The Laundromat

[artful]

A closed thread for Artful and Artful's pet only !
Please read and enjoy,but do not post on this thread without an invitation from Artful!
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OOC:
NAME:-Arthur B.Rankin
AGE:-39
RACE:-Caucasian
MILITARY:-Defective hearing barred his enlistment
HEIGHT:-5' 11"
WEIGHT:-195 lbs.
HAIR:-Originally brown,but now mostly gray
EYES:-A piercing blue
OCCUPATION:-Small business* Owner of large laundromat in apartment complex managed by his younger sister Rene,single who is 15 years his junior.The apartment complex consisted of 100 units owned by his Mother Marilyn,aged 57, widowed.The units were mostly fully occupied year round,as they qualified for government funded assisted housing for single parents,the poor and elderly.Three times in the 20 years Art had owned the laundromat he had comletely refurbished the large servicing area and replaced the old equipment with the latest machines available.Last month he had just finished the third time.There WAS the same voyeuristic traits in Art as there was 20 years ago,when his Father had bequeathed him sole ownership of the facility.Though technology had changed over the years,...Art had not.Each time he closed the laundromat for remodeling and replacement of older equipment,he also tore out the existing hidden cameras,vcr's,monitors and microphones.This time,...there were no hidden wires or cables to mess with,and motion sensors automatically switched on the vcr's,and began taping with sound until movement ceased for one minute.The past 10 years,he had stayed with 8 hour extended tapes which only had to be changed 3 times a day,and delivered excellent slow motion and freeze frame stills.Art was a happy and contented man!Although he had sex with many a woman over the past 20 years,he had never married,and jealously guarded his secret fetish of voyeurism.No one knew of Art's cameras that were hidden in the most private areas of the apartment complex.Not until THIS time,was the technology advanced enough to permit wireless remote locations for the tiny cameras that could be hidden right under ones nose and not be noticed.The tiny round cameras were the center piece of a large plastic daisy which gave out a fragrant scent to the room in which it was placed.

I didn't have them placed in EVERY apartment,... but the ones housing a good looking woman,had a 'daisy' mounted high on the wall above the closet doors.When I installed one,I explained to the tenant to not throw it away or discard it,as I would replace it with a fresh one every month!They had their choice of scents,and I expected no trouble from any of them.Even Rene had no idea the fragrance dispensers were anything other than what they appeared to be.

IC:
I sat in my plush chair,eyes darting from one monitor to the next,once more checking the automatic switching I had programmed into the system.My apartment was attached to the landromat servicing facility and separate from the rest of the complex.Years ago,I had soundproofed all the exterior walls of the apartment to keep out the blaring boom boxes,and portable radios,that seemed attached to every person under the age of 30!

Dorene Rodriguez lived in apartment #69 with her daughter Rebecca.I had watched 'Becky' grow from a budding youth to last week,she celebrated her 18th birthday.Over the past few years,I had occasion to fuck Dorene a couple of times,but it was her daughter Becky that I patiently waited to seduce.

Today Becky would graduate from high school,and she had applied for the position of grounds keeper to the complex,which had just been vacated by another tenant.She had discussed her applying for the position with me one night last week as she was doing laundry,and I was tending to the janitorial aspects of the laundromat.I told her I would see that she got the position if she would also consent to maintaining the cleanliness of the laundromat,and clean my apartment once a month.

I offered her an extra $400.00 a month if she would.I had been having to do a lot of the yard maintenance for Rene,due to the fact of her not being able to find a replacement,and I wanted to keep Becky sewed up so she wouldn't have a lot of time away from the complex.

I recalled how her eyes lit up at the offer,and she immediately accepted saying "Thank you", ...over and over again.This being Friday,her last day at scool,her duties would start tomorrow.I had great plans for Becky,...I had been infatuated by her innocence for years!

Hearing my doorbell ring at 7:00 a.m. surprised me greatly,as I hurried to close off the hidden control room by activating the hidden doorway,... through the camoflauge of a huge bookcase,that appeared to be mounted to the wall.Watching it silently set itself in place,...I headed to answer the front door.

Pulling on my levis and donning my cowboy hat,I opened the door and saw Becky standing there with a huge grin plastered across her face as she took in my barechested appearance.Nervously she looked me over and stammered saying,"Art,...I just wanted ...well,...I,just...I just wanted you to see how I looked cause I am having pictures taken today after graduation."Her face reddened slightly as she spun quickly to let me see her new dress.

She was gorgeous and highly excited at the same time.Tense,...she fumbled her small purse and as it hit the concrete,popped open to expel all the loose contents on the porch.Stooping to help pick things up,I was shocked to see her knees spread out as she squatted to hastily begin gathering up the scattered items.She wore no panties and the light from inside my apartment floode her openess completely.The hem of her pleated dress slid back over her thighs and I couldn't keep from gawking at the treasure she revealed between her spread open legs.

She darted a quick glance at my face,and seeing where my eyes were staring,made no move to cover herself or close her legs.I bowed my head and tried to focus on picking things up but,...as she continued to just squat there in that position,I raised my eyes to look her full in the face.Her snowy white teeth were clamped tight against her full lower lip,and her face showed a heated, embarrassed look,as she boldly stared back.Clutching a wallet sized picture in her slender hand,...she flipped it over and said,"Art,...I have been carrying this photo you gave me in my purse for three years.Every day,...I look at it,and wonder how it would be to have you take my virginity.Tomorrow,I want to find out!"

It was a picture of me!

 

[~Artful's pet~]

Rebecca

With Artful's permission,

OOC:
NAME: Rebecca Rodriguez
AGE:-18
RACE:-Hispanic / Caucasian
HEIGHT:-5' 2"
WEIGHT:-127 lbs.
HAIR:-chestnut brown with dark red over tones
EYESuppy dog brown

Rebecca lived with her mother, her father had disappeared years ago leaving them in Texas, with very little money and no place to live. Dorene (her mother) had worked very hard to support her little family on her own. Becky had her father’s Hispanic spitfire determination and could go off on quite a little tangent in Spanish when provoked.

She was rather short, but well filled out. Her voluptuous body curved magnificently in all the right places. Her breasts were plump and very ample for her body frame, her waist nipped in before her womanly hips. Her derrière was nice and rounded, accenting her well-defined thighs.

IC:

I don’t know what it was about older men, but they set me on fire! The kids my age, well, they were just that…. KIDS. The guys were so immature and only wanted to “score.” I was certain that not many of them had, and shoot, even if they did they couldn’t be that good. I wanted a man who could possess my very soul. One who would treasure me, protect me, value me, and dominate me. I simply couldn’t see a young man doing that, so my interests always laid with older men. They intrigued me… What did they know? What had they done in their lives? How many women had they taken? How could I make them want me? I knew I was a looker, thank God I had been blessed with a nice body. I loved to wear little school girl skirts with a garter belt and stockings, without underwear and find some excuse to bend over in front of them, just enough that they aren’t sure if they saw something or not. What can I say, I love to tease. I love to see how I can have such a wonderful effect on men, just thinking about it makes me wet.

One of the hottest men I knew was our landlord. Every since I was 12 I had a secret crush on him. So many nights I laid in bed running my fingers along my sex and caressing my clit just thinking of him, thinking about what his face would look like if he could catch me doing this. Remembering a night months ago, hearing her mother moan in delight, how she had crept quietly up the hall to see her mother and Art together on the kitchen table. How the muscles in his back glistened with sweat, how he moved back and forth with such force sent shivers up and down her skin and made her nipples harden intensely as she felt he wetness glide down her thighs. She would have given anything to have been in her mother’s place right then.

Several times she had set up situations for him to catch glimpses of her body, and she was sure she had sparked his interest, but her age must have been what was stopping him, just like it did all men. Many times she had been very provocative and even came on to a few men, but they always left her wet and hungry. Too many feared legal repercussions of being with an underage girl. It certainly didn’t help that she looked her age or younger. Her body ached to know a man, but she would not settle for a kid, she wanted a real man and she was determined that Art was the one to take her innocence. Since turning 18 she had been planning on when and where she would make this offer to him. I used every excuse I could find to be around the place just hoping for a glance of him, to hopefully turn him on as much as he did me. I had felt the need some time to do things for him to try and please him in any way I could think of. I learned of the grounds keeper position coming open and if I could only get that job, I would see him all the time.

The day before my birthday I dressed in short cut offs and a white halter-top and took off to the laundromat to do laundry hoping that Art would be there. Luckily he was. I brought up that I would like to have the job, and to my delight he agreed, under the condition that I would keep up the Laundromat and clean his apartment once a week as well. That was music to my ears. Being in his apartment every week, ah, just the thought made me blush. Visions of his naked body, of him coming up behind me while I was bent over cleaning the bathtub, or of me making his bed and him maybe deciding that he wanted me on it instead… all of these ideas flooded my head within seconds. It was all I could do not to jump up and down with joy. “Thank you Thank You thank you” flooded out of my mouth. Without even thinking I ran over to him, threw my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts into his chest, and kissed him right on the mouth. It must have only been a second but it felt like an eternity. He put his big hands on my bare sides and gently set me back down on the floor, and my face suddenly went red. I couldn’t believe I had actually done that! He motioned to the washer that had began swishing without clothes in it and suggested that I fill it before the cycle went to far and he would have to refund the change. Without a word I spun around and swayed my hips more than normal as I walked back to the laundry.



It was the day of my graduation. Finally after 12 long years school was over! Well, until I decided to go to college, but to be honest I was in no rush. I had no idea what I wanted to do. He he, professionally that is. I had always dreamed about being an exotic dancer, but my mother would surely whoop my ass. I picked out my best dress and a lil streak of mischief surprised me. I looked over at my purse and grabbed out a picture stared at it for a second. Something about wearing this nearly see through thin dress that hovered at my thighs gave me the sense of sexual freedom. I felt so sensual and in control in this dress. Something about the way, when the light hit is just right you could see exactly what was underneath… and today that was nothing. I took one last glance in the mirror and darted out of the house.

There I was, standing at Art’s door at 7 in the morning. Surely he would think I was a stupid little schoolgirl, but I couldn’t help it, I had to see him. I couldn’t get that little kiss out of my head. The feeling of pressing my chest to his and feeling his pulse quicken and his breaths becoming shallow just wouldn’t escape my mind. I wondered if he was dressed yet, and the thought that he might not be caused my moistening need to heat up. I was just about to lose my nerve and take off when the door opened and the site of his bare chest made my feet feel like lead. Well, there he was, I needed to open my mouth before I looked really foolish.

Art,...I just wanted ...well,...I, just...I just wanted you to see how I looked cause I am having pictures taken today after graduation."

I spun swiftly enough that my skirt would fly out and possibly give him a glimpse of my wet treasure. I still had no idea of how far I would actually go. Debating as I turned back around to face him, my purse slipped out of my hands and hit the ground spilling open. I squatted down immediately to gather the contents, I didn’t plan on things going this way. GOD I am such a freaking klutz! I could find a way to ruin the most perfect moments, and totally destroy the ones that were delicate to begin with. I glance up into Art’s face while he is helping me pick up my stuff and I notice he is staring straight at my pantiless surprise. In my haste I had forgotten that I wore no panties and had on a VERY short dress. Well, it appeared as if he liked what he saw. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice the picture… Biting my lip, I knew it was inevitable. He had to have seen it. I pick it up and look him square in the face and hand it to him. It’s now or never…

 

[artful]

Art

My brain was barely capable of knitting the sounds together as I heard her say,"Art,...I have been carrying this photo you gave me in my purse for three years.Every day,...I look at it,and wonder how it would be to have you take my virginity. Tomorrow,I want to find out!"Stunned,...stupified? How can I express the emotions that raced through my being as her words echoed and reverberated through my spinning mind?

My mouth felt as if it were stuffed with cotton,.. my chest ready to explode as I was frozen,... unable to breathe!Not believing my ears,...I continued to stare up her spread open thighs,...my eyes riveted to the soft patch of shaded silkiness that enshrouded her glistening labia.The lips were small but puffed,as she appeared to be sexually excited.

To keep from exploding,...I forced myself to push out all the pent up air in my lungs,with one loud, 'whooshing' sound!The velvet smoothness of her olive complexion,the unblemished perfection of her youthful thighs,so soft yet so firm and taut, caused my cock to lurch in pain.Unable to extend itself,...trapped in my levis,...the pain was... unbearable.

Tearing my eyes away from the picture perfect cunt that was DELIBERATELY displayed,for my feasting eyes only,I shakily stood up.Still unable to talk, my cock tenting the Levis,I watched Becky pick up the last of the spilled contents.

Carelessly cramming the last items in her purse,.. she stood up and looking me straight in the eye, placed one hand on my bare chest and pushed me back through the doorway.I was totally dumbfounded!

Never would I have expected her to act this way."Yes," ...I thought to myself,"I knew she had teased me in the past,as most girls will do at THAT age of discovering,...but,...I..th..thought she was INNOCENT,...but wait,...she DID use the word VIRGINITY.Could it be true,...could it REALLY be true?"

My thoughts were interrupted by Becky kicking the door shut behind her,and launching herself against my bare chest.Her slender hands moved gracefully, touching and caressing my skin,causing me to tremble and be covered with little bumps.

Wrapping her arms about my neck,she tiptoed up to mash her full pouty lips to mine.My cock was screaming for attention as she slipped her right knee between my legs and slowly moved it up and down against my hardness.

SHOCKED,...out of control,I grunted as I tried to hold back the rushing stream of cum.My shaft lurched violently as the first thread of jism was violently expelled from my aching cock head.I couldn't help it! She had assaulted my senses in a way I had no defense.The onslaught of surprise,her captivating beauty,the words,her cunt,her hands, her lips,...then lastly her leg stroking my hardness through my levis was the last straw.

As that first jet pulsed out,to begin drenching my left thigh,I reached around Becky with both arms, cupping her ass cheeks,and slammed her lower body against my grinding hips.Her left hand gripped my neck firmly and brought my lips down harder upon hers,as she raced the other hand to wedge its way between us,and begin to urgently rub the length of my pole.

"AAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ! !SHIT !" I roared out as we broke the kiss.Searching for needed air to fill our burning lungs,we stood there while the last few pulses of cum were emptied from my tightened sacs.The girth of my 9" shaft retreated slowly,as I flexed my buttocks,and pumped the last drop through the tiny pee slit.

Becky,...having laid her head against my chest,... whispered,"Oh God Art,...I came too! Just feeling your massive hardon,...all I had to do was rub my wrist over my pussy ONE time,while I rubbed your hard on,and I gushed!Gee,I gotta clean up before I get this mess on my dress."

I watched as she walked like a duck,...waddling her way to the bathroom.Doing her best to not get any cum on her dress,she held it out and away from her inner thighs.After she had cleaned up,leaving the bathroom and walking directly toward me,she said.....................................

 

[~Artful's pet~]

"Art, ... I have been carrying this photo you gave me in my purse for three years. Every day, ... I look at it, and wonder how it would be to have you take my virginity. Tomorrow, I want to find out!"

I couldn’t believe I had said such a thing! God, what was I thinking? I immediately looked away and finish cramming everything back into my purse. Surely I could have put it better and not be so blunt… but then again, blunt was the only way I knew how to say things. *Oh geeze, now he is leaving* I think as he stands up abruptly. Times like this I wish I had some subtlety. I gracefully try to stand up to face Art. As I am standing up I notice the massive bulge from his groin. Those Levis sure are pushing maximum capacity. *Well, he must not be repulsed by what I had said. Hmmm, actually it seemed to have quite the opposite effect. What if he is as interested in me as I was in him…* I slowly moved my eyes from his bulging britches up to his wonderfully naked chest, the early morning light glistening off of the sparse light brown hairs. Just taking in this sight makes my nipples harden and I begin to grow very moist. Some how when I looked at his bare chest, which was nearly hairless, and saw his rippling muscles, I just lost my mind. Yep, that was it; I totally lost my freaking mind. That was the only thing to explain what I had said… a temporary loss of insanity. My eyes run up his chest past his unshaven face to his heavenly blue eyes that always make me stop dead in my tracks. I saw pure lust in those eyes, and I knew he wanted me. Without time to think or talk my self out of it, I bring up my left hand and place it on his chest pushing him back through the opened door.

I startled myself as the door closed behind us and I realized I had kicked it shut. By the look on his face, he was as shocked at my actions as I was. *I had the advantage here* I though as I smirked and started running my hands over his chest and arms. *He may be an older man, but he sure is built* He began to tremble under my touch. I moved the forefinger of my right hand up to his mouth and ran my finger along his lower lip, looking him straight in the eyes.

“You liked what you saw out there. You want to touch me, don’t you?” I get up on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. I press my breasts up to him and can feel his chest hair poking through the fabric of my dress. I press my lips to his and position myself over his right leg and began to rub myself on it, grinding my bare pussy into his jeans. Giving into total desire I move up and down on his leg shamelessly pleasuring myself, wishing I could feel him inside of me. Wondering what it would feel like to be able to have his throbbing shaft pulsing inside of me, filling me all the way.

I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me even closer to him, and taking my last breath totally away from me. His body went rigid and his powerful hands gripped my ass tightly, and withdrew his leg from between mine. With my left hand I grab his neck and deepen our kiss. I take my right hand and I caress the very thing I desire. It pulsates beneath my touch, the rigidity of it made me moan in delight. The increased pressure on my clit was sending waves of pleasure through my entire body, if only I could feel him inside of me!

"AAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! ! ! ! SHIT!" pierces the air and I realize he is cumming. I stand there so short of breath that I am light headed and feel like I could pass out. My entire body alive with a tingling sensation, I can feel my knees start to buckle beneath me. I lay my head onto his chest and hold on tight, trying to stabilize myself. Finally the world began to slowly come back to me and I feel the mess between my legs.

"Oh God Art, ...I came too! Just feeling your massive hard on, ...all I had to do was rub my wrist over my pussy ONE time, while I rubbed your hard on, and I gushed! Gee, I gotta clean up before I get this mess on my dress." I quickly walk to his bathroom trying to keep my dress from getting wet. After drying my mess and using a wet washcloth to get the stickiness off of my thighs, I walk back out to the living room.

“I, … I just don’t know what came over me.” I can’t quite bring myself to look him in the eyes after my brazenness. “It’s just that I have had a crush on you for 6 years and … well…” He silences me as he puts his finger to my lips.

“It’s ok, little one. I have had a desire for you as well.” Sitting on the couch, he reaches out with both hands and grabs my thighs pulling me close and guiding me to straddle him. I settle myself on his lap and lean into his chest wrapping my arms around him again and placing my head on him. I can hear his heart beat still very fast. Could this be true? Did he really desire me? He could have any woman he wants, what would he desire about a young girl? I close my eyes and enjoy the moment because it will be over all too soon. It was getting late and I had to get going.

 

[artful]

Art

Becky was all I had ever wanted in life.The realization came as I waited for her to come out of the bathroom.Well,...maybe not ALL I wanted,but she was the woman,~yes woman~,that I had yearned for to SHARE the rest of my life.

I knew I had to keep the upper hand with her,or society would pull her away into a fruitless search for happiness.She was more than any man had a right to possess,but if I was as honest with her as she was with me.We both could live happy and financially secure for the rest of her life.

"Yes,"I thought to myself,"You ARE older Art,but you really DO care about her,and you can guide her into the sexual pleasures that await for ANY woman if they would only trust the right man.Well,I knew Becky trusted me,...and I wasn't about to lose that trust."

When she came out of the batroom,I sat on the couch,reaching out with both hands and cupped the back of her thighs,pulling her close and guiding her to straddle my lap.As she lay her head against my chest,I felt at peace with the world for the first time in my life.

"Becky,it's time for you to go to school.I will expect you to come straight here when school is out,we need to talk,ok?"Lifting her head,she nodded her assent,demurely fluttered her eyes,and thinking perhaps she had gone too far said,"I am so sorry,...I just,..well,...I've...!Ohhhhh,I just don't know WHAT to say,...I,...I want you,..that's
all I know."

I kissed her saying,"It's ok baby,everything is ok,we just need to have a long talk tonight,...everything is gonna be allright,...don't worry,I am very happy.Now go,.. before you are late for school,and when you come back,I want to hear ALL about what went through your mind today,ok?"She smiled,gave me a kiss,full on the lips and happily sashayed out the door.

 

[~Artful's pet~]

Becky

Art put his hand under my chin and tilted my face up to look him in the eyes. There was something about his blue eyes, I felt as if he could see straight into my soul, like he knew everything I was thinking. He gently pulled me close to him and kissed me so tenderly. Electricity shot through my body once again.

"It's ok baby, everything is ok, we just need to have a long talk tonight, ...everything is gonna be alright, ...don't worry, I am very happy. Now go, ... before you are late for school, and when you come back, I want to hear ALL about what went through your mind today, ok?"

Hearing his reassuring voice, I couldn’t help but smile. He was right though, I had to be going, I was gonna be late as it was. Slowly I raised myself off of him, gave him a kiss, full on the lips and happily sashayed out the door.

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All day long all I could think of was Art. Visions kept flashing through my mind, visions of his tented jeans, of the look of lust and desire in his eyes. I could still feel his naked chest close to me, his rigid manhood that I still craved, NEEDED to feel inside of me. I had never had anything inside of me before; I wouldn’t allow myself to insert any toys no matter how bad I wanted to. I was still very much a virgin determined to have something REAL for the first time. I still let my fingers roam, but I would not cross that barrier that was there for a man to take. That would be my gift to him, an offering of myself sealed with blood.

I felt so alive all day, tingling with anticipation, wondering what he had in store for me when I got home. The words he said before I departed echoed thorough my head. “when you come back, I want to hear ALL about what went through your mind today” I trusted Art, and I wanted to comply with his command, but I also didn’t want to scare him. How much should I tell him? I wanted to be totally open and honest, but I was terrified about it at the same time. I had never shared these inner most thoughts with anyone, and I never dared to write them on paper. I had so many thoughts. I had visions of cleaning his house naked while he watched me and growing ever so hard as I was down on all fours scrubbing the floor, totally exposed to him. Other visions of lying on his bed naked while he teased me to the point that I thought I would lose my mind, needing him inside me, then finally taking me fast and hard as we both shudder violently with intense orgasms, bodies soaked with sweat and the smell of my wetness floating in the air. Afterwards he would hold me close to him.

How would it feel to be totally his? To be with him day and night available for his every whim… I could never tell him that! He just didn’t seem the type to want that type of responsibility, that much of a commitment. He probably wanted a wild woman with immeasurable experience, one who knew exactly how to please a man… something I obviously did not have. After all I was a virgin. I had only given a few blowjobs, but everyone who had received them had said it was the best they ever had. They even went so far as to as me where I had learned how to do it so well… truth was I never *learned* it, it just came naturally to me.

The closer I got to his door, the more nervous I got. Then I remembered his words from this morning… “It's ok baby, everything is ok, we just need to have a long talk tonight, ... everything is gonna be alright, ... don't worry, I am very happy.” They way he called me baby… it was so genuine and loving. Something about being called something so sweet calmed me down and reassured me again. Sure some women might see it as demeaning but to me it was everything. I had always wanted to be called a sweet pet name, even though “baby” was very general it still warmed my heart.

 

[artful]

Art

The doorbell rang at 2:47 P.M.,it was too early for Becky to be back from school,and though I did have the front door covered with a STANDARD video camera,It was easier to answer the door than to check the camera picture.To my delight,it WAS Becky.Her face appeared anxious and uncertain as I led her inside and closed the door.

Placing my hand on her shoulder,I turned her to walk to the couch,as we did so,she blurted out, "Oh Art,I have been thinking all day about us, please don't tease me.If you don't want me,I will understand,it's...it's ju..just th..that,...... Wrapping both arms around her young firm body,I pressed my heated lips to hers,sliding my tongue into her moist cavern.and shutting off her ability to talk.

My cock had begun to swell as soon as I had opened the door,and seen it was her.Pressing my large hands to the small of her back,I crushed her against me in a way where she could feel my thickness growing.She responded by hungrily thrusting her tongue against mine in a battle of which one would tire first.

Throwing both arms around my neck,she whimpered as her mouth devoured mine,and ground her hips against me,trying to rub her pussy where it would feel best.Dropping one arm from my neck,she slid it behind her and pressed my hands downward,down to where I easily cupped both cheeks of her taut ass.Grabbing both cheeks,squeezing them like little rubber balls because my hands were so BIG,I pulled her lower body into me HARD.

Breaking contact with our lips,I became hotter and harder as I listened to her moan and babble sweet words of submission in my ears.Her head would dance from one side of my neck to the other as she tasted my very scent.We both shuddered as our ragged breathing fought to pump enough air into our heaving lungs.

Now her hands raced over my body unbuttoning here,unsnapping there,till finally I stood before her feasting eyes,naked except for the jeans that were pooled at my feet.Staring at her flushed face,I stepped out of the jeans,and kicked them out of the way.My cock wasn't a foot long like some I had heard about,but it damn sure was a full 11" when fully erect.I knew,because I had measured it.

It now arced upwards still reaching for its maximum length.Becky's eyes had focused on it as soon as the jeans had dropped,and she didn't appear to be able to break the stare,as she stood there licking her lips.All I needed to do was unzip the back of her dress,with her kicking off her shoes,and she would be as naked as I.

Taking her left hand,I wrapped her dainty fingers around the base of my hardon,and asked her,"Do you know what to do with your hand to make me cum?" She eagerly answered,"Oh yes Art,I have done a lot of things with boys,I just would never let them stick anything in my pussy,not even a finger." Leaning around her,I unzipped her flimsy dress and watched it float lazily to her feet.She bent down as if to pick it up,but instead,fit her plush lips over the mushroom shaped tip of my cock.

Surprising me by doing so,and immediately beginning to twirl her very experienced tongue around the bulbous head,I almost ejaculated into her moistened lips.Had I not quickly pulled away,I would have.I then ordered her to rub her clit,and jack me off till we both came,adding,"When you finish your task,...then we will talk."Her eyes sparkled and danced,as she began manipulating herself while slowly stroking my manhood with her silky soft hand.