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Mercedes first time

To begin my story, let me start with the characters. Mercedes Browning is 18 years old, 5’6”, 124 pounds with long strawberry blonde hair that goes to her waist. She is a student at an exclusive private school in Kentucky. Bruce Jenkins is Dean of students and Mercedes love interest. He is 32 years old 6’ tall, 185 pounds with brown hair, mustache and the clearest green eyes. This is my very first story, so let me know how you like it.
Today is the last day of her time spent in this school, as a student anyway. Graduation was last night and she has come back to the school to say her final good byes to some of the lingering students and the teachers that she will miss the most, especially Mr. Jenkins. The school seems so big to her now as she roams the empty halls. Her footsteps are echoing as she makes her way to Mr. Jenkins office. She swears she can hear her heart beating. She finally finds his office and just stares at the name on the door “Bruce Jenkins, Dean of Students”. Oh god, I can not believe I am about to do this, she thinks to herself. Just then, his door swings open. There he stands right in front of her looking so handsome, she wants to run but her feet feel like concrete and they do not allow her to move. “Hi” she said. Well hi, Mercedes. Are you ready for summer vacation?” He is trying to act professional but the sight of her is making his dick so hard, so he hurries back inside and sits down. “Yes”, she said “but I have something I need to talk to you about. Do you have the time?”
His office always looked nice and orderly. There is a large desk in the back of the office, right in the center of the large bay window. There is a bookshelf that goes to the ceiling, on either side of the desk. In the center of the office, there is a long sofa, a coffee table and 2 leather chairs facing the sofa. I always have the time for you, he thinks. “Sure, what’s wrong?” “Oh, nothing is wrong. I just have a little problem that I don’t know how to handle.” She pauses for a brief moment, not sure if she should continue with what she is about to say. What if he rejects her? “There is an administrator in this school that I have fallen in love with and I am not quite sure how to tell him.” She sits frozen, scared to say anything else. Calmly he says “it is illegal Mercedes…” she interrupts with “But I am 18 now.” “Well, that may be so, but you are a student at this school”. “Not anymore” she says with a devilish grin. Bruce starts pacing the floor. Anger overcomes him quickly. How dare someone move in on her? She is supposed to be mine, he thinks. “Has he made a pass at you?” he says angrily. “No he has not” she whispers. Through his teeth, he says, “I want his name”. She looks into his eyes, visibly shaking and says, “It’s you”.
He stares at her for a few moments, sits on the couch next to her, and starts to laugh. Tears fill her eyes as she runs toward the door. Instantly, he is behind her with his hands on the door blocking her escape. He leans in close to her ear and whispers “Why are you leaving?” She cried, “You laughed at me. Do you know how embarrassing that is?” “I was not laughing at you, I was laughing at me”. Slowly she turned to face him, her eyes questioning his. He grabs her hand and leads her back to the couch. “I was laughing at myself because I was actually jealous thinking you were talking about someone else. I am actually very flattered. And honestly, Mercedes, I think I am falling in love with you as well” Overcome with emotion, she leans in and kisses him. It was the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. All of her fears were gone now that she knows that he feels the same way. “Look” she says “I am not expecting a long term thing with you. I know I am leaving for college in a week, but before I go, I need you, I want you and I have to have you. I have saved myself for you.”
With that said, she stands up and unbuttons her shirt, one agonizing button at a time. Bruce almost feels like a teen again. His heart is beating fast, his hands are sweaty and the sight of this beautiful, young woman in front of him undressing herself has made his dick so hard, he feels his pants may burst open by themselves. Slowly, her fears are coming back. Not fears of rejection but fears of doing something wrong. Finally the last button is opened and she slides out of the shirt. Her bra is a white frilly little number that leaves nothing to imagination. It can barely contain her breasts. She releases her 36D breast and lets them fall free. She slowly walks to him and sits next to him on the couch, grabs his hands and places them on her breasts. He leans into her and kisses her neck while he massages her breasts. He sucks one of her nipples into his mouth, lightly biting it. A low moan escapes her mouth. He alternates between the two. “Stand up” he tells her and instinctively, she listens. He runs his hands across her stocking clad legs, around the back of her thigh up under her skirt until he reaches her ass. He reaches around and unbuttons the skirt and lets it fall to the floor. She is wearing a lacy thong that made you envious, wishing to be next to her skin. He slides the panties and the hosiery off which leaves her completely naked in his presence. He sits back and stares at her, savoring every curve of her body.
He asks her “How far have you been with a man, Mercedes?” “I have never touched or been touched by anyone” she answered. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked. “Oh yes!” she stated. He walks over to her and picks her up and gently lays her on the couch. He kisses her on the neck, slowly moves to her breasts, down her stomach to the top of where her split of her pussy starts. He realizes that has shaved her pussy in careful preparation for today, these turns him on even more. He slides his tongue through her slit and rests on her clit. Her legs open up to make his access easier. His tongue starts to slowly dance over her clit and she starts to moan “Oh my god.” She grabs his hair and starts to grind her pussy into his face. He starts moving the tongue faster and harder now. In minutes, she has reached her very first orgasm. Her legs start to quiver, they tense up around his neck, but he does not stop. She grabs his hair and lets out a scream. Her pussy is overflowing in her sweet juices. Huskily, she says “your turn”. They both stand up and she reaches over and undoes his belt and the button on his trousers. As they fall to the floor, she says “just remember, I have never done this before so bear with me”. He kisses her and said, “don’t worry. Just relax, you will be fine.”
She slides his underwear to the floor and the gently pushes him unto the couch. His dick is at full attention, probably 9” long. She grabs the base and slides her tongue along the bottom of the shaft and stops at the head. She opens her mouth wide and slides it in to the end of the head. She starts sucking on it like it is a baby bottle. Short hard sucks, but it was very effective. His eyes close as he starts to moan. Little by little she slides it in more until she has decided she can no longer take anymore. She is about half way down and slowly starts to slide it back out. She looks up into his eyes looking for any sign of approval, which she gets. Smiling, she quickly slides it in and out for several minutes and says “ I need your cock in my pussy right now before I explode!” Well, what man can resist that? He lays her on the couch, spreads her legs and stands in front of her. She was such a beautiful sight to behold. She is breathing hard, her face is flushed with anticipation and her pussy was soaked. “Just remember, relax, take a deep breath and trust me. If at any time you want to stop, just let me know.” She just shakes her head and takes a deep breath.
He lays the head of his cock at the tiny opening of her pussy. He slides in about an inch and she starts to moan. He slides in another inch and he can feel her pussy stretching to allow for the entrance of his dick. He slides out to the head and back in with a little more each time. She is so tight, he is not sure if he can go all the way in or not. “Are you sure you want me to keep going?” “Yes, yes, yes” she says, “just do it all at once and get it over with” “Look at me” he says. She looks him right in the eyes and he says, “I love you”. She smiles at him and when he felt her relax, he pushed it all the way in. She screams out in pain, but it was a good pain and after a few minutes, it is no longer hurting and she is really enjoying the sensation. She is in no time, pushing back with him in rhythm and she is very quickly on her next orgasm. She arches are back, tightly wraps her legs around his back and she lets the orgasm flow as she screams in delight. He can no longer handle this and he lets his orgasm go. He cums in her and they both collapse on the couch in complete satisfaction. They start kissing trying to unwind from the orgasm. She looks into his eyes and says, “I love you too” They fall asleep in each other arms.

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Home Alone For Five Days

It was the beginning of the summer, and I was amping up for an amazing summer of hanging out with friends, and having a great time. Almost every single one of my friends decided to spend their summer in other counties though, something my mom wouldn’t let me do, no matter how much I begged. She worked a lot, so I got left home almost the entire day, she had built her own company which consisted of a lot of traveling and me being left home alone. I really didn’t mind being left home all that much, besides the fact that the only person I really had to keep me company was Adrianna our maid, who spoke little to no English. She also was only there every other day, from noon until seven, when she was there though she usually cooked me lunch and dinner, and cleaned the entire house. I had just turned sixteen a couple months ago, I had gotten my license which gave me a lot of freedom, but my mom hadn’t bought me a car yet.
One day, a couple weeks into the summer my mom came home from work, she informed me that she had to go to London, and Hong Kong to deal with a huge warehouse manufacturing mistake that was made. She would be gone for five days, and her business partner Brandie had to go with her, so I was going to have to watch Brandies thirteen year old daughter Brianna. I hadn’t seen her in probably two years, before my mom and Brandie started their company they were best friends, they both didn’t work, so I grew up being around Brianna a lot. Once my mom and dad divorced, my dad moved to New York, I see him once or twice a year when I go to New York. My mother and I stayed in Los Angeles, so sending me to his house while she travels doesn’t really work. The next morning I woke up to the sound of people down stairs, not a sound I am used to since I am always home alone. I got out of bed and walked down the stairs, Brandie and my mother were in the foyer talking and there was a driver in a black suit taking my mom’s luggage to the car. She saw me and beckoned me to come over to them, I was half asleep, it was 8:30 in the morning and I am a dick when I get woken up early, something I usually apologize for later.
“Anthony we are leaving, Briana is sleeping in the guest bedroom in the west wing of the house, love you and here.” she reached into her purse and handed me a set car keys.
“What are these?” I asked.
“Keys to your new car, have fun, be responsible.” She kissed me on the cheek gave me a hug and got into the Escalade waiting outside for them.
I walked outside and sitting in the driveway was the car I asked her for when I turned fifteen, and was so disappointed I didn’t get on my sixteenth birthday. She had gotten me a G-Class Mercedes Benz, I opened up the door it had white leather interior, and dark wood detailing. I ran into the house ecstatic, but hungry, and it wasn’t a day that Adriana came, so I had to cook for myself. I made myself a bowl of cereal, and started watching a recording of the Lakers game from the night before. Briana walked into the kitchen in pink shorts that you would sleep in, and a white tank top, I totally forgot that she was even at the house. She looked so much different than when I saw her last, when she was 11 years old. She had blonde hair now instead of light brown, she had blue eyes, she was about five foot six inches, she had boobs now, probably around a C-cup, and an amazing ass!
She sat down at the island and poured a bowl of cereal, it was kind of awkward since we hadn’t talked in or seen each other in two years, and I was sitting there in my boxers with no shirt on. I had brown hair, I was around six foot tall, brown eyes, I had abs and I was toned, I wasn’t huge like a bodybuilder or anything but I worked out at least four times a week with my trainer. I told her I was going to go take a shower, and if she needed anything that I would be done in about ten minutes. I walked up the stairs into my bedroom, took my boxers off and took my shower. Running through my mind was how much Brianna had changed, and how fucking sexy she was now. When I got out I walked into my bedroom and I didn’t have any clean boxers in my room, so I walked down stairs to the laundry room, with my towel wrapped around my waist. All the clothes in the laundry basket were mine, so I just grabbed the entire laundry basket to take it to my room, Brianna was still in the kitchen. When I was talking through the kitchen I was using both hands to carry the laundry basket, because my mom insists in having fucking twenty pound antic laundry baskets. I walked past the fridges and my towel fell to the ground. Brianna’s mouth dropped open, because I was standing there in front of her butt ass naked with everything hanging out. I dropped the basket of clothes and reached for my towel to cover myself. She kind of jumped up out of her seat and was in shock, I told her how sorry I was for that happening and went to pick up the laundry basket again.
“I kind of liked it though.” She reached back and took my towel off
“uhhh” I was absolutely speechless, did this sexy ass thirteen year old just make a move towards having sex with me?
My dick started to get really hard, as she got really close to me, my dick slid in between her legs and she kissed me on my neck, then on my lips. I slid my tongue into her mouth and started making out with her in my kitchen. I was a virgin I hadn’t ever had sex before, I hadn’t even had a blowjob before, I had gotten one hand job by my ex girlfriend when I was fifteen. She started to moan as she slide back and fourth on my dick, I could feel her getting wet through her shorts. I picked her up and carried her upstairs, threw her on my bed and got on top of her, I pulled her shorts down off her and threw them. She had a sexy pink laced thong on that said “try me”. I slid her tank top off and started sucking on her tit, every time I would move my tongue she would let out a moan. She grabbed my dick and started rubbing it, then I got on the bed on my back and she got down and started sucking my dick. I wanted to cum in her mouth so badly, but I wanted more, I wanted to fuck her right, I wanted to cum inside of her. I grabbed her hair and started pushing her up and down on my dick, she sucked on my balls while rubbing my dick with both of her hands.
I laid her on my bed on her back, and slide her thong off, she had a little bit of pubic hair but not a lot, I got down and started eating her pussy out, it tasted so good. Her grabbing my hair and pulling me deeper into her pussy felt so good. She was moaning and saying my name. I started fingering her while licking her clitoris, I wanted to cum so bad just eating her out, I got up, opened her legs, lined my dick up to go into her pussy. I started pushing in and the look on her face was scared but ready, it wasn’t warm, it was hot, I started fucking her, it was the best feeling I had ever felt in my life. She was in pain I could tell she was a virgin and there was a little bit of blood but not a lot. I started kissing her all over and sucking on her tits, she was scratching my back and pulling me deeper into her from my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore I started to erupt and she let out a scream and grabbed onto my tightly. I rolled over onto the bed next to her and took a deep breath thinking, what the fuck just happened?
“We are using a condom next time.” she said calmly.

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Gabby 4

Gabby 4
I awoke to the faint smell of cum and a few stains on the pillow. My entire body ached at the events of the past night, and I was still sticky in places. I stretched on the floor, yawning, and sat up. The table had been folded up and put away, as had the chairs. Tim was nowhere to be found. I walked upstairs looking for him. Nothing.
I ran water for a shower and stepped in. Steam started rising almost immediately, but the warmth felt good. I washed the cum off of myself and out of my hair, my fingers wandering as I thought of the night before. I started to rub my clit, but stopped myself. Better save it for Tim.
I finished quickly and dried myself in front of the mirror, looking at my body. Already it seemed like I’d begun to mature. I looked a bit leaner, harder, I wasn’t sure. I stood up straight and turned sideways, looking at the slim profile of my breasts. They looked bigger somehow, as though my sexual revolution had kicked my feminine aspects into high gear.
My pussy, it looked great, much better than with all the hair down there. I rubbed my lips. Dear god it felt good, still, better wait. I walked out the bathroom door and downstairs about the time he came in. He had a bag in his hands, but he put it down and grabbed my hair, pulling me close. I gave in to his touch as he grabbed my breasts firmly and smelled the back of my neck.
“Mmm, you showered, good girl. Face away from me and bend at the waist, grabbing your ankles.” I slowly did as he told me, allowing him to take in the sight of me. “Good, just wanted a look,” he told me, slapping me on the ass. He grabbed the bag and went upstairs.
I followed him up and knelt by his bed while he straightened things up in his room. After several minutes, he pulled something out of the bag. It was a leather collar, reinforced on the inside with steel wiring. He fastened it to my neck so that there was a D-ring in the front and one on either side, and slapped a padlock on the back.
“Put this on,” he commanded, tossing me a skimpy mass of fabric. I untangled it to see what it was. It was an absolutely miniscule black bikini. I slipped it on, and looked down at my body. The top was very tight, even my breasts strained against it and tied off in bows at my neck and back. Little triangles just barely covered my small nipples. The fabric was thin so anyone and everyone would see if my nipples were hard. The bottom was a black thong that just covered my now bare pussy.
“Thong bottoms aren’t allowed at the pool master,” I told him.
“I know, that’s why you can wear these.” He tossed me white shorts that were so thin you could almost see through them already. They were also extremely short, letting some of my ass hang out anyways. Once they got wet, it’d be like I was wearing nothing at all. I put my hair in a pony tail, realizing for the first time that I wore my collar. It would attract some stares, no doubt, but probably no more than my body was already going to draw.
We got in his car; the pool was a short 5 minute drive away. When we got there, there it was full, but not crowded as it wasn’t all that warm. I walked up to the counter and paid the cashier who made absolutely no effort to not stare at my tits. I stood there and let him for a few seconds before passing through the girl’s bathroom to the pool area.
Every adolescent boy in attendance stared, it seemed as I walked with Tim to a spot on the grass and set down my towel. He told me to immediately jump in the water and get my shorts wet. I walked over to the diving board and waited in line. I could hear guys whispering as they came up behind me.
Finally it was my turn. I stepped up and after a moments pause, did a simple little dive into the pool. I could feel everyone watching me as I swam to the edge, and the image I’d be presenting with the shorts I wore crept into my mind. I took a deep breath and climbed out of the pool.
It seemed like there was an audible gasp from everyone there as they got an almost unblocked view of my ass. Turning red, I walked around the pool back to my towel. I laid down to tan for a bit as my brother went off to swim. I figured it was safe enough to undo my top so I didn’t get any lines. Its not like it covered much anyways.
After about fifteen minutes, I felt someone poke me in the back, and felt a few droplets. I looked up to see a smiling boy of about 4 years old looking at me. I smiled back and leaned up to look. Who cares if he got a look at my boobs. “Hey there,” I said with a smile. “What’s up?” He took a step back and didn’t answer. I leaned up further, “What’s a matter, shy?” He nodded. “It’s ok, I won’t bite,” I told him, leaning up further. He walked up closer, then with a shout and a laugh, grabbed my top and scurried off with it.
I laid there for a minute, flush in the face and looked to my brother. “Well, you better go get it,” he said with a laugh.
I got up and wandered after the kid, covering myself with both hands. When I finally caught up with him, he was playing with a toy truck in front of a guy that looked to be about 20. The top was sitting on the ground in front of him.
“I guess this is yours,” he told me, grabbing it and walking over to me. I nodded, blushing. He held it far above my small frame. “You can have it if you can get it.” I jumped and flailed with one hand, but he was too tall. I turned redder, realizing what he was doing, and how much he was enjoying himself.
“Tell you what, I’ll be a little nicer,” he said, walking over to a nearby tree and tying it to a branch that hung a foot above my head. I walked over and tried to pry it free, but he’d tied it tight. I fumbled with the knot for a few minutes with my fingers, then the realization came. I’d need to use both hands. I gave a quick look around, about 20 people were looking while trying not to. I just took a deep breath and reached up, exposing my breasts for anyone that wanted to see, and see people did. It seemed like hours that I fumbled at the knots. He’d tied it tight. Finally, after it seemed everyone in the pool had gotten a look, I got it undone and tied it on.
I walked over to find my brother, but was shoved hard into the pool before I could see him. Furious, I looked up to see who’d shoved me. “Let’s get ready to go,” Tim said. I climbed out once more and walked over to my towel, wrapping it around my dripping body.
Once covered, Tim grabbed my hair and pulled me back. “Strip slut,” he commanded. Still well aware that I was being watched, I reached down and slid my panties and shorts down my legs. I was positive I’d flashed at least a few people a view of my pussy and ass. Next I untied the bikini and let it fall to the ground. Tim grabbed the back of the towel and guided me out. Once we were in the parking lot, he jerked quickly and pulled the towel off me, leaving me completely naked. I group of five teenage guys gawked as I ran to the car. He took his sweet time walking over, prolonging my embarrassment, and even longer laughing at me from the confines of the car before he let me in.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself,” he told me as we drove home. I rested my hands behind my head on the seat. It had a very flattering effect on my breasts making them even perkier than they already were. He rewarded me by grabbing them as he pleased on the way home.
I got out of the car and headed towards the house while he grabbed his stuff from the back seat. “Don’t forget your towel,” he called. I hurried my naked self back and leaned in the open window. The sound of the window closing pierced the air, and I hurried to get out of the way. I managed to get everything but my head and arms out before I was stuck. I reached frantically for the button on my door, but he’d locked me out.
He got out of the car and walked around, cupping my breasts in both hands. I arched my back at the sensation of excitement and helplessness that came with his touch. After a few moments, his hands slid off and I heard his footsteps disappear. He’d left me nude, exposed and helpless outside.
I tried to wiggle out of the trap, but that only caused the window to dig into my skin. I could almost reach the other door, but it would do no good, the car wasn’t on. Maybe half an hour later, my brother came back outside and set a book down on the driver’s seat. On the book, he placed a digital camera on a tripod. My digital camera. He turned it on. Frantically, I tried to cover myself, but was blocked by the window.
“Smile,” he told me evilly, before the smacks came. I grunted loudly as his hand slapped my ass and grabbed hard. I tried to move, but no matter what I couldn’t escape his hand. My ass was no doubt, bright red, and very sore by the time he finished the fifteenth whack. The camera, which had captured a large range of faces, now got to see ecstasy as his cock slid into my pussy. I wasn’t sure if it could see him fucking me, but it sure as hell got the look on my face. He fucked me hard, harder than he had before, so that the window dug painfully into my skin with each movement, but I didn’t care. The pleasure at his hard cock sliding in and out of me, and at my total submission was overwhelming.
I forgot myself and just started screaming with every thrust. “Oh, god, yes! Fuck, that’s so good! Harder!” I was so caught up in the moment, I came, hard and without warning. My pussy squeezed his dick with all it had, as he continued to thrust harder and deeper. I thought it was never going to end as each wave of pleasure sent me higher and higher. Finally my knees went week and my body sagged against my confines. I could still feel his cock inside me.
“Did you cum master?”
“No.”
“May I make you cum?”
“Tell the camera how you want to do it.”
“I want to suck you dry master,” I told the camera. “I want to use my mouth to pleasure you.”
“Where can I cum?”
“All over my face, anywhere.”
“Good slut.” He freed me and grabbed the camera. Realizing my soreness for the first time, I rubbed the red lines where the window had dug in. Upon walking into the house, I lowered myself to my knees and waited for his instructions. He pulled me over in front of the couch and sat down, spreading his legs.
“Please master, may I suck you,” I told the camera. “Please may I use my mouth to pleasure your cock?” He nodded and I moved down, his hand grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me down quicker while the other filmed my work from the side.
After the fucking he’d just given me, it didn’t take much work of my tongue and lips to get him close. He was moaning before long, and the camera was shaking with every downward thrust I made. Finally he stood and pulled out. I jerked him until I felt it start to swell. I shut my eyes and opened my mouth wide, hoping to catch the taste of some. I was disappointed initially as rope after rope of warm white cum streaked across my face, however as his orgasm began to wind down, a few droplets made it into my mouth. I relished the taste as he continued filming. When I could feel no more, I opened my eyes to see the camera directly in front of me. He was now snapping pictures. I smiled, always looking directly into the camera.
“Perfect,” he told me.
“What are you going to do with them?” I asked him.
“I’m not sure yet,” he smiled, “I guess that’s up to you.” He moved back and was now snapping full body shots. I shifted so that he could get everything, my breasts, cum covered face and shaved pussy in the shot.
When he was done, he brought the camera to his computer to upload the shots and video he’d taken while I knelt still covered in cum. I rubbed myself lightly as I saw him go through the pictures, one by one. I looked so slutty, taking it in the mouth and on the face. I found that I liked it.
My eyes widened with shock as he took one of the pictures, a side view with his cock about halfway in my mouth, and made it the background.
“What if mom and dad see?”
“They won’t, they’re never in here. I just want to remind you of your place.”
“Yes master.” I stared at the floor. Much of the cum by now had dripped down to my breasts, creating a sort of oiled up image I thought was flattering.
I cleaned up, licking what I could of the cum off my fingertips and went downstairs. My brother and I sat there watching TV for a while, him sitting on the couch, and myself kneeling in between his legs. Every so often he would reach down to grab my breasts.
After an hour or so, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” I instinctively called out, and before realizing my situation, opened the door.
“Hey, I’m here for my tu…oh,” Brandon’s face turned red.
“Oh shit,” I swore, Brandon had passed Trigonometry, but only barely. I promised I’d tutor him. I wasn’t particularly smart, but his parents practically begged me, plus he was cute, even at 14.
“It’s ok,” I said as he turned red and started to back away, “come on in.” I hauled him inside and shut the door. “This is a studying technique,” I tried to explain away my nudity. He didn’t argue. Tim had at some point retreated back upstairs so I invited Brandon to come sit on the couch.
With nothing else to do, we got out his books, and I started to teach him. At first he was very distracted by my nudity, so I decided to use it to my advantage. I laid on the floor on my stomach and handed him a washable marker. I told him he could start by doing practice problems one through four on my back.
“If you get them right, I’ll roll over and you can finish six through ten on the front,” I told him. He opened his book and binder and got to work. I gave him a few tips and pointers, but he concentrated on his work for the most part. I giggled as the cool marker touched me, and thought about how much Brandon must be enjoying this. After several minutes, I grabbed the book and had him read his answers off to me.
As I listened, I noticed a pair of handcuffs was still sitting haphazardly underneath the coffee table. I made a mental note for later. As he read the last one, I realized they had all been right. True to my word, I rolled over onto my back and laid down. I giggled again as he started just below my right boob, and watched him work. As he got further he ran out of room.
“Just go down a leg,” I told him. “Oh jesus,” I breathed as the marker touched my inner thigh, mere inches from my pussy. It was utter torture with him writing on me, just inches from my by now dripping pussy. I turned red from embarrassment, but didn’t move for fear of messing him up.
“All done,” he said what seemed like hours later. I looked down, squinting to read the bits written on my leg. They were all correct again.
“What do I get this time?”
It didn’t take me long to think. I grabbed the cuffs from underneath the coffee table and cuffed my hands behind my back. I moved up and straddled him, forcing my tits into his face. He kissed me between them, then slowly licked his way to my nipples. I arched my back even more as he licked, then without warning, his hand shot to my dripping pussy. I yelped with surprise and pleasure as he slid first his middle, then his ring finger in. I fucked his hand before several minutes, before he slid it out and forced his fingers between my lips.
Like I was giving the worlds greatest blowjob, I licked them dry. Eventually, he worked his cock out through the fly in his pants and gestured to me. I knew what to do, positioning myself over him, then slowly lowering down.
I moaned as he penetrated me, and continued sliding until he was in nice and deep. He sat there, leaning up against the couch while I moved up and down, just watching me pleasure him. It made me feel like such a little slut, to have him leering at my bouncing tits and shaved pussy while I gave him exactly what he wanted.
“Oh, swivel your hips a bit more, just like that…oh yeah,” he told me exactly how he wanted to be fucked, and I moaned, happy to follow his every command. Every so often his hands would slide their way up from my hips to my breasts, grabbing, kneading and squeezing, and I would oblige him by arching my back, getting them as close to him as possible.
He pressed his fingers to my lips once more, and I made my best slut face before parting them and taking them as deep as I could. That seemed to push him over the edge as he guided me in a shorter, faster rhythm with the other hand. Knowing he was close charged me in a way I cannot describe, and I started moaning with every swivel.
Finally he grabbed my tits, hard and pulled me down. The look on his face said it all. Even though I couldn’t really feel it, the thought of warm cum filling my pussy brought me to a small orgasm of my own. My pussy clenched on his dick, squeezing out every last drop. Several seconds went by and he just lay there happily, taking in the sight of a restrained girl still sitting on his rapidly softening cock.
“I expect the same effort out of you next week,” I said, sliding off him. He smiled, cleaned himself and dressed, leaving me alone and still cuffed. I wandered off in search of my brother, and some keys.

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