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Back in December from College Special trip to my sisters

3 and a half months without seeing Char, it was starting to drive me crazy, we would talk on the phone, have Skype dates however it just is not the same when we aren’t together. As the day past and classes dragged on, I knew the day was coming soon.
The day had arrived and I was on the plane counting done the hours until I would get to see char. As hours passed on the drive back from the airport we were texting all the fun stuff we would do once we were in each other’s arms. Knowing I couldn’t just leave when I got home I sent Char one text to set her on the edge for our rough night, “Well don’t go anywhere, you don’t know when I’ll be there…. until I’m right behind you ;)”
Time past with mom and dad, then the time came to go see Char, I knew I had been longer than I wanted to be before I left but mom and dad wanted to know how school was going, and all that shit. However I got in the car and took off, heart beat elevated, body temperature raising, blood flow racing and Char waiting. As I pull into the driveway I make sure I am very quiet and the headlights are off trying to make sure I don’t ruin the plan. I sneak into the house and slowly make my way to her room, opening the door quietly and there Char was laying there on her bed head back and her arm leading under the covers to her ever moist pussy. I slowly walk over and run my hand up the blanket; “may I take over?” char sprang up and wrapped her arms around me.
“I missed you so much” I just squeezed her tighter and whispered “I missed you too” into her ear. Even though we were both eager to satisfy our every need for each other we sat there and talked for a little bit reminiscing about the good times. However the time had come and we both knew it, talking was done and the time we had waited months for was just moments away.
I leaned forward and kissed char, then cheek, down to her neck and collar bone, slowly unbuttoning the shirt Char had put on earlier. Slowly kissing every inch from neck to navel, then just as I went to continue lower Char grabbed me, “shhh”
“What?”
There was a long pause then Char said, “never mind thought I heard someone but I guess not”
“Ok, well then where” and then I was cut off by the sound of a door closing.
“Shit what’s that?”
“Mike is back”
“What I thought he was taking K to his parents?”
“He must have forgot something, quick get under the bed”
I quickly rolled under the bed to hide, just then Mike walked in and was looking all around for something, he didn’t even talk to char. After twenty minutes he found whatever he was looking for somewhere in the main room I was guessing since he just stormed back into the room and gave Char a snarky snap “Thanks for all your help” And then left. I got back up and Char was lying there, “guess he’s having a fucking man period” and we just laughed. Char then gave me seductive look and slowly ran her hand down her body, “do you want to continue what my hand has started?” and winked at me. Without hesitation I started with the shirt again, working my way down, no interruptions this time. I slowly began to slide off Char’s pants but leaving her panties, she was wearing my favorite panties on her, mesh pink hiphuggers that conform perfectly to her body. Then beginning up her leg kissing and caressing, inch by inch. Char had a firm grip in the sheets and a well needed one to be exact, just before reaching the Char’s glorious pussy I stopped and then ran my hands up her hips then waist and then to her upper back pulling her towards me and taking off her draping shirt. Then Char began to take off my shirt as well, revealing the hours at the gym I dedicated to the gym, Chiselled to the extreme Char ran her hands down my body to my jean shorts and undoing my belt. However I stopped her and resumed to slide my hand down into Char’s panties and slowly massage her now moist mound. Char then collapsed back onto the bed subsiding to her desires, with one hand I was working to take off her panties and with the other still pleasuring her. Upon the panties releasing Char’s legs the sprung open to welcome me. I then immediately began to lick and finger the shit out of her, making her nipples hard which Char then began to rub and play with. After a couple minutes of vigorous oral sex Char began to reach a climax. I began rapidly fingering Char faster and faster, until Char collapsed back onto the bed, I then kissed Char and she wrapped her arms around me saying “I wish you weren’t my brother because I fucking love you more than one”
Char then winked at me “your turn, right” Char then rolled me over and straddled me her naked pussy inches above my cock. Char then returned the favour and began to kiss my body, down to my shorts. She unbuttoned them and pulled my briefs and sports off all at once free my raging beast from its cage. “College did some more good for you eh” My cock had increased more in size and girth. “Yea, just a little”
“I can’t wait to see it at work” Char then grabbed a hold of it and to her surprise wasn’t able to wrap her larger woman hand around it; she then just smiled and said “this is going to be extraordinary tonight. Char then dropped down and began to suck on my cock, the months I spent without getting oral sex made me forget how amazing it was, Char was working every possible use she had, the tongue the hand, throat and what every she was doing was fabulous. After a little while I began to feel a swelling in my testicles, “Char, I’m about to cum” then Chars head began to move faster and faster and her hand stroking harder and harder. Then a rush of cum shot out of me like a bullet, Char didn’t stop she wanted every drop and I wasn’t going to complain. After Char had swallowed every ounce I was going to produce she crawled up beside me and curled up under my arm.
“That was fucking amazing”
Char smiled and said “I know the feeling” and winked at me.
Char and I knew that I wasn’t going to be instantly ready for the main event so we lied there, but I decided that I would get Char moistened again. I rolled Char over onto her back and she smiled “round two?”
“No just getting it warmed up” Winking at Char she wrapped her legs around my head, I then licking her pussy and used my other hand to caress her massive breasts.
Moments later I was ready and Char was obviously ready and anxious, I slowly crawled up higher and higher until we were face to face, and our bodies merely inches from each other’s. Char the grabbed my ass, “don’t keep me waiting”
“That’s my favorite part”
“What is?”
“When you are begging for its”
Then Char pulled me down, my cock now resting on her begging pussy.
“Come on, Fuck me”
“Oh I love the way you fucking say that”
Char then grabbed my cock and rubbed the head along her pussy, with it just resting in front slightly inside Char doesn’t hesitate to grab my ass again and pull me in with all her strength as she hip thrusts towards me. My cock now warmed by my sister’s sweet pussy I begin to thrust, over and over. Each one more vigorous than the last, Char’s nails digging into my back harder with each pulse. Just minutes later we roll over and Char is on top riding my cock like it’s a rodeo bull. Faster and faster, the wall of her pussy contract with every thrust grabbing my cock with such a firm grip, pulling and pushing on my cock with extreme pleasure. In the heat of the moment I flip Char over and tell her to get on her hands and knees, “with the hopes of being pleasured.” I grab my cock and slide it into her dripping pussy. Slamming it in repeatedly harder and harder. Char is rocking back and forth moaning so loud and it just makes me fuck harder till the point of fatigue, yet I won’t stop. We then again arranged ourselves with Char back on top riding my cock. With Char leaning back I raise myself up so I can hip thrust to further please her. After a couple more minutes we roll over and I pick char up and we slam into the wall, I have Chars leg hocked over my arms and I am thrusting as hard as I can and then Char moans louder and louder, knowing she about to orgasm we turn around and we fall onto her bed which is high enough for me to fuck her while she’s lying down. Now with Char’s legs up with her feet beside my head I grab her upper thighs just below the hips and start to ram my cock as hard as I can. over and over, Char then climaxes, but I don’t stop I keep going harder and harder, I can feel Char’s cum oozing all over my cock and dripping onto the bad and down my legs, Char is now moaning with such intensity I can help but reach my point of my organismic peak, with a few more vigorous thrusts I cum, and with the last few rough pulses of my hips I empty my cock of all juices and I collapse falling in between chars legs and onto of her. Just then Mike walks into the room.
“What was that screaming?” Without and explanation Mike says “What the fuck is this?”
Char responds with “Something you could never give me”
Char looks back at me and winks as Mike storms out of the place, yelling back “fuck this and fuck you”
Char just laughs, and curls up on the bed while I go to the shower to clean myself off.

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Part 1: A night with escort.

This story is 100 percent true and happened with me like 3 months ago. I’ll take it slow and illustrate each and every detail of this incident as far as I remember. A lot of things happen after this incident which I will illustrate in other stories too.

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Craigslist Chronicles Ch. 06: Thomas

Hey All, thought I’d start a new series based around my early 20’s… Thought i’d get it all written out before I hit my 30’s. 😉 Most of the chronicles I’ll be releasing are based on real life experience as I explored my sexual urges with other men. Again, feedback on writing is enjoyed! I love some constructive criticism. shoot me a message xprofanity89@gmail

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Gypsy Wife, PTA Mom

Gypsy Wife–PTA Mom
by Willing Wimp
My wife, Gina, loves to play dress-ups and to play-act. Her favorite dress-up role is that of a gypsy. It all started innocently enough. Gina is a PTA Mom and we were participating in a charity event. As part of the fundraiser, she volunteered to be a Fortuneteller.
We set up a tent within the community fair, complete with candles, crystal ball. That first time, Gina found just the right outfit to accentuate her abundant, wavy chestnut hair that cascades to between her tanned shoulder blades. She wore a peasant blouse of thin cotton that rested loosely on her brown shoulders and scooped over her bouncy melons. Her mid-calf skirt was also translucent and loose with little sparkles running through it. Gina’s legs were clearly visible through the thin material.
She wore sandals with heels. The sandals strapped midway up her calf. To those with good night vision, or when the light caught her right, her thong bikini was visible under the skirt. I was her assistant dressed as a gypsy as well, but keeping in the shadows.
The role-playing brought out an amazing new side of Gina. She exuded sex. Her breasts heaved and seemed to beckon for play. Her dark eyes smoldered, and completely melted me. And I wasn’t the only one. Soon, word must have spread, and the neighborhood men, in particular, were lining up to have their fortunes told. She stayed in character, and flirted outrageously with each man, making each one think she was dying to get into his pants. She would read their palms, by taking their hands in hers and pulling them close to her cleavage, so they could openly stare down her blouse.
As she would tell their fortune, in all cases filled with sexual innuendo, she would rub and play with their hands, usually making comments about how she could tell from a man’s fingers what his other appendages were like. I kept in the shadows, watching with a mixture of intense jealousy and
fascination.
Gina got an instant reputation among the men in the community. And men started stopping by our house at all times for one excuse or another. Gina remained flirtatious in a friendly way, but without the gypsy costume, stayed in character as a suburban housewife, and did not stray from her marital vows.
But I think we both got a taste of something more exciting, and we wanted to experiment with the gypsy wife.
One evening, with my encouragement, and with no charity as an excuse, Gina got dressed up again. I could feel the transformation, as she swayed in front of me in her gypsy skirt. I watched her legs, those of a natural dancer. Taut, muscular, beautifully shaped. She wore dangling earrings, deep red lipstick and nail polish, and heavy eye make-up to accentuate her dark, sultry eyes. As she came into character, she seemed to suck the power right out of me and into her. She became potent, vibrant, alive, and I felt weakened, diminished, hardly able to support my weight on wobbly knees.
We decided to head out of town to a sleazy bar and dance hall that had a rather rough reputation. She let me go in the bar first and decide whether it looked like the right atmosphere–dark and smoky–with plenty of single men. By prearrangement, If I didn’t come back out, but found a place at the bar to settle in, Gina would make her entrance about five minutes after my arrival.
As soon as she walked in the room, heads turned her way. First thing, she sauntered over to me. I offered her a cigarette and a drink, and made a point of fawning over her in a nervous way, acting as though we were strangers. Although accepting my drink and cigarette, she made a point of ignoring me and checking out the male meat. As I talked to her, she wouldn’t look at me, but made herself busy making eye contact with other guys. She did this until one of them came right up and took her away from me.
He was a big guy, well over 6 feet tall and in the 200-plus pound range, whereas I am about 5’8″ and closer to 160. He took her to a booth, and after a drink from there to the dance floor. He was wearing a white “wifebeater” undershirt, which showed off not only his bulging biceps and chest, but also an intricate display of tattoos on his arms and shoulders. He looked tough and, to me at least, quite intimidating.
Gina is a terrific dancer, and can put on quite a show. But by the first slow dance, this guy was grabbing her ass and slobbering on her neck and shoulders, and they were barely swaying to the music. She wasn’t dancing, but she was responding. Her hands ran up and down his back and her fingers moved through his hair. Before long they were kissing, long and wet, open mouthed.
Arm in arm, she brought him over to introduce him to me. I was too stunned to talk, or even to remember his name. She ordered me to get the car to drive them back to our place.
I brought the car around, and they piled into the back-seat. During the drive, they were necking the whole time. No conversation, just groans and moans, as I drove home in silence, my head pounding with jealousy and my stomach heavy with a feeling of my own inadequacy. At the same time, my below-average-sized dick was hard as a rock. There was no denying that despite the sick feeling, I was also highly turned on.
I quietly arranged the rearview mirror so that I could catch the action in the back-seat. Gina’s dress was high off her thighs, and the guy’s hands were already busy playing with her pussy when they weren’t fondling her breasts. When we got home, he actually carried her into the house and up to our bedroom. It was as though I wasn’t even there. They both were so into each other that they ignored me entirely. I could have been invisible. I followed them into the bedroom, but remained quietly to the side and out of
their way, being the silent, quiet voyeur.
They had wild, passionate sex completely unlike anything I had experienced with Gina. He was rough on her, and she was equally rough on him. I was quite taken aback by her aggressive, animal abandon. I watched her dig her nails into his back, as they bit and clawed each other. In contrast, our love making has always been quiet and gentle. I didn’t know the same woman could respond so completely differently sexually to another man.
I made another discovery. Usually intercourse for me lasts about 5 minutes after perhaps 10 minutes of “warming” Gina up. My erection is short-lived, we almost always use the missionary position, under the covers, in the dark, my orgasm comes quickly, and then I fall asleep, never going for seconds. This guy, however, seemed to last forever, switching positions, the bed not a resting place at all, no covers, completely three-dimensional sex.
I don’t think they used the missionary position at all. He was banging Gina every which way. And she was taking him in her mouth, from behind, and with her legs wrapped around him. To my chagrin, this guy was also very well hung. A long, full, truly impressive cock that stayed hard, as he stayed in control, bringing Gina to crashing orgasm after orgasm.
That night, I curled up on the floor next to our marriage bed after the gypsy lovers had finally fallen asleep exhausted in each other’s arms. In the morning, the guy let himself out. I have no idea how he got back to wherever he came from. I spent the morning, nursing Gina as though she had survived a traumatic experience. Breakfast in bed, gentle, gentle, gentle wake up.
Her body was bruised. She had bite and suck marks on her neck and breasts. I traced them with my fingers. Gina pulled my head to her, and I gently kissed all the places that had been treated so roughly. We moved quietly, wordlessly. I was weeping, as I slowly moved down from suckling her breasts, lower, lower, until I was directly breathing the earthy smell of her night of debauchery, my mouth and nose resting on her mons veneris. Tentatively, I stretched my tongue, tasting the bitter aftermath.
I stayed with her, and kept tonguing her until I had cleaned away the sour taste and restored her sweetness. She had a sleepy orgasm, and pulled me up between her legs and let me come inside her. After a nap, I fixed Gina a nice bath. and laid out her suburban housewife clothes to resume our life of normalcy.
But we are anything but normal. We have both discovered her sexual appetite, and my submissive voyeuristic enabling of her quest for sexual excitement.
Gina has tried other forms of dress-ups and play-acting, including whore, nurse, French maid, and dominatrix. But I think her favorite remains the Gypsy Wife. Dressing like this transforms Gina into a cat on the prowl. As a gypsy, she becomes a seductress par excellence, hungry for a man who can take her and try to tame her. I know I am not that man. When she dresses for action, it makes me wimp out and grovel at her feet. I can hardly stand up when she’s near, but sink to my knees in awe of her sexual power and beauty. She responds to this display with contempt and abuse, shoving me aside with her foot and telling me I’m hardly a man at all. I beg her to let me help her find a real man, and she will let me take her to a bar or dance hall to watch the seductress at work. I become the eager assistant, the invisible voyeur, and after it is over, the tender husband.
I worship Gina. Although others would find our marriage strange and perverse, it is actually quite filled with love and mutual understanding. She has had many assignations, and seems completely happy both with me and with her lovers, some of whom are favorites and invited back for repeat performances. When she isn’t dressing up and play-acting, however, she is a great PTA Mom, a pillar of the local community.
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Willing Wimp

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Craigslist Chronicles Ch. 07: Steven

Hey All, thought I’d start a new series based around my early 20’s… Thought i’d get it all written out before I hit my 30’s. 😉 Most of the chronicles I’ll be releasing are based on real life experience as I explored my sexual urges with other men. Again, feedback on writing is enjoyed! I love some constructive criticism.

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I’m a Dirty Little Cunt

I’m breathing heavily. Master is giving me that look again. Any submissive knows the look I’m speaking of. It’s that hungry stare, that glint of mischief, and the surge of power that come when your Master is giving you that look. I instantly knew that I would not be going to sleep for awhile.
I shiver when I feel him move, his broad body moving beside me, his beard tickling my neck. I hear him breathe out a low sigh and then feel it brush up against the most sensitive part of my neck. His strong, firm hand runs up my curvaceous body painfully slow. He momentarily stops at my hips before he continues feeling up the side of my body, sliding his hand over the curve of my waist, and up further still. While I’m fully expecting it, I still let out a surprised moan when he roughly grabs my tit. He forces it up and grips it tightly, and then he lets it go. I have my eyes closed, wondering what he will do next, and just as I open up my eyes-SMACK!
He hit my large tit hard and I moaned in response. I squirmed a little and in a small voice I whispered, “Please Master, give me more.”
“You want more?” He said in a demanding tone, “You don’t get to ask slut!” His voice boomed, “You don’t get to say no. You can only sit there and take it, whatever I decide to do to you, you take it, because you are mine.”
“Yes Sir,” I moaned still shivering next to him. He was being mean tonight, normally he lets me beg, and ask for what I want. I’m not going to complain, though. I’m his dirty little cunt, and he has the right to do whatever he wants to me, and I’m not going to lie; I love it when he’s mean to me.
“That’s it, baby” he cooed, “If you’re a good girl for Master I might cum in your dirty cunt. You’d like that, wouldn’t you whore?” He punctuated his phrase with another hard slap to my tit.
“Mhmm, yes sir!” I moaned, leaning back into him, “I’d like it very, very much Master.”
He sat up a little higher and started to assault my tit. He slapped it hard not once, or twice, but upwards of ten times. Then he pinched my nipple, first gently, and then harder and pretty soon he was pinching my nipple as hard as he could and pulling it, making me moan in both pleasure and pain.
I could feel his hard cock pressing up against my ass, and before I could say anything he placed one of his hands around my neck and grabbed tightly, while the other spread my legs open wide and then went to my dripping pussy. As he began to choke me his fingers began rubbing furiously at my clit and I writhed in his arms.
I began to moan loudly and while I tried my best to keep my legs spread as wide as possible for my Master, the feeling in my cunt became so intense It was nearly impossible for me to keep my legs spread. I made the mistake of closing my legs and I was instantly reprimanded with a strong slap to my face.
“Keep your legs spread.” Master ordered as he continued to rapidly rub my clit.
“Yes Sir!” I moaned as he placed his other hand back around my neck.
I whimpered. His fingers rubbing my tiny little nub felt so incredibly good. It had only been a minuet and I already wanted to cum. The way he moved his fingers was heavenly, the amount of pressure wasn’t too much nor was it too light. It was perfect, and it felt perfect. I couldn’t help but moan out the entire time he played with my sensitive button. It took a few moments but once again I got lost in the pleasure and closed my legs again.
The punishment was the same. This time though it was two hard slaps to my face.
“Keep your fucking legs open you dirty little whore!” Master shouted “If you don’t keep your legs fucking spread open for me you do not get to cum, do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir,” I moaned as he rapidly continued his work. I waited as long as I could but it became too much and I felt the need to cum.
“Master! Oh, fuck, Master! Please let your dirty little cunt cum! Please!” I whimpered while wiggling in my Master’s strong arms.
“Oh, does my little whore need to cum?”
“Yes, Sir! Please Master, please let your whore cum all over your hand.”
“Okay baby,” he whispered into my ear, “you can cum as long as you squirt like a good little slut.”
I nodded, “Yes, Sir!”
I moaned out loudly and bucked my hips into my Master’s hand and I felt my orgasm come to the surface and with one final flick of his finger I squirted on his hand and screamed. He shoved his fingers in my cunt as I came and after I was done he pulled them out and made me lick them clean.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, kissing my hair.
“Now, slut,” he whispered, “bend over.”
“Yes Sir,” I moaned and the moment he had stood up I did as I was told, putting my ass high up in the air and keeping my face down in the bed sheets.
I didn’t feel him near me for a moment, but I knew better than to look up and search the room for him. Instead, I listened. I heard him shuffling in the drawer we have next to our bed. I waited for a moment and sure enough I felt him standing behind me. I then felt his large, strong hands grip my big ass. He let out a content sigh and rubbed my ass for a few moments, just feeling it in his hands. It felt good to have him rub my ass. He spread it open and put his thumb over my asshole and shoved it in a little, making me moan out. Content with that for now, he gave my ass a nice hard slap. He reached over to the side of the bed where he had put whatever it was that he had gotten out. I then felt him lift my arms and tie them together. I was also told to lift my head up and open my mouth and he tied the ball gag behind my head.
I could feel his gaze on my ass and cunt and it wasn’t long until I felt his ridged shaft pressing up against my dripping cunt. I whimpered around the gag and I wiggled my hips at him, the only way I had to beg. However rather than getting his deliciously thick cock in my tight little cunt, he slapped my ass. Hard. I moaned and shivered. I then heard him chuckle.
I waited a second, and when I didn’t feel anything I relaxed. However, that’s when Master decided to slap my ass with a leather paddle. I moaned out, and he did it again. He didn’t stop spanking me until my ass was bright red, and it was only then when he put the paddle down, roughly grabbed my hips, and forced his thick cock all the way into me.
He let out a sexy, low moan which made my entire body shiver. To me, my Master’s moans are the best praise. There’s no better way to know that I’ve been good than hearing that sexy, sexy moan he has.
I felt him begin to fuck me faster. I moaned loudly around the gag and that made him grab my hair and pull me upwards, causing me to clench tightly around his cock. He let his free hand off of my hip for a moment to slap my ass once again and partially spread it open. I could hear his moans getting louder and louder, and that made me tighten around him more and more. I could barely take it anymore. I was screaming around my gag and I could feel my second orgasm building in me and I knew it wouldn’t be very long until I had to cum.
A thin layer of sweat coated my body and drool was escaping my lips around the gag. I was rocking my hips back into my Master’s and I could feel him start pushing his cock harder and harder into me. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold in my cum. It felt too good to be so wonderfully fucked by my loving yet firm Master. His thick juicy cock just filled up my cunt to perfection and the harder he fucked me the more I wanted to cum.
Suddenly my Master paused. He let go of my hair and gripped my ass again, rocking his hips back and forth, simply watching my big ass cheeks jiggle. After a brief moment of that he clenched my hips and started pounding away.
He was going to cum, and he was going to cum soon. I knew it, and the thought of him cumming deep in my dirty little cunt made me want to cum that much more.
“Oh, that’s right my dirty little slut, clench that tight cunt around my cock. I’m gonna cum in your dirty little cunt, whore. When I cum I want you to fucking squirt on my cock, understand?” He demanded.
I moaned out a muffled yes and nodded and he pumped in and out of my cunt as quickly as he could and then with one last deep shove into my cunt, he came. And like the good little slut I am, I squirted around his meaty cock.
We both moaned and I shivered. He stayed buried in my cunt for a bit and when he did pull out he untied my gag and my hands and the plopped on the bed. I quickly snuggled up next to him and he pulled the covers over us. I was laying on one of his arms and the other draped around my waist protectively and I felt very loved and safe in his arms.
“I love you, baby. You were a perfect little slut tonight.” He whispered as he kissed my hair.
“I love you too, Master.” I smiled, “I want to be the best slut I can for you, Master.”
With one more kiss we both fell asleep and I couldn’t help but wonder how I got this lucky.

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The best shower ever

The party was going just as planned. There were plenty of guys and girls from my school and others at my house, since I had the house to myself for the weekend. I was 16 and the others were 14-16. Everyone was drinking so the sexual chemitry was firing up. I felt attracted to almost every girl there, but I never planned on acting on it. The party died down around two in the morning and some people went home but a lot of my friends stayed. Every bed in the house was full. We were all in the shed where there’s no bathroom, so Taylor asked my to show her to it.
I gladly said I would as she followed my into my room. She was a brunette with very long hair and a very big smile. She was very tan and had been a cheerleader forever so her legs were in perfect shape and they complemented her firm ass. Her tits were perfect sized for her slim but perfectly shaped body. I had always wondered what her nipples looked like. I had never talked to her before she asked me to show her to the bathroom.
She went into the bathroom but accidentally left the bathroom door cracked. I eased my way up to the door hoping to sneak a peek of her pulling her pants up. She was still sitting down as I watched. By now I was absolutely hard as a rock. She shouted to my for toilet paper as I ran to the other bathroom to give it to her. I busted in on her and gave her the tp but didn’t see a real reason to leave. She wiped her pussy and I turned my head inconspicuosly when she stood up. She buttoned up her tight jeans but then hesitated.
“I can’t believe everyone is already leaving.” she said to me.
“I know. I wish they would stay for a while.” I said to her, while i was secretly imagining her naked.
“Do you mind if I stay her tonight, my DD has been drinking.”
I said yes to her, but warned her that the only place to sleep would be in my bed. She said it would be fine and then she asked me if she could use the shower. I said yes immediately. Just having her naked in my house would be an honor. I told her I needed to take one too and she said ” We can both take one and just leave our underwear on.” I agreed with her as we stepped into the shower.
When she washed her hair she arched her back and I was about to explode. She looked down at my 8 inch erection and laughed. Up until that point there had been no sexual chemistry. I closed my eyes as I washed my hair, and suddenly felt her hand againts my cock. I opened my eyes and she was smiling at me completely naked. She dropped to her knees and carressed my penis with her hands. She then kissed the head and licked it as she looked up at me. I ran my hand through her hair as she took my cock all the way down her throat without a problem. She started out slow but soon was bobbing her head onto my cock as hard as she could. She stood up in front of my as I sucked on her small dark nipples. I was about to fuck her standing up.
“I have to pee.” she said to me with a sad look on her face.
“Me too.” I said as she started laughing. I started peeing in the shower and she told me to stop as she laughed. She then got on her knees and took my half way hard penis into her and and rubbed the head with her palm. It tingled as I started to pee. She pointed it at her breasts, and then her face. She stood up and told me to get down. I did what she said and she started peeing on dick. The she moved up and started peeing on my face.
She sat her pussy down on my cock and started to slide up and down. Even with the water running, I could feel her hot juices welcoming me into her tight pussy. This went on for about 10 miinutes before she stood up.
“Do you want to go doggystyle?” I asked her.
She nodded her head and got down on all fours. I rubbed my throbbing cock on her asshole and then stuc it in her pussy. I was about to cum so I tried to take my mind off of it. I stuck a finger into her pussy while my cock was still in, and then I stuck it up her ass. She moaned and screamed ass I worked three fingers into her virgin asshole. I took my cock out and stuck it in her ass. I didn’t hesitate and immediately started going as hard as I could. I groped her breast as she spread her ass with her hands.
She turned around and started sucking my cock and then put it back in her ass.
“I’m about to cum!” I screamed.
“Cum in my ass!” she answered.
I fucked her as hard and I could and then exploded into her ass. She stood up and squated, and forced my cum out of her ass and into my hand. I fingered her ass to get the last drops out. She turned to my and licked my hand clean and swallowed my cum.
I woke up to her mouth on my cock the next morning. I faked asleep for a while and then started pushing her head down. Without warning I came in her mouth and she swallowed my cum once again like it was never there.
“Good morning,” she said,” she grabbed my hand and wrote her phone number and left.
I watched her ass walk out and then I grabbed my phone. My back ground was her beautiful tan naked body.

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