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Are You Ready For Me...

Matt I waited grimly in my office, expecting to hear the door open at any moment. Teresa had a key to the house, she’d let herself in and then I’d approach her. Question her as to what was going on, between the mini freak-out she’d had with that dipshit Orlando and the massive freak-out she’d had with me. It was fucking unreal. I’d tossed and turned all last night, unable to get to sleep, wondering what the fuck was wrong. I’ve been with a lot of women, and yeah, it’s inflated my ego but at the same time, I know I’m a handsome motherfucker and skilled in bed. My touch had never made a woman cry before and Teresa should have been no exception. I heard the creak of the front door and was down the stairs in a flash. There she was … beautiful, unassuming in her jeans and a work shirt, her raven hair scraped back from her face. I hated that severe hairstyle, I wanted to see those locks streaming over my chest, wrapped around my f

A Dick Ride

Matt She followed me slowly up the staircase, I could hear the soft scuff of her sneakers on the rug. We were going to have to replace those with stilettos soon, there were just too many formal functions for Teresa to be schlepping around in trainers. But I liked her casual style, I liked that she worked for a living. Simultaneously, I was curious as to how this was going to play out. I’d basically paid for the girl, and was surprised that I hadn’t had to sweeten the pot with a diamond necklace or some ridiculous clothing allowance. Instead, she’d accepted my offer of seventy-five and we were in business. At the top of the stairs, I detoured into my office for a moment, Teresa lingering in the doorway as I reached into my desk drawer. With a flourish I dashed out a check to for twenty-five thousand dollars, handing it to her which she received with trembling, shaking hands, her eyes growing big at the amount.

Take My Cock

Surprisingly, she nodded yes. In a flash, I was undressed and I pulled her close to me again, this time focusing on her breasts, twisting and pulling her nips as I kissed her. The girl sighed and relaxed a bit as I walked her backwards to the big bed and we fell in a tumble, her on top of me, into the luxurious sheets. Slowly I pulled her into position so that she straddled me, my dick nestled between her thighs. Like a vixen, she began grinding, her tender pussy on my cock, lubing it up with her dripping cream, dragging that hot flesh against my stiff pole. I swear, the blood in my cock was pounding so hard, so fast that I thought I might explode right then and there from the slick camel-toe ride. But she took control then. Teresa reached one hand down, leaning over me as she did so, dangling a boob in my face, and grabbed my fuckpole in one hand, letting it rub up and down against her cunt. Oh fuck, that felt good, the wet flesh care

One Sexy Shower

Teresa Oh god, what had I done? Had I given away my secret? Ever since Uncle Gordo molested me, I haven’t let anyone taste me down there because it makes chills run up my spine, digging up memories that I’d rather forget. And usually guys don’t care at all, they’re more than happy to skip the stinky, messy obligation. “Oh yeah baby, if you don’t want it, no problem,” said one guy. “Besides most girls smell like cheese below, it’s fucking disgusting.” Another dude said, “Reminds me of rotting fish. Or garbage.” As you can see, most men were only too happy to receive without having to reciprocate. I was probably the easiest fuck they’d ever had. But Matt was different. Not only had he emphasized how much he loved giving oral, but also loved making a woman come that way, drinking her juices, lapping at her cunny until she was exhausted and limp, overtaken with orgasm. So I was in a bind.

My Running Juices

Teresa The clucking from my aunt was annoying but harmless. “Bambino!” exclaimed my Aunt Rosita. “You took a car home? You know we can’t afford cabs,” she said. I cringed a bit. Matt had insisted in sending me home in his private vehicle and I knew the shiny black sedan had been noticed in our working class neighborhood. Most of our friends drove beat-up Datsuns and the like, so seeing anything with less than fifty thousand miles was a novelty. “I know, but don’t tell Mami okay? The bus wouldn’t come and it’s been such a long day.” That wasn’t a lie. I was tired, but not from cleaning Matt’s house. Instead, my employer had fucked me repeatedly and I was sore in all the right places, my body sated and deliciously used. I swear, I felt a limp coming on, he’d pounded my pussy so hard. But it’d felt wonderful. Nasty, deep, dirty … and oh so satisfying. Matt was an amazing male animal, built in all the

Ready For Anything

So when my mom appeared, I was careful. Sure, this would have been a perfect time to blurt out the abuse, but instead, I said nothing. I ran outside after my aunt, happily smiling and throwing my arms around Mami. “Teresita, have you been good?” she asked fondly, stroking my hair. “My, how beautiful you’ve become! Taller, and so …” she paused, looking at my newly-developed curves. “Like a woman,” she concluded. It was true. Those three years had seen me blossom and now as a thirteen year-old, I was considered ripe, my boobs and hips luscious, my waist tiny, with a seductive smile that girls learn only too early where I come from. “Come on,” said my mom fondly. “Let’s go in and get some dinner my precious girl, it’s been too long.” And it was wonderful to see my mother again, this woman who’d done the best she could even if it meant sending me away. After a prosaic evening of light conversation with my aunt

Rough And Aggressive

Matt Cocktails were boring but I was charming the crowd. I pressed the flesh of not a few high net worth individuals, laughing at their jokes, expounding on my views of the ongoing war in Syria, how to resolve our lovely city’s ongoing homelessness problem, yada yada yada. It was only when a hush came over the crowd that I broke off my glad-handing, turning to see what had happened. Or more accurately, who had happened. Teresa stood at the front door, unsure of herself, looking around warily. She was gorgeous, hands down. A black velvet cocktail dress hugged her curves, a hint of cleavage apparent but not obscene. Her legs were sheathed in gossamer silk topped off with black stilettos, a perfect outfit for a curvy girl. Our hostess though, was more than a little frosty. Usually the chicks at these events are model-types, tall, dressed to the nines, so painfully thin that you can almost see through them. Teresa was the oppos

Cup My Breasts

“Tastes good, right?” she asked huskily, eyeing me from under her lashes. And reader, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I closed my mouth over her fingers and tasted. It was instinctive, pure reflex, all base reaction, and fuck, I’m into pussy no less. If it’s in my mouth already, I’m going to sample the cream. But Vanessa’s particular brand of juice wasn’t my type. It was bland and mealy, probably because she was underfed. I wanted to spit her fingers out of my mouth, but it was too late. A gasp on the stairs let us know we’d been caught. Who would it be but Teresa, ascending to the second floor, watching as I sucked another woman’s cunt juices. Her red lips were pursed in a silent “O,” her eyes wide with shock. And I have to admit, I was in a compromising position. Vanessa’s fingers dripping with juice were in my mouth, her dress was pulled up to her waist, and her snatch was obviously bare, gyrating against my crotch

"I Want You"

“I want you,” he growled low in my ear, hitching up my dress so that it was bunched around my waist. I circled my ass against his groin again, this time grinding harder, making sure that hot rod nestled between my ass cheeks. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, his hips reflexively pushing into mine. “You’re so fucking wet,” he moaned as his hands slipped over my g-string, dipping between my legs to stroke my engorged cunt. “Mmm,” I sighed, leaning my head back against his shoulder. “Let me make it exciting for you.” And with that, I pushed him onto the bed and began dancing in the cavernous space. There was a giant bulge at his crotch and I stared at it hungrily, almost starving, before calling up the slut within. Because that’s what happened as a result of my molestation by Uncle Gordo. I unleashed my inner hooker at an early age, and the fact is that I love that side of myself, that sensuous, disgusting, nasty gir

Put The Panties In Your Mouth

“Aiee!” I shrieked as best I could, my scream muffled by the panties in my mouth. What would Uncle Gordo think? What had happened to my psychological barriers? Ignoring my wail, he pinned a heavy arm across my lower back, his other holding down my thighs so that my pussy was exposed to the air, his mouth, his dick, whatever he wanted to do. “I know you hate oral,” he grunted, “but shut the fuck up.” My eyes closed for a moment, memories of my uncle looming in the forefront of my mind. How I’d gyrated on his lips, letting him lap me, letting him nip at my clit, dancing like a stripper on his tongue. But Matt was different. Now I was an adult, with full understanding of what was happening to me. I was sexy, I was powerful, I understood my body. No longer the simpering girl-child, I embraced the slut within and squealed again as Matt lapped me from behind, dragging that tongue all the way from clit to anus before circling my

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