“Hey, were you waiting for me?” he says checking me out shamelessly from head to toe“AH!!! What a scare!!! I thought you were sleeping... I took off my trousers…” I stammered, looking around to find my pants and cover-up.“That's how I wanted to see you,” he says and winks.“Don't be silly... Go in the other room and I'll get dressed.” I reply and step back.“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's not gonna happen,” he says, stepping towards me.“Don't be silly…” I find that the more stupid he is, the wetter my pussy gets.“Come on, turn around,” he says grabbing my waist.“No!” I reply and shake his hands off me.“Come on, Luke never makes you turn around?” he questions amused at my reaction.“Of course he has!” I protest not knowing what he was trying to do or get out of me.“And what did he say?” He laughed.I say, “None of your business” suddenly becoming sad.“I don't think he likes me very much…” I murmur to myself out loud although I am sure Lawrence heard it.“Mm-hmm.” he says continuing, “Pff
Lawrence then gets up, smiles at me, sits down on the armchair, and undoes his trousers. I get up from the table and with some doggy noises that I don't know why I'm making them, I curl up next to him. He takes me in his arms and says tenderly, “I'll teach you.”He pulls it out as he reclines slightly on the chair and whispers in my ear, “You have to take it with your pretty little hand and go up and down.”I wrap his beautiful dick in my hands and do as told."That's right, up and down. See how it grows? Is it getting stronger?” he questions, noticing my curiosity."Yeah…” I replied, staring at it, absorbing everything that he was saying."Brava, make it big…Mm-hmm. Go on!!” he said encouraging me.I look at his cock and my hand and I'm shocked at how huge it is. A soft, red stick clutched in my hands. I can only imagine what it's like to be penetrated by a log like that and it turns m
I am a rather shy person. I am short, petite, blond, and smiling. A good girl like many others. I believe in true love. I believe in world peace. I believe I will become a great writer. I believe in love at first sight. I believe that Chips and ice cream go well together. And I believe that teenage life is the hardest of all. For a while now though things have been turning around. I mean I finally found the right guy. I'm dating a cool guy. An older one. A pretty popular guy named Robert. He has an insane amount of followers on Social Media. And I know from my friends that they've heard in girls' bathrooms that they think Robert is the cutest guy in school. I'm kind of shy so I don't always dare to hang out with him and his friends during breaks or on the way out of school. But when Robert decides I need to hang out with them, I bring a few of my friends along to flirt with Robert's friends. All are equally populated. It's only been a short time since we've been dating, but I alway
This kind of sentence makes me trust him. So he opens his trousers and pulls out a huge member, which scares me. He puts it on my face and I feel like wanting to cry and a bit of nervous excitement. Then he looks at me and says, “Suck it.” "H-h-h-how?” I ask innocently. "Take it all in your mouth.” He says to me, I do. So I start to open my mouth big, lick my lips (I think that's how you do it) and I put that big cock in my mouth. It seems impossible that such a thing can enter me. "More saliva, more saliva.” He tells me. So I take more saliva while trying to moisten it. So he holds me by the back of the head and tells me to move on to his balls. I lick them a little, sticking my nose in his crack, so I feel him gasp. He starts telling me not to stop, that he is very excited, that he likes it, and that I am good. I am very excited. My blouse is open and my round, champagne-cup breasts are sticking out. At that moment we hear a noise that is too close for us to remedy quickly, a k
I enter my room in a state of mild confusion. I don't know what to think. I wish Robert would be kind and write me a message. So to know how I am, to know if we really have to meet tomorrow and if I have to come over for lunch. Nothing comes. I am still tormenting myself in bed for a while when suddenly sleep catches up with me and I slowly slip into a stupor. I woke up the next morning all sweaty. Agitated by the dreams I had. I saw Robert's father in the dream, but I don't remember what happened. I only remember his big hands reaching out to me. I wake up, open my eyes for good, stretch, and find a text from Robert saying, "I'll pick you up at 1:00 PM, PM." I'm pretty stunned by the news, but I don't let it throw me off. I decided to get ready. How to dress? For lunch with Robert's dad? So I browse through the clothes and choose a little pink dress that makes me look like a...very good girl? I put on makeup in light, pastel colors so I always look very dainty. I wait for Robert
"While I was accompanying Mary I thought I wanted you. A pure girl like you....” He says as he pushes his cock well inside my vagina all wet. I cry a cry of pleasure and feel the full size of Robert's daddy's cock, but I go back to devoting myself to him. We go on a little longer in this position. My body only wants him, as it has never wanted anyone else. My first experience is turning out to be the most adventurous thing I have ever done in my life. I can feel his cock getting harder and pulsating. As I kiss Robert in the mouth and on his cock. "Say my name.” Robert's father says to me. I look at Robert fearfully, still as this man holds me from behind making me lean against the arm cuff of their couch. "I don't know” Robert's father makes me get up from his son's dick by taking me by the neck and says, “I am the Master.” I wonder what Robert is thinking but I just see him extremely excited and wanting to get on the power's side, the father's side. The Master's cock seems giganti
Robert starts stroking me, this makes me get up from sucking his cock and join his father. The two of them take me, while for a while longer the Master stays inside me but then he has to leave me and they position me on the couch with the back against my tits, leaning in as I turn my ass towards them. They stand behind me. Laughing and commenting. I am soaking wet. It's my first time and I can't even explain how much pleasure I've had and how much more I can have. When I am put in such a way that both of them can penetrate me, I realize that the crucial moment of that first evening is coming. They tell me to stay still. The Master is back to being as hard and stern as I have known him. He whispers in my ear that I must not underestimate him. That he is perfectly aware of the fact that I am playing the fake goody-goody, and that in reality I must be punished like everyone else. He gives me a spanking. I remember the one from the day before and I got so wet. They nod in agreement, an
After grabbing me, he takes me to the middle of the room where their dining table is and there he ties me tightly with ropes to the column in the center of the room. He passes a rope around my chest for decoration. 'What do you like best?' His voice is somewhere behind me, an indefinite point on my back, his breathing regular and in control, mine hasn't been for a while now. His hand gives my hair another tug, pulling my head to the side. The warm breath slips into my ear with the same question, just before his tongue does. I squint, gasp, and look for an answer in my mind clouded by a single thought 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. 'Then? I did not hear you. He bites my earlobe and then sucks it, pulling it down. I close my eyes and try to regain control, swallowing. I feel the ropes tighten my wrists and ankles, I open my lips and an indistinct sound comes out, halfway between a moan and a choked breath. His hand releases its grip on my hair, runs quickly down my back with his fingern