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queenofer0tica-blog · 7 years
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EROTICA
Jenny the Babysitter Part 2
I spread my legs wider and drilled myself raw with the dildo, envisioning a sweaty Mr. Johnson above me muttering filthy things to me.
Mmm yes Mr. Johnson, I'm your dirty little slut! Please don't stop pounding me I deserve your big, hard cock.
Pretty soon, I was slamming my g-spot repeatedly. I was soaring to my happy place at a rapid speed. Oh, oh, ohhhhh! I wailed, slamming the rubber tip on my sweet spot one last time before I experienced an explosive orgasm. I shook uncontrollably and rubbed my soaking wet pussy, as wave after wave of pleasure rendered me useless.
I lay there a panting, spasming mess when I heard the door knob to the bedroom click. I shot up, my legs still wide and watched in horror as Mr. and Mrs. Johnson walked in...
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I sat up immediately, my eyes wide with shock and terror. I speechlessly stared at the young couple who simply stared right back. I didn't know what to expect: screaming, pointing, humiliation...
Seconds passed. Mr. Johnson visibly gulped and I watched his eyes linger on my naked body. I was too scared to even cover myself up. Suddenly, Mrs. Johnson started giggling, making me jump a little.
It wasn't a psychotic or maniacal laugh. It was a chuckle of amusement. She let her purse drop to the floor and sauntered over to me. I didn't know what she was going to do so I sat there looking up at her.
She stroked my cheek, making me flinch and cooed me. "Shhh baby don't be scared I don't want to hurt you." She cupped my breast and ran her hand gently down my stomach, pulling the hem of my panties -well her panties, and letting it snap back.
"Good choice. I always liked this pair," she whispered, biting her lip. What the fuck is going on..
"Babe, doesn't little Jenny look so cute in my lingerie?" Mr. Johnson stared at me ravenously and shamelessly wet his bottom lip. "Why don't you come get a closer look honey. She's still nice and wet," Mrs. J said, picking up the dildo I had thoughtlessly used to pleasure myself.
To my surprise she let the tip of her tongue touch the used device, and closed her eyes, smiling. "Mmm, you taste good little Jenny. Were you thinking about my husband when you fucked yourself?" Mrs. J said. Her husband was now laying down next to me on the bed, gently caressing my breasts. Part of me thought this whole situation was getting way too fucked up but another part of me enjoyed it too much to care.
"Answer me Jenny. Were you thinking about Rob stuffing his big cock into you when you were filling yourself with my toys?"
I nodded, keeping my head down but she put her finger under my chin lifting it up so that we were making eye contact. "I bet you're still wondering what it would feel like to be my husband's cum bucket, hm?" I nodded again and she smiled. I could feel Mr. J's erection pressed against my side as he continued to touch me all over. He slipped his middle finger into my tight slit and kissed my neck.
"Well lucky for you Jenny, I'm feeling pretty generous tonight." She raked her fingers through my short blonde hair and pressed her lips to mine. "Mmm, so young and small. Just how we like them."
Them. I'm guessing this is not their first time doing something like this.
Mrs. Johnson ordered me to get on my hands and knees while her and her husband undressed. Her giant, womanly breasts beautifully spilled out of their confinement and my excitement shot up through the roof. Rob let his thick, long cock dangle in front of my face. His balls, heavy with cum, swung as he moved closer to my face. He smoothed my hair back before sliding his cock into my open mouth.
I obediently sucked his hard stick, never taking my eyes off of his. He lightly slapped at my face and forced himself deeper down my throat, muttering swears under his breath. Mrs. Johnson, fully naked, got behind me and smoothed her hands over my ass, spreading my legs a little wider.
"What a sweet pink pussy you've got there baby," she said. I moaned around Rob's penis as his wife put her warm tongue at my hole, teasingly licking and tasting me. I tried to grind my pussy harder on her face, and she started properly eating me out, kissing and slurping my pussy lips and clit. Her mouth felt like Heaven, and I was about ready to explode from the sensation.
Suddenly Rob grabbed my hair and shot a thick load down my throat. "Swallow all of it Jenny," his wife ordered. I obeyed and swallowed the hot cum, while Rob groaned and caught his breath.
Mrs. Johnson made my lie on my back and spread my legs 'nice and wide' She licked her fingers and rubbed my wet pussy hard and fast, making my insides clench with pleasure. She continued rapidly rubbing me until I screamed out and squirted a thin stream of clear liquid.
Her eyes lit up with excitement as she watched my body convulse. "How lucky are we Rob, we got ourselves a cute little squirter."
Rob stared at my wet pink pussy and jerked his cock until it was nice and hard again. "Tear her up Rob," Mrs. J said, as she eagerly waited to watch the pounding I was about to receive.
Rob lifted me effortlessly and placed me on top of him. He suckled my small tits and spanked my ass until it was red and searing hot. I cried out when he slammed into my small body, spreading his legs to acquire maximum depth. He held my hips and bounced me on top of his thick cock, forcing his entire length into me with each penetration.
I rested my hands on his toned pecs and took my fucking like a good little slut. I bounced up and down, feeling his heavy balls slap against my ass with each thrust.
Every inch of my tiny pussy was filled with meat and the need to come was increasing with each passing second.
Rob held me tighter and fucked me passionately and roughly. Mrs. Johnson was lost in her own world, watching me take her husband's dick as she furiously fingered herself. With an exceptionally deep thrust I screamed and lifted myself off his penis, squirting another jet of liquid all over his chest and abdomen. I shook uncontrollably as Rob held me, continuing to ease his cock in and out of me. I felt like I was falling through a sea of clouds. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming. I wasn't sure how much more I could take.
Exhausted, I closed my eyes. When I woke, Mr. J was relentlessly drilling his wife. Her huge tits swayed uncontrollably. The sight piqued my excitement and once again I could feel my pussy responding positively.
"Ready for your next lesson Jenny?"
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queenofer0tica-blog · 7 years
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EROTICA
Jenny the Babysitter Part 1
"Ruben, do you still wanna watch this or look for something else?" I looked down to see the 4 year old fast asleep on my shoulder.
"Alright little man time for bed," I whispered, shutting off the television and scooping him up in my arms. I tip toed to his room so not to wake him, and gently tucked him into his bed, closing the bedroom when I saw he never stirred.
I blew out my blonde bangs and perched my hands on my hips. I was supposed to be babysitting Ruben for another 2 hours but now I had nothing to do.
I wandered about the halls for a bit, staring at some photographs of the Johnson's. They were a really hot couple that just moved into my neighborhood. This is only my second time in their home.
I bit my lip, admiring Mr. Johnson's gorgeous face and body. His wife was equally good looking and incredibly voluptuous. I wonder what their bedroom looks like...No, Jenny don't even think about it.
But of course I didn't listen to myself and went inside their bedroom, willingly invading their privacy. I flicked on the lights and looked around in awe at the beautiful room. Everything was draped in black and red. The king sized bed was stunning and huge, with sexy silk sheets and pillows.
I sat on the bed and smoothed my hand over the silks and satins, instantly feeling jealous thinking about Mr. Johnson fucking his wife hard and fast on this very spot. I wanted to have his cock to myself, but I know he'd never go for a plain high school student when he had that sexy, voluptuous wife of his.
I climbed onto the bed and lied down, slightly inhaling the scent of the pillows. I could tell which side each spouse slept on just by the smells.
Overcome with curiosity and boredom, I opened a few of Mrs. J's drawers to look through her stuff. I came upon her lingerie drawer and gleefully rifled through it, examining each racy garment. I found an incredibly naughty pair of red lace panties with no crotch and a matching bra. It was soft and expensive looking, and I wondered if Mrs. Johnson had been fucked wearing this lingerie.
I stripped quickly, throwing my jeans and tee shirt into a pile on the floor. I untied my silky blonde bun and slipped on the panties, which hugged my hips just right. The bra was way too busty for my small breasts so I just wore nothing over them. I twirled in the mirror, and posed sexily, pretending I was a bikini model.
When I went back to Mrs. J's drawer to throw the bra in, I discovered something interesting. I felt a bump, and to my surprise pulled out a long, thick dildo. My mouth hung open at the size of it, and I ran my hand over it, amused at how real it looked and felt.
Excited and horny, I climbed onto the Johnson's bed and lied back, spreading my legs open. I switched the dildo on and watched the head wiggle around slightly. I was so turned on, lying in this huge bed where Mr. Johnson sleeps and jerks off and makes love. My pussy was so wet thinking about him.
Pretending the dildo was his cock, I rubbed it on my entrance, moaning at the sensation. I eased it inside of me until the full tip was in my wet pussy. I slowly fucked myself, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. It felt so good.
I eased a few more inches inside, and pulled it out, put it in, and pulled it out again. I had a nice steady rhythm going on and moaned oh yeah, punish my naughty pussy Mr. Johnson.
The fullness of the dildo inside of me was intoxicating. My hands were slick with my juice as I continued to messily penetrate myself with the toy. I took it out and slapped it on my pussy, making droplets of moisture fly everywhere. I moaned even harder, and stuffed it inside of me again, deeper than before.
I spread my legs wider and drilled myself raw with the dildo, envisioning a sweaty Mr. Johnson above me muttering filthy things to me.
Mmm yes Mr. Johnson, I'm your dirty little slut! Please don't stop pounding me I deserve your big, hard cock.
Pretty soon, I was slamming my g-spot repeatedly. I was soaring to my happy place at a rapid speed. Oh, oh, ohhhhh! I wailed, slamming the rubber tip on my sweet spot one last time before I experienced an explosive orgasm. I shook uncontrollably and rubbed my soaking wet pussy, as wave after wave of pleasure rendered me useless.
I lay there a panting, spasming mess when I heard the door knob to the bedroom click. I shot up, my legs still wide and watched in horror as Mr. and Mrs. Johnson walked in...
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queenofer0tica-blog · 7 years
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EROTICA
His Kitten
The club was electric tonight. It was a loud mix of sex and booze and money. It's places like this where you come to forget everything you know or want except to live for the moment.
I slid down the pole seductively, grinning as I heard a roar of whistles and cheers that eventually got drowned out by the music. As I came back up I gave the crowd a nice view of my perfectly round bottom, barely covered by my racy black panties.
I turned around and slid my hand down my chest in a slow, lingering touch while I bit my lip provocatively. I twirled my hands in my ruby red locks giving an eyeful to the salivating men right at my feet. Kitty! I heard many of them scream, trying to catch my attention.
I loved when they stared. Looking is free after all. But to touch mmm, that comes with a price.
I got down on my hands and knees, a crowd favorite, and crawled around the stage, thrusting my ass in the air like a feline cat. There was a particularly handsome stranger in the front, his eyes glued to me with a strong drink in his hand. I crawled impossibly close to him and dipped my tongue in his glass, proceeding to kiss him just once. A kiss I'm sure he'll never forget.
People went wild, trying to get a taste of Miss Kitty. I got back up and finished my sexy number, making sure I ended the dance with a nice, clear view of my soaked panties. The vibe and action of this place made me wet and horny. I needed to find my...
"Looking for me?" that familiar, sultry voice said as I stepped offstage in my super high heels.
I paused in the dark stairway and watched with excitement as my lover and master stepped out of the shadows, a hungry look plastered on his beautiful face.
I could never get enough of my dom. Every time I laid eyes on him felt like the first time. It's hard to describe how I feel when he's around me. Excitement, need, lust, thirst...
"Mmmm," I moaned as he pressed his cold lips to the nape of my neck, kissing gently and inhaling my scent. "I take it you enjoyed the show," I whispered, looking into his big, gorgeous eyes and kissing him passionately.
"There's very few things I enjoy more than watching you dance, kitten" he said, biting gently on my lower lip.
"Oh yeah, like what baby?" I purred, pushing my body against him. God I needed him so badly it physically hurt.
He smiled that sinister smile, the one that completely exposed his mouth full of gold and diamond. His heavily tattooed hands moved up my body, over my breasts and to my neck where they wrapped around. I knew what it meant when he did this. He wanted to punish me...but why?
I knew better to question him when he was in this mood. I could only anticipate what would be coming to me...a rough, sick fucking that wouldn't end until he believed I learned my lesson.
"Come along Kitten, I have some business to take care of," he whispered in my ear before releasing his hands on my neck and engulfing my small hand in his.
His stride was long and powerful. I struggled to keep up in my heels but he wouldn't slow down. He waved off people who tried to get his attention and threw back the heavy velvet curtains of the VIP section, reserved for the elite and famous.
"OUT!" he barked at some cigar smoking mafia men being entertained by some very expensive escorts.
They stood up immediately, ready to argue with Vladimir, but they saw the look on his face and reluctantly took off, cursing in Slavic tongues. You see, what Vladimir wants he gets. He owns this city and more. His power and influence is undeniable and enough to make even royalty cower to him. He's deadly, and he's mine...
"You know there's a million other places we could have gone to for privacy," I whispered, again pushing my body onto his, and kissing his delicious lips. But I noticed he was rigid and distracted.
"Make yourself comfortable kitten, I need to make a quick phone call."
I sat on the plush velvet lounge chair and he splayed himself out on the one across from me, immediately removing one of his many cell phones from his jacket.
"Bring him in," he said barely audibly. Within seconds a man was roughly carried in by two beefy security guards. They tied him tightly to a chair and didn't leave until he was securely bound. I realized it was the same guy I had kissed during my dance and felt my stomach knot up. Oh shit...
Thanks boys, Vladimir said to the security, throwing a few hundred dollar bills at them. When they departed, Vlad drew the curtain shut and turned towards the man, flashing him a sadistic grin. I knew much too well what that grin meant.
"Look, I don't know what the fuck it is you want from me but I don't want no trouble. Do you know who I am? Pietrov Lossini, Italian billionaire. Not some punk you can intimidate," the man spit out.
"Shhhh. Don't get too excited baby, we're just getting started here." Vlad then let out a hysterical laugh which I joined in with. We're fucking crazy what else can I say?
"Now listen uh..Mr. Lossini. I'm having a bit of trouble understanding why you thought it was okay to put your hands on my girl."
The man immediately opened his mouth to defend himself but Vladimir put his finger to his lips and got real close to him, pulling out a fully loaded gun.
"I don't wanna listen to a novel. Just summarize to me exactly why I shouldn't blow your brains out right here, right now?" Vladimir whispered, tauntingly close to the man's face.
Pietrov grit his teeth and exhaled through his nostrils. "I didn't fucking touch your girl" he spit out.
Vlad laughed again and laid the weapon down, coming over to me. "See that's where we disagree sunny boy." He pulled me onto his lap and kissed the lower corner of my bottom lip. "Sweetheart why don't you tell everyone nice and loudly who your pussy belongs to."
Fuck, I knew I wasn't off the hook just quite.
"You," I said meekly, suddenly fascinated with my shoes.
"How about a little louder love, our guest here may be hard of hearing."
"My pussy belongs to you baby. My whole body is yours to do what you want with."
Vladimir grinned and squeezed my ass. "The lady has spoken!" he said while starting to unbutton his crisp white button down. I could feel his hard, angry cock like a snake underneath me. I didn't know what he had planned but I knew it was going to be vile, filthy, but oh so deliciously good.
Pietrov wriggled around in his restraints, letting out a string of Italian curses when he saw he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
I moved my hips circularly on Vlad's lap earning a deep sigh and trace of kisses on my neck. He held my waist possessively and spread my legs wider, tracing his cold, ring-laden fingers down my hips to my hot, wet core.
The cool feeling of his long, skilled fingers elicited a feline moan from my lips. I let my head fall back into his neck. I could feel his heartbeat against my back and the security of his grasp in all of my nerves.
"Can you smell that Mr.Lossini? That's the beautiful scent of a woman ready to be fucked. Now, as much fun as it would be to blow your brains out, I'd rather make you sit here and watch me fuck and use what belongs to me. I dare you to take your eyes off of this even once, and you'll be feeling your way along the streets for however long I allow you to live.
With the conclusion of his ice-cold threat my Dom suddenly ripped apart my skanky little stripper outfit in one gesture, exposing my lacy bra and panties, which came off just as quickly. I was practically dripping by this point. My panties were a soiled mess, and Vladimir knew that, but I know he wanted to punish me tonight so I wouldn't be having his cock just yet.
He fisted his hands in my ginger curls forcing me from his lap to my knees, exposing his long, thick pierced cock in the process. With one hard slap to my tits he forced himself in my mouth, filling it as far as he could go.
Like a good girl I held onto my master's thighs and sucked him just the way he liked it, messily and loudly. With a tight grip on my hair he bounced my head up and down, muttering sick things to me with the occasional light slap to the face. His cock, swollen and engorged was at the complete mercy of my lips and tongue while I was at the mercy of his hands. That's how a lot of things happened in our complicated relationship.
"Oh fuck, don't make me cum you sneaky little bitch," he said, with an edge of humor to his tone. I smiled seductively, and fondled my breasts for his pleasure. He helped me up and I eagerly straddled his lap ready for him to make me forget my own name.
He kissed me passionately and roughly, leaving what would surely turn into a trail of light bruises tomorrow on my skin.
"Ah, I nearly forgot about our lovely guest. How about you turn around so we can give him a show baby?"
I willingly accepted and reversed myself, so that I was facing Pietrov. He no longer seemed murderous and agitated, but dizzy with lust and excitement.
"You like what you see, don't you boy?" Vladimir taunted. Pietrov absent-mindedly nodded, never taking his eyes off of my naked body.
Vladimir chuckled a deep laugh and held my wrists together behind my back. He leaned us back against the cushion and I obediently lifted my hips as he positioned his thick cock at my soaking wet pussy.
I sunk down on it, immediately gasping at the sensation of fullness inside of my body. Millions of nerves came alive, and I felt my whole body alight with almost electrical pleasure. Our moans were in unison as we fucked, raw and rough like animals. My Dom was most vulnerable during sex. His other, softer personality showed itself in his moans, and passionate thrusts.
He held onto me for dear life as he plowed into me. His heavy, cum-filled balls slapped against the extremely sensitive part of my clit, making me desperately need to cum for him.
"You need to cum baby?" Vlad said, in a feral-growl like tone. It's as if he read my mind. A particularly deep pounding elicited an orgasmic response from me, confirming his thoughts. He chuckled into my ear and kissed me tenderly on the lips while he roughly jerked his hips upward, increasing the speed and intensity of the sex.
I cried out and held on for dear life as he tore my pussy apart. I could feel the strength of his thrusts and grip weakening with each passing second. He was going to cum soon.
My body couldn't take it anymore. I needed to release right now as I felt I would explode. The piercing on the head of his glorious cock was slamming into my g-spot with each rough screw until the pleasure was unbearable.
Vladimir gasped and with a cry of pleasure, climaxed inside of me. "Cum for me baby, cum for your master," he choked out, holding onto my waist as he spastically shot out rope after rope of hot, thick batter into my body.
My climax was harsh and shattering, draining me of all my energy. The same thoughts ran through my head after every time we had this kind of sex..he ruined me, I won't be able to walk for a week.
I kissed his delicious inked skin, and let him completely envelop me in his arms. I smoothed my hand through his green locks and rested my head against his chest until his heart beat slowed down.
"Do you love me kitten?" he whispered. I looked up into his eyes and nodded softly.
"Good, now wait here while I slit this man's throat."
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queenofer0tica-blog · 7 years
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EROTICA
Teacher's Slut
"Jessie Andrews?" I looked up when I heard my name called and half-heartedly replied, "here." My homeroom teacher nodded and shamelessly ogled my breasts for a few seconds before looking back down at the attendance sheet.
I rolled my eyes and put my head back down on my desk. Do these dumb men really think I don't notice when they salivate over me?
I know what you're thinking, and yes I suppose I should be offended but I'm honestly used to it. I've had 34 G sized tits since the 8th grade, and yes I have been dealing with ogling pigs ever since then. I mean it's enough to deal with all the annoying boys in my grade trying to get in my pants, but I have to deal with teachers too...
When I first got these puppies I was kind of embarrassed and I would always wear big hoodies and sweatshirts to cover them. On top of that my strict and religious freaks of parents used to constantly preach about how I shouldn't expose my body blah blah blah. But that got more and more difficult as it got hotter outside. And once the cat was out of the bag, there was no turning back.
I started enjoying the attention, and although some would complain about the objectification and hyper-sexualization I personally didn't give a fuck. I started wearing revealing tops and dresses just to get a kick out of watching some dumb boy drool over me.
Within no time I could have control over any guy I wanted, and that kind of power turned me on. I went after the seniors first, you know the jocks and popular guys. I could have anyone I wanted, and pretty soon I was fucking the hottest guys in school. Call me what you want but I like sex, and I like having my holes filled with thick, hard cock.
But pretty soon I got tired of high school boys and started going after men. I looked mature for my age and was able to get into sleazy bars whenever I wanted. I was getting fucked every way possible by men of all shapes, sizes, and ages I didn't care. I was getting fucked by married guys, old guys, muscular guys, fat guys, small cocks, big black cocks, you name it. They all loved holding onto my giant, pillowy tits while they destroyed my tight pussy. And, I got a kick out of letting them know my age after they had just mercilessly fucked me for hours.
But when I wasn't busy getting chased around the streets by guys looking to stuff my holes, I was getting chased around the hallways at school by my science teacher Mr. Evans.
Mr. Evans was a peculiar character. First off, he wasn't the type of guy you'd expect to be interested in having sex with young girls. He was very handsome, book-smart, proper and always well-dressed. He was obsessed with science, and even wrote a couple of books. I always had a strong attraction towards him because he pretty much the only guy in this building who didn't seem to be paying attention to me. I needed to have him.
I came on strong one afternoon, pretending not to understand the material we had covered in class earlier. I spoke in my most seductive tone and wore an extremely revealing top, showing my huge tits begging to be slapped and squeezed. He put up a fight but soon he was putty in my hand. That evening I let him do sick and vile things to my body and he became putty in my hand.
From that day on he made no effort to conceal his hunger for me and would always find a way to run in to me at school. We were having sex almost every other day, which is how I became my teacher's slut.
"Jessie, right?" a timid freshman said, holding a slip of paper out to me. "Yep, thanks." I read the piece of paper which said, "be in my office in 5 minutes on your back with your legs spread." I smirked, recognizing Mr. Evan's handwriting.
I raised my hand to be excused for the bathroom and made my way to his office in the basement of the school. His office is weirdly secluded and soundproof which means I got to scream as loud as I wanted when I was getting a good fucking. He really makes me scream when he stuffs a giant dildo in my cunt and pounds my ass.
When I walked in he was nowhere to be seen so I gently closed the door and did what I was told. I took off all my clothes, and laid on his desk with my legs spread wide, wet and ready for my punishment. I fondled my huge, milky tits, that spilled out near my neck, now that I was lying on my back. They were so big and juicy that I could squeeze them and suck on my own nipples.
I sucked on two french manicured fingers and slipped them inside my soaking wet pussy where dozens of thick cocks had been. I playfully fingered myself and moaned lightly. I heard a low grunt and turned abruptly to see Mr. Evans silently filming me with a grin on his face. He was naked and so aroused, that his huge cock was twitching on its own.
"You're a jerk!" I said, laughing. He flipped the camera off and was on top of me within seconds, mashing my breasts and spanking my pussy. "I saved up a few days of cum for you," he whispered, spitting onto each of my tits, and massaging them.
He wrapped his hands around my neck and plunged into me, filling me with his entire length. He fucked me savagely, just how I liked it. I instantly began creaming around his cock, making him pound into me even more intensely. The thick white cream made his thrusts slippery and loud, making nice satisfying squelch sounds every time he filled me to the hilt.
His cock shifted inside of me, drilling my g-spot roughly. He slapped at my breasts, and squeezed them painfully, sinking into my body over and over again. My vision was blurry with pleasure and he pulled out abruptly, making a thick dribble of white cream flow out of my pussy hole. He slid underneath me and lifted me on top of his cock, spanking my pussy before plugging my cunt with his thick meat.
"Fuck yourself good, you dirty little slut." He laid still underneath me while I moved my hips up and down on his big cock. "Faster," he ordered, grabbing my tits. Crying with pleasure, I slammed up and down on his tree trunk at a rapid pace, filling myself completely. Mr. Evans cream-pied my pussy, and wiped some up with hands, smearing it onto my giant, rippling tits.
He held my hips and pounded into me with incredible force, making my tits bounce uncontrollably. I screamed as my walls tightened around his log and experienced a blinding, painful, creamy orgasm. My pussy felt raw and stretched, yet utterly satisfied.
I collapsed onto Mr. Evans who wrapped his arms around my big chest, and fucked me gently until I dozed off in his arms.
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ORIGINAL EROTICA
Doctor F
I sat patiently in the waiting room, legs crossed hands folded. I'd been waiting nearly 45 minutes now, it's getting a bit ridiculous.
I did another quick scan around the room. Is it just me or are most of the patients here young women? I covertly glanced at a few women's chests, feeling envious of their modest, cute breasts. I peeked down at my 34 G's, nearly busting at the seam of the largest size in this style shirt I could find.
I sighed, once again motivated to go through with this procedure. I wanted to undergo breast reduction surgery. I'm tired of carrying around these humongous tits, on my small, slender frame. I always had a sore back and constantly got hit on by perverts.
I'd developed these puppies early, and by then every guy thought it was pretty much determined they were going to fuck me. I shuddered, thinking about my 10th grade science teacher. You're not going to let these jugs go to waste now are you? He used to say, while pounding into my pussy as hard as he could after school on his desk.
I can't even begin to count how many men have "accidentally" groped my chest in public places. I'll admit, a part of me used to like the attention and hell I even used to use my girls to my advantage. But I feel enough is enough!
"Jessie?" the receptionist called. I stood up and felt my huge tits bounce just from a simple movement like that. See what I mean?
"Dr. Finch's office is right down the hall, he'll be right with you" she said in a friendly tone. I saw her check out my cleavage and rolled my eyes in frustration. I've had my fair share of female attention over the years. Trust me, it gets old!
"I walked into the doctor's well furnished office and took a seat. While he was still MIA I looked around his office at all his fancy framed degrees, and paintings. A particular picture caught my eye and I walked over to it to get a better look. It was Dr. Finch holding a golden retriever. Dear Lord he was ridiculously attractive!
He looked to be in his early 40's, with only a few faint wrinkles around his eyes. His hair was luscious and dark with a few grays at the side. He had a great complexion, sexy blue eyes and white teeth. God, now I can see why so many women flocked to his office.
"His name's Baxter," Dr. Finch said behind, scaring the living hell out of me. I turned quickly and blushed with embarrassment. He had an amused smile on his face and closed the door, holding his hand out to me.
"I don't believe we've met young lady. Dr. Finch," he introduced. I shook his large, rough hand and momentarily imagined him fingering my cunt raw with those fingers. "Jessie."
He smiled even wider and gestured for me to have a seat while he went through some papers. "Ah, I see you're interested in reconstructive surgery, Jessie." I nodded, and swiftly licked my lips. "Yes, I am pretty set on having my breasts reduced to a more modest cup size."
He pulled a chair out and sat facing me. "Mhm. How old are you sweetheart and what is your current cup size?"
"I turned 18 three months ago and 34 G." I couldn't help but notice I bit my bottom lip while Dr. Finch scrutinized my body.
"That's quite a set of breasts for such a young woman. Why don't we take a look?" He said, smiling again.
For a second I paused, but then I remembered all those tv shows I've seen of women getting implants. They always have to take off their shirts so the doctor can see what he or she's working with.
Timidly, I removed my top and lit up under the doctor's admiring gaze. I reached back and un clasped my bra, letting my huge milky tits spill out in all their naked glory. It was quite chilly in the office and my nipples embarrassingly pointed out.
"You've got magnificent breasts, young lady. It's impressive that you can carry these on such a slim frame." Dr. Finch said. I didn't know whether to accept the compliment or be creeped out, but my body was telling me to do the former.
"Let's get a better look," he whispered, pushing my hair back behind my shoulders. With each hand, he delicately took hold of my big, pillowy tits and massaged them. I could feel my pussy tingling with excitement as moisture collected in my panties. Every trace of professionalism was gone from the doctor's face. Lust replaced his friendly demeanor, and it was turning me on.
"You know Jessie, you've received an incredible gift that I'm not quite sure you want to be rid of. Big t*ts like these are incredibly rare," he whispered mashing the creamy flesh in his hands. I said nothing and closed my eyes, enjoying the doctor's gentle rubs and squeezes.
Just his touch alone made me want to come. A small moan escaped my mouth, as the doctor twisted my nipples. He chuckled and before I knew it, his warm mouth was kissing and sucking on my breasts. He licked the pink areola and nibbled ravenously, leaving what I'm sure would be a trail of hickeys tomorrow morning.
His mouth full of breast, he slid his hand up my skirt and pulled aside my panties, feeling his way along my wet slit. He thrust two thick fingers in my soaking cunt and fucked me with them hard. I cried out and spread my legs wider, enjoying the electrifying feeling of his fingers inside of me.
"I know big titted whores like you only want one thing: to get fucked by hard, thick cocks, right?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded, and gyrated my hips to his fingers deep inside me.
"Beg me Jessie. Beg me to fuck you like a big titted whore deserves to get fucked," he said, through clenched teeth.
"Please doctor! Please fuck me like the slut I am," I begged, on the brink of exploding from his rough, merciless finger fucking.
He immediately removed his fingers making me cry out in protest. Lifting me easily, he carried me to his desk, and bent me over it schoolgirl style. He grabbed my swinging tits and bounced them up and down, mashing them together.
I heard him unzip his fly and drop his pants down to his ankles. He positioned my right leg on the desk with my left leg firmly planted on the ground. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to be filled with his thick, hard rod right now.
He lifted my skirt and slammed into my tight pussy, making me scream out in pleasure. He held onto my hair and repeatedly slammed into my cunt with an animal lust. My huge milky tits bounced and swung out of control as my body quaked with each deep penetration.
He spanked my ass painfully and slapped my swinging tits, alternating between slapping and mashing them.
"This is how a whore needs to be fucked Jessie," Dr. Finch said, drilling my pussy relentlessly. His hanging balls loudly slapped against my cunt. He yelled out and sawed his entire length inside me again and again and again until I felt like he was tearing me in half.
My orgasm came searing hot and painful. Tremors overtook my entire body as I collapsed against him. He continued to fuck me even as I couldn't hold myself up until he shot a thick, hot rope of cum inside of me. My big milky tïts were marked with bites and red hand prints, and my pussy was full of hot cream.
"I want you to think twice about that reduction," Dr. Finch gasped out, pulling us both on top of the desk.
I breathed heavily and looked over at the beautiful flushed, spent man.
"I might need a second round of convincing," I said. He looked at me, smiled mischievously and climbed on top of me.
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