She kneels above him, teasing him. Her face is in darkness, the light behind her, showing off her curves and the occasional glint of an eye that gives a hint of how much she's enjoying this.
"Please... please," he whispers.
It was Christmas Eve and the Grinch was on the prowl.
He lurked and he crept, and he leapt with a scowl.
He landed atop the house of a Who,
Little Christmas Loo Who, who would soon turn twenty-two.
Chrissie Loo was born on the day of the Who's favorite season,
But she despised Christmas for that very same reason.
"See anything you like?" Scott asked before taking another drink from his beer bottle.
I took a small sip of my drink before shaking my head.
"Not really," I responded, resting my arms easily on the railing in front of me. "Usually this place is better."
My eyes continued to scan the dance floor of the club before drifting over to the area to the side, covered with tables and chairs.
He had been so playful and friendly, warm and inviting on the Internet and very disarming. We hit it off, both our minds on the same nasty wavelength. We had the most erotic conversations about how we would fuck one type of girl in one situation to another type in a second, even doubling up and tricking them, skillful plotting to deflower them. Setting erotic scenarios to trap them. It was all very hot and our conversations very blunt.
"Nice meat, Pops...is that hard on for me?"
I opened my eyes, my hard cock still cupped in my palm as I sat nude in my hot tub. My son's girlfriend, Dana was standing on the deck, smiling at me, naked.
"You're blushing," Dana giggled, which made her firm young tits jiggle invitingly. My manhood surged towards greater fullness, bobbing in the water as if greeting our guest.
The room was dark and the air still as I came awake. I felt the hunger build as I opened my eyes. I push the covers from my body and the cool air beads my nipples, bringing them to attention. I lick my lips and run my hands down my body. I cup my breast and pinch my nipples between my fingers and bring your face to mind.
I feel my pussy flood with moisture. Running my hand lower, I push my pussy lips apart and circle my clit. Damn that feels so good.
Belinda was celebrating her twentieth birthday the day she decided to lose her anal virginity. Sarah Jean her best friend had told her long stories of how wonderful the climax was when you were taken properly in the ass and she wanted to feel it for herself.
The question now became how and when. Given Belinda's inability to wait for anything it would have to be soon.
She never heard him approach from behind. She jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t move. She couldn’t move. He hadn’t said a word, but she knew it was him.
He whispered into her ear. “What would you say if I told you I was attracted to you?”
Her heart pounded. So many things came roaring into her mind. He is a customer, this is professional suicide.
Hi, my name is Portia. I'm 21 years old and I'm from Kent in England. I moved to the US two years ago to study but really I just wanted to meet American guys. I've always done pretty well at school and while I want to don't want to sound too full of myself I know I'm pretty easy on the eye as well, which hasn't always made me popular with some other girls.
Tracy tested the silk scarves wrapped around her wrists and forearms. They were so expertly tied that you couldn't really see where they were knotted and it didn't feel at all restrictive until you tried to move. They were bound together in front of her and from there tied by a single large rope that extended to the end of the bed secured to the bed frame beneath. He legs were tied in a similar fashion. Her small 5' 0" frame lay comfortably face down on the largest bed Tracy had ever been on.