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Allie and the Old Man Chapter 2
Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
him. His face was plastered with a big dopey grin--a grin that made it all too clear he knew he was winning. "Come on, girl," he mocked. "Cum for me!" "Fuck....you..." she managed breathlessly. Her heart was pounding and her limbs were quivering like jello. "You will soon enough," he sneered. At last, that was what broke her resolve. First she let go a whimper, then a yelp, and before long she was shamelessly moaning out loud. Paul quickened his pace. She was already seeing stars when, out of nowhere she a finger slip into...well, her other hole. What was she doing? But before she could ask or protest, she felt her loins convulsing and she was cumming. "Yes!" she screamed. "Oh my God yes!!!" She didn't even think about who might hear. It was humiliating, writhing around and screaming like that, but she couldn't help herself. "That a bitch," he taunted. "Cum for me!" "Oh my God," she whimpered. "I AM!" Her hips bucked and she ground herself against Paul's eager hand. Mere moments since she'd begged him to stop, she was craving more. "Oh my," he laughed. "You really are a huge slut!" Breathless and ashamed, she couldn't even deny it. When his fingers finally slipped out of her sopping wet hole, she felt empty in more ways than one. For a moment, then they both sat in silence. Allie closed her eyes again, and as the blinding lust subsided, wished herself away. Paul seemed too ... happy right there, staring brazenly at the mostly naked teenager. Allie broke the silence first. "You should go," she said. "Someone might see." He shrugged. "So what? I'm sort of proud." Allie rolled her eyes. "Pig," she said. "You'll get in trouble. I'll tell them what you did." He seemed unphased. "Go for it," he said. "At my age, I'll probation. At worst. You'll have to admit you blew an old man. Twice." "You're an asshole," she cursed. "And I only blew you once, anyway." "That's right," he said. "You owe me still!" Before she knew what was happening, Paul grabbed her hair at the base of her ponytail, and jerked her flailing onto the wooden deck. She screamed as it felt like he was ripping her hair from her scalp all at once. In the whirr of pain and falling, she didn't see Paul lower his shorts, but cowering there at his feet, still reeling from the attack, she found herself staring at the end of his big throbbing dick. "Suck it," he ordered, bobbing his cock head against her lips. "No way," she snapped. "Never again!" "We'll see about that," he snarled. He shoved her hard, and she fell flat on her back. Then, with surprising quickness, he straddled her chest so that his cock rested on her face. "Last chance to play nice," he said. She could feel his wrinkling ball sack on her chin, and his old-man smells--a mix of sweat and mothballs, seemingly ...