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Blue Swede – Hooked On A Feeling
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mmm softly, roughly, whatever from behind
The sun poured into the room and Matt, already with a morning hard-on rubbed her shoulder to wake her up. “Hey sleepy girl.”
Gayle stirred from the crook of his arm where she must have moved up to in the night. “What time is it?”
“Morning! Now let’s go shower.” He popped from the bed and took her hand. “C’mon.”
She let herself be tugged to the bathroom where they stood naked together in steamy watery bliss. Matt soaped her up and seemed to love getting under her slippery boobs. For her part she reached back and stroked his semi-erect cock. She couldn’t get her fingers around it but Matt didn’t seem to mind. Just as quickly he took her back to bed and laid her still dripping body down. He knelt down with her legs pushed back and pushed his face into her sore little pussy. His tongue was gentle though and he took his time. Gayle began to purr under his care. He lapped at her labia and pushed in a solitary finger, strumming the nerves of her spot. Gently he rubbed but vigorously he licked until she was panting her excitement. Gayle reached behind her knees and pulled her legs up higher. Matt sucked her whole pussy before standing up and gripping her ankles. Her whole was drenched and open, so he shoved that fat dong to it. His body pressed on top of her and his cock hit the back of her wall. She spasmed around him but it hurt. Too big too soon.
“Please.” She implored. “It hurts.”
“Hurts?” His chocolate eyes looked down at her.
“You fucked me so hard last night.” she meekly said.
“You didn’t like it?” still he was inside of her.
She shook her head, “I loved it,” she cooed, “but now I’m sore.”
Slowly Matt pulled out of her and sat next to her on the bed. with his legs spread wide. “Get on your knees.” There was that commanding voice again and she obeyed.
He looked down at the adoring blonde between his feet. Her eyes looked to his, waiting.
“Suck me,” he put simply.
Gayle moved forward and began by caressing his cock with her face. She ran her cheeks along his stiff shaft and gave soft kisses to it. She moved her hands to his hanging balls, but her eyes looked to him for a sign to stop. She was a loud to touch him and she did. She lightly fondled his hanging sack and kissed the underside of his cock. Slowly she moved her hands up on each side, like a petitioner praying at the altar of her savior. She worshipped his cock with her kiss, her tongue and her hands. She would look up and his eyes were approval and pleasure. He liked being pleased and, she had to admit, she liked pleasing him. She took it finally to her open mouth and slowly dropped her head, working that fat cock to her throat like last night. She let it press in, the thick head into her airwave and massaged by her muscles. She would come up gasping only to hear his praise.
“Oh, very good, little girl. Go again,” and she would swallow him whole.
She sucked him and deep throated him, her hands cupping his hairy balls until he was so close. She felt his hand on her forehead, pushing her back until just the head was in. She looked up, wondering what was wrong.
“Stroke it.” He ordered. “Make it cum, little girl.”
She smiled at the pet name and grasped it with both hands. She pumped his slick meat, fast, wanting her treat, her reward. She jerked him off and sucked on the head. Her tongue tickled the piss hole waiting for it to explode. Suddenly it did. It smacked to the back of her mouth, his cum filling her mouth and starting to overflow. She was going to swallow, but felt his hand at her throat, making her look up.
Matt shook his head, “Not yet.”
She collected his cum obediently until he was drained.
“Swallow.” The word came, and as if she had always done it, she obeyed.
Matt watched her dress and took her to breakfast. Gayle called her husband and told him she had met Matt and was intrigued, but wasn’t sure yet. They smiled across from each other. She liked having this little secret from him, even if David really wanted this. She was in control of him in a way and Matt was in control of her.
Apologize – One Republic
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Alan Jackson – Little Bitty
Tricia made it to her favorite Denny’s. It was only ten o’clock and far too early for the drunk crowd. She had taken a booth all by herself in the nearly deserted 24-hour restaurant. She sat with her back to the wall and her shoes on the floor, with both legs up in a hurdler’s stretch on the seat. She sipped a coke while her own left heel pressed into her pussy.
Five guys wasn’t a record for her, but still the fresh memories in her head were keeping her libido going. As she munched a basket of fries doused with salt, she couldn’t help but let her free hand slip down between her legs. Her pussy was still wet with cum, and she liked the feeling of it drying on her thighs. Tricia ran her finger up and down between the lips. She thought of the third guy that hammered her in that men’s room. His cock was fat, but with a small head. She loved how it had stretched her; opening her lips and the small helmet poked at her cervix. It was just barely reaching, but that’s what made it nice. It was a tease. Her own body responding, slamming back to get it deeper. She could remember the cheers and lude calls as she bucked back on that dick. He had smacked her ass in encouragement. Her only regret of that bar room stall was she couldn’t get it at both ends.
Tricia was two knuckles deep when she came out of her reverie. She opened her eyes to see an older man sitting across the restaurant. He was watching her, she knew it. But what could he see? She stared at him while she discreetly fingered her sloppy quim. His eyes were on her face. Did he just know what she was doing? She smiled a wicked grin and just sipped her pop as she shoved two fingers deep inside herself. Maybe he saw her feet or her legs…but he couldn’t see her pussy. They eyed each other and she had to admit he wasn’t bad looking for being old enough to be her father. He was grey all along the sides. She winked at him as she finger fucked herself under the table.
Old guy must have taken this as a sign, because he got up and started walking towards her. “Oh shit!” Tricia thought to herself. “What if he’s a cop or something stupid?”
He was wearing grey slacks with some crappy blue blazer. He didn’t look like a cop. She pulled her fingers out of her squishy sex and wiped them on her inner thigh. She had to put down her pop to try and nonchalantly eat a fry… And then the fucker boldly sat next to her. Not across from her, but next to her. He pushed her feet out of the way and sat down like he knew her. Tricia couldn’t believe this shit! And when he took her bare feet and put them in his lap, she was ready to scream.
Still they looked at each other as he held her feet in his lap.
“Public displays can be intoxicating,” He began. “for everyone involved. The thrill of getting caught, the taboo of strangers seeing our intimate moments.” His voice stayed subdued, just above a whisper to her.
“Do I know you, you old perv?” Tricia looked at him with suspicious eyes, but kept her voice low like him.
Old man pressed her naked heels into his groin and the thick cock under the material. “No, do you want to?” he said flatly, with no grin or twinkle in his eye to go along with that double entendre.
She sat in the back seat of his car in the back parking lot now. Her back against the door. Tricia’s red painted toes and feet were still in his lap, but old man’s cock was out. His fingers traced the line of her instep and tickled the back of her heel. His long cock was between the soles of her feet. She could feel the heat of it, and the sturdy springiness of it. He DID have grey hairs in his groin, but she didn’t mind. Gently he moved her feet slowly up and down, not rhythmically but playfully. He praised her piggy toes as beautiful and her ankles as slim and sublime.
“Oh, he is a weirdo.” Tricia thought, but she liked the attention. No one had ever lusted for her feet.
Slowly she rubbed them together, with the tall pole between them, like a boy scout making a fire in slow motion. She rubbed her own pussy as she watched the old man’s cock by the overhead halogen lights. His eyes were on her feet and the rapturous task they performed. She rubbed upwards and her toes tried to clench into the bulbous head. The old man leaned forward and let spittle drop down between her feet, slicking up the turgid shaft of his cock. He let her clumsily molest his dick with her tootsies until she got bored.
“Mister.” She never did learn his name. “Are we gonna fuck, cause I’m getting nothing out of this?” Tricia put vulgarly.
Old man looked up from her toes and his cock. “You are a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He said accusingly.
But she liked where this was going. “Yes Sir.” she answered, and pulled her feet from his lap.
The old man slide his pants down all the way and patted his lap. Tricia moved over and stood hunched over the front seat in the back of the big Buick. She could feel his hands slide under her skirt gripping her hips and roughly pulling her into his lap. She felt the long cock squashed under her ass and purposefully ground it into him until he pushed her up to line it to her wet cunt. She felt him rub the head along her slit before he roughly pulled her back down. The long shaft slid deep into her pussy with a quickness that made her gasp.
She felt her hair being tugged making her head go back. “You like that don’t you, girl?” And he pulled rougher on her dark tresses.
“Yes Sir.” she put sweetly at first, “I love cock.” Tricia said the last word with all the filth her tongue could swipe on it before it left her lips.
He smacked one of her pale cheeks as it bounced on his groin. “This pussy is sloppy. You been a whore all night.” the old man accused with a sneer in his voice. Then she felt a thumb jam into her ass. His hand moved up and down now as she rode his dick. He held her ass like a bowling ball as he watched it in the light from outside. “ANSWER ME!” He yanked on her hair.
Tricia smiled, she really did like where this was going. “Yes Sir.” She stopped and ground on his lap, feeling that rod hit all the walls of her quim.
“Dirty slut. Just like your mother.”
She felt him push her over till she lay on the seat with the old man’s groin still attached to her ass. The depth wasn’t there, but the angle was good and the old guy started bucking as he cursed her and held her by her hip and hair.
“You fucked them all I bet.” he grunted behind her as he plowed. “Now you’ll fuck me, you nasty slut.”
She lay there at first with her eyes closed, feeling the friction and the rhythm. His head rubbed right across the top of her inner hotch. She loved it as he called her a whore, a slut , nasty girl while he pumped into her. This wasn’t passion or lust, but felt like a grudge fuck. Tricia had been the receiver before. Grudge fucks were good; hard and fast. She knew to love it while it last. She got up on one elbow and lifted a knee as she looked down. She let her other hand tug at her ass to help him get deeper.
“Smack it.” She moaned at first but he must not have heard. “SMACK IT!” She yelled.
Old man came through and whacked her butt. “DIRTY SLUT,” he grunted.
She dropped her cheek and began to rub her mound. Tricia could feel his pace quicken. Old guy may not last, but she was going to cum. She let her fingers go on either side of his pistoning rod and her palm pressed into her button. She just had to press it tight as he rocked her back and forth in the old Buick. He bucked as hard as he could, his breath was ragged and he held her by the hair. Tricia was in heaven until she looked up at the face of the short order cook. He stood on the other side of the back door and peered through the window. He looked Mexican and his eyes were filled with lust at the spectacle. Tricia stretched for the door handle and “Short order” opened it right up.
“Give me your cock.” She eyed his groin lustily and licked her lips.
With a sly grin he lifted the white apron and showed his already exposed and hard cock. “Short order was jerking it while he watched.” Tricia thought, it excited her more as she reached for it. He knelt at the edge of the back seat and let the dark brunette take his dick right into her mouth. First she bathed it in warm saliva and then her hot tongue ran along its head. He had to keep the apron up with one hand, because he wanted to watch the guarra eat his cock while she was fucked by the dirty old man. His other he reached down to heft one of her dangling tits. Old man still pumped from the side as she twisted to take that chimichanga down her throat. Tricia had no hand free as she tried to slurp more in on every in stroke of old man. She was getting it at both ends just like she wanted. Old man was about to cum though, she could feel his need.
“You want this when I’m done, boy?” Old man asked as if passing a bottle.
He grinned over the white woman, looking her in the eye as she moved her lips up and down his dick. “Na, I think the bitch is hungry. I’ll feed her good.”
The old man laughed and smacked her ass. “You suck him good, girl.”
With just a few more strokes the old hard cock shot its load into her. Tricia felt it coat her walls and the old guy shove it deep inside of her and his dick twitched. She rubbed her clit hard, trying to desperately cum before he pulled out. But he slide it from her drenched pussy and sat in the seat and watched her pussy gasp like a dying fish. She had to shove 3 fingers inside to fill that void, but they met the need and she found her release. She came hard as she tried not to bite the dick in her mouth, and short order grabbed the nape of her neck as she tried to moan her orgasm.
“Make it cum, puta. Eat my fuckin’ dick.” He jammed it balls deep, and banged at the back of her mouth.
Old man had lit up and was now standing outside enjoying his cigarette and looking around the dark deserted parking lot. “Hurry up, slut. I need to go.”
Tricia loved the sounds of their urging and she let go her quim to grab short order’s nuts. She needed to make him cum. Her tongue moved back and forth, tickling the underside, even as her lips took it in and out. The mexican clenched his legs and started fucking her face, holding on now to her hair as he used her mouth hard.
“Make it cum, puta. MAKE IT CUM!” He fucked her ruby lips and felt her nose slam into his groin every time.
Tricia started sucking just the head and used her hand to jerk his hard shaft. Beating it fast, she pumped up and down the spit slicked shaft. She wanted to feel it in her mouth she wanted to feel the spray as it hit her throat. She made vulgar sucking sounds as she let her spit spill out and she knew men loved those dirty noises. Her work paid off and short order stiffened like a board. It was like he tried to hold it in but his cock head splattered its first goo into her mouth. She felt it hot and sticky as it pumped into her. She didn’t swallow but let it all stay in as took all of him in her mouth again. His still cumming cock basted in its own juices. She worked it down until it shot its last right down her throat… Then she swallowed. Short order pulled out and tucked it away, looking around and finally being nervous about where they were.
“I gotta get back to work.” He was already scurrying off and Old man was starting the car.
“Do you come here alot?” He asked looking back at her.
Tricia was pulling the little skirt down and straightening her top. “You never know.” she stood up and closed the door. “Thanks for the ride, Mister.”
“Next time, girl.” and he pulled away with just one look in the mirror.
Tricia made sure they were both gone before going to her car.
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