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What is your definition of a "slut"?
To me, a slut is a beautiful woman who has discovered her own
sexuality and is comfortable enjoying her body as it was intended.
She may be married or single, young or mature... but the one constant
is that the slut loves sex. For those who bring out her sluttiness,
she will do most anything.
Generally, these type of women do not wear panties. They are always
prepared (and hoping) to have sex... so why cover up? They often
forego the use of bras, as well.
A slut is ready to be fondled at any given time. The more pleasure
she shares, the more she gets back in return.
Sluts don't shy away from exposure. They like to display their
bodies in short skirts and tight, sheer tops, or similar outfits
which are also very revealing. Their breasts are often visible
for the viewing pleasure of those around them. A protruding nipple
upon light fabric seems to fit them just fine. Of course, displaying
ample cleavage at all times is a necessity to even be considered
a slut.
The number-one requirement for being a slut, however, is that
the woman has several different people whom she visits for sex.
She will service her friends, strangers, perhaps even her co-workers.
Most of all, sluts will never want the pleasure ride to end. No
matter how many times they have sex, or how many people they conquer,
sluts always want more.
* * *
These thoughts were going through my mind as I sat in the voyeur
room, my focus trained on the monitor which surveyed the common
room. All six of the ladies were there this fine morning, in the
middle of their breakfast meal.
However, there was only one of the girls who I thought was a slut.
Do you know which one that was?
It wasn't Trish or Torrie. Both ladies, though buxom and quite
playful, didn't fit the profile of a slut. Torrie was a happy-go-lucky
type; a friendly and energetic sort. Trish was a bit more on the
serious side, though there were times when she was quite the flirt
and tease.
Christina? Lindsay? I didn't think of either of them as a slut,
either. They both fell into the same category; young and playful,
and overly curious. However, from what I had seen thus far on
the island... sweet, little Lindsay did have the potential to
be an incredible slut... Not yet, though.
The woman on my mind wasn't Pamela, either. Though she made a
living out of showcasing her body to strangers, as a stripper,
I didn't think of Pamela as a slut. She was much too mature and
level-headed to fall into that category.
Thus, there was only one woman left. She was the one I thought
of as a slut - an insatiable slut who knew no limit when it came
to sexual satisfaction. In fact, she fit all of the characteristics
which I listed earlier.
That woman, of course, was Amy.
I smiled while watching her on the television monitor. Even during
such a routine event as having breakfast, one could easily tell
that Amy was a slut. Dressed in a silky, sleeveless camisole top,
it was readily apparent that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples
were clearly outlined through the thin top as her heavy-set breasts
swelled against it. The top, held together in back by a single
button, ended just below her midriff.
Amy also had on a matching black skirt, made of the same silky
material as her top. The skirt was short and flimsy, of course,
and did a terrible job of concealing the fact that she didn't
have any panties on underneath it. Her outfit was topped off with
a pair of black fuck-me pumps which had four or five inches on
each heel.
Amy's body, which resembled that of a famous porn star, seemed
to scream "Use me!" at every given opportunity. It was
as if she had that look, that aura... about her. I just got the
impression that Amy simply was not happy unless she was having
sex. The 26-year-old preferred men, of course, but obviously received
enjoyment from other women as well.
* * *
Seated here in the voyeur room for the past ten minutes, I had
watched Amy openly flirt with every other girl as all of them
ate their meals at the breakfast table. In such a short amount
of time, Amy had openly groped and then kissed not only Lindsay,
but Trish and Christina as well. At one point, it appeared as
though she may forego breakfast and demand everyone join her for
a big daisy-chain. Only a true slut could have this type of carnal,
lust-ridden appetite.
I remembered back to her profile. Back home, in Ohio, Amy had
five guys she routinely saw for sex. More often than not, of course,
the insatiable red-head would fuck all five of them at once. The
guys would gang-bang her, filling all three of her orifices with
their cocks. These guys would not stop either, Amy explained in
her profile, until they had been totally exhausted - and satisfied.
Yet, Amy said she always wanted more.
Is a slut a woman who will perform sexual favors for her boss,
in exchange for a pay-raise of 50 cents per hour? How about one
who demands that her boyfriend have sex with her on the rooftop
of his house? The hope there, of course, would be that someone
from the ground spots them (and whacks off, as a result). Or,
my personal favorite... a woman who is blindfolded and then told
that she will not be permitted to see the strangers she will soon
have sex with... and agrees to it? Are these the qualities of
a slut?
Whatever the case, these are all events which took place in Amy's
life thus far - according to her profile on my main computer.
I should have really known something was up with Amy back during
the interview process. She sent me a photo of herself, dressed
in a skin-tight tank-top with the words "Will Work For Sex"
etched across its front.
The whole point is that just days ago, I was assured that Pamela
was the woman I had been searching for my entire life. Now, however,
my focus was definitely starting to drift toward Amy. Pamela was
a wonderful woman, both inside and outside... but these slut-like
qualities which Amy so proudly possessed were drawing me to her.
She was very open about herself and her sexuality, but there was
also something extremely mysterious about her. I could not explain
it...
At this point in time, as I sat in my voyeur room watching the
girls have breakfast... if I had to choose between the two, I
would pick Amy over Pamela. Of course, days from now, I could
switch back to Pamela. Or, I could focus my energies on someone
new - perhaps Lindsay, Torrie or Trish. But as of right now, Amy
was the woman for me.
I guess what really swayed me to her side was watching how she
had treated Lindsay over the past couple of days. The 18-year-old
Lindsay, who I liked to refer to as a "tight little teen"
or "sweet little girl", because she appeared to be so
young, had whatever innocence she had left stripped away from
her courtesy of Amy over the past few days.
Amy had pounded the little blonde's pussy with a dildo, then went
into virgin territory as she did the same with her anus. Amy had
collaborated with Trish in filling Lindsay with two dildos; a
double-penetration, while the girl was given instructions to eat
Pamela's pussy at the same time.
Whatever buttons Amy had pushed, it worked. For those few moments
in time, she had helped transform Lindsay from a sweet teenager
into a ravenous hellcat. I'm quite certain that Lindsay, being
young and naive, had no idea those things could have ever been
done to her body before Amy decided to stretch her limits.
The effect on Lindsay hit a fever pitch yesterday afternoon when
she turned on the tables on Amy, jamming a big dildo into her
anus and erotically screaming at her. Amy responded much the same
way Lindsay had the prior two encounters - her body and senses
submitting to wanton lust. Was Amy, the veteran slut, trying to
start Lindsay along the same path? I would find out over the next
ten weeks...
* * *
Last night was the gang-bang where all six of the ladies - Amy,
Lindsay, Trish, Pamela, Torrie and Christina - had come to my
suite and used my body for their pleasure. I am only one man,
of course, but think I did quite an admirable job trying to satisfy
six luscious women at once.
I woke up earlier this morning, but was much too sore and tired
to make it to the 10:00am breakfast. So, I grabbed the dinner
plate from the refrigerator I had passed on last night, and ventured
into the voyeur room. I chomped on the food while watching (and
listening) to the girls as they had their own meal at the breakfast
table.
The ladies were all laughing and giggling; having a great time
together. It was truly a joy just to sit back and watch them interact
with one another. Of course, other than Christina (who was my
secret helper), they had no idea that I was watching them. I had
hidden cameras and microphones scattered everywhere on the island.
* * *
After their breakfast was over, all of the ladies got up at once
and decided on what to do for the day. The trio of Torrie, Christina
and Lindsay were going down to the beach to work on their suntans.
Trish and Pamela decided to resume their friendly tennis match
from yesterday at the outdoor athletic complex. This left Amy,
who had to decide between the beach or being a spectator in a
game of tennis.
"I'm going to my room," she told the group. "I'm
going to lay down for awhile... take a nap."
Trish and Pamela wondered if something was wrong with Amy, but
she shrugged them off and said it was nothing. "I'll probably
show up at the beach in a few hours."
Something seemed to be funny here (even to me), but the girls
accepted her answer and ventured off. Lindsay, Torrie and Christina
all gathered up their bikinis and went to the beach while Trish
and Pamela headed toward the tennis court.
I needed to have a talk with Christina about her supposed role
here on the island. The 20-year-old was in charge of this place
just as much as I was, but wanted all the other girls to think
that she was the assistant housekeeper.
However, if Christina did not do maid duties - which had been
the case thus far - the ladies were going to become a bit suspicious.
She at least had to give the appearance of helping Louisa (the
REAL maid) out. So far, however, Christina had spent much of her
time frolicking and playing with the other girls - as if she was
one of them; and not a supposed "employee".
This thought went through my mind once she decided to join Lindsay
and Torrie for a day at the beach.
* * *
I finished my own meal while keeping an eye on all the ladies
with the help of my surveillance system. However, just as was
the case before, my focus soon turned toward Amy. The insatiable
red-head had told the others that she was going to her room to
lay down and take a nap. However, as I watched her walk through
the mansion on the different monitors, she was going in the opposite
direction of her room. A few seconds later, the realization hit
me.
She was coming to my suite.
I was still very sore and tired from the gang-bang which transpired
last evening, but knew Amy would not accept that as an excuse
from me. It was rather obvious that her sole reason in coming
to my suite was so her and I could have sex together. She would
accept nothing less than that.
I took one final swig of fruit punch, then stood up and exited
the voyeur room as Amy entered the long corridor which led to
my suite. I sealed the voyeur room off, then turned toward the
front door and awaited Amy's arrival.
When a knock came to the door, I gulped my throat in anticipation.
Yes - Amy was a slut. A beautiful, wonderful slut who wanted nothing
more than sexual fulfillment. Best of all, she was counting on
ME to provide her with it.
I opened the door and was immediately met by a hand on my shoulder.
Amy barged into the room, pushing me back in the process. "You're
just the person I've been searching for," Amy proclaimed,
lust in her eyes as she stared at me. "I've been itching
for a good, hard cock all morning. I need one."
What could I say to her? I was speechless...
"I need one," she reiterated. "I need one... NOW."
Amy used both hands to shove me into a seated position on
the edge of the bed. Still speechless, I watched as the beautiful
red-head dropped to her knees in front of me and immediately reached
for the bulge in my shorts. I tossed my head back and sighed in
mad passion as she gripped my cock through the cotton fabric,
her hand squeezing it briskly.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Amy snickered, looking
up at me. I was under her spell - and she knew that. "Is
there something wrong? Don't you want to fuck me?"
I chuckled and nodded my head in response. It was time to break
my silence. "Yes, dear. I do." I smiled at her. "I
want to fuck you right now, more than anything else - or anyone
else - in the entire world."
"Really?" Amy said, her eyes sparkling. "Even more
than Pamela? We all thought she was your favorite..."
"You heard me, dear," I told her. "You. I want
you." I paused and said, "That top you have on doesn't
leave a lot to the imagination... but I want you to take it off
anyway. Same goes for your skirt."
Like a trained submissive, Amy immediately did as she was told.
She quickly dispensed of her silky camisole and skirt set, which
left her totally nude - except for a pair of lush, expensive high-heeled
shoes.
"Do you make it a practice not to wear a bra or panties?"
I asked her.
"Who needs 'em?" Amy returned, dropping back down to
her knees in front of me. "Not me. I only wear them every
once in awhile. I especially hate bras."
I smiled at her. "You like showing off... don't you?"
"I love it," she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I've
always been a show-off; a tease, a flirt. I can't help it."
With my left hand, I pulled back the waistband of my shorts while
using my right to reach inside and grasp my fully-erect cock.
I took it out and wobbled it in an obscene manner before Amy's
pretty face.
"Is this the reward you have always gotten for being a tease?"
I asked her. "A hard cock?"
She nodded her head, her eyes fixated upon my erection.
"Yes. That, and some pussy. But I prefer cock."
I grinned yet again. "You're not happy unless you have a
cock stuffed somewhere in your body... correct?"
Amy looked up into my eyes and shook her head. "No, I'm not."
I could tell that my words were getting to her. She was being
turned on, even without me touching her.
"You're a slut. Aren't you, Amy?"
"Yes," she replied, her gaze quickly lowered. "I'm
a
slut. A slut for big cocks... especially black ones."
"Black ones?" I countered, my eyebrows raised. "You
like black men, Amy?"
She nodded her head and replied, "Yes... I love them."
Interesting. Later in the summer, when I planned to bring a group
of guys to the island for the ladies to enjoy (as a surprise),
now I had to make sure some of them were black. Amy would want
that. Others possibly, too...
"I think it's time you suck my cock, Amy," was my only
response, to which the hellcat nodded her head.
* * *
Seated on the edge of the bed, I wiggled my shorts and briefs
down to my knees and let them fall to the floor. At the same time,
Amy scooted forward and grasped my cock with her right hand. She
slapped its bulging tip upon her chin and giggled, then looked
up into my eyes.
"This is where you belong, Amy," I told her. "In
a place like this... the island, where sex is the top priority.
Am I right, Amy? Are you, in a word, home?"
She nodded her head. "Yes."
I smiled at her. "Of course you're home."
Amy took my cock into her mouth and started things with a
gentle sucking. However, another idea quickly came to mind.
I didn't want a blowjob anymore.
"I want to fuck your mouth, Amy."
The red-head looked up at me and smiled with desire as I
withdrew my erection from between her pouty red lips. Both of
us maneuvered around until she was seated on the floor with her
back against the bed, while I was standing before her. We were
in the perfect position for a mouth-fuck.
I quickly grasped my cock and rubbed it all over her pretty face
and quivering lips. Then, I grabbed a clump of her silky red hair
and wrapped it around my cock. I begin stroking, and felt as though
blowing my load right there would be an excellent idea. But, Amy
needed my sperm in more important places than her hair.
Dropping her hair, I pushed my hips forward until my shaft was
completely in her mouth. I used both hands to squeeze and massage
her ample breasts while beginning a steady thrusting motion. I
pulled my cock out, until just its tip was encircled by her lips.
Next, I plunged it back into her mouth until my pubic hair was
nestled against her nose. Then, I repeated the process... over
and over again.
By this time, my fingers were twisting and pinching away on her
nipples. I could see her throat swell as each hard thrust pushed
my cock deep inside her. It wasn't too long before I was pounding
away at her, at warp-speed.
I didn't have a single thought - except for shooting my sperm
deep into her throat. That would make Amy very happy.
I jammed my cock all the way inside her mouth one final time,
then began to blast spurt after spurt of cum into her hungry throat.
I screamed out in wild desire as Amy stared up at me, moaning
madly, with forbidden lust in her eyes. I then watched with amazement
as her throat rippled, while she guzzled down each of my thick,
heavy doses of sperm.
I let loose a long, drawn-out moan, which was followed by me withdrawing
my cock from the confines of her mouth. It was still coated with
sperm, so Amy's head darted forward and she quickly sucked it
dry. Obviously, she wanted every drop.
I sighed once again while finally pulling my shaft free of her
mouth. "That was incredible, Amy."
The red-head brought a hand to her mouth and opened it, stretching
it. "Sure was." She giggled and added, "My jaw
is going to be sore for the rest of the day."
"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" I grinned.
"Good thing!" she replied, with enthusiasm. "A
sore
mouth for me means a well-fucked mouth!"
I smiled down at her. What a slut...
I eyed Amy from head to toe. She had a magnificent body. There
was absolutely no doubt about that. Of particular interest were
her large, firm breasts, and the patch of red curls nestled between
her thighs. However, I did have an idea on how to improve her
appearance.
"Amy... can I ask you for something? It's perfectly okay
if you say no... I would understand."
"Sure," she replied. "Ask away."
I offered a cautious smile. "There is something I have
always wanted to do to a woman... but have never had the opportunity.
As I said, it's okay if you say no."
"What is it?" Amy didn't appear apprehensive at all.
She seemed more interested and curious than anything else.
I smiled once again, then turned and retrieved a can of shaving
cream and a straight razor from the nearby dresser. When the 26-year-old
caught a glimpse of what I had in my hands, her eyes widened in
obvious shock.
"You... you... want to shave my pussy?" she stammered.
I gently shrugged my shoulders and said, "Yes, I'd like
to. If it's okay with you. If not, it is perfectly fine.
I won't hold anything against you."
Amy paused for a moment, apparently lost in thought. She seemed
to be debating things in her mind. I just stood there, holding
the can of shaving cream in one hand and a razor in the other,
awaiting her reply.
Amy looked up at me and reached between her thighs, and ran her
palm across her silky bush. "I've never even thought of shaving
my pussy. No one has ever asked me to."
"It's okay if you say no, dear," was my response as
she continued rubbing herself. "I would understand perfectly."
"No," she countered. "I want you to." Amy's
posture straightened and she spoke with confidence, "I want
you to. I want you to shave my pussy."
"Are you sure, sweetheart?" I reiterated.
"Yes," she replied. "Sure as I've ever been. If
it will
make you happy... then I'm all for it."
I nodded my head at her and returned, "Excellent. Get up
on the bed and lay down... and spread your legs for me."
My cock was already starting to pulse with life again as I made
my way over to her, the shaving cream and razor in hand. I knelt
down between her widespread thighs and took in the sight of her
lovely, little pussy. It was partially hidden below a nest of
red curls... but not for long.
I applied an generous helping of shaving cream to my fingers and
completely lathered up the silken joining of her thighs. Her body
was trembling with an obvious mixture of apprehension and arousal
as she lay on the bed, her head raised and looking at me. Soon,
her eyes darted toward the razor which I held in my right hand,
dangling it before her.
"You sure you want me to do this?" I asked yet again.
I just wanted to be positive it was okay with her.
"Yes," she replied. "I'm just a little nervous...
that's all. You know, that big razor and all..."
"Ahh, don't worry," I soothed her. "I'll be real
careful with it. Just relax, sweetheart. Just relax..."
I sprayed a helping of shaving cream all over my left hand, then
lathered Amy's sweet pussy and inner thighs up some more with
it. Another helping was applied shortly thereafter. Soon, Amy
looked like a Whip-Cream Sundae. All she needed now, it seemed,
was a cherry on top.
"Oh my God..." the red-head breathed as I pressed the
razor upon her right thigh, and started moving inward. Her body
tensed as nearly half of her silky bush was taken away with a
series of short, quick swipes. I pulled the razor back for a quick
moment and shook it vigorously, causing any excess cream to fling
off.
"See?" I said, kissing her kneecap. "That didn't
hurt... did it? Just a bit more and I'll be all done."
Using the razor, I now worked on the opposite side. Being both
gentle and extremely careful, I shaved away the curly red patch
while Amy continued to sigh and breathe deeply. I think it was
exciting her for me to do this.
I pulled the razor back and shook it out again. Now, the last
remaining areas for me to take care of were directly above Amy's
pussy and either side of her clit. I swiped away the upper portion
with relative ease, but knew extra caution was needed to take
care of her little passion-nub.
The red-head flinched as I gently placed the razor next to her
clit. I moved the blade outward, swiping away any fuzz. Then I
did the same on the opposite side. Now, save for a couple places
I had missed here-and-there, I was just about finished. A few
razor swipes later, and Amy's pussy was completely shaved bald.
"Oh my God!" she breathed, reaching between her thighs
and feeling herself. "It's all gone!"
"Hold on, sweetheart," I said, raising to my feet. I
quickly went to the restroom and got a warm wash-cloth, then returned
and pressed it between her thighs. I rubbed away all of the excess
shaving cream and was rewarded with the full, unobstructed view
of a beautiful, little pussy.
Amy continued to rub herself for several seconds, breathing deeply,
before finally offering a smile. I think she was enjoying the
way her bare pussy felt upon her hand. Seeing her smile made me
do the same in return.
Of course, by now... my shaft was as hard as a rock. I don't really
know if it had ever been harder. Although it was short in length
of time, shaving Amy's pussy had been an incredible experience
for me. It was something I had always wanted to do to a woman.
Simply incredible.
"I hope you like it," I told her. "No blood, either.
So I didn't nick you anywhere with the blade."
"Like it?" Amy responded. "I LOVE IT! I love how
it feels now. I... I feel more exposed now. I love it!"
I smiled at her while tossing the wash-cloth elsewhere in the
room. "May I be the first to eat your bald pussy, dear?"
"Of course!" Amy exclaimed, opening her thighs even
further. "Please!"
I moved between her thighs and gave her damp slit a long lash
with my tongue. Amy gasped at the initial contact, then reached
down with her right hand and gently fingered her clit. I watched
this for a moment, then made eye contact with her and smiled.
I dropped to my knees and settled between her thighs. As I started
swiping away at her pussy, Amy hooked a leg around my shoulder
and upper back, and sighed in lust. She moved her fingers downward,
across her slit, but kept them wide enough so I had ample access
to her wetness. Amy groaned in sheer arousal as I worked her pussy
over with my tongue.
With her free hand, the red-head grasped one of her large breasts
and squeezed it tightly.
"Feels so good!" she cooed, her eyes fixated upon mine
as I stared up at her.
I was the recipient of an all-you-can-eat-buffet, and it tasted
wonderful.
I licked and slurped away upon her gooey pussy, and paid special
attention to her tiny slit. I brushed my lower lip across it,
to which Amy squealed in response. It was quite obvious that she
was really aroused.
I kissed her womanly folds as her body started to rumble and vibrate
upon the bed. She brought both hands downward, between her outstretched
thighs, and pried-apart her slit with several fingertips. I used
the invitation to plunge my tongue even deeper into her wet recesses.
As I then pressed a finger to her anus, Amy's body began to buck
and thrash about wildly. She screamed in lust at the feeling,
just before I used the opportunity to clamp down hard on her slit
with my lips and mouth.
Amy bellowed and cried in passion as a powerful orgasm overtook
her entire body. A split-second later, a stream of female love-juice
was oozing from the confines of her slit. Meanwhile, I greedily
lapped all of it up with my tongue. I did not stop, in fact, until
her pussy had been thoroughly licked and cleaned dry.
"OHHHHH..." the nymphomaniac sighed in aftermath, her
eyes closed. "You made my pussy feel so good, Jeremy. You
really did. Oh my... that was something special."
I finally withdrew my face from between her thighs, and offered
a gentle smile. "It was my pleasure, dear Amy."
"I have something special for you too," she said, suddenly
raising up on the bed. "Here. Sit down for me. Sit down on
the edge... like before."
Curious because she used the word "special", I did as
Amy requested. I sat down on the edge of the bed as she dropped
to her knees in front of me. I quickly got the idea that she was
going to offer me one of her skilled blowjobs. But, as I soon
found out... that wasn't the case at all.
Amy stroked my throbbing cock for a quick moment, before releasing
it and standing erect on her knees. Then, she grabbed hold of
each outer side of her breasts and lowered the large, firm globes
toward my quivering shaft. "How would you like to fuck my
breasts, Jeremy?"
Amy trapped my stiff erection between her breasts and then squeezed
them together. The ensuing result was that her globes gripped
my cock like a powerful vice. I could do nothing but moan, and
stare at her in unyielding lust.
The 26-year-old giggled as she palmed her breasts and held them
tight with my shaft trapped between them. She started to move
her body up-and-down, my cock sliding in her vast cleavage at
the very same time.
"OH YEAH," I moaned, enjoying this special treatment.
Amy continued moving up-and-down. It was pretty obvious
that she enjoyed having my cock between her breasts as well.
"I want to keep doing this," I moaned as Amy slowed
her pace down, looking at me. "But I want a different position.
I want you sitting on the floor."
Amy released my cock and took a seat on the floor, with her back
against the bed. Meanwhile, I stood up and grasped my throbbing
member, stroking it, then maneuvered myself to the front of her.
Amy's thighs were far apart, her knees in the air and high-heeled
feet on the floor, as she looked up at me while rubbing her freshly-shorn
pussy.
I moved between her upturned knees and then dropped down to my
own knees. The red-head laid her head back against the bed and
smiled at me. I proceeded to slip my erection back into her cleavage,
and Amy responded by smashing her breasts together, my shaft once
again trapped between them.
With this new position, I was now able to thrust away at her deepened
cleavage. I did just that, beginning to buck and churn my hips
in a fast, frenzied motion.
This was something new for me. I had never done this sort of sexual
act until today. But hey... the summer here on the island would
involve a whole lot of firsts for me. It had already, in fact...
and this was just the fourth day.
Amy tilted her head all the way forward and extended her velvety
tongue. I responded by halting my motion on the following upstroke,
so the hellcat could lick the head of my shaft with her tongue.
Amy kept it extended as I moved back but when I returned with
my next upstroke, she licked my cock once again.
Amy's arms were trembling; she was using all of the strength in
them to smash her breasts together, almost as one. This did nothing
but create added friction upon my cock, which already felt as
if it were on erotic fire.
The red-headed temptress released her breasts and I held still
for a moment, my cock resting in her cleavage. I looked down and
noticed that her skin was glistening with my pre-cum. My next
move was to grab hold of my cock and gently whack it several times
against her breasts, which brought forth a giggle from the aggressive
vixen.
Amy smashed her breasts together again, and I responded by re-starting
my thrusting motion. She looked up at me, her eyes glowing with
both lust and devotion, and smiled.
"You like fucking my breasts... don't you?" she teased.
"Yeah... you like it. You love how your big cock feels between
my breasts."
"I certainly do," was my reply, as I tried to hold back
what promised to be a memorable orgasm.
"You know what else, Jeremy?"
"Wh-What?" I labored.
"I love you fucking my breasts," she countered. "Your
cock feels so hot and strong between them. Oh wow, I love this!
You can fuck my breasts from now on if you want!"
That was it. I lost it.
I gasped and growled, my body at the edge, as Amy released her
breasts. Then, I fisted my cock and held it up before her face,
which prompted Amy to open her mouth and extend her tongue. I
stroked my cock and then...
A heavy spurt of cum blasted out and splattered over the edge
of Amy's mouth and cheek. I positioned my cock directly in front
of her outstretched tongue, and then a second glob shot out. It
landed - sure enough - on her velvety tongue. I continued stroking
my shaft with my hand as smaller spurts blasted out from within
its tip. My gooey seed landed upon her face, mouth and tongue,
as well as her neck and cleavage.
Once I had run dry, I sighed and gasped in satisfaction. Amy took
hold of my now-limp cock and gave it a gentle lick with her tongue,
and smiled up at me.
"Aren't you glad that I came here to visit you today?"
she asked in a sneery giggle. "I sure am."
"You bet I am," was my response. I looked down at Amy
and watched as she continued to lick away at my deflated shaft.
I had given her a really good cum-bath - especially in her hair,
and on her face. So much so, in fact, that a big glob of my seed
was dangling obscenely from her chin.
Amy looked more like a slut now than ever before...
<<<- End of Part 10 ->>>
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