1. The Ghost of Paris Chapter 12: Afternoon At the Park & Epilogue: The Pink-Haired Girl


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to pussy, Blowjob, Exhibitionism, Male / Females, Male/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    “Oh, yes! Film me!” Ruth came a second time on my pecker, bucking on the bench. “Upload this on the internet! Let everyone see me!” I wasn't going to last long in her constantly spasming pussy. She moaned and gasped, playing with her nipples. Her legs were still splayed wide, letting her voyeur see her cunt gaping open as my pecker reamed her over and over. The bench rocked and creaked as I fucked the slut harder and faster. “Dirty whore!” I hissed into her ear. “When I cum in your cooch, I want you to take that voyeur over to them bushes, get on your knees like a bitch, and let him pound your cunt while I watch.” She pinched her nipple, cooch spasming on my pecker, and groaned, “Yes!” My body tensed, my cum building. I buried into her cooch, her sheath milking my pecker. I erupted into her juicy cunt, grunting loudly. I gasped and relaxed; finally satiated. I pulled out, flopped onto the bench next to her. Her voyeur was a pudgy young man, pointing his cell phone at her. She stood up on wobbly legs, and walked towards him. She grabbed the voyeur's hand, sweat breaking out on the man's forehead, and led him over to the bushes. Like a good slut, she got on her knees. It's where all women belonged, on their knees, ready to please some man. “Shit!” the pudgy voyeur grunted. “Hurry up and fuck me!” Ruth moaned. “Shit!” Did the fat fucker know any more words? He dropped to his knees behind her, shoved his shorts down, and buried into her cooch. He fucked her hard, making her ...
    hanging tits sway back and forth. Ruth grunted, smiled at me, and fucked her hips back into the fat guy. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” “Oh, my god!” sneered a woman. Two hot girls, eighteen or nineteen, and a beefy guy stood nearby, watching Ruth. The girls had looks of disgust on their faces, but the guy grinned. One of the girls—a tan brunette, the tips of her curly hair bleached; something red glinted on her nose, a piercing of some sort—nudged the guy. “You're supposed to be gettin' us food, Nate,” the brunette said. “Not pervin' on some hobag.” “Sorry, Cheryl-Lynn.” The brunette hooked her arm through the other girl's, a sandy blonde with slim hips and small tits that her tube top showed off quite nicely. The blonde girl looked like Nate's sister: they had the same hair color and their faces had a similar shape. The brunette led the blonde towards the restrooms. They both wore tight, and very skimpy, shorts that hugged their asses. My pecker rose, and I followed after the girls. “God, what a slut,” the blonde giggled. “I can't believe Ruth would do that.” “And that guy she was fuckin'...” Cheryl-Lynn gave a shudder. “She's turned into a complete hobag, Tammy. Just like the mayor's daughter.” Tammy let out a wicked giggle. “I heard she fucked every guy at the Cowgirl Salon.” I was just a foot behind the two chatting sluts, their tight asses wiggling in their short shorts. Cheryl-Lynn's were purple, thin, and dug into her ass crack and molded to her beautiful cheeks. Tammy's were a pair ...