever you please". "All of this comes with the job, sir?" "Let me continue" "Of course, Sir" "I travel world-wide, usually without my wife. She's too busy with her book clubs and charity work but she tends to come with me about twice a year. The rest of the trips, I would expect you to travel with me. You would have your own room, of course". "I haven't traveled at all in my life, I'd be thrilled, sir!" He sat there, placing her resume on his desk staring at her. She was young, 23. Stands about 5'5'' tall, without heels. She dressed well, though he could not tell how extensive her wardrobe was. She would need a complete wardrobe for daytime and night time, professional attire as well as casual for all occasions. "I'll have the girls at a few of our stores take care of you as far as wardrobe, you will need quite a bit for this lifestyle, please be at Chez Nous on 5th Ave tomorrow at 10 a.m., then meet me at the hotel lobby at exactly noon. "Yes, sir, I don't know what to say!" "Please stand up" She sets her booklet and purse down on the chair beside her and rises to her feet. "Walk over to me" She walks to stand at his side. He swings around facing her, looking at her, head to toe. "Unbutton your blouse, please". Her mind racing, this attractive executive offering her more than she ever dreamed, but what does he really want in return for all of this, he could be a monster! But he is too well known, he wouldn't risk doing anything too terrible for fear of losing everything! "I knew there had to be more to this" she thought to herself. ..... Slowly she untucked and unbuttoned her sheer grey/blue silk blouse and let hang. "Take it off". He commanded. She removed the blouse, revealing rather large breasts protruding from her light blue bra, looking into his eyes. He sat there with his legs now spread in his $3,000 suit, completely confident and relaxed. Unable to read his face she was not sure he was satisfied with what he saw but she wanted the apartment in the hotel so badly she could taste it. She was willing to do quite a bit to secure this position. In fact it had been a secret fantasy of hers. Not that she ever thought it would actually come true. This was a complete surprise. "Turn around" She turned around slowly as he rose to his feet moving toward her. She could feel her nipples grow hard as his breath reached her bare shoulder. His hands cupped her breasts firmly as he pressed his concealed cock into her firm round ass. He moved his cock back and forth a little, squeezing her breasts to see if she would object. He was definitely satisfied with this applicant. She seemed clean. Unexperienced, unlike so many women these days. He would break her in properly and she would become his own. Make her life too good to be able to walk away from. But first, he knew he had to gain authority over her mind. It would be overkill to take her completely right then and there. He had to make her think it was her idea to a degree. First he just needed to make sure she would make a good office and travel slut. So far, so good. He let go of her, and sat back in his chair unbuttoning his slacks. She could hear the zipper go down as she continued to stand with her back to him waiting for further instruction. He liked that she knew to wait. "Come here" She turned around to see he was holding his dress shirt up revealing a tight bit of a chubby stomach and a rather thick cock which had become extremely erect. He was stroking his cock, pulling on his balls, slowly as he watched her watch him. She got down between his legs, but stayed still watching as he masturbated for her to see. He was amused that she was so obedient, so eager to please, and so deliciously young and firm. Minutes pass, slowly stroking himself, thinking of all the travel, the hotel rooms he would take her in, playing out every fantasy he pleased with her, rather than paying for unreliable whores in different lands. e****t services had become sketchy, and the whores no matter how beautiful, just weren't cutting it for him anymore. He liked taking the time to cultivate a woman, to know exactly how to please him, and to never dare say no. "Ok, show me what you can do with this" he said without hesitation. Without the assistance of her hands, she began to lick the head of his penis. tasting the drops of pre cum he had worked up. Elise did her best to pass each test after test... this one being her favorite so far. She licked and sucked, teasing and working his cock hard alternately as he held her blonde hair out of her face. "Line 7" a woman's voice announced. "Keep going" he said as he pushed line 7 taking the call. While she was feasting on his fat cock, he leaned back putting his wife on speaker phone. Ruth was a priviledged woman in her mid 50s who had everything and was used to it. She rambled on about dinner plans she had made for them, and repairs on the roof of their house in the Hamptons which they were to stay at the following week end. There was no affection in either of their voices, tho his wife barely let him get a brief comment in here and there. It seemed her mouth on his cock while his wife was on the phone turned him on even more than before the phone had rung, so she quietly sucked his cock hard as if her mouth was a pussy he was pounding. His hips began to thrust against her as she took him deeper and faster, as his hands guided her to move f***efully. "Hold on" he told his wife putting her on "Mute" and he drove his cock down her throat again and again, .... again and again... again and again... unaware that he was gripping her hair too hard, he burst into a moan as he shot a giant load of white creamy cum in her mouth. She struggled to suck every last drop before swallowing. He held her head down, keeping his now twitching cock in her mouth safely and took his wife back off "Mute" and finished up with their conversation. He let go of her hair without a word as he looked at his watch, instructing her to get dressed. "The job is yours pending 6 week trial basis". "Yes, sir. Thank you so much" He stood up, fastening his slacks, adjusting his cock in his boxer briefs, and walked passed her gently grabbing her chin "I think this is going to work out fine" as he smiled. I'll have my assistant show you to your apartment, take care of keys and a driver to take you to the lot for your car. Leave any questions or requests with her, her name is Linda. She can be trusted. I'll be in touch in a week. You'll begin when I return from The Hamptons. Until then, get your things in order at your s****rs, and use the credit card Linda gives you for anything you need so you are ready for a busy work week. Enjoy your last few days off Elisa. And I do hope you enjoy working with me." As business-like as he was, she enjoyed his tone. He was clearly intelligent, in control of a large company and yet seemed stress-free. The kind of man who knew what he wanted, and was used to getting it. But treated people well in the process unlike so many employers before who hardly offered anything compared to the salary she was to get, on top of free rent, car, travel and meals. She couldn't believe her luck and couldn't wait to see what other perks were involved.

My cousin SeXStoRY

My younger cousin (let's call her josie ) and I were playing And we started wrestling for some odd reason and I felt her tits They weren't that big but I could still fondle them Anyway she was staying the night and there weren't Enough beds so my cousin and I said we would sl**p downstairs So we were setting the covers against the sofa and then she Said she was going to get changed when she came back she had really Short shorts on and a really baggy sleeveless top Whilst we were wrestling she leapt out and I could see In her top she was wearing no bra which got me hard real fast And she stopped and said what's in ur shorts ? And I said nothing Then she crawled over looking like a slut and touched my dick Suddenly someone upstairs shouted we were to go to sl**p Which we started to do until she came over to me and started whispering In my ear she said I know what it was And then stuck her hands down my shorts,I was throbbing And she could feel it she pulled down my shorts and starting rubbing my dick She started sucking and I started moaning really quietly and I said I'm going to cum But she kept going I shot my whole load into her and she just swallowed it I started fingering her but we didn't want to risk anything so we Finished by kissing goodnight and I could taste the cum in her We both lay naked and started sl**ping with her legs wrapped around my legs and cock That's my story please rate it and comment on it Thanks

Authorized to watch Mom SeXStoRY

After several years paying for extras Math classes without any success my mother quit. One day I caught my mother dressing and I've seen a glimpse of her huge breasts, this never came out of my mind and I've been fantasizing with that moment since then. When my last grades came she got really hungry with me again about Math, yelling to my face once more: "What can I do to change this? I've tried everything, bláa, bláá, bláá....". Then without thinking, this words came out from my mouth: "I want to see you naked, Mom.". The yelling stopped. I thought a slap on my face was the next step, Instead she said: "If next period you bring me a C, I let you watch me having a bath, if you bring me a B I even let you take me photos because this will only append once, agree?"

Always hard: the beginning / Chapter 10 SeXStoRY

September 1958 Fucking Mrs. Criscola Rosemary had just cum violently and was leaning back against Vic. "God, that was so fucking good!" she told him while shimmying her ass in his lap, his cock still enjoying the feel of her wet and loose pussy. "You're absolutely amazing, Vic baby! You're soft, and yet, you're still big and hard! I'll bet you could fuck me again and again if you wanted to. Do you want to do that, Vic baby? Do ya?" He really did, but he had other ideas first. If her son was still taking pictures, there was one particular shot he wanted more than any other. Vic already had the same pose from Ellaree, as well as one from Marion. Having Rosemary doing the same thing in print would make his collection even better. Once he got a picture of Margaret sucking on his cock, he’d have them all in print. “Sure I do! But first, there's something else I'd like from you.” Sucking off his cock wasn’t part of the deal. She had never done it before and wasn’t prepared to do it then. “Oh, Vic! I just don’t know!” she said after sitting up in his lap and looking back at him. She followed that up by saying her husband didn't think it was proper for a lady to suck on a man's cock. “I’m a lady! At least I think I am.” “You are, Rosemary! You’re definitely a lady!” he reaffirmed what she said for a reason. He wanted that blowjob. “That’s right!” she said while standing. “I’m a real lady!” she said, only this time, she wasn’t standing. She was kneeling down in front of him. “And besides, who cares what my husband thinks. He’s not here anymore, is he? Rosemary the lady is going to suck on your big beautiful cock! So there!" With that statement, the lady took the entire length of cock deep inside her mouth and started to suck on it like she'd done it many times before. More than likely she hadn't, but once instinct took over, the former prude learned real fast how to use her lips and tongue to please her man. And if that wasn't enough to make the man extremely happy, Vic could see Anthony through the corner of his eye. The k** was snapping away, getting all the obscene pictures he could of his cock-sucking mother. The prize picture had to be the last one. It was taken at the culmination of Rosemary's amazingly expert blowjob. He hadn't planned on cumming inside her mouth, but how could a guy know what he wanted in that situation? Sometimes the woman’s just too good and the guy just can't help himself. Rosemary, the k**'s mother, his former teacher, and some guy's once good girl wife, was just too good with her new-found toy. Regrettably, she didn’t like it. Of course she didn’t. “Ooh, nooo! Yuch! Aghhhhhhh!” Having a man’s juice inside their mouths turns off a lot of women. All of a sudden, THIS woman was up off the floor and running to the bathroom. “Ohhhh, aghhh!" she groaned while throwing up with the door open. Obviously, his one time teacher didn't have the swallowing talent of her cock-sucking predecessors. A minute or so later, Vic heard the bathroom door close and lock. Right after, her son came out of hiding. The k** had just watched Vic popping his mother, yet, it wasn’t himself he wanted to talk about. It was the woman of both their sexual fantasies that Anthony wanted to discuss. Not surprisingly, he felt the same as Vic once did. “You’re not gonna believe this, but I wanted to fuck her even when my father was here,” he told Vic who quickly asked him about the father. Rosemary said almost the same thing earlier. He told him that and Vic smiled. “No wonder she’s so fucking hot!” “Yeah! And now that he’s gone, I want her even more,” he said while showing him all his newly taken Polaroid pictures. “These pictures will have me fucking her in no time.” Vic couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Jeez! He though his own fantasies were off the wall. This k** had him beat by a mile. Yet, he had to admire the k**’s balls, not to mention his brilliant ingenuity. Who would have thought that blackmailing a woman for sex could even work? Shit! The idea was so good, Vic was sorry he didn’t think of it first. “I gotta tell you, man! I love what you’re doing. Whether or not you can pull it off is something else,” he told him the truth. Rosemary was a hot fuck for him, but pictures or not, she may not be so hot and willing with her own son. He didn’t agree. “She will!” he said before telling Vic about threatening to show the pictures to her school if she didn’t fuck for him. “I’m sure she wouldn’t want the school board seeing one of their teachers sucking on a cock.” That might do it and Vic hoped it would. He really did. The idea of Rosemary fucking for her son really excited him. He just had to make sure he got it done. “I think you’re gonna need my help.” Much to his dismay, the k** said no to his assistance. He thought he could get the nasty deed done on his own. Vic wished him luck and watched as he disappeared out the front door. A few minutes after he left, his mother returned to the living room after taking a shower. She looked refreshingly clean in a white terry cloth robe. She looked surprised that he was still there. She sat down on the couch, lit a Lucky Strike cigarette and crossed her legs. “I figured you’d be gone by now,” she said after taking a long drag and blowing out the smoke in rings. “I mean, you got what you wanted from me. I put out like you always wanted. Well, Victor! You can go NOW!” Wow! Talk about fucking attitude? What was with these fucking women? You treat them real nice and what do they give you in return but a swift kick in the fucking ass? Jesus H. Christ! Why do they all have to get a fucking attitude after you give them the fuck they all wanted in the first fucking place? Vic didn't understand. He really didn't! He hoped her son got everything he wanted from the bitch and that included a blowjob and a fuck in the ass too. In fact, he wanted to be the one fucking her in the ass while Anthony got his cock inside her mouth. Fuck the ungrateful cunt! As it turned out, Vic didn’t have long to wait. Anthony called him a few hours later to tell him his plan had bombed big time. His mother was so upset by his outlandish proposition she actually started hitting him. She even threatened to tell the k**’s father the sick things he wanted from his own mother. When Vic asked him where he was, Anthony said he was at a bar down the block from his house. Vic told him to stay there until he heard from him later on. After Vic hung up with Anthony he thought of what to do and came up with absolutely nothing. After all, what the fuck was he supposed to do? He couldn’t f***e the woman to fuck for her son if she didn’t want to. And besides, the bitch cunt was already pissed off at him for reasons unknown. How the hell was he supposed to talk this woman into doing anything? He wouldn’t even know where to begin. Then he got a phone call. When he picked up the ringing phone he actually thought it was Anthony calling him back. It wasn't. “I . . . I need your help. It’s . . . it’s my son, A-A-Anthony. He’s brought shame to . . . to me,” she started saying before telling him the entire story in vivid detail, up to and including the blowjob pictures. “They . . . they showed me sucking your . . . your cock. I’m so . . . so mortified by this. He said he wants me doing the same thing to . . . to him too. Ohh, Vic! What should I do? I can’t . . . can’t do that with my own son. What should I do? Please, Vic! You’ve got to help me!” It pissed Vic off that she didn’t say a damn word about telling him to leave after he gave her the fuck of her life, or even a word of apology. Well, guess what, toots? That’s fucking okay! He had a plan that would have Mrs. Rosemary Criscola fucking like she never has. She may have said no to her son, but that could easily change with just the right handling. After Vic told her it would be better to talk in person about her problem, he was at her house five minutes after hanging up the phone. She was still upset when he got there, and it took a real close hug to get her calm. He followed that up with a tender kiss on the lips. That’s when he smelled the liquor on her breath. “You’ve been drinking?” “Yes, I’ve been fucking drinking! Wouldn’t you be drinking too? I mean, c’mon, Vic! My own son wants to fuck me!” “I know how upsetting it was for you, but you need to put it all out of your mind for a while,” he said in a reassuring way as he led her over to the couch. Happily, she took his advice and concentrated solely on their heated tongue-kisses, as well as what his fingers were doing between her parted legs. That stimulation combo was getting her extremely aroused, very close to the mood for fucking. Regrettably, it didn’t make her forget about Anthony. “Oh, honey! You’re making me feel so very nice, but there’s no denying what my son wants from me. That prick actually wants to fuck me. Can you fucking believe it? My own son wants to get his cock inside my cunt, my CUNT Vic!” “I know. You said that already,” Vic said while trying to kiss her again. He couldn’t She wouldn’t shut up. “And if that’s not bad enough, the little prick wants his cock inside my mouth too. He wants me to suck him off like I’m his Goddamn whore! Would you fucking believe this? I fucking don’t! Goddamnit, Vic! What should I fucking do?” Vic really liked hearing her talk dirty, so he acted ignorant. “About what?” he asked while slipping his hand back inside the terry robe. When she turned her head to give him a dirty look, he didn’t give her a chance to speak. He kissed her mouth again, at the same time finding her wet cunt lips and clit for his probing fingers. It worked. His expert finger rubbing was getting to her again so Rosemary willingly gave him her tongue to chew on. That went on for several minutes with her body moving and her tongue sucking. She was almost ready when she remembered. “Damn it, Vic! You’re making me too fucking hot! How can I think with you getting me so hot and bothered?” she asked and he finally told her what she needed to hear. “You gotta do it!” he told her, but didn’t move his hand from between her legs. He still had her clit on his fingers when she heard him tell her the facts of life. “The k**’s got you, Rosie baby! Like it or not, he has pictures of you sucking a cock, my cock. Do I have to tell you what the Board of Ed would say if they ever saw your blowjob pictures? Shit, hon! You’re out of a job in a heartbeat, not to mention blackballed for life!” he scared the shit out of the woman. Naturally, he felt real bad about that. But then again, how bad did SHE feel when she told Vic to go home? Tough shit, lady! If he had anything to do with it, she was gonna fuck for her son with Vic watching him do it. That’s how he felt, but it just wasn’t happening. In spite of his scare tactics and expert finger-work, she was still holding out for dear life. “Oh, God, Vic! I can’t!” she said before saying something that told him all he needed to know. “I want to, Vic! I really do, but I just can’t! If I give in to my feelings and fuck for Anthony, what would he think of me after we’re finished doing it? He’ll think I’m his whore. That’s what!” Hey! There were worse things, but it really didn’t have to be that way. What they’d be doing together was a brand new game and it was up to the Mom to make the ground rules for this game. If the dumb shit k** really wanted to get into her pants, he’d have to learn to play the game by her rules and that meant no degrading comments about her character. It also meant no talking about their act outside the bedroom. No one needed to know what took place between two consenting adults, especially adults with f****y ties. With society’s dim view of a mother and son fucking, it was best to keep society in the dark at all costs. Vic knew Rosemary wouldn’t say anything. Neither would her son if he knew what was good for him. The only one left to tell was Vic, but he had nothing to gain by speaking out. Or did he? Vic stood up over her. “No he won’t! He won’t think any less of you, that I guarantee!” he told Rosemary and meant it. Anthony already got the word from Vic about treating his mother with respect. If he didn’t treat her right, he had him to contend with. In the meanwhile, Vic had to treat her his way and that meant flipping Rosemary over onto her back. “What . . . what are you doing?” she asked as he grabbed her legs. He said nothing as he took a firm grip on each of her ankles, pushing her legs back until they were bent at the knees and wide open. She knew what he was doing. “Ohh, Vic! You’re being rough with me. I like it! Go ahead, baby! Drive your big hard one into me and fuck me good!” As he stared with intent at her fully exposed and hairy cunt, Vic thought of her son and what he’d be thinking about then. With earlier instructions, he was to give Vic an hour with his mother before returning home. A quick look at the clock on the mantel told Vic the hour and then some had already passed. If Anthony followed his orders to the letter, the son was already there, watching and listening as Vic primed his mother for their impending i****t. What he saw if he was there was his mother with her legs spread wide; what he heard was his mother begging to be fucked. If he was there, you just knew his thoughts. It was up to him to make his thoughts come true. To his utter amazement, the delicious horny cunt of Mrs. Rosemary Criscola had never been eaten by anyone either. This fact became crystal clear the second Vic’s tongue touched the wet juicy cunt lips of his former teacher and Anthony’s mother. She cringed when she felt him, even tried to close her legs at the knees. It wasn’t something she wanted, not then, not ever. She just didn’t know . . . until . . . “Ooooh, my! Ooooh, my God! Sweet . . . sweet mother of Jesus! You can’t . . . ohhhhh! It’s Heaven on . . . Ohhhhhhhhhh, Vic baby! Don’t . . . don’t stop d-d-d-doing what you’re d-d-d-doing! Please! I . . . I beg you! Don’t ever stop what . . . what you’re doing!” Stop? Why would he fucking stop? He needed the teasing bitch as excited as she’s ever been to get what both boys wanted from her. Shit! To get Anthony’s cock inside her teasing cunt and have him fucking his mother, she needed to be off the wall excited. No half way shit, not for this cunt. His mother needed to be in another world when his cock hit home. Vic knew that. That’s why he was relentless in doing what he was doing to the getting-close Rosemary. He lapped the holy shit out of her juicy cunt lips; sucked like a mother-fucker on her swollen clit; he even fingered the living crap out of her loose cunt walls while he literally devoured her pussy with a vengeance. He had the bitch so excited by what he was doing to her, her lower body was moving in and out and up and down to his sucking mouth and probing fingers. She was as close to fucking as she’d ever be when Vic made his final move. “It’s time for fucking, baby! You need a cock!” “Yes, yes! I do! I do! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me now!” “With what, baby! You want my cock or Anthony’s cock?” The moment of truth was upon them. Will she or won’t she? She will. The woman was THAT horny. “Ohh, I don’t care! I’ll take anyone’s cock. I just need someone to fuck me. I don’t care whose cock it is. I just need someone fucking me!” Much more to come Disclaimer: The author in no way supports or condones any act that is i*****l or immoral. This and all stories produced by the author are works of fiction. Any similarities between characters in these stories and any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and a product of your imagination, not the authors.

The more I read the more I want to Experiment SeXStoRY

A Masturbatrix Controlls your Cock and your Orgasm A masturbatrix, or cock controller, is a woman who enjoys instructing a man's masturbation. She may or may not be into orgasm denial as well.She enjoys the experience of controlling a man's cock, masturbation, and orgasms. Observing another person masturbating is an erotic experience for many people, both those involved in the femdom world, and others. A Masturbatrix, as the term is typically used, is usally interested in some element of femdom interests such as: - chastity training - teasing and denial - orgasm denial - cock control A Masturbatrix does not necessarily have to possess the traits usually associated with those involved in femdom, such as strict, stern, cruel and punishing - many Masturbatrices consider themselves to be sensual, gentle and willing to use all of their feminine wiles to arouse and control their strokepets. Even if you don't consider yourself to be submissive, and if you definitely are not interested in orgasm denial, you can still enjoy the pleasure of experiencing a session with a Masturbatrix. Have you ever masturbated for a lover? Perhaps engaged in a mutual masturbation session? It's very hot! Add to that the element of your partner instructing you how to stroke, what she'd like to see you doing...it gets even hotter.

Working In Old Men Institution SeXStoRY

As you go through life you meet and experience people, that will change your perceptions and the way everyday experiences impact on your senses. The older a person is the less chance you have in perceiving the outcome of your interactions with them. They have the experience, tried and tested before you were conceived, getting you as you are budding to fruition, sweet and busting with vitality, looking enquiringly and inquisitive, and above all enboldened with youth and willing to impress. So what chance did I stand on my first day at the old folks centre as a student help. Mature for my years in both mind and body, inquisitive and eager to please, I look back and realise just how much of a stir I was causing, as the older generation looked me up and down, as I stood there in the conservatory sunshine, smartly dressed in my white coat, but what lay underneath was probably more to their lecherous leering, than the smart youthful sixteen year old pubercent girl, bathed in sunlight, and with a capital 'S' for sex, hanging over her head. My colleagues that worked with me were no better. Later I found out they 'curried favour' with the older and more wealthy gents, providing favours for money during bathing times, and more importantly, providing them with opertunities to place me with them, where the rules clearly stated I should not. But these institutions run by themselves, wielding power to those left in charge, and providing they run smoothly and profitably, the inmates and staff find a balance that suits all, and unfortunately for me, I would find myself being seduced from both sides as I was manipulated by money and curiosity. My nearest counterpart was Sara, a tall slim woman of 26, married with one c***d, natural blond to fair haired, and popular at bathing times, with the men with most to offer financialy. As time passed Sara proved to be a wordly wise girl, especially in the fine art of 'Blowing the old gents', she would say that with her quaint Welsh accent, but apply it expertly and with meaning, after all, she could blow ten on a good day and at 50 quid a pop, tax free, her jaws and private bank account were expanding daily. The older were on a similarily profitable sliding scale, offering more bodily contact, inside and outside, intmate and varied, depending on looks and age, but sufficient enough to keep them all happy. Well, to be truthful, there were four in total and sixty-seven old gents to be looked after, so you can see the scale of the need of a busy staff, and it was this that saw me thrown into the mix. That afternoon over lunch, Sara pulled me aside to tell me, 'Old Jones'ey had taken a shine to me' and would I be interested in helping her bathe him? 'Listen love' she continued, 'He is well endowned and takes Viagra, likes a good blow and balls tickle, and your 50 quid better off, no questions asked and hush hush, want to watch?', she added this challengingly, as if testing my resolve and searching my eyes to convince herself I was not going to blow the whole scheme to the authorities. 'I will watch and think about it' I said nervously, I mean this was an act of open sex about to be committed in my presence, and both the thought of seeing it done by the consumate proffessional and being paid for witnessing it, well I sided on the side of error and we both headed off to fetch Mr Jones, soon to be my first benificiary witness to my deflowering in this sanctuary of debauchery. The bathrooms were in the basement, accessed by elevators four floors down, where all the noise was filtered out, and all the sounds of pleasure kept muffled and subdued. Jones'ey waisted no time once the doors had shut and we decended to his wash place. Cupping my buttock he pulled me to him and stuck his nose into my crotch, sniffing-in in one prolonged deep intake, he savoured on the odours eminating from the privacy of my linen encased vagina, and as I looked down a shade shocked at his sudden attack, I could see the bulbous organ between the opening in his cotton pajama bottoms, stiffening and growing at an alarming rate, much quicker than the velocity of the decending elevator. 'Now now Jonesey dear', said Sara very motherly, and she reached forward taking his massive member lovenly in her hand, and slowly jerked him up and down, whispering into his ear, 'You like to fuck this little babe, shes virginal you know', at which she looked up at me with a broad smile on her lips and a naughty wink in her eye. 'He's cumming', I blurted as I noted the fluid escape from the slit in the head of his massive bulbous cock. Sara stopped, looked down, then back up to me, 'Pre-cum Mariel, just the start', and without warning went down on him, sinking her head deep into his crotch, her jaws parting similarily to a python dis-enjoweling to swallow its prey, she sank on this massive sausage and drawing back up slowly with a suction reminicant of a vaccumm. Old Jones'ey was sitting eyes closed tight, still burried into my crotch, but his hand had found the hem of my coat and skirt and was now freely enjoying the lubricity of my vaginal fluids, between my thighs and under my soaked knickers. In reality I was part of the whole goings-on, I was wetting myself watching Sara blow this huge cock, and surrendering to the assault on my vagina, he was masturbating me and all I could do was hold the back of his balding greyed head, keeping him in place as his hot breath was swirling across and between my vaginal lips, and adjusting my postion so give easier access to my swollen vagina, which he was currently burried deep, tickling my bud entrance to my womb. I exploded with such a noise Sara pulled of his cock with a popping noise, her face covered in semen as she looked-up, surprised at me, and it shot over her, as her lips left his cocks mons-glans, all the way up her beautiful face and over her blond hair and touched down on my coat, a long sinewey streak, thick and sticky, darkish and strong smelling. Sara being the consumate professional, plowed back down onto him, and swallowed the second cumming as Jones'ey jerked and spasmed in his wheelchair and I marvelled at her spunk covered head bouncing up and down on his cock. We came to a shuddering halt at the basement and the extra bump on landing, provided Sara the opertunity to pull off his cock. 'There Jones'ey' she said, 'Two beauties for the price of one' and she held his face in her hands and kissed him on the mouth, as his sperm ran down her nose and in between their lips kissing. The cool air hit us, taking the ardour out of the moment when the doors opened, and we pushed into the cubical at the far end. Sara took the towel hanging and wiper his cum off her looking into the wall mirror to ascertain where each splattering was. 'You have something for me sweetie' she said kneeling in from of old Jones, and he responded by reaching into his pajama top pocket and handed her a folded cheque. She opened it and I saw clearly seventy five pounds, written and printed clearly. Sara looked at me and winked, 'be right back Mariel, must be off to the bank and deposit this beauty' and she got up asking me to finish and she would see me in the coffee shop later. 'Dont worry sweety, he's finished, she added pointing to his cock, and dissapeared into the elevator leaving me with him to bathe. I eased him out of the chair and pulled on the chord holding his pants up and with one jerk they were at his ankles. He steadied himself on the bar on the wall and I dropped down to my knees to help him step out of his pants. The massiveness of his member was in full view, still erect and dripping, I estimated 10 inches and a girth I assumed to be three or four. As I looked up at him it lay across my face, touching my cheek and inviting me to kiss it. I took hold of it, first with one hand then both hands, but its girth was such I could not close my fingers around it. 'You are the biggest man I have ever seen', I said in wonderment, holding him and caressing my cheek and parting lips, trying to insert him into my mouth, only succeeding with the bulbous head, tongue fucking his hole with the tip of my tongue and trying to swallow his massive organ, but failing in every effort. I was like a wanton slut, my passions building as I strived to please this cock, I was slavishly loving. I stood slowly and deliberately, and with a few moves, I stood in all my youthful exposure, naked and willing. I edged in beside him, turned my back to him and reaching between my legs, took hold of his meat and guided him easily into my vagina, opening me up to a whole world of being fullfilled and stretched beyond belief. My knees buckled as I backed into him, in and out with increasing frequency as my second orgasm gathered pace, suddenly it was me and his cock and I thrust myself onto this organ of pleasure until I felt the warmth of his seed flooding my vaginal cavity, delivered all the way to my eggs sitting patiently in my fallopian tubes, millimeters from this potent fetiliser, now waiting for my orgasm and the dipping motion it creates, sucking up and into the point of no return, aided and abeted by my slavish need to complete the fuck to its climax. That was the most I ever felt being streched, and when I looked down using a hand mirror I could see into my vaginal canal and his semen running out freely. Old Jones'ey was my first in that institution, four and a halve hours after walking through the door. He was a regular as I had usurped Sara, she only blew whereas I fucked, and better still fucked bareback and enriched myself with experience and their pounds of course, but satisfied myself with old men, something I and some girl just love to be around

TERROR..PART 1 SeXStoRY

JUST THINKING ABOUT WRITTING ABOUT TERROR A.K.A DADDI MAKES ME WANNA FUCK HIM RITE NOW..;) I WAS HOME ALL ALONE ONE DAY AND SINCE HE WORKED CLOSE BY I TOLD HIM 2 COME THRU.I GOT NERVOUS AT FIRST DIDNT KNOW WAT TO DO LIKE COME ON THIS DUDE IS OMFG SEXY...SO WE SAT DOWN ON DA SOFA AND WE R JUS TALKING AND I REMEMBER HIM ASKING ME IF I EVER FUCKED A DUDE WITH A PIERCING ON HIS DICK I REALLY DONT REMEMBER THE ANSWER I REPLY BUT WAT EVA ANSWERED I GAVE HIM MADE HE WANNA PULL HIS BIG FAT JUICY DICK OUT IN WICH HE DID.ONCE I SAW THAT MY MOUTH WATERED SO BAD THAT I WANTED TO SUCK HIS DICK DRY. HE GRAB MY HAIR AND PULLED MY HEAD TOWARDS HIS DICK AND GOD DID HE TASTE GOOD.SO WHILE I WAS GIVING HIM HEAD I WAS GETTING SUPER WET I JUST WANTED TO FUCK HIM SO BAD.HE ASK ME IF WE WHERE GUNNA FUCK IN THE LIVING ROOM I SAID NO IN MY PARENTS ROOM HE WAS LIKE ARE YOU SURE AND I SAID YES WHAT THEY WONT KNOW WONT HURT. SO I LEAD THE WAY INTO MY PARENTS ROOM. I TOOK MY CLOTHES OFF WHILE HE IS PUTTIN ON THE CONDOM.FROM HIS WORDS HE SAID HE WANTED TO EAT ME OUT AND I JUS TOLD HIM FUCK ME.I REALLY WANTED TO FEEL HIM INSIDE ME FUCK THAT EATING OUT SHYT LOL.HE FUCKED ME ON MY FAVORITE POSITION DOGGY STYLE AND HE GAVE IT TO ME LIKE NO OTHA NIGGA GAVE IT TO ME.HE PUT HIS WHOLE DICK INSIDE ME AND HE DONT HAVE NO SMALL DICK I TOOK THAT SHYT LIKE A TROOPER I AM.I KNOW FOR A FACT I CAME SO MANY TIMES LIKE I STILL DO WEN WE FUCK.SO HE CAME HE WENT TO MY BATHROOM TO THROW AWAY THE CONDOM AND CLEAN UP SO WHILE HE IS THERE IM GETTING DRESS TO WALK HIM TO DA DOOR CUZ HE HAD TO GO BACK TO WORK.WHEN HE LEFT I WENT INTO MY PARENTS ROOM TO CLEAN UP THE MESS WE DID AND IF I WOULDNT CLEAN THE ROOM I THINK I WOULDVE GOTTEN CAUGHT, HE FORGOT TO THROW AWAI THE WRAPPER LOL. SO WEN I FINISH CLEANING UP I SIT ON MY BED AND STARTED LAUGHING TO MYSELF AND SAID TO MY SELF WOW.I PRAYED HE CALLS ME BACK SO WE CAN GO ANOTHA ROUND AND A COUPLE OF DAYS LATA HE CALLED. TO BE CONTINUE.....
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