Valeria snacks on the couch naked!

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Valeria is one of those girls that when she comes over to your house goes straight for a snack. I don’t mind at all since I have snacked on this sweet girls pussy more times then I can ever hope to count. This time I decided to let you see how she really is in kind of a behind the scenes thing. This girl wants to constantly be rubbing her pussy and play with her really nice tits. Check it out and she shows off on the couch because she is always so horny!

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Weekend Romp

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She flies in for a weekend romp and he is anxiously waiting for her at the airport. Their eyes meet as she’s walking up the jetway and he sees that she’s wearing a very sexy short skirt, tight-fitting top and heels. He grins knowingly as she slips into his arms and he pulls her body very tightly against his. She feels his hardening cock jutting against her stomach and presses her pubic bone into it. Before they release one another, their hands casually slide down over each other’s asses and give a gentle squeeze. Not caring if people are watching or if they’re blocking the path, they hold onto each other for a moment longer, then begin their journey.

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They jump into the rental car and as he’s driving to his apartment, she reaches over and slides her hand along his thigh, then buries her fingers in the heat gathered between his legs, and rubs his cock through his jeans. She can feel it swell and strain against the fabric, but now isn’t the time to release it. Not yet! He spreads his legs apart a little as he drives to allow her to move her hand down across his balls. She cups them in her hand and presses and fondles them as she pushes her fingers against his ass. They manage to get to his place without having an accident (schew!)…though their thoughts are on getting naked, not driving! Finally they make through the door and practically throw her stuff down - not worried about unpacking at the moment. Once again they are all over each other. He is curious to know if she’s as worked up as she looks to be, and he reaches down and hooks her leg over his arm, then lifts it up waist-high, and slides his hand along the underside of her thigh until his fingers find the wetness gathered in the crotch of her panties. Her pussy clenches involuntarily at his touch and she groans as a surge of heat rushes through her body. With a glint in his eye, he slides his hand back towards her knee, keeping it raised and splayed to the side, as he lowers himself so he can see the dark wet spot that’s growing in her crotch. With his other hand he slips a finger into the creamy wetness and pulls the fabric aside then begins his oral assault on her lips…tentatively flicking his tongue over them, burying his nose against her clit and breathing in the succulent scent. She pushes against his face and grabs the back of his head to steady herself. Her legs become weak as he probes her pussy and she wants to sink down onto the carpet and spread her legs further so she can savor the exquisite sensations he’s causing to engulf her whole body. However, he makes her stand there teetering on one spiked heel tip, clinging to him. She’s practically sitting on his face, then he swings her leg over his shoulder and plunges his fingers into her pussy while his teeth are nibbling and pulling on her clit. She pushes against his fingers as he moves them in and out, forcing them deeper with each thrust until she is screaming and panting for more. She feels the familiar tingling begin to build throughout her body until her cum starts spewing out around his fingers, coating his hand. He moves his mouth closer to drink it in before it can run down his arm and drip onto the floor. When he leans back to look into her eyes, she can see that his face is slick with a coating of shiny juice. In a husky voice, he tells her to sit on the couch. She moves to the couch and he hovers over her, leaning in with his face close to hers, and kisses her - letting her taste herself on his tongue. Their mouths devour each other as their tongues entwine, sucking and biting and savoring the flavor. While they are lost in their exploration, he pushes her back until she is lying on the couch - his body half covering hers. Her arms find their way around his body and she runs her hands along his sides, across his back, then down to squeeze handfuls of his ass while pulling his hard cock tighter against her. She works his shirt loose from his waist and pulls it up so she can rake her nails across his bare flesh.

He raises up and rolls her over onto her stomach then lifts her hips so she’s face-down on the couch with her ass in the air. He strokes her hips and back as he rubs his naked chest over her butt. He grips her panties with his teeth and pulls them down over her ass, licking and nibbling her skin as he goes. When they have descended to her thighs, he takes the panties in his hands and slowly slides them down the length of her legs, smearing the cum that is drenching them onto her. He lays them to the side and slides his body along her legs once more. He places his hands on her ass and spreads it apart then dives in to lick her entire slit. His tongue swirls around her ass as he pulls her open even more. She pushes back against his tongue and feels him penetrate that tight hole. She squeals at the sensation and can feel more cum bubbling out of her pussy. She moans that she wants his cock and begs him to give it to her. He whispers that his cock wants her too, but it needs to be slick before it will slide into her lovely, tight ass. She turns back over as he quickly undresses. Then he straddles her chest, jutting his cock against her chin. She gives the tip a tiny kiss then opens her mouth and with a sweep of her flared tongue, devours the cum that is pooling from his slit. He pushes it deeper into her hungry mouth and she sucks and licks and savors the feel of his soft skin as her hands knead his thighs and ass. His cock swells even more and she tries to draw it further down her throat . He doesn’t want to give her that sweet cream yet so he rolls off of her and repositions her with her ass in the air. He runs his cock along her crotch, dipping it briefly into her pussy - just enough to tease her, but then slides it along to her burning ass. He presses the tip against it and with a thrust, he penetrate the tight rim. She screams out and throws her head back and adjusts to the fullness she feels. Gently he works his cock deeper and deeper into her cavity, swirling her hips in circles to relax the inner walls. He can feel the tight constriction grip his cock and as he begins to move in and out, she matches his strokes, slamming hard against him, begging him to fuck her harder. He rolls his head back, letting a deep moan escape his lips, caught up in the delightful sensations coursing through his body and she feels him tremble. She hears his sharp intake of breath and knows that he are about to cum. Within moments she feels his cock throb and then his cum, like liquid fire, fills her. She shudders and screams as her ass convulses around his hot rod and the mixture of their fluids oozes out and runs over their bodies.

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Teen sweeties lick wet clits

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Inessa and her friend are trying on Inessa's mom's lingerie and things get a little out of hand. They have always been a little attracted to each other but have never done anything about it but seeing each other in very little turns them on. Things get hot and steamy when they break out the toys and use it on each other's pussy. With the toys and the tongues licking very wet clits, its not wonder these girls get off.

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Movie Gallery From In My Ass

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Tasha like to play rough with the guys. They like to be rough with her lol. They took control of the situation and her ass! She didn't have much of a choice with two full grown men! lol She was a good girl though, did just what we told her to do.

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Mackenzie Kayne - Fun At Work

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I work part time, some nights at an office. I really don’t do much work, I file paperwork, sometimes I have to answer the phone but most of the time I’m just there so that someone is in the office in case something happens. I probably spend most of my time working on my homework. It’s a pretty conservative office so I have to wear a suit, but after everyone goes home I lose the suit jacket and sometimes a lot more. I get so horny being in the offices all alone. I’ll admit, I’ve started bringing one of my dildos, hidden inside my purse. When I’m completely alone, I take it out and put it to work. Tonight, I ended up masturbating on my bosses desk, imagining it was him fucking me. I got so wet and I came so hard! Click here to see the video clips of all the naughty fun I have all alone in the office.

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Barely legal twink suck & fuck

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Sulik and Efim has always been really good friends but as they were talking on this day they both amazingly horny. So one thing lead to another and quicker then hell these 2 guys were sucking each others cock. They even bring out a toy!

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Redhead teen gets her pussy pounded.

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After Izabella's sister's wedding her boyfriend decide to pick her up and take her home. This very pretty tiny tit teen girl had no idea how much it would turn her on thinking about what her sister would be doing that night. Izzy's boyfriend got the benefit of not only getting his cock sucked, but he gets to fuck this very cute redhead girl.

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Pythagoras Was Nowhere In The Picture

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Life as a private tutor is not without its perks.

    Teaching might well be termed the “noble profession,” but at the same time it can set in train some diabolically risky situations. I should knowÂ….I have been a hired educationalist these last three decades and this is but one such early encounter.

    New-Age thinking insists that obstacles and difficulties which befall us during our lives are in reality no more than “opportunities” in disguise. Such might be up for protracted debate admittedly, should a wayward semi carouse through your lounge-room one evening midway through CSI, or a herd of marauding bison trample you underfoot in South Dakota mid vacation. 

    Denise though was infinitely more of a challenge! 

    I was in my mid thirties at the time. Having had it big-time with the State educational boards and being tired of High-School theatrics and the one dimensional power-plays inside most staff rooms, I decided I could do no worse as a private teacher.

    As it happened, it proved to be a great career move. In charge of my own destiny finally, rather than being at the whim of some lame-brained politically incorrect school Principal, I developed a greater pride in my vocation, taking pleasure from helping individual students to understand what the education system appeared unable to pass-on within a class environment.

    My specialty, if you can accurately describe it thus, is remedial work. Parents call me in when their child is having difficulty with mathematics or science – most usually around the sophomore stage but occasionally even in their final year.

    Denise in fact had only nine months left to graduation.

    Her father, a prominent up-state attorney, was from the “nothing short of perfection cuts it in this world” school of thinking. Straight AÂ’s for his children were the lowest acceptable ranking and anything less than the number one class position at year-end was an embarrassment to be endured. Failure was not an option letÂ’s say!

    Denise as it happened sat well inside the top percentile band of math studentsÂ…having done so since sixth grade. She had simply pulled down a B plus in an early year-twelve spot test which had been enough for her father to throw a nervy turn, insisting he call in a home tutor to ‘rectify the problemÂ’ before it was too late. Denise was both demeaned and upset by the suggestion but like everyone else in the family, powerless to argue or reason with this particular control-freak.

    Thus it was, I was ushered late that Friday afternoon into the lofty hallway of the Sanderson manor, a riot of mosaic flooring, scatter rugs and marble statues. Conrad Sanderson himself, splendidly attired in an Armani tuxedo and on his way to some sort of legal-eagle ball downtown so I learned, escorted me up the semi-circular staircase to DeniseÂ’s suite of rooms somewhere along the east wing.

  “Just suss out her problem areas and help her as best you can,” he muttered, knocking on his daughterÂ’s suite.

   Best I describe for you in detail, the young lady who now stood before us.

  ‘Pretty,Â’ does her an injustice. Just seventeen, Denise radiated both a poise and elegance that belied her years. Still attired in her immaculately pressed school uniform, everything about her was ultimately feminine and desirable. From the neat collar and cuffs of her blouse to the hem of her shortish but fully decent skirt, she exuded confidence and dignity. Her quite obviously natural copper-colored hair hung shoulder length, framing a somewhat inquisitive visage whose light blue eyes would have stopped a T-Rex in full flight. Together with smooth cheeks that had surely been sculptured from the finest alabaster on hand, backed-up with generous lips that would be in majorly serious demand in the coming years, here was a package that could not only reduce the average man to an outpouring of nonsensical gibberish but  would be likely damaging more hearts in the short term than a regular intake of a Quarter-Pounder and fries.

   
    I shook her hand upon her fatherÂ’s introduction and noticed that she maintained eye-contact where other girls might have betrayed a hint of embarrassment or insecurity.

    Having been married for well over a decadeÂ…and happily so I may add, let me state for the record that I had never strayed from the fold, not even looked at another girl to be honest. This was but a child technically and yet something about her captivated me on the instant.

   “Well I expect you will want to be getting on with it,” Sanderson barked, obviously impatient to be on his way. “The housekeeper will let you out when you are finished,” he added as a seeming afterthought, before heading off without so much as a backward glance. Denise looked momentarily embarrassed by his curt manner but smiled sweetly at me nevertheless. I followed her into the room.

    Ultra feminine young girls normally have ultra feminine sleeping quarters. It emphasizes their sexual birthright and highlights their orientation. Denise as I said had a small suite of rooms to color her world. Her “ante-chamber” as one might assume it to be, contained classic period furniture that would have set daddy back many a long hour in the Supreme Court. Pretty light green drapes that matched the painted décor, hung at the huge bay window that was wide enough to host a leather-ingrained desk, presently piled up with school-books at one end. Another table, smaller, but with chairs clustered around it, sat against the left wall. Home to a state-of-the-art computer system, it was to this that she led me. I had a momentary glimpse of an expansive bedroom through the far doorway, containing what looked like a four-poster adorned with a coverlet and cushions from the Persian Empire. Denise lived comfortably it appeared!

    Ushering me to a chair she sat down herself, looking at me somewhat expectantly. I touched upon her fatherÂ’s concerns and asked if there were any areas she would like help with?  Unable to nominate any she merely commented.

   “ItÂ’s just the way dad is Mr. Carr. He thinks anything less than total perfection is “failure.” He wants me to go to Law school with a perfect one-hundred percent examination record.” She lowered her pretty head for a moment.

    “I donÂ’t even want to be a lawyer,” she confided. I thought I could see a few embryonic tears and wanted to cuddle her more than anything right then.

   “What is it you would like to do then Denise?” I asked.

    Hastily controlling her emotions she looked up again.

   “Something with childrenÂ…..disadvantaged families,” she replied. “IÂ’d really like to make a difference to a few kidsÂ’ lives. Give something back to people who have had way less fortunate lives than me.”

    It wasnÂ’t so much her words as the sincerity of them that touched me. I knew right then that she was more than just a pretty young girlÂ…she was something else completely. She possessed the unfathomable, something I recognized and sadly...needed.

    Neither of us spoke for a moment.

  “Anyway Mr Carr,” she said smiling once again, “Since youÂ’re here, maybe we should let you earn some of dadÂ’s moneyÂ…right?Â’ She leaned across the desk and retrieved some of her workbooks.

    As it turned out, the session was not without purpose. Whilst she ranked at the fore-front of academic ability, perhaps the smartest young lady I ever had the pleasure of teaching, there were a few areas involving calculus and algorithmic logic that in her case, could benefit from a theoretical make-over. It wasnÂ’t that she had failed to understand anything, merely that she had never been taught correctly.

    By the second month, we had covered every aspect that needed attention. Her work ethic and retention capability quite astounded me but this paled into insignificance when measured against my own escalating obsession.

   I was beginning to think of nothing else but that next Friday night. I desperately needed to be near Denise, to share in some small measure a part of her lifeÂ….however insignificant that might be to her. I would gaze unhindered at her beautiful face as she might work at a problem, those expressive blue eyes of hers when they would flash with youthful pleasure at the point she might resolve an equation.

    It was the week after she turned eighteen that the equilibrium was for ever fractured.

    Pulling into the manorÂ’s driveway at the appointed 8 pm. I was surprised to see Sanderson striding forth angrily from the front porch towards the chauffeured Mercedes. Fully ignoring my presence, he climbed into the limo, barking instructions to the driver who lost no time in circumnavigating the huge fountain before accelerating swiftly back down the driveway up which I had just cruised.

    The puzzle deepened when Denise herself opened the front door to me.

   “Is everything OK?” I asked

   “Sure,” she answered, a large smile creasing her face. “ItÂ’s just daddy – he fired the housekeeper a few moments ago.” She actually broke out into giggles. “Laura had just polished one of the hallway floors and dad slipped on it and spilt coffee all over himself. He was soo mad!” She all but collapsed in mirth at the recalled image it seemed.

   “Well isnÂ’t that rather unreasonable?”  I asked. “She was only doing her job.”

  “ThatÂ’s my dad,” she replied, “But itÂ’s Ok, heÂ’ll calm down and re-hire her next week, heÂ’s done it before.” She added breezily.

    Closing the front door, she led me back to her rooms. That was no hardship I have to be honest. Following a teenage girl up a reasonably steep flight of stairs when she is wearing a figure-hugging white dress that clings to everything it was fundamentally designed to latch on to – is, if one is honest – well, fun!  I wondered whether she even knew that the opaque nature of the garment did little to shield her modesty so far as undergarments were concerned. Now as it happens, I like pastel blue panties as much as the next private tutor and those that were wiggling up those risers not eighteen inches from my gaze, were indeed a source of inspiration.

    You can understand then that my peristaltic rate was unusually high by the time we sat down at the desk. My mind was definitely not on things mathematical. As she worked at the first of a few problems I set for her, my gaze fell, as they had done many times previously I must be honest, upon the upper part of her dress. Adrift to the third button, it was enough letÂ’s say, to display her small but delightful cleavage, not to mention a substantial ribbon of lacy bra. Even chiding myself for such voyeuristic pleasures, I was unable to wrench my gaze from that field of dreams. It was at that second she happened to look up and catch my decadent line of vision.

    I think we blushed equally.

    ItÂ’s funny how one often makes with the dumbest of comments when caught in a personally embarrassing situation. I simply looked at her and muttered. “IÂ’m so sorry DeniseÂ…itÂ’s just that, well I think you are so beautiful.” ItÂ’s hardly a plausible excuse for staring fixedly at a teenage girlÂ’s breasts but certainly it was the truth.

    Instinctively she raised her hand to her chest, which only served to heighten my desire.

   “Do you really think IÂ’m pretty?” she whispered.

    The weeks of unspoken affection could no longer be suppressed. I leaned across and kissed her gently on the cheek. For a moment she said nothing, simply looking at me with what must have been shocked bemusement. The blush lingered however and I could hardly fail to notice that she had made no move to either distance herself from me or to air the least of reprimands. Her body language if anything, suggested a complicity of sorts.

    Once again I inclined my head towards her and discerning still no implied resistance, I kissed her on the lips.

    When a girl wants to be kissed, it is very obvious. When you have been desperate to kiss her for a couple of months or more, the odds are the floodgates will open of their own accord.

    I donÂ’t even recall pulling her on to my lap, all I remember is the softness and sweet taste of her young lips. Holding her to me, I reveled in her warmth and seductive perfume as I continued kissing her passionately. Eventually we broke off, both quite obviously in respiratory distress.

  “I have wanted you to kiss me for ages,” she said, looking up at me with what might have been pleasured victory.

  “No more than my own thoughts on the matter Denise,” I murmured. “I have wanted to do this just about since I met you.”

    I could see clearly down her cleavage those delicately receding curves. She appeared not to mind in the least. Intending to define the rules of the game a little further, I kissed her neck then her collar-bone. The girlÂ’s sharp intake of breath suggested I was moving in a positive direction. Kissing her literally an inch above her right breast brought both a cry of surprise and a definitive wriggle of her hips. It also wrought changes to certain anatomical areas of my ownÂ…none that I was wanting her to notice right that moment you can understand.

    Kissing is downright dangerous if youÂ’re serious about it! Denise was committed to learning, no doubt about it! Unable to prevent my hands from their own little trek of indecency, I suddenly found a wonderfully soft and pliant little breast within the confines of my right palm. ItÂ’s owner looked at me and sighed as I squeezed that oh-so-desirable mound. I think she had in mind to say “NoÂ…donÂ’t” but nothing ever eventuated and thus I not only continued to fondle that which I shouldnÂ’t, but my hand slid itÂ’s illicit way deep inside her bra where tactility ran riot and the sighs multiplied threefold. She raised her own hand to mine – not to remove it but to ensure I think that her breasts might remain cupped and fondled until time ran out.

   “IÂ’ve never had a boyfriend,” she whispered to me between breaths…“Dad refuses to let me have one.” I wasnÂ’t sure right that moment whether I viewed that as an act of cruelty or one of gratuitous sexual opportunity. Either way I had a wife at home and doing what I was with an inexperienced and majorly vulnerable young lady was, if not downright reprehensible, way left field of responsible! ItÂ’s definitely not what I signed-on for with the Parish Priest. The deductive process however is stymied when one is on the road to inflamed passion in a teenage girlÂ’s bedroom suite, the senses intoxicated by a heady mix of girlish scents and the seductive delights of a partially exposed bosom.

   There was also the inescapable fact that in some way I needed this girl. Needed her closeness, her intrinsic inner beauty and her intellect...if that makes any sense?

   With an arm around her shoulders holding her to me, I had just the one hand free for other things - not that this was any great hardship. Turning my attentions to DeniseÂ’s other breast, I had both pretty much three-quarters out of their bra cups with now just a hint of nipple either side. I decided to push the boundaries yet further and began to undo another button. Oddly, Denise just sat there looking downwards as her dress gaped yet wider, revealing in all its provocative glory that sexy little nylon restraint. Cupping her breasts with both hands brought forth a formative moan from that half-open if not delicate mouth. It was definitely time to kiss those lips a little more.

    Risking a full scale rebellion, I gradually lowered my mouth to the girlÂ’s fully exposed cleavage. A sharp intake of breath heralded my initial contact. The smell of her breasts in such close proximity I have to say, was addling my thought processes. I wanted her more than any female I was ever privy to be with. For her part, even as I began kissing her breasts along their upper perimeter, she closed her eyes and leaned back against my shoulder breathing hard, to compensate I imagine for her increased pulse-rate.

    Very gently, I eased both breasts clear of their padded crèche. A more beautiful and desirable sight I had never seen. Lowering my mouth further, I drew down upon her right nipple which caused her to shudder with unforced pleasure. Latching on to that wondrously hot little teat I suckled her then, taking such pleasure myself as I am incapable of describing accurately. Making the cutest of little sounds, she opened her pretty eyes and the expression there-in was one of pleading expectation. I began to draw down now on her other breast – dead center.

    I donÂ’t even know if she was aware that she was arching her back in an instinctive attempt to thrust her young breasts out more prominently. I canÂ’t say I was actually dwelling on this possibility. All I knew is that I wanted to suck those eighteen-year old nipples until either the Police showed up or her Father took me out with an AK47.

    What man would be satisfied with his achievements thus far? What man could be??

    Even as I continued tenderly suckling the girl, my right hand re-located itself low down on her thigh, just above the knee. I began caressing the soft skin through her dress which at this juncture was fulfilling its purpose by maintaining an impressive level of modesty.

    Gradually my hand slipped lower although I took care to maintain a caressing action rather than anything more intrusive. Just a few inches below her knee I reached the hem of her dress. The skin there at the back of her legs was like hot silk. Deliberately I stopped kissing her momentarily as I wanted to gauge her reaction to this latest line of offense. She certainly was interested in my modus operendi, to judge by her yelp of surprise as my hand slipped beneath her dress, commencing its imperceptible ascent north. She permitted all troop movements up until mid thigh level where the heat was approaching that of a tropical rain-forest. Despite having instinctively spread her legs meanwhile, she placed her hand atop mine, shaking her head slowly and murmuring “No, pleaseÂ…no further.”

    Now think about it logically. A teenage girl sits on your knee willingly, her cleavage not ten inches from your face. She encourages you to kiss her, responds in kind, having no objection when you begin fondling her breasts. She permits you to not only put your hand down her top but to undo the buttons of her dress and gaze at her bra, before exposing her breasts totally in order that you may suck them stupid. She then lets you caress her leg and knees before slipping your hand up her dress and feeling her up as far as mid thigh.

    Then she calls a halt to proceedings under the rights of the citizen act?  I donÂ’t think so!

    What she is saying of course is “IÂ’m scared!”

    Holding her hands, I just looked into those deep blue pools of hers. “YouÂ’re safe with me sweetie,” I told her. “I know youÂ’ve never done anything like this and youÂ’re desperate to know what itÂ’s like, right?  I understand itÂ’s a huge step for you Denise but itÂ’s one you have to decide to take – I canÂ’t do it for you.” She was studying me now closer than ever.

    “For what itÂ’s worth sweetheart, I want you more than anything else – not just for the sake of sex but because thereÂ’s something about you I just frankly have fallen in love with these last two months. I know have no right to expect anything from you, I shouldnÂ’t even be doing this at all. I am being completely unfair to my wifeÂ…to my own conscience even. ItÂ’s just something I never thought I would do. Having said all that though, it changes little. YouÂ’re still sitting on my knee and I can think of nothing else but making love to you.”  It looked to me like there were the beginnings of a few tears in her eyes.

   “That wasnÂ’t my intention either sweetheart – to upset you I mean.” I added somewhat meekly. If you want this to stop right now – tell me, I will respect and understand your decision totally.”

    I might have expected one of several responses but certainly not that which I received.

    Giving me a gentle but rather loving kiss, she slid off my lap then turning slightly, took my hand in hers. Leading me through the doorway to the left of the table at which we had been seated, she ushered me into the main bedroom. Her feminine influence was everywhere from the pinks and pastels to the half a dozen stuffed animals on her pillows. It was a beautiful girlÂ’s room for the most beautiful girl.

    Relinquishing my hand, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Words were not necessary!

    Seating myself alongside, I kissed her once more. Whether she lay back of her own accord or I instigated proceedings I really cannot recall, but moments later we were both lying full-length on the coverlet, Denise on her back, me on my side facing her. At no stage had she buttoned up and thus her pert young breasts still lay open to my gaze, fully adrift from her gaping top. Provocatively displayed as she was, my immediate interest lay within certain latitudes south of the equator. Maintaining eye contact with her, I slipped my left hand beneath the hem of her dress as before, having determined a fixed route to the north this time.

    Once more a soft cry of shocked surprise issued from the girlÂ’s lips as her dress was eased high enough to display the first glimpse of her light pink panties – cute and frilly much like their white counterpart in the northern climes. Instinctively trying to cover them with her hands – a gesture I found extremely arousing – I had simply to grasp her arms and return them to her side. Understandably nervous in the extreme, she nevertheless showed what I considered great determination in allowing me to continue my progressive abuse of her young body.

    The first of many audible gasps accompanied my total exposure of those rather skimpy briefs. For a few seconds I could but stare at such total perfection. That wonderfully flat girlish stomach giving way to pronounced flared hips that were highlighted so delightfully by those sexy little knickers. The prominence of her as yet hidden vulva concealed as it was by that colored rayon fabric – those sexy curves descending tantalizingly between her legs. I was just able to make-out a darkish area beneath, that could only be pubic hairÂ…curls actually, to judge by the two or three stragglers I could see peeking out rather suggestively.

    Only three inches from her panties now, I worked my hand more towards the inside of her leg which not only made her wriggle slightly but caused her to part her knees sufficient that the front of her panties was now quite visible. It wasnÂ’t something one could really overlook. Wishing to tease her no longer I allowed myself the luxury of actually brushing up against the soft material with the side of my hand. She reacted as is scalded, apologizing immediately. “IÂ’m sorry, IÂ’m just not used to any of this itÂ’s all so new to me.”

   Might have been “new” to her but to me it was heaven on earth! Opting for the more direct approach now, I laid my hand across the front of those searingly hot panties of hers and with my index finger began indenting the front of them the whole way down between her legs. I could feel the heat emanating from that virginal crevice right through the soft material.

    Unable to prevent herself arching upwards slightly and despite the obvious embarrassment of her predicament, more than one soft moan was now audible. I began to caress the flatlands, smoothing my way across her lithe tummy before returning to center stage to rub and apply pressure to her entire vaginal area.

   Once she was comfortable with this latest development (and what it was doing to me anatomically is best left unspoken) I leaned forward and kissed her slightly below the belly button. Again a little cry of shock as I continued to kiss her, locked-on to a southerly trajectory as I was, planting one final smooch dead center of her panties. That brought on a couple of “Ohhs” with some accompanying hip wriggles.

    It was really time to divest her of her outer-wear although I must say, sprawled on her back like that, her dress pushed up to her hips, legs slightly apart with both her panties and breasts fully exposed, did have its visual benefits!

   “May I take your dress off sweetie?” I whispered.

    She looked at me for a moment, unsure exactly of what this might be committing her to in the short term. Sitting up then, she reached behind her back and unzipped herself. Easing her on to her tummy achieved two goals. Firstly, the ability to pull the dress off and following that, the relatively simple task remained of extricating her bra also. I was faced then with what – up to that moment at least – was the sexiest image I had ever encountered.

   Just three days into her eighteenth year and being a rather small girl – five-two at the most, she looked, lying there face down on the coverlet in just her panties, like a highly vulnerable fourteen or fifteen-year old girl sleeping. It was an scenario I found highly conducive to my on-going arousal.

    Unable to pass-up the opportunity, I gave her a gentle spank on that curvy little bottom. She gave a cry of probably genuine shock and turned to look at me.

   “Why did you do that?Â’ she giggled

   “Because sweetheart,” I replied, “you have the sexiest little bottom it has ever been my pleasure to encounter. Allow me to give you one more!”

    I have this theory that most girls find being spanked highly arousing. Never met one yet didnÂ’t like it. In any event Denise just turned her head back to the coverlet and if I didnÂ’t know better, wriggled that sexy little rear-end of hers just enough to register her thoughts on the matter.

   The follow-up was a doozie. Denise yelped as my hand impacted across both cheeks causing them to ripple momentarily. Reaching behind her she covered her bottom with both hands. “No more,” she frowned, “that really hurt!”

    For fear of overstaying my welcome, I apologized and retracted my hand. Call me perverted, but if you have never had the privilege of spanking a teenage girl at some juncture, then your life must by necessity be that much poorer for the loss.

    Kneeling alongside her hips I figured the best course of action right that moment might be Knight to QueenÂ’s Bishop 3. My eyes still glued to her pert little bottom I slipped a hand up between her legs and applied some digital pressure to the precise spot on her panties where I knew her vaginal lips must be concealed. The effect was immediate. Quite forgetting about her ill-treated rear-end, she gasped in surprise and closed up her legs – a fully automated defense move.

    One can always find a counter-move in any given situation.

    In this case, taking a hold of the waistband of her panties and pulling them two thirds down her bottom seemed to me very appropriate. Whether youÂ’d call it a gasp or a squeal IÂ’m not sure, but certainly she had her hands behind her in an attempt to salvage some modesty, before you could say “how rude!”

    Completely over-awed by the sight of her partially exposed rear crevice and incredibly smooth cheeks, reddish as one side was, I did what any aroused male would have done. I leaned forward and kissed her bottom softly.

    “DonÂ’t pull my panties downÂ…please” she whimpered, whilst making no further effort to tug them back up though I noted.

    By the fourth kiss - slightly higher, at the very base of her spine in fact, she was wriggling herself stupid. Despite her protestations, I managed to peel her panties off altogether, yielding finally that which I had imagined, but in my wildest dreams could never have hoped to see – Denise undressed and at my procreative mercy. To say that she was beautiful in her nakedness is to laughably understate the situation. She was every manÂ’s greatest desire!

    Slowly I turned her over, allowing her to cover her pussy with both hands as I did so. It left more than enough to admire, believe me. Her expression was one of complete trepidation yet innocent expectancy, discomfort yet seductive encouragement.

   “Would you let me see you sweetheart?” I asked softly, glancing down at her hands.

    Shyly but bravely she slowly brought her hands apart. I think I gulped! I know I was close to being rendered catatonic.

    To be afforded the privilege of gazing at that which a teenage girl has never let anyone see before is almost a humbling experience. Those incredibly sculptured downward curves of her clearly moist vaginal lips, hemmed in on all sides by that triangle of protective but equally provocative little brown curlsÂ…that my friends, is something you can never buy on eBay.

    Already besotted with her, I was overcome now by feelings of passionate need and protective intent. Other facets to my life had ceased to have meaning. With no game plan whatsoever I pulled her on top of me and kissed her with an intensity I never knew I possessed. She responded eagerly and I was a boy again.

    With her breasts crushed up against my shirt I was vaguely aware of holding her around her bottom whilst her legs draped either side of my own. Occasionally she would arch her back upwards, so that her pretty dark brown hair would cascade in my face while she regarded me fixedly between kisses. I think she knew also the extent to which her naked breasts were driving me crazy in that position. In the space of two minutes we had reversed roles. It was she was now the teacher and me the committed student.

    IÂ’m not sure if she was aware I had unzipped my pants, though logic would suggest she would have to be. I do know that she made no attempt of any sort either physical or verbal, to dissuade me from my course and even as I fumbled beneath her abdomen, extricating my swollen and desperately needful erection, she was still permitting me to kiss her passionately.

    At that angle, and especially given that the girlÂ’s legs were substantially apart as she straddled me, locating her vaginal ingress proved something less than a major feat of engineering. Penetration however was not without its initial glitch.

    Most eighteen-year old girls, even if they are still technically virgins, have generally loosened up the general area courtesy of their own or their boyfriendÂ’s fingers during certain moments of self-gratification shall we say?. The hymen you may assume has frequently lost a degree of elasticity at least.

   Denise however must have been a very good girl, for despite her obvious willingness if not desire to part with her virginity that day, its accomplishment was not without considerable application on her part.

   “No, I really want you to do it to me,” she pleaded, when I offered to withdraw from the playing field as it was obviously hurting her a lot.

    Eventually we worked our way through the minefield – mainly by way of her controlling depth and pressure with her own hips and I was able to sink deeply inside that ragingly hot cavern for the first time.

   I can still see her lips open in silent pleasure as I began to thrust up into her. She minded neither my  hands as they caressed her bottom from hip to thigh nor my face as it nuzzled her breasts atop me. All she seemed to care about was what I was doing to her with that swollen rod I had inside her. I did a lot tooÂ…even if I do say so myself!

   There is probably nothing more sexually encouraging than a pretty and majorly innocent young girl pleading with you to “fuck her” when you are doing just that. Not words I can ever imagine Denise having used in her short life, she appeared suddenly to have an expanded vocabulary on site.

    Fuck her I did though and in every conventional position. An attentive student to the end, she showed great aptitude for her chosen subject. By the time we had run the gauntlet of:  missionary, all-fours center quilt and draped half-off the end of the bed with her hands on the carpet, itÂ’s line-ball who was the most seriously skinned. Eventually we just curled up in that bed and slept for a while.

     I was so in love with this girl I could think of nothing but holding and nuzzling her. For a while I just lay there watching her sleep and caressing her hair. I had no idea what the following day might bring, let alone the rest of my life.

    At the point Conrad Sanderson knocked at his daughterÂ’s door two hours later, calling out “Denise, would you come out here NOW please?” I had a lot on my mind!

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Teen Girl Fucks Old Man

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Alisa never knew that when she volunteered to help out her dad's sick friend that he was really an old pervert and wanted more then his kitchen straightened up. While she worked he sat at his lap top watching porn and getting hornier until he finally invited her over. Using the porn and sweet words he soon had his cock in her eager little mouth and then in her tight little pussy. And when this old dude shoots his load it is all over the face of this barely legal girl.

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The Crack Slut - II

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The next day Laura was again needing some crack. Her boyfriend had called that morning to let her know he was tied up in Chicago and wouldn’t be home for several more days. She had told him to get home as soon as he possibly could as she needed more groceries. She had not yet admitted her habit to her boyfriend because she was afraid she would lose him if he found out. She didn’t know how much longer she could fool him though. After he hung up she called her dealer to get some crack. “You know what the deal is, don’t you?” asked the dealer.

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“Sure I do” replied Laura. “How many do I have to do today?

“Oh just three brothers and a sister” replied the dealer.
“I better get more than two rocks today” retorted Laura.

“If you make these brothers and the sister happy you’ll have enough crack to keep even you happy for a while” promised the dealer.

Laura showed up on time dressed in a long dress and high heels. She also decided to wear panties and a bra. As she entered the dealer’s living room she saw three naked black men and a gorgeous naked black chick. The guys were all well hung but not quite as big as the ones she had had the day before. As she entered one of the black guys came over, stopped her and looked her over. “Hey dealer, is the USDA grade AAA you promised?”

“Sure is, take a look” replied the dealer.

The black guy lifted Laura’s skirt and felt her legs. He ran his hand up and over both titties. “Ain’t much meat” he complained.

“She knows what to do with it. This bitch can fuck your brains out” promised the dealer.

“I want to see the rest of her” said the black girl as she came over and removed Laura’s dress. Carl unsnapped her bra so it fell to the floor. The black girl leaned over and took Laura’s tit into her mouth. She bit it which made Laura squeel. Then the black girl named Suzy started sucking her tits as the black guy put his hands inside her panties and started playing with her cunt. The other two black guys came over and Laura was laid down on the carpet. She felt fingers probing her cunt and asshole while others were busy squeezing and kneading her titties. The black girl squatted down over Laura’s face. Lauar reached up and greedily started eating her pussy. She loved to eat pussy and even though this would be her first black pussy she was eager to get started. She just hoped someone would eat her pussy today before they fucked her. Sensing her desire one of the black guys started to do just that. He ran his tongue up and down the crack of her pussy several times as Laura began doing the same thing to the black girl. Sam the black guy eating her pussy had his tongue all the way inside Laura flicking the interior walls of her uterus. He was driving her wild. Just as Laura came Sam traded ends and drove his big black cock into Laura’s pussy. He rolled her over on her side and the a second black man attacked her from behind. About then she felt a dick being forced into her mouth. The girl stayed where she was so Laura found herself being fucked in the pussy and ass while she was giving a third black man a blow job and occassionally licking the black girls cunt.

To say she had been well fucked would have been putting it mildly because for one of the few times in her life Laura didn’t feel the need to find a dick to satisfy the itch between her legs. She also had $300 worth of crack which should keep her until her boyfriend got home if she was careful.

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Water Supply

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Harry looked around to see if anyone was looking, and said out loud to himself, “Good, the coast is clear,” and then quickly from under his coat he produced a half liter bottle filled with a colorless that appeared to be water, but in reality was a powerful sexual stimulant!!! What Harry did next, was to lift the cover on the water filtration plant’s inlet injector, and dump the entire contents of the bottle inside!!! He watched for a few seconds, replaced the cover, and calmly went back to his job of quality control foreman at the Smallville water plant!!! He figured that it would take about twenty four hours for the town to be saturated with his aphrodisiac, he could hardly wait!!!

The next day, Harry sat down in the cafeteria, and watched with interest as his fellow employees ate their lunches. He noticed that at least two or three women had taken water from faucet over the sink. “Jesus,” he said to himself, “Marilyn just took a drink of water!!!” The reason for his excitement was that Marilyn was a “stone fox”, big tits, long blonde hair, perfect teeth, perfect
legs, etc, well you get the picture! If his theory was true, he was almost certain that with just a little encouragement she would fuck just about anyone! After everyone had gone back to work, Harry went to the pay phone in the cafeteria and dialed Marilyn’s work number. “Smallville water plant,” she answered, “may I help you?” Trying to disguise his voice in the event this didn’t work out, Harry whispered hoarsely, “If you wanna get fucked, go to the old store room on the second floor and take off you clothes, I’ll be there in ten minutes!!!” Not waiting for her answer, Harry hung up the phone and made a beeline for the store room, hoping against all hope that she would come running! He ducked into an vacant office just down the hall from the store room and waited. “He waited about ten minutes, and was just about to give up when all of a sudden there she was, striding forcefully towards the store room!!! She opened the door and disappeared inside, which left Harry with a dilemma, what if she was setting a trap for him! “Jesus, she was beautiful,” he thought, “it’s worth the risk, and anyway, I can always deny it!!!”

Harry gave one more look around to make sure no one had followed her, and then quickly made his way to the store room door. After taking a deep breath, he turned the knob, pushed the door open, and went inside! “Sweet jesus in heaven,” he blurted out, there on an old file cabinet was Marilyn Combs, with her pants and panties off and her legs spread wide, an open invitation to fuck her!!! “Come on, Harry,” she pleaded, “my pussy is absolutely on fire, fuck me hard and fast!!! Harry practically tore open the front of his pants, and then proceeded to give Marilyn the fucking of her life!!! He pounded away on her cunt until she had at least three pussy smashing orgasms, which only left her begging for more!!! When he couldn’t take it anymore, Harry zipped up and said, “Okay, baby, you want more, go get Annie, bring her back here and have her eat your pussy!!!” Marilyn nodded, got dressed, and took off looking for Annie! Harry chuckled to himself thinking, “I hope for her sake Annie drank some of the water!!!”

Harry again took up residence in the vacant office, and waited to see if Marilyn and Annie would show up. Again, much to Harry’s delight, the two woman walked past the office and down to the store room! Harry gave them a few minutes to get started, and when he finally slipped inside, he was shocked to see that both women had stripped completely naked, and Annie was between Marilyn’s legs and tonguing her wide open pussy!!! While Marilyn was voluptuous, Annie was small and lean, with small pointed tits with constantly erect nipples! Sliding up behind her, Harry reached around and under Annie and began twisting her nubs and grinding his groin against her ass! She pushed her butt back against him, so he leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Does Annie need a good fucking from the rear!?!” Pulling her mouth off of Marilyn’s cunt just long enough to plead, “Please, plow my pussy with your pecker!!!” Harry laughed and evil laugh and asked Marilyn, “Do you think I should fuck this little bitch or not!?!” “Oh yes, fuck her,” Marilyn cooed, “she’s doing and wonderful job on my pussy, keep the little slut happy!!!”

Harry couldn’t believe how hot and slick Annie’s cunt was!!! She had and orgasm before his cock had even made its first stroke!!! Harry rammed his meat in and out of the tight little pussy, and as was the case with Marilyn, she had three or four climaxes, and acted as if she could have use ten more!!! Harry had to get back to his work station, so he zipped up and left the two girls with their mouths attached to each others pussy in a wild 69 scene!

Back at his desk, Harry picked up the phone and dialed the home of his preacher. After three rings, a woman picked up the phone and answered, “Pastor Winslow’s residence, Betty Winslow speaking!” Harry lowered his voice so no one could hear him, and he whispered into the receiver,
“masturbate for me bitch, and tell me what you’re doing!!!” Ready to slam down the phone if he had too, Harry listened intently for any response, and the first words he heard were, “My cunt’s so fucking hot, I need to cum so badly!!!” “I’m taking off my panties, and running my fingers into my slit,” she said in a strained voice! “You’re the minister’s wife aren’t you,” asked Harry?
“Yes,” she panted into the phone!!! “Does your husband fuck you very often,” Harry pressed on!?! “Almost every night,” was her reply, “my husband’s a good fuck!!!” “Do you suck him off,” Harry asked excitedly!?! “Oh, god yes,” she stammered, “I suck him off at least two or three times a week!!!” “Betty,” he continued, “have you ever sucked another girl!?!” “Oh yes,my husband and I suck one of the alter girls, she’s only eighteen and has a very pretty pussy,” she replied!!! “Does she suck you, too,” Harry asked!?! “Mmmmmm, yes, she’s a born cunt and cock sucker, she can’t get enough of it!!!” What about young boys,” Harry went on, “do you ever suck any of them off!?!” “Yes,” came her clenched teeth answer, “we have a nineteen year old boy we both love to suck off!!!” Does the reverend suck him too,” Harry asked!?! Oh, yes,” she moaned, “my husband loves to have a strong young cock shoot into his mouth!!!” Harry couldn’t believe it, but his pecker was hard as a rock from just listening to the prim and proper minister’s wife regale him with stories of her private sex life while masturbating like a cheap slut drunk from cheaper wine!!! “Okay,” Harry ordered her, “be a good little cunt and cum for daddy, all right!?!” “Yessss,” she gasped, “I-I-I’m cumming so fucking hard!!!” Harry sat quietly and listened while Betty Winslow fingered her now dripping cunt to orgasm!!! Before he hung up he said to her, “Betty, I want you to go outside, and masturbate for the first man that walks past your house, understand!?!” “Oh, yes, I need to do it for another man!!!” Harry calmly hung up his phone and then went back to work like nothing was wrong!!!

On his way home, he turned on the car radio and laughed out loud when the news came on detailing stories of debauchery all over Smallville!!! Just then, he looked into the rear view mirror and saw the flashing light of a police car. “Shit,” he said out loud as he pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the officer to approach his vehicle. He rolled down his window, and much to his surprise, a female officer stood by his door and said, “You were doing forty five in a thirty mile and hour zone.” Harry gave he the once over and decided to chance it, and said,
“Officer, have you masturbated yet today!?!”

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This is a story that had all of us shaking our heads. This guy owns a diner where all the local kids come for their dates and to relax after classes. He hired this cute teen girl over a year agao and has been wanting to have sex with her the entire time. Shortly after she had her 18th birthday the 2 of them hooked up and fucked at his house and he told one of our photographers about it. We talked to them and they both agreed to do it one more time for our cameras and for a nice check. This girl definitely enjoys his cock and we were all surprised by just how enthusiastic she was yummying down on this old guys bone.

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Short Break in London

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Tags:  Exhibitionism Our visit to London to see a show started with Karen putting on her own show. Our Short Break in London

My wife Karen and I planned a short break in London to take in a show
not so long back. It ended up with Karen putting on a little bit of a
show herself. She loves to show off and I love to watch her doing so.
Something we discovered whilst on holiday after being interrupted by a
hotel maid who ended up joining us on our bed.

Anyway, we booked into our hotel and when we got to our room on the 4th
floor we noticed that it overlooked a quayside on the River Thames. We
also noticed that they were putting up a new building opposite on the
quayside that was just to the left of our window. The window itself was
large and could give any one of the workers on this new building a
clear view into our room. My immediate instinct was to close the
curtains, at least a little, but Karen stopped me and said, “Leave
them. I wonder how long it would take them to notice if I stripped
naked in front of the window.” Like I said before, she loves to expose
herself and I love to watch her so I immediately agreed and pulled the
curtains fully open again. We were on the 4th floor so no one but the
builders opposite would be able to witness Karen putting on her own
private show.

I opened a bottle of wine that we’d brought with us and handed Karen a
glass. Although it wasn’t dark yet, I turned on the lights to ensure a
clear view into the room. I took my own glass of wine and sat back in a
position where I could see past Karen to the building opposite. I could
then watch Karen and see how long it took for her to gain an audience.

Karen was still wearing the jeans, button up white top and training
shoes she’d travelled in. Even though, she still managed to look hot
and horny as she stood in the window sipping from her wine glass and
slowly unbuttoning her top. After undoing the last button and pulling
her top free of her jeans, she placed one hand high on the window,
allowing her top to fall open, exposing her white sheer bra. Watching
her reflection in the glass I could see that her nipples were plainly
visible through the material. She stood like this for a couple of
minutes before one of the builders opposite noticed. He stared across
at her for a while, probably not believing his eyes, before waving
across one of his colleagues. As they both stood and watched Karen, she
turned to face me and slowly reached behind, running both hands
seductively over her buttocks as she let her top fall free from her
shoulders. She then bent forward from the waist to pick up her top.
Placing her feet apart, she stayed in this position for a short time to
give them the full effect of seeing her bent over in her tight jeans.
Standing up again she threw her top on the bed and turned back towards
her audience, which had now grown to four. Her bra was next to be taken
off as she reached behind and unclipped it. I could see her face
reflected in the glass as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. It
was obvious that this was already having an effect on her. She let her
bra slip forward from her gorgeous soft breasts, exposing them to her
appreciative spectators opposite, which had now grown to nine. I could
tell that Karen was feeling very horny now as she stepped towards the
window and pressed her exposed tits against the cold glass letting her
assembled viewers know that this was no accident. She wanted them to
know that she wanted them to see her. From the reaction amongst the men
gathered I could tell that this was very much appreciated as they
watched her bra sliding down her arms, finally settling on the floor.
She was totally naked from the waist up and her audience now numbered
eleven.

Stepping back from the glass and turning towards me, Karen looked
ecstatic as she took her tits in her hands and told me that this was
making her feel so hot. I must admit she certainly looked like she was
having fun. My cock was now straining at my jeans as I observed my wife
taking her clothes off for this group of men watching from across the
road. Things were about to get hotter as she unbuttoned the top of her
jeans and turned back towards her audience. There were still only
eleven so I guess that must have been all of them as they watched Karen
slide one hand into the top of her jeans whilst the other pulled and
pinched at her nipples. She was really lost in the moment as her hips
swayed like she was dancing. Her jeans were sliding over her hips and
down past her thighs to bunch up at her feet. She had already kicked
her training shoes off so she easily stepped out of her jeans leaving
her dressed only in a pair of sheer panties that matched her now
discarded bra. The thin, transparent material did nothing to hide her
hairless pussy and I only hoped the guys opposite could see her well
enough to appreciate the view. Especially the one that she was now
giving as she turned her backside towards them and bent from the waist
again with her feet wide apart. Holding this position she ran her hands
up the inside of her thighs teasing herself. She then moved them up and
around her buttocks before reaching behind to tease her pussy with one
finger, gently sliding it back and forward over the thin, translucent
covering of her panties. I could see the guys opposite getting a little
worked up over this blatant show of my wife’s sex. It was now obvious
they had a good view of her performance as she slipped her fingers
under the material to insert a finger into her pussy.

Whilst finger fucking herself she used her other hand to pull her
panties down over her gorgeous backside giving the builders opposite a
clear view of her finger working in and out of her pussy. Her legs were
still spread apart and her panties only got as far as her knees where
she left them. This in itself was such a horny sight. My wife bent over
at the waist with her knickers stretched at her parted knees, her hands
reaching behind her, pulling her pussy lips apart and exposing herself
so completely for the enjoyment of her now excited spectators opposite.


She had promised to strip naked though and she hadn’t forgot as she
stepped her feet together and allowed her panties to fall to the floor
before standing up and turning around to face her audience. They were
loving it and so was she as she blew then all a kiss. So was I for that
matter. My cock was now in my hand as I slowly stroked it back and
forward as I wondered what Karen was going to do next now that she was
naked. She was so turned on now and I didn’t have to wait long to find
out.

Placing a chair in the window, she sat down facing her audience with her
legs spread wide apart. She was now going to masturbate openly for
their entertainment. And mine. Her hands moved towards her naked
breasts as she began to squeeze and pull at them. Fingers teasing and
pinching at the nipples as she worked herself up to a state of ecstasy.
One hand now worked it’s way down over her stomach to her open legs.
The fingers searching out her clitoris, rubbing slowly at first and
picking up pace as her hips bucked upwards in expectation. She moved
her other hand down to join the first and both went between her legs
pulling her pussy lips apart for all to see. She was leaning right back
in the chair now with her hips thrust upwards, legs wide apart and her
pussy lips held wide open. This caused an instant reaction of
admiration from the guys opposite for my wife’s unashamed show of
blatant exhibitionism. Karen thoroughly loved the attention and it was
plain that she now needed more than just her fingers. It was a sight
I’ve seen several times since we discovered how turned on she gets by
showing herself off. I was enjoying the show too much to let it be over
yet and by the reaction of what I was seeing from the lads opposite, so
were they.

It was then that I spotted the wine bottle and knew it would do for now.
Emptying the remains into our glasses I handed the bottle to Karen who
looked a little surprised to start with but caught on very quickly.
With her legs still wide open towards her spectators she first placed
the bottle to her mouth and started to suck on it like it was a cock.
One hand was still working between her legs as she noticed my cock
standing proud of my zipper. She told me not to sit down and stay with
her. I made sure I didn’t get between her and the window as I wouldn’t
want to restrict the view that she was giving her audience. The wine
bottle had now gone down between her open legs and was positioned just
at the opening of her lust-swollen labia. Again, I just hoped that the
work crew opposite had a good view of the neck of the wine bottle
slowly entering my wife’s pussy as she started to fuck herself with it.
It was a good substitute for her fingers as she was really starting to
get off with this. Her hips thrust against the bottle as she moaned
loudly that she was coming. Both hands were on the bottle, pushing it
in and pulling it out like an artificial cock, driving her to a very
audible orgasm. She was up on her toes with her legs splayed wide apart
as she lay back as far as she could on the chair. The makeshift dildo
pushed hard into her sopping wet pussy, her hips thrust upwards in
ecstasy as she reached what looked like an earth shattering climax.

She wasn’t finished showing off yet though. Once she came down from her
orgasm, she placed the wine bottle at her feet and with her legs still
splayed wide so that the builders opposite could still look at her open
pussy, she reached over to me and wrapped her hand around my cock,
pulling me towards her open mouth. This again got a spontaneous
reaction of approval from the watching builders. I watched her
reflection in the glass as my cock slipped past her lips and deep into
her warm wet mouth. Watching her reflection in the glass as her lips
slid back and forth along my length and her legs spread wide, exposing
her open pussy was more than I could stand. I was very soon at the
point of no return and Karen sensed this. She pulled my cock out of her
mouth and continued to do the job with her hand. It didn’t take long
before I shot my load all over her breasts and stomach. I couldn’t see
the audience across the way as by now it had darkened outside. All I
could see was our reflection in the window as Karen squeezed the last
of my cum from me, letting it drop onto her nipple. Her other hand
rubbing it all into her tits and stomach.

When we gathered ourselves together, Karen stood up in the window and
gave a little bow. I closed the curtains and then Karen headed for the
shower.

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This trio of barely legal cuties has always fantasized about what it would be like to have a lesbian three way. One of the girls; Masha has already experimented with other girls so when she is invited to Oksana's house to celebrate the holidays she brings a bottle of champagne and a strap-on. Both get broken out early in the festivities as all three girls manage to get each other off.

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Uniform Desire - Redhead Secretary

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Redhead Secretary Playing With A Dildo

You know, I don't think I'll ever get tired of horny secretaries. With my day job, I'm always meeting new secretaries. You wouldn't believe how many of them are really just horny sluts like this redhead. At first glance they may look boring, dressed conservatively but while I was waiting for my meeting to start, this naughty secretary flashed me her stockings. And I'll definitely never get tired of photographing them. Underneath their clothes is almost always erotic lingerie. Hillary was no exception. She wasn't wearing a bra but she was wearing a tiny black thong and sheer black stockings. These secretaries are always wanting to put on a show. Hillary showed me all over petite body, before taking out her rubber dildo. She attached it to the desk and proceeded to slide into her dripping wet pussy. It definitely wasn't the first time when she had been all alone in the office and played with her dildo.

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Watching From The Hall

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My boyfriend Patrick and I had been dating around a year when he asked me to move in with him. I was excited; I looked at it as a first step towards marriage. But as soon as my stuff arrived in our apartment, Patrick began acting differently. He started staying late at work, started having more and more out of town business meetings. We started fighting as well, not just polite disagreements, but yelling and screaming fights. Things just weren’t going that well.

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I shouldn’t have been surprised then when I caught him fucking another girl. I just didn’t expect it to be my best friend Jane.

It happened one day when I came home early from work. I opened the door to the apartment and heard loud moans coming from our bedroom. I was confused, not exactly sure what was going on. I walked into the living room, entranced by the high-pitched groans of ecstasy that filled the apartment.

Leaving the living room, I entered the narrow hallway that ran back to the bathroom and the bedroom I shared with Patrick. Lying on the green carpet was a pair of red panties. They weren’t mine. I reached down and picked them up; they were damp to the touch.

The door to the bedroom was slightly open, and I snuck up to peek in. There, naked on my bed was my best friend Jane. My boyfriend was with her. He was naked, and his head was buried between her legs. She was writhing back and forth on the bed, massaging her own breasts.

I was stunned, in complete shock. I was furious, both at Patrick and Jane. But I couldn’t turn away. I couldn’t stop watching.

Jane was my best friend. I’d known her from high school, where we’d both been cheerleaders together. She was a short brunette with small boobs. I think she’d always been jealous of me, because my breasts were larger and I always got more attention from the boys than she did. I never thought she’d go so low to fuck my boyfriend. And Patrick, who loves to tit-fuck me, I thought would never go for someone with a flat chest like Jane.

But what I found most surprising was how Patrick was licking and sucking on Jane’s twat. I always had to beg Jane to go down on me, and here he was licking my so-called friend’s pussy eagerly. The bastard!

Jane was thrashing on the bed in pleasure as Patrick slurped at her slit. The musky scent of her pussy juice filled the room and breathing her smell in and watching the two of them in front of me was hypnotic. Against all instincts, I found myself getting turned on. I felt that familiar twinge between my legs as I moistened. Realizing I was still holding Jane’s sex-soaked panties, I held them up to my face. Her smell was everywhere and I tentative stuck my tongue out, tasting her dampness. My other hand snuck down my pants and underneath my underwear to massage my clit. I imagined that I was licking Jane as I watched my boyfriend eat her out.

Jane stopped playing with her nipples, grabbed the backs of her knees and lifted her legs up to her chest to give Patrick better access to her dripping pussy. It was shaven and slick with the mix of his saliva and her wetness. Then she reached down, pulling her asscheeks apart.

I stood there in stunned silence as Patrick kissed down my friend’s cunt to focus his tongue on her asshole. He was rimming her, lapping wantonly at her little pink pucker. He’d never done that to me, not that I would have minded in the least. I watched as he pressed his tongue in and out of her back door. She was moaning loudly, begging for Patrick to fuck her. I echoed Jane’s cries. “Fuck her,” I quietly repeated over and over to myself.

Patrick knelt up between Jane’s legs, positioning his cock right at the entrance to her sex. It was bizarre, watching my boyfriend fuck another girl, let alone my best friend. But it was turning me on beyond belief. I continued rubbing my clit furiously, biting my lip to keep quiet. His ass slowly descended as he stuck that cock right in her. When he was fully inside, he pulled back out, just as slowly. Then back down again into her pussy.

I licked Jane’s panties, devouring her taste. My hand on my cunt was busy rubbing my little button.

They continued fucking, and my hand matched their rhythm. In. Out. They fucked with wild abandon. My hand furiously pushed me towards orgasm. Then Patrick’s hips starting bucking uncontrollably, and they climaxed loudly. Thinking about his warm come filling her insides was enough to bring me off as well. I creamed my panties, soaking them.

Realizing that I didn’t want to be caught, I tip-toed back down the hallway and out of the apartment. I got in the car and drove around the block, only barely aware that I still had Jane’s panties. I drove for what seemed like hours before returning.

When I came back to the apartment, Jane was gone. Patrick said that he’d seen me watching them. My feelings were conflicted: I was angry and turned on. He said that it wasn’t the first time he’d fucked her. She wasn’t the only one he’d done, either. And then he said that from then on, I’d have to watch every time he brought a girl home to fuck her little pussy.

I readily agreed and we went back to the bedroom where he fucked me so incredibly hard that I came over and over again. Now I come home early from work as much as possible, hoping to catch him with another girl.

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Fill Her Up

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Karen Stokes lifted her heavy breast to her lips and sucked it roughly while she frigged her sopping wet pussy with her other hand. Little moans of pleasure quickly turned into loud groans as her pussy was quickly whipped into an absolute sexual frenzy. I had been going on like this for several years now. Ever since the death of her husband of thirty five years Karen had gone without a partner and was forced to relieve her built up tension through masturbation alone. While she easily achieved tummy wrenching orgasms by manipulating her overly engorged clitoris, she desperately longed for the warm interpersonal contact of another human being. As the fire in her loins slowly burned out, she reluctantly got out of bed and readied herself for the coming day.
“What’ll it be, ma’am?” the young man asked with a smile. “Fill it up with high test,” she replied while getting out of her automobile. “And can you please direct me to the ladies room?” “It’s inside,” he replied over his shoulder while removing the gas cap, “it’s unlocked.” “Thanks,” she answered with a smile. He shoved the nozzle into the filler hose and watched the older lady’s ass as she made her way inside the station. His cock stiffened slightly as he tried to picture the womanly delights hidden under that dress, but as she disappeared inside the door his thoughts quickly returned to task at hand. Once inside the restroom, Karen plopped down on the john and let a hot stream of pee gush from her bulging pussy. She moaned softly to herself as her mind focused on he young gas jockey, and just when the last vestiges of piss dripped from her labia, she buried three fingers inside of her steaming pussy, which resulted in another stunning climax of massive proportions! She was just about to reach for the toilet paper when she was jarred back to reality by a slightly hoarse masculine voice, “It’s all filled up and ready to go, your car that is!” “But I can see that you’re not!”

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“W-what are you doing in here?!?” she sputtered while trying to cover herself. With an almost repulsive insolence he shoved down his jeans and under shorts before smirking a reply, “I’m here to fill’er up!” She shuddered uncontrollably while staring at the young man’s rapidly expanding cock, and without so much as uttering another word, she stood up and lifted her dress to expose her bare bulging pussy. “You got a fat cunt, bitch,” he growled while fisting his eight inches of bone. “And I’m just the one to fuck it!” Her whole body shivered as he quickly grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. “Okay, lady,” he ordered evenly, “bend over an spread’em for Tommy.” “Oh god!” she gasped as his hands caressed her fat ass. “What are you going to do to me!?!” “I’m gonna fuck you like a dog, that’s what,” he intoned gruffly. Her mind was quickly cart wheeling out control as she eagerly anticipated his rear assault. Just like a bitch in heat her pussy drenched itself while awaiting his thick favor. “When’s the last time you got some?” he asked while letting a lonesome finger trace the bulge of her vulva. “Oh myyyyy!” she moaned at his touch. “Uh, uh, a long time,” she mewled. “P-please, hurrry!!!”
“Just like I thought,” he laughed. “A cock hound all the way!” “Beg for it, bitch, tell me how much you want it!” “Just fuck me!” she answered fiercely. “Not until you tell me what a cock hungry bitch you really are,” he replied insolently. “O-okay!” she panted. “I’m a cock hound!” “Does that satisfy you?!?” she demanded expectantly. “Maybe,” he said a little doubtfully. “But first I gotta know one more thing.” “What!?!” she nearly shrieked. “What else to you need to know?!?” “Don’t get excited,” he said calmly while cupping her heavy bottom. “What I want to know is if after I’m done fucking you, you’ll let me cum in your mouth?” “I really need to know, because if you won’t, I don’t think I can fuck you.” “Ohhhhhhhh!” she gasped while picturing his thick cock in her mouth. “Yesssssss, I’ll let you cum in my mouth, now please, hurry up and fuck me!” “I don’t knowÅ…..” he said doubtfully. “Are you sure you’ll suck me off?” Now practically on the verge of a breakdown, Karen lost all pretense of decorum as she spun around and dropped to her knees. Without so much as a word of warning, the hot mouthed matron opened her mouth and inhaled Tommy’s pecker with frightening alacrity! “Sweet jesusÅ….,” he groaned. “Y-you’re a cock sucking whore!” It had been so long since she had partaken of a hard pecker in her avid mouth, so she greedily she devoured his manhood as he grabbed a hold of the sink to keep from crashing to the floor. With the skill that can only come with years of practice, Karen quickly brought the young cock to a fever pitch, and when she was sure he was ready, twirled her tongue around his head until it blew a gusher of cum into her more than eager throat.
Now it was her turn to take control of the situation as she pushed the shocked young man out of the way and leaned over the sink with her legs spread wide apart. “You better not leave me hanging,” she said while looking over her shoulder at the shell shocked young buck. “I kept my end of the bargain, now get that thing back up and stick it in me!” Tommy’s eyes automatically gravitated to Karen’s incredibly engorged cunt which was drooling pussy juice like a leaky faucet. “Jesus, lady,” he moaned while fisting his cock back to its full tumescence, “you’re hotter than a fire cracker.” “Stop talking and start fucking!” she demanded while flexing her over inflated labia. Her pussy was like a magnet to his now fully erect pecker, and with his mind still in cock suck induced haze, he stumbled over behind her. He ran his hands all over her plump bottom, and then just to prime her pump, leaned over to give her pussy a nice long French kiss. Her legs buckled slightly and long low groan escaped her lips as she ground her cunt back into his open mouth. Now it was his turn to take control of the situation as he pulled his face out of her ass before running the head of his cock up and down her soppy crack.
Now grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, Tommy lined up his pecker and offered almost harshly, “Okay, bitch, you wanted it, now you’re gonna get it!!!” It had been oh so long since her last fuck, but nothing in her past could have prepared her for the rear assault that Tommy perpetrated on her helpless pussy. As his thick organ drove itself balls deep inside of her, she involuntarily let out shriek as her entire body became engulfed by his invasion. “God, please help me,” she panted as he powered in and out of her with almost vicious alacrity. He laughed at her mewlings before asking evenly, “You want me to pull it out, cunt?” “N-nooooo!” she gasped. “Just fuck me, just keep fucking me!” “Just like figured,” he chuckled under his breath, “a real fucking cock hound.” For the next two minutes Karen stood there with her legs spread side apart while the eighteen year old wonder fuck plowed her like a farmer plows a field! orgasm after orgasm erupted in her hungry pussy with almost each and every stroke. But it was only when he threw his hips into over drive that her pussy began to pin wheel totally out of her control. His own actions were now being controlled by the head of his cock, and he had no more to say about the outcome than she did! “I-I’m gonna cum!” he stammered while watching his cock slamming into her fat pussy. “I’m really close!” She threw her head back and sensed her pussy contracting more intensely with each plunge of his dick. And then, before she could reply, he roared like a 747 taking off as he emptied his nut sack deep inside of her. That was all it took to induce her pussy to spasm frantically around his thickness while her body was shaken to the core by her last and most satisfying climax!
After he was totally spent he stumbled back and plopped down on the john while she just collapsed on the sink, still too shocked to move a muscle. When she finally regained her senses, she stood up and was surprised to find herself alone. She quickly cleaned herself up, and after adjusting her dress, exited the restroom and headed back to her car. A nonchalant Tommy leaned against the side of her auto and offered easily, “That’ll be twenty two fifty for the fill.” She gave him a knowing smile and handed him two twenties and replied while getting behind the wheel, “Thanks for the personalized the service, and keep the change!” He took the cash and gave her nod before answering, “Thank you ma’am, come back soon.” She started her car, and before pulling out of the lot she replied sweetly, “You can be sure that I will, you can be sure that I will!”

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BitchesInHose - Hot Arianna

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Arianna cames to us after a long day at the office. She viewed our add looking for models and called up about it. After a long talk she was interested and was willing to stop by. The day on which she was suppose to stop by something came up at work which screwed us on her set with her, which prob was her getting cold feet. We then set up another meeting in which she did show up this time, and glad she did. A smoking body and a great inner freak made this shoot come out perfect! Don’t forget to check out the rest of the office girls at BitchesInHoes!

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