You can, and you will (closed for NCsoccermom35)

[lovingfingers]

Shawn had joined the company only a month ago as a mid level exec. He had rapidly oriented himself to the way the company worked and was already making his presence felt. Perhaps that is why he had been invited to a party at the owner's house. He had arrived reasonably on time, with an appropriate bottle of wine. A number of other people had already arrived and were mingling, some discussing company, others, mostly spouses, looking a bit bored.

He was being given the tour of the house by the hostess, when he passed a woman in the hallway. He was on his best behavior, and so did not swivel his head around to check her out. His brief look had shown him delicious curves on a small frame and a shock of vibrant red hair. She was very, very cute, and, seemed familiar somehow. His brow furrowed. He was new in town. He didn't know anyone in the area. Where had he seen her?

The tour continued as he pondered this. As they walked down the stairs to join the others, he caught sight of her again from above. By chance, she looked up at him, with an odd expression on her face. He slowed for a second as it came to him. Her!

At least he thought it was her. Just out of college, in his first job, he had scored on a good sized contract. He, and the guy he was working with, went out to celebrate. A great steak at Mortons, then a few drinks at a posh hotel bar. It was on their second round that two rather scantily dressed hookers caught their eye. Drinks followed and then an evening in a suite. He had taken pleasure with a slender red head. She had done a slow strip tease for him, even allowed him to take a couple pics of her with his phone, then sunk down on her knees in front of him. She had kept her eyes locked on his as she had blown him. It had been the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.

And now those eyes were looking at him. He stared. It had to be her.

 

[ncsoccermom35]

Sarah walked around the company party already bored. My husband had quickly volunteered to look after the kids, more because he didn't want to have to go with me than to be helpful though. I would have tried to skip this event myself, but I realized how important it is to be seem at these functions so I did my best to dress up and look presentable.

I chose a purple dress that I liked which looked formal enough to be classy but tight enough to make me feel sexy. I spent so much time getting ready I was afraid of running late, but I wanted to wear my hair down and that always took extra time. I put on a bit more makeup than I usually wear to work, mostly mascara to make my eyes stand out but not enough to overdo it.

I added a matching pair of opal earrings and my favorite pair of black heels, even though they get increasingly uncomforable the longer I have them on. I remember looking in the mirror and secretly thanking myself that I still visit the gym and go jogging every morning, at times like this all the hard work actually seemed worth it.

I got to the party a little late but still managed to be one of the first from the company to arrive. I had a glass of champagne and made the usual small talk, walking around to make sure I made all the right introductions. There were numerous people there from the company, a quite a few others who looked new. I realized some of them were businees partners or maybe even just associates from a past deal, but as more people began to show up there were fewer familiar faces.

I finished my glass of champagne and happened to look up and notice a man watching me as he walked down from the second floor. I didn't recognize him but something about the way he was staring at me made me a little nervous. I looked at his face, trying to place him but was having no luck. I can clearly see his eyes widen as he slows down in recognition, which only unnerves me.

I quickly turn and walk as quick as I can into another room, feeling my stomach turn over as I do my best not to panic. "You're being irrational" I tell myself. "Imagining things...it's just been a long day and I'm overtired. Maybe the champagne has gone straight to my head."

I force myself to slow down and relax, knowing I'm just being paranoid. I take a deep breath and remind myself who I am now before trying to smile again.

 

[lovingfingers]

Shawn reached the first floor and thanked his hostess for the tour. He made certain to keep his eyes on her eyes, and not the figure below. She was a looker, as his grandfather would say, but was dressed quite conservatively. That made sense. The owner of the company was said to be quite traditional.

Shawn stepped into a half bath for a moment. While washing his hands, he checked himself in the mirror. His tweed jacked fit his shoulders well, tapering to his narrow waist. He ran his hand through his dark auburn hair. "Looking very respectable," he thought, exiting.

He wandered about, greeting his colleagues. He heard a small group chatting and then someone call his name. "Yes?" he said quizzically, stepping towards the group. He immediately saw that the red head was with them, and avoiding his look. The fellow who had called him continued, "we were just talking about Smith and Henley. You worked for them, didn't you?"

Shawn smiled, "yeah, my first job actually, right out of college. It was a good place to work, for a small company. The town had a lot to offer, and the college right there too."

"Sarah went to school there. Do you two know each other?" one of the women commented brightly.

Shawn's eyes widened. It had to be her. I had to be. He looked at Sarah, who was looking back at him, her face a little pale.

"No, I am afraid not. I would have remembered someone with that gorgeous hair," he said casually, "when were you there?"

As the others laughed, he thought, "I would and do remember that hair, and those eyes, and those pouty lips that looked so good wrapped around my cock."

 

[ncsoccermom35]

I take a deep breath and force myself to walk back downstairs, again telling myself how foolish I'm being letting my imagination get the best of me. I find one woman I work with that I actually like talking in a small group in the back area of the house. She smiles when we see each other and introduces me to the group of men she's been talking to.

As we are standing there talking one of the men calls out "Shawn, come over here" and as I look up I can feel all the air going out of me. I see the same familiar looking face which brought up memories from the past walking towards us and I feel just like I'm dying a little inside.

I quickly look down and try to think of a way to walk away, get out of this conversation before it starts without drawing too much attention to myself. Before I can take a step I hear my friend excitedly telling everyone I went to college in the same town you got your first job. I can feel my insides go to ice and try not to panic but force myself to raise my eyes from the floor.

I look up and find him staring at me, looking me right in the eye and seeminly right through me. I feel a little weak in the knees as all the blood runs from my face and I see recognition in his eyes.

I can see the others smiling as he compliments my hair, one of my hands absentmindedly runs through my hair as I prey nobody notices how paniced I feel inside.

I force myself to calm down and not stutter as I reply, "I'm not sure...it was the mid 90's when I was there."

 

[lovingfingers]

I feign a geriatric voice, "Not sure, all the way back in the nineties. Those were the days."

This brought some laughter from those around us, and perhaps a tiny smile from you. Clearly, to me at least, you look distressed. Maybe you remember me as well as I do you.

From where I am standing, I can take in your whole body. You look gooood, and I think back to what we did and what we didn't have time to do. You had made some pretty hot suggestions then and I wondered whether you would be up to them now?

"I was around then, but didn't frequent the school much, so we probably didn't have the pleasure," I commented, "small world though."

Everyone nodded sagely.

"But maybe we know someone in common. S&H had interns from the college," I continued, "how about lunch some time?"

I stopped, and put my hand to my mouth, "unless you are my boss's boss or something."

This elicited a little more laughter.

I extended my hand, "Sorry, I am fairly new here. Shawn Francis, product development."

 

[ncsoccermom35]

I hear you joke and do my best to act natural and laugh, even though I'm forcing it. I try my best not to make eye contact with you but your smile brings the past back into focus. I quickly shake my head to try and keep the memories from resurfacing and act normal in from of my co-workers.

I can feel color rising in my cheeks and do my best to breath deep and relax. The strapless bra and all it's padding feels like it's constricting the air and I wish I'd worn something which wasn't as tight. I sacrifice a lot of my free time going to the gym and waking up early to go jogging every morning. I don't have the body I did when I was 20 but I do feel confident with my appearance after having 2 children.

I hear you making jokes and my friends laughing, normally very talkative I struggle to find any type of response. I hear your offer of lunch and can't help but notice my friend raising her eyebrows and looking at me in an exaggerated grin and playfully elbowing me in the ribs.

I feel trapped all over again with everyones eyes on me as you extend your hand. Forcing a generated smile I reach out and reply, "I'm Sarah Stinson, Human Resources"

 

[lovingfingers]

I take your hand and notice how warm and slightly moist your skin is. My, you are tense. I smile congenially, "nice to meet you Sarah."

I release your hand and notice your other hand runs through you hair again. I see the flash of a wedding band and begin to put the picture together. You have moved up in the world, married, working for a large company, very respectable, and probably very keen that no one know of your past. And now HR. Well, you did take very good care of me.

I notice you are breathing a little hard, and decide now is not the time to get nostalgic. I glance over your friend's shoulder and see my boss. I grin at everyone, "well, nice chatting with you all, but I have a few more people I have to suck up to."

And with varying tones of laughter, some rueful, I walk over to my boss. As I do, I can't help but think, "oh, this is going to be interesting." I greet and chat with my boss, who introduces me to a number of people. I lose sight of you, but tell myself that you are not going anywhere. Part of me wants to get home, wondering if I still have those couple pics of you. Part of me ponders whether there is anyway I could speak with you privately tonight.

 

[ncsoccermom35]

I do my best to smile and offer a polite laugh at your joke as you dart away, doing my best to keep my hands from shaking. I barely notice my friend telling me how 'hot' she thinks he is and ignore her sly remark about if I wasn't going to take up your offer of lunch she surely would.

I try to take a deep breath and calm down, realizing how fast my heart is beating I excuse myself from the small group. As I hurry to walk away I take a wrong step and my ankle bends awkwardly in my heels, something I haven't done since I started wearing them in high school. I can feel my face blushing with more than embarassment as I ignore the pain and walk as quickly as my throbbing ankle will allow.

I act like I don't even hear one of my colleagues asking if I'm okay as I limp past him to the bathroom. I shut the door hard and quickly lock it, leaning against the back of it almost panting. I sit down on the toliet with the seat down and do my best to control my breathing. I close my eyes and I can see his face, sitting at the bar drinking and laughing so many years ago. I remember me and my friend dressing up in clothes so skimpy they would have made my family disown me. We had been drinking all night and had gone to the ladies room to get high right before we came out and I laid eyes on him for the first time.

 

[lovingfingers]

*flashback*

I was in high spirits as I sipped my second drink. One good thing about an expensive hotel bar are the clientele. Men with money came her and women looking for men with money came here. I was casually looking about the room, enjoying the eye candy, when I saw you come out of the restroom. Your red hair was caught in the light and drew my eye. When you passed out of the spotlight, I scanned down the rest of your body. Your dress was so revealing and short. It spoke of being able to be removed fast, or of a zipless fuck. Your friend was equally impressive. I glanced at my friend and saw he was looking your way too.

I got up and walked directly to you. I could see you looking at me, sizing me up? The closer I got, the more I was certain you were professionals or just seasoned bar sluts. I stopped a few feet away and smiled, "My friend and I are celebrating. Care to join us for a drink?"

Bald, I know, but I was on my second drink and feeling like nothing could not be mine. And right now, I want you.

 

[ncsoccermom35]

*flashback*

I remember feeling so wild and giggling as Bree and I walk out of the restroom both high as we could be. She had been to this hotel before but like a lot of this, it was new to me. I had felt ridiculous in the dress at first, feeling uncomfortable showing off so much...but now with my head soaring I could care less.

It was a dark blue dress made of small squares of shiny material similar to a disco ball. It was incredibly short, came up over my chest to tie behind my neck with an open back. It belonged to Bree so it wasn't as tight on me as it would be on her, but it still left little to the imagination.

My legs were short but I still had obvious muscle tone in my thighs, and my ass had always been round and pronounced...which made the material curve to cover it, making it that much shorter. I couldn't wear a bra with this dress, which was a first for me, but they are so small and pert that I've never had an issue with them sagging. I had finished off my outfit with a small pink thong and 4" black heels.

I can hear Bree whisper to me about someone checking us out a moment before a very well dressed man approaches us smiling. I can feel his eyes on me which normally would have made me uncomfortable, but remembering why we were there and feeling more uninhibited from the drugs I smile and respond, "Sure" even though I know I'm not 21.

 

[lovingfingers]

*flashback*

I grinned broadly, and gestured towards my friend. I watched you pass, my eyes drinking in your slender curves as you pass. Your breasts bounce so invitingly as you move and I feel my temperature rise a degree. Your friend follows you and I step beside her. My eyes are drawn to the cheeks of your ass, flexing as you walk. God, what a cute ass!

Your friend brushes against me, obviously following my eyes. "So, would you like to part-ay?"

I glance over at her, and see the body type my friend prefers, "uh huh, you two available?"

"Definitely," she smiled back, "I'm Bree."

"Shawn," I reply as I return to the table. Introductions are made and I learn your name. I order a bottle of champagne and we engage in small talk. The waitress opens the bottle and pours for all of us, a small smirk on her face. I am sure she has seen it all.

You two are both very giggly, and that is pleasant, both the sound and the shaking of your breasts as you do. I know where this is going, but my mind is already there. I want to see the expression on your face when I thrust into you.

As we near the end of the bottle, I mouth, "get a room," to my friend. He grins and ambles off towards the lobby. Our waitress returns, collecting the empty bottle and glasses. I ask her for another bottle "to go." She rolls her eyes slightly, but smiles and returns with a bucket of ice with a bottle. I pay our tab and tip her generously. She smiles genuinely at that.

"Shall we?" I ask, as I take up our bottle and head towards the lobby. My friend meet us at the elevators and we enter. Bree has seen his looks and presses close to him. The doors open and we exit. Thirty steps later, we are in our suite, generously appointed, two king size beds in adjoining rooms. I set the bucket down, and mutter, "glasses?"

I see a set next to a pitcher of water. Not flutes, just glasses. I walk over to them, joking, "I guess we will have to rough it."

I take a couple and turn back towards the center of the room, to find you standing in front of me. I grin at the surprise, "hello!"

 

[ncsoccermom35]

I can feel Bree's eyes on me as we sit and drink at the small table, the champagne going straight to my head as I drink liberally, trying to drown the butterflies in my stomach. I can feel the waitress's eyes on me, judging my friend and I with her fake smile every time she visits our table.

Bree makes a point of not smiling when she does come over and gives her a look which, if could kill, would drop her dead on the spot. The room is literally spinning when we finish the bottle, and I can feel Bree's hand on my thigh under the table as she leans over to whisper, "We are gonna make some money tonight girl!" excitedly.

I can see her smiling at both of you, the outline of her nipples obvious against the small satin top which leaves very little to the imagination. I feel a twinge of jealousy at her large, fake chest and the attention she gets but do have to admit how good she looks exposing her belly and most of her back.

Bree and I look at each other as one of the men gets up while the other pays the tab, once again bringing the judgemental waitress to our table...but at least she didn't card me I think as she cuts her eyes at me. I hear the one named Shawn order another bottle to go but don't really understand what's going on until Bree takes my hand and whispers to me "Showtime".

Bree is all over the other guy when he comes back and I feel a little nervous as I follow all three to the elevator. She is even more flirtatous on the way up, giggling and pressing her ample body all over the man beside her. I can feel myself gasp when we finally get to the room, having never been inside anything this nice.

I'm distracted quickly by Bree grabbing my arm and whispering out loud, "Make sure to get the money first" before he guy half drags her into one of the bedrooms.

I take a deep breath and bite my lip as I turn to Shawn, walking over to where he is with the new bottle of champagne. I nervously run my hand through my chin legnth red hair, hoping it is still in place as I glance down to check my outfit.

I run both hands down my sides to smooth the wrinkles out and can't help but feel a bit nervous about what is about to happen but am secretly glad you brought more alcohol.

 

[lovingfingers]

I am standing with glasses in my hands, and you are standing directly between me and the champagne. I look down at you, and can see you are thinking. Your expression is not predatory, like Bree's. That girl was built for and down to business.

I pause, not sure about the etiquette of the situation. I set the glasses down behind me, saying softly, "um, not to break the mood, but am I supposed to pay you now?"

I can see you blush a little and nod. Blushing? I wonder if you are new to this. I reach into my pocket and take my wallet. I open it and take out three hundred dollar bills. I can see you looking at them. "Enough for now?" I ask, "I am a generous tipper."

You nod again. I fold the bills twice and bring a hand to your chest. With one finger, I pull your top open just enough to slip the bills part was inside. I purse my lips as I do, "God, you are sexy."

You smile even broader, then turn, walk to the table and discreetly put the bills into your purse. My eyes drink in your every movement. You take the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and turn back towards me. You cradle the base with one hand and grip the neck with the other. "Bet you could pop the cork with a couple strokes," I joke.

I am rewarded by a giggle. You look soooo good, I wish I had a... an idea. I pull my phone from my pocket, engage the camera and focus on you. "Smile," I tease. I see your face light up with a clearly drunken smile. Click!

"Beautiful," I continue, "now walk towards me, and hold that bottle like you mean it."

You do both and to my cock hardening excitement, actually stroke the neck a bit. Click!

Then you are less than two feet in front of me. The bottle of champagne against your chest. The cold of the bottle has given you goosebumps and hardened your nipples. Click!

I reach over and take the bottle from you, breathing, "Let's open this in a bit. I don't think I can wait any longer."

 

[ncsoccermom35]

I am taken aback when you bring up the subject of money but am so releived when you just hand me the cash I exhale and immediately relax a bit now that it's out of the way...and I didn't even have to bring it up. I can feel my heart racing a little, partly from the money and also from knowing what is most likely about to happen next.

I stand still looking up at you as you walk over with such a friendly smile. I watch your hand but don't move an inch as you pull my dress away from my chest, sliding the money next to my small breasts. I can feel your eyes on me as I turn to put the money away and reach for the bottle of champagne, prepared to drink quite a bit more to cement my courage.

I giggle when you joke about making the bottle 'pop' but can feel my mouth open in shock when you pull out your cell phone to photograph me. Red flags are going off in my mind, telling me that this isn't right...I shouldn't let anyone take pictures of me dressed like this, much less images of me doing more. I can see the excitement in your eyes and hold the bottle close to me, slowly walking towards you and shaking my hips.

My mind is racing, thinking back to the other men I've seen doing this with Bree. You have been so nice and acted like a gentleman...and you're so handsome I decide to just go with it. I shake my head to get my hair out of my face and walk up to you, doing my best to appear confident.

I can only watch as you take the bottle from me, the buldge in your slacks obvious just like the hunger in your eyes. I remind myself why I'm there and make a show of licking my pouty lips and slowly running both of my hands across the sides of my breasts to my hips, one hand pulling at the hem of my dress...exposing more of my thigh teasingly.

"What is it you'd like from me?"

 

[lovingfingers]

I grin broadly as you tease me, licking your lips and exposing your thigh. Perhaps you are experienced... And then you ask what I want.

"Hmmmm," I ponder, "what don't I want from you Sarah?"

I set my phone down, take the bottle of champagne and begin to remove the protective foil, "but for a start, I would like you to slowly strip for me. Show me your beautiful body. And then, I would really like you to kneel down in front of me, and give me a deep, sloppy blowjob."

I watch your face as my request register, then add, "and I want you to swallow, every drop."

I am feeling like the king of the world as you back up a little and begin to run your hands over your body, pulling up your dress a little, giving me little peeks. Your turn and bend over deeply, giving me a superb upskirt view. I swallow hard as you reach up and lower your thong down your legs, exposing your sex for me. You straighten up and back towards me, lifting up your hair, exposing the knot of your dress at the back of your neck, inviting me to undress you.

 

[ncsoccermom35]

I blush a little and look down when you answer me, feeling foolish for even having asked. I look back up and find you staring into my eyes as you smile a little and tell me how you want me on my knees. I can feel my cheeks burning a little and find myself biting my lip as I hear you slowly and clearly say "swallow, every drop".

I take a few steps back, trying to find my resolve and tell myself that you are attractive, have been nice, and did already pay me...

I roll my head back and put both hands in my hair, brushing it back and running my tongue over my lips as slowly nod once. My hands move from my hair to my chest, cupping both breasts and squeezing, my fingers tracing the outline of my nipples then pinching them softly to make them erect and more visible through the sheer top.

I close my eyes as my hands roam down to my full hips, I slowly move them in a circle as I pull on my dress, moving it up my thighs inch by inch. I pull the tight dress up over my hips, enough to expose the small lace thong I have on. I look over at you and see the hunger in your eyes, which does make me a little nervous but also does wonders for my confidence.

I turn my body around so my back is towards you and bend over with my dress still hiked up over my waist. I rotate my ass side to side and take a deep breath....then, moving slowly and deliberately I hook both thumbs into the string of my thong and peel it from my body. I shake my ass and let it slide out from between my cheeks and fall down my legs to the floor. I put both hands on my knees and lean over a bit more, showing you the small, thin stripe of red hair that is just barely visible over my pink lips.

I reach behind and slowly pull my cheeks apart, glad I don't have to face you right at this moment. I put one hand on the back of my thigh and run it up my leg to my ass, I softly spank one side and then stand up, letting my dress fall back down to cover me.

I take a deep breath and slowly walk over to you then turn around. I pull my hair up and lean my head forward, "Can you untie my dress?" I ask softly.

 

[lovingfingers]

I feel like its my birthday and I am unwrapping a fabulous gift, my own personal fuck toy. I slide my hands over your shoulders and feel you tremble. I undo the knot at the back of your dress and let the straps fall. I see another set to straps further down, that hold the dress tight around your narrow waist. My hands travel down your back, feeling the muscles in your back, and untie that one too. I see you shimmy a little and the dress slips down and falls to the floor. I groan a little, seeing your body from behind, finally naked. You really do have an amazing ass. You don't turn around yet, and my fingers stroke your back and the cheeks of your ass. I am sorely tempted to bend you over and take you, but tell myself, "all in good time."

I set a couple fingers on one of your shoulders and give a nudge for you to turn around. You do so, facing me, dropping your hands that had been covering your breasts. I grin broadly, a true red head. And, you are blushing again. You are so different than Bree, who we can both hear from the adjacent room, groaning and talking dirty. My fingers continue to explore you, wending their way over your neck and shoulders, down between your breasts. I cannot help but play with your nipples, so pink and delicious looking. I pinch and flick them gently and am pleased to see you shuddering again.

They slide lower, down over your taut belly and the curves of your hips. The brush the top of your little patch of red hair, when I feel your hands on mine, stopping them, as you kneel down in front of me. I feel your hands on my thighs, stroking me through my pants. I love the point of view as I look down at you undoing my pants, the color of your hair, the shape of your body. For now, all mine.

 

[ncsoccermom35]

I take a deep breath and tell myself not to flinch as you untie my dress, first from around my neck and then my waist. I can feel your hands on my back and shake my body enough to make the dress fall to the floor. Your hands move down my back, slowly touching me and then resting on my firm, round behind.

I turn around for you and hesitantly remove my hands from my small breasts. I can feel my face blushing, embarassed as always of my small breasts. I inhale sharplly as your hands caress my neck, going so slow you tickle my skin. Your hands eventually find my chest, each hand covering my entire breast as you gently sqeeze them.

I close my eyes when you pinch my small but sensative nipples, instantly making them erect so they stand out almost half an inch from my chest. You pinch harder and my body quivers a little, making me a little weak in the knees.

All of the sudden your hands are moving lower and my eyes open abruptly when I feel your hand between my legs. I take a deep breath and drop down to my knees, putting my small hands on your thighs. I move my hands slowly up and find something hard behind your zipper, which doesn't surprise me at all.

I look up at you with my hazel eyes and lick my lips before biting on the pouty bottom one, one hand rubbing your erection through your pants as the other works on unfastening your belt. I take both hands to undo your belt and zipper, opening your slacks and pulling your dress shirt free. I lean forward and pull your shirt up enough to kiss your lower belly as my hands pull your underwear and slacks down at the same time.

I wrap my small, pale fingers around your cock and slowly begin to play with it, sliding my hand up and down as I continue to kiss your stomach...slowly working my way down. I stop and look up at you from my knees on the floor, placing one hand on the base of your cock and whispering, "You're pretty big"

Still holding onto the base of your throbbing member I close my eyes and slowly reach my tongue out to lick the head. I tease the head for a minute then slowly lick the bottom of your shaft, making sure to look up at you again before I open up and slowly take your dick in my mouth.

I keep my hand around you as my mouth begins to move up and down while moving you in circles at the same time. My lips wrap tight around your dick so no teeth touch you as I suck harder, using my tongue on the underside of you at the same time.

I can hear Bree crying out "Fuck me!" from the next room as I noisily slurp on your dick naked on my knees in front of you.

 

[lovingfingers]

I hiss quietly through my teeth as you begin to bob your head on my cock. You have done a good job of teasing me, licking the head and shaft. You look so youthful as I gaze down at you, your sweet face and slender breasts. Cradle robbing are the words that make me grin wickedly. But you clearly know what you are doing. Your nipples are hard little erasers as you keep your eyes locked with mine, sucking my cock. I can feel my balls start to tighten, and think, "no, not yet, make her work for it."

I bring one hand down, taking your hand off my cock, "No hands, just your mouth. And... put your hands behind your back."

I see something flash through you eyes as you stop. The head still in your mouth, you put your hands behind your back and clasp them. You start sucking the head a little harder, running your tongue over it inside your mouth. I grin as I tease you, "such a sweet face for a dirty cocksucker."

I watch your face redden. Blushing, again? I slide one hand into your thick red hair and see your eyes widen. I pull my cock from your mouth and rub the head over your lips, then over your cheeks and face. Your lipstick smears and your face is moistened with saliva. "There," I leer, "now you look more like a cock sucking whore."

I tap your face with my cock, gently slaps, "You want this? You want my cock?"

I see you nod and hold it back, "tell me slut. Tell me you want it. Beg for it."

This was way too much fun. You can't pull this shit with a girlfriend. But I owned you for the time being and was going to make the most of it.

When you had replied to my satisfaction, I pulled your head to my cock. Your mouth opened immediately and I filled it with cock. I moved your head up and down, making you bob much deeper than before, "that's it, suck it deep cunt. I know you can do better than that."

I hear your moan around my cock. Your face and chest is beet red, but your nipples and aereola are swollen hard. "mmmm, you like this, don't you slut?" I tease, "sucking a stranger's cock. I bet your pussy is wet, isn't it?"

I see your eyes lid. "PLay with yourself bitch. Pinch those hard nipples. Slide a finger into your hot slit."

I am getting hotter by the minute and begin to rock my hips, pushing my cock deeper in your mouth. I can hear you are having difficulty taking it so deep and hiss, "suck it slut."

 

[ncsoccermom35]

I close my eyes and can feel the head of your cock so hard against my face as you take it from my mouth and rub it across my cheeks. I can feel my lipstick smearing along with the saliva from my mouth as you rub it across my face, coating my cheeks and almost drawing on me with your dick.

I can feel the lipstick I was so careful to apply on my cheeks and can see traces of it on your member right before you slap it on the side of my face. I can hear you asking me if I want it as you hit the other side even harder. The third slap makes me nod, actually feeling the sting of it and wondering if it will leave a bruise.

"Beg for it" I hear you say after calling me a slut. I can tell how serious you are by the tone of your voice...so different now than how you acted downstairs.

"Let me suck you" I say quietly and feel your cock hit my face again in disapproval.

I close my eyes for a second to steady myself and take a deep breath. I look up at you from my knees on the floor and lick my pouty lips, "Please let me suck your big dick...put it back in my mouth." I can see your eyes on me, judging and I add, "You can fuck my face"

I see an almost evil smirk from you before you grab my head and snatch me towards you, opening my mouth just as you literally slam it back into my mouth. I hear myself choke and tears well up in my eyes as you force it against the back of my throat, your balls hitting my chin.

I feel your hand in my hair, gripping it in a deathgrip as you begin to jerk my head back and forth as I struggle with your cock hitting the back of my throat. I try to breath through my nose as you gag me with it, making me cough even with your dick still in my mouth. The corners of my mouth feel like they are being ripped as you start to pound my face, calling me a cunt as you assault my face.

Your hand grips my hair tighter, so hard it feels like you're about to pull it out by the roots when you tell me to play with myself. When I hesitate I can feel you jerk my head back and stare down at me, threatening me without words.

I reach up and put both my hands on my small breasts and feel so embarassed at how hard my nipples are. I can't help but moan around your cock as I pinch my nipples, amazed at just how sensative they are right now. I look up at you and see you nodding, indicating my vagina as your hips begin to move faster, your balls bouncing against my chin.

I make sure you can see one of my hands moving down between my legs and I can't believe how wet I am. My clit is already swollen as you fuck my face, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust now.

I can feel your dick throbbing and going harder and faster into my mouth as you do your best to force it down my throat. I put both hands on the sides of your hips to try and keep you from gagging me but I hear you say "Suck it slut" and slap the side of my face with the hand not holding onto my hair.

I put one hand on your ass and the other on your balls, slurping loudly...doing my best to try and finish you off. I pull my mouth away and make sure to make eye contact with you, I spit on the head of your dick and lick the head before opening my mouth and taking it all the way in, caressing the bottom of your thick shaft with my tongue. I can feel the back of my throat turning raw, but at least it has gone somewhat numb allowing me to at least suck you without gagging as much.

You reach down and pinch my nipple while twisting it, making me cry out with your dick still in my mouth calling me a slut as your breath gets heavier.

 

[lovingfingers]

I had actually slapped you. I had never done anything close to that with any other girl, but something about you was bringing out the animal in me. And it seemed to bring out the slut in you. Our eyes locked as you spat on my dick, before taking it deep again. Your hands were on my ass and balls, working me, trying to get me off.

"Fucking slut," I breathed, as I reach down to pinch one of your nipples. "Such hard nipples on such small tits," I taunt you. I hear you cry out around my cock, your body shaking, and it sets me off. I grab your head with both hands and thrust. He feel the head push into your throat as I start to cum. Almost immediately, you start to gag and cough and convulse. I hold your head on my cock, as several more spurts of cum pulse into your throat. Through clenched teeth, I growl, "swallow it bitch, every drop."

I am startled and release your head when I hear applause. You immediately start coughing, cum spilling from your mouth, as I look up to see my friends clapping loudly, Bree next to him, applauding a little less enthusiastically. I look back down at you, still coughing, wiping your face with the back of your hand. You are a mess, lipstick, spit and cum dripping off your face onto your chest. Your face is beet red again, and your eyes are wet, as you get up and excuse yourself a minute. I watch your ass twitch as you walk to the bathroom and close the door.

I shake my head as I turn and grab the bottle of champagne. I pop the cork and offer it to Bob and Bree. I fill three glasses and sit down on the couch. Bob sits at the other end and Bree wedges in between us, I can see that her thighs are wet and her chest flushed. And what a chest!

She follows my gaze and asks me, "satisfied?"

Despite having had a wild orgasm, I replied, "no, not really. I told Sarah that she should swallow."

I gestured to the mess on the floor, and continued, "didn't happen."

Bree spoke to me in a very cute girl voice, "poor baby. Well, she is new to this, and you are awfully big. I bet I could make everything better."

Bob was looking amused as Bree pressed her tits against my arm, trying to placate me. I see you exit the bathroom, looking cleaned up and collected, watching the three of us. I reached over to Bree and squeezed one of her large, fake tits, and said, "As much as I would enjoy that, I think that Sarah needs to make things right. Sarah, come here."

I stook up as you walk over and stand by me. "Sarah, I am quite disappointed," I begin, "I told you to swallow and you didn't. Some of my cum is over there, on the floor. I want you to lick it up."

You look at me, then Bree, then me again. I take your hair again, "what are you waiting for?" I drag you down onto all fours, pulling your head towards the drops of cum. I feel you resisting, so I take the other hand and raise it. Whack! I begin to spank your ass hard. "Lap it up, you useless whore." Whack! Whack! Whack!

I look over at Bree, "get to work. Get Bob hard again. He is going to fuck her. We both are."

 

[ncsoccermom35]

I can feel you pinching down on my small nipple, twisting it so hard I cry out even with your cock buried in my mouth. Both of your hands clamp on the sides of my head and you thrust hard as you can, forcing your dick down the back of my throat as it explodes violently.

Your hands are clamped around my head like a vise, giving me no option but to try and swallow the hot, salty sperm jumping from the head of your dick. I cough again and again, trying to breath through my nose as stream after stream of cum hits the back of my throat choking me.

I gag out loud and am so scared I'm going to vomit, my eyes are watering profusely but you keep gripping my head. It's so difficult to breathe I begin to see stars and feel faint when all of the sudden you let me go. Only when I'm on the ground in front of you coughing do I hear the clapping behind me.

Trying to catch my breath with tears running down my cheeks I lean over on all fours and cough again as what seems like a huge amount of cum flies out of my small mouth. I can see a thick strand slowly oozing from my mouth which is connected and adding to the pool on the floor in front of me.

I look up and see Bree and Bob both looking down at me, and only one looks like they have any sympathy at all. Blushing bright red I stand up and walk quickly to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

I can hear voices but am distracted by how rough I look when I glance in the mirror. All the heavy mascara I was wearing has run down both cheeks, making me look more like a football player than a girl. My cheeks are red with lipstick and saliva and I still have traces of cum on my chin and neck.

I take a long time washing off and end up removing all my makeup. I stall as long as I can but know I will have to face everyone, so I take a deep breath and open the bathroom door reminding myself that at least Bree is there.

I see all three of you sitting on the couch and your hand on one of her breasts. I can see her smiling and immediately assume you're going to want her-it wouldn't be the first time that happened. Men seem to be attracted to her body and how open she is about sex...but I find myself shocked when you ask me over.

I take a moment to even begin walking, not even sure I heard you right. I see you stand up when I get close and feel like you're almost speaking a foreign language when you speak. I honestly thought I had done a good job..done what you wanted, my mouth opens in shock when I hear you mention not swallowing it all.

I try to respond but can only stare at you like you're crazy with my mouth hanging open. I look at you, then to Bree, knowing you can't really be serious. Out of nowhere I can feel your hand in my hair, gripping it so hard and dragging me behind you. I let out a small scream as strands on my hair are ripped from my scalp as you drag me to the floor.

You let go of my hair to grab the back of my neck and push me face first into the pool of cum on the carpet, I can feel my nose pressed so hard against the floor I react and try to sit up. I hear the words "useless whore" right before a red hot pain sears my ass as you hit me.

I cry out, jumping as your hand slaps me again harder. Before I can speak or even try to do what you're asking you hit me again, making me scream even as you do it over and over, turning my round ass bright red.

Tears are running down my cheeks again as you slap my ass, harder and harder...both my knees already are beginning to get rug burn from how hard you're pushing my body across the floor with each strike.

"Get Bob hard again. He is going to fuck her. We both are"

I shake my head in fear and look over to Bree, pleading for help. I watch as she looks at me and without changing expression tells you, "This rough stuff is going to cost extra". I watch you nod and smile wickedly as she nods back and lowers her head into Bobs lap.

 

[lovingfingers]

Hearing your cries and resistance has only fueled my lust for you. I pull your head so you are looking at me again, "What part of being a whore do you not understand? You are here to do anything we want. Got it?"

I sit down on the floor and partly lie back, "Now, get on top of me and fuck me."

My cock is pointing towards the ceiling as you slowly clamber on top of me, taking my cock in your hand, guiding it to your pussy. I feel you rub the head along your slit, and the sudden warmth and wetness. "Yeah, nice and wet," I taunt you, "I know you love this. Now fuck me."

I put my hands on your shoulders and push you down onto my cock. My lengths spears up into you, forcing itself past your tight rings of muscle. You cry out again, your hands clasping me hard. I roll my hips and start fucking you from beneath. You begin to rock against me, churning my cock inside you. I slide my hands down to your small breasts, and start to pinch your nipples.

We rock and grind like this for several minutes, when I look at you, "ever taken it in the ass?"

 

[ncsoccermom35]

My ass feels like it's on fire when I move, my skin still stinging from the spanking you gave. It seems almost like you're talking to someone else when I hear you order me to get on top of you. When I don't immediately move I see the anger in your eyes and wipe the tears off my cheeks and move towards your lap.

I try not to moan when the raw skin on my behind touches you and grab your throbbing cock with one hand. I'm shocked at just how thick it is, my small hand barely able to wrap around it. I'm at a loss to recall ever having been with anyone this size, staring down at the huge almost purple head of your swollen dick. I staddle your hips with my body and reach down, rubbing the head up and down my lips and am completely shocked at how wet I am.

I halfway close my eyes as I rub my clit with your cock, hearing you tell the entire room how wet my vagina is. From my spot on the floor I can clearly hear Bree's mouth, slurping loudly on Bob.

"We're going to need to put a condom on you" I say quietly. Your eyes meet mine and without a word you put your hands on both my shoulders and pull my small body down on you.

I can feel your thick cock slide up and inside me, spreading my vagina open as I cry out even as both your hands lock around my waist holding me on your lap. I brace myself by putting both my own hands on your shoulders as you flex your hips and drive your erect cock deeper inside me. You begin to thrust up, driving inside me over and over, building a rythm as you start to fuck my small body.

I cry out again when your hands find my nipples...I can feel my face blushing again as I move my hips, grinding down on you and meeting your thrusts. I push back against you more and more, the wet slapping sounds of our bodies echoing across the bedroom. I start to move faster, sweat breaking out on my pale skin as I lean back and gyrate my hips harder to meet your thrusts.

I can feel myself getting even wetter as your dick rubs against my clit as you pound up into me, making me fall forward so we are face to face. I see your eyes looking into my own with lust and almost animal like hunger.

"Ever take it in the ass" I hear you ask and I'm skaing my head no before you can get the entire question out. All of the sudden I feel your strong hands on my body, lifting me up off your cock. My vagina feels empty all at once without you huge member inside me, filling me up.

You forefully turn me around so I'm facing Bob and Bree and put one hand on my hip, I can feel you guiding your dick with the other hand when it pokes me from behind.

"N...No wait.." i say, wanting to explain I've never done it and that if you have to at least use some of the lube I know Bree always carries. Instead all I can do is sqeeze my eyes closed and cry out again as you find my virgin hole, holding one of my bruised cheeks to the side as you push yourself in me.

 

[lovingfingers]

My dick is almost literally dripping with your juices when I pull out of your pussy. I have wanted to take your ass from the first moment I saw you naked. I am focussing on pushing the head of my cock into your tight hole, when Bree plops down next to you and drapes herself of your back. She is thrusting those big tits out and looking all cute, saying in a young voice, "C''mon mister, be nice to that poor girl's virgin ass."

Before I can say anything, she squirts some lube on my cock and your rose bud. "Now," she says happily, "fuck her." I am not sure whether to be turned on or annoyed, but I grab your hips and press. My cock sinks deeper into you. I start giving you short thrusts, pushing past your tight resistance, taking your virgin ass. Your cries are intense and arousing. Bob has moved in front of you, and has tilted your head up, sinking his cock into your mouth. We both start fucking you, some times see saw and sometime together, your mouth and ass filled with cock. Bree has settled back against the wall, making cat calls and urging us on, while fingering her shaved snatch.

I grin at Bob, calling," break." He stops and looks at me oddly. I shift and slide my legs between yours. When I am seated, I pull you back on top of me, my cock still in your ass. I force you down onto me, while I spread your legs. Bob gets the idea and moves towards us both, holding your legs apart, his cock heading towards your wet cunt.