This hot sexy woman has a part-time job. School is on hold and although I am drawing my salary still, I need something to do with my free time. My best friend is an attorney. She is working still but her paralegal is out sick taking care of her mother who has COVID. She pays me well to sit in an office chair, look pretty and fill out the paperwork before she sees the client. She is not seeing many clients and no man has come into the office I would fuck. Most of the men are losers whose wives are leaving them for other men. This morning, I was helping her for a couple hours and I was glad I got my ass up early too. Right before I was going to leave, the Amazon delivery guy had some packages I needed to sign for. He was half my age, but I wanted his package. I could see the outline in his khaki shorts, and I was impressed. He had a face mask on, but I saw his baby blues and could tell he was smiling at me. I grabbed his cock through his shorts and felt the hard cock he was hiding. He did not flinch when I fumbled to unzip his pants. I started stroking his cock and he flipped me over the desk, hiked up my skirt and peeled down my panties. My hot shaved wet pussy pulsated for him. Before he fucked me with his young cock, however, he worshiped my pussy for a long time. His tongue spelled out the alphabet on my clit, making my pussy drip. It has been too long since someone devoured my pussy. I was glad my hot wet snatch was good enough reason to remove his mask. He buried his face, tongue and fingers in my twat. When he came up for air, his face looked like a glazed donut. My juices were everywhere. I started to wipe his face clean, but he stopped me. “I wanna smell your scent all day,” he said. His cock was still rock hard, so I guided it into my drenched pussy. I fucked him on the office desk while my friend was seeing a guy about his divorce. I think this part-time gig is going to be just what I need.
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Assfucked By A BBC
I was shaking as my sopping wet pussy clenched down on the vibrator shoved inside of it. The bullet on my clit was bringing me to the edge of an earth shattering orgasm. Number seven, to be exact. My boyfriend’s big black cock was sliding in and out of my once tight little asshole.
My perky tits bounced every time he slammed into me.
This double penetration, double vibration was rocking my world. The vibes were buzzing away, driving my poor overstimulated clitty insane. I was begging, and pleading; Whether that was to cum again, or to make it all stop I wasn’t sure.
My cunt was running like a river, mixing with our sweat and his spit. He was using me, good and hard. Just like the little slut I was. He was re-arranging my organs when he suddenly came so hard in me, I came right along side him. His whole body was rocking as spurts of steaming cum shot deep into my asshole. I knew my little fuck hole would never shrink back up after his huge black cock had fucked me there.
I sighed a breath of relief as he pulled out, expecting a break. Instead, another big black dick slid inside my gaping ass as the men high-fived to tap out. I felt another orgasm building as this newcomer rocked my world. I blacked out from exhaustion before I ever came.
Slutty Scarecrow – Edge And Denial
The sun beat down on me while they beat their cocks, staring at me. I was tied like a Scarecrow to the post, in the middle of the field; naked as the day I was born. Their hands were on me, pinching my pretty little nipples, and rubbing on my bald cunt.
I was getting wetter by the second. “We love ourselves a pretty farmer’s daughter.” One of them called out as he licked his way up and down my slit. I was moaning like the slut I am the second his tongue touched my little clitty.
They caressed my skin, sliding a finger or two in to me while someone was constantly lapping at my pussy, and teasing my nipples. Every time I’d get close to cumming, they’d stop; by the fifth time, I was begging them. Please, please. I needed to cum so badly, I’d give up anything.
“Your Daddy can pay us. Twenty thousand a piece, if you want to cum so badly. Is cumming worth sixty thousand dollars, you fucking whore?”
As they edged me for a sixth time, I decided it just might be. Though Daddy would be so damn ashamed of me; his baby girl, a begging like a slut
Humiliated And Horny Whore
My cunt was dripping as I rode his throbbing cock. He thrust into me, keeping time with my hips. I had been at the train station, just trying to catch the subway into town. My skirt was short, my top tight, and my pumps a perfectly slutty eight inches.
I was minding my own business when I felt a hand slide across my ass. This wasn’t an accidental brushing as someone walked by; no, this was deliberate. I looked over my shoulder to see who could possibly want my attention so badly.
“How much for half an hour, sweetheart?” He purred into my ear.
I almost slapped him; I wasn’t a hooker! No, Anabelle, but you are a slut; I thought to myself.
“$300.” I said, kidding and ready to escape his wandering hands. Those hands slapped three Ben Franklin’s into my hand, grabbed me by the hair, dragged me over to the benches, and bent me over.
He flipped my skirt up, tore my satin thong off, and slammed his fat black cock deep inside my tight cunt. He fucked me, harder than I’ve ever been fucked. Then, he pulled out; leaving me gaping, before seating himself on the bench, and pulling me down over top of him. I rode him, wet as water, as a whore. My train rolled up to the station just as he spilled his seed deep inside my pussy.
Shoving me off of him, he threw me on the train. The other passengers stared; I was humiliated, and somehow, even more horny.
Edge And Denial In C(hastity)
His cock was dripping, his eyes crying. My sweet little fuck toy. My absolute darling. My sweet slut. He arrived at a quarter after 9 this morning, simply for breakfast of eyes and fat sausages. My sweet whore seemed so squirmy the whole time. It made me giggle. After I fed him, and we chatted and smiled over steaming coffee, I led him into the living room.
Up on the my massage table he went. I had him strapped down, unable to move in a matter of seconds. With my favorite butterfly knife, I cut away his jeans. I cut away his shirt. He was whimpering by now, and anticipation. His cock was hard, throbbing. As I cut away his boxers, I grinned. I produced the simple silver key to his little Chastity cage from between my supple tits.
I hadn’t unlocked him in well over a month. He hadn’t cum since Christmas. My bald, young pussy was slick and hot. I loved torturing him. Off came his cage, and in went the ball gag. He could beg later, when I was done toying with him. I stroked him slowly, my hand sliding up and down his cock. His cockhead was nice and purple, and his balls looked ready to burst.
Already, I slowed down. I intended edge him, tease and denial, for hours. After listening to his muffled begging, I grew bored of this game. I straddled him on the table, sliding my tight cunt down right over his cock. “Don’t cum, baby.” I laughed as he exploded inside of me. “Looks like you need punished.” I climbed up, removed his ball bag, and lowered my hips over his face.
My cunny was dripping his cum all over. He lapped it up, grateful. I laughed again. He was so pathetic, my beloved toy. I set him on an impossible task. “You have 30 seconds to make me cum, or your cock won’t come out until Halloween.” Needless to say, he had four and a half months of hell waiting for him. Who cares? I love every moment of his torment. He belongs to me.