1. Tech Support


    Date: 12/14/2014, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster

    So there I was, trying to explain to this proverbial blond how her computer had mysteriously come to be infected with the latest virus. "No no Carol, it really isn't the FBI at all. That's just a scare screen the hackers put up to scare you." "But, I didn't do anything! I mean, sometimes I click the wrong link and end up on some porn sight... but I always click right back off of it!" I could tell she was lying, of course. I'd found plenty of evidence that she had more than a passing acquaintance with several porn sites. But it's not my job to judge. Besides, I'm sure that anything she'd seen, I'd seen a hundred times before. Still, the idea of her perusing porn was exciting in it's own right. She was young, petite, and damn cute - though not really my style. Still, I'd certainly do her given half a chance, as would most men. And I really loved her small-but-perky titties. Was it my imagination that they started poking further out as her face flushed from the mere mention of porn? "Of course not Carol. You did nothing wrong. Heck, even if you looked at porn regularly like most people, that's certainly not i*****l - except for certain types. And you couldn't get to those without really trying." I could practically see the relief coursing through her - as well as a glint of something mischievous. "So don't worry about it. It's just hackers after your money... not the FBI peeking into your privates!" I winked at this last so she knew the play on words was intentional, and was ...
    rewarded with a demure lowering of her eyes and a resurgence of the pink cheeks. "Anyway," I cleared my throat, "I should be able to clean up this mess in a half hour or so, and we'll get you some better protection while we're at it. So just relax." She hung around making small talk for the first ten minutes or so. They usually do, thinking it's polite. And it probably is. But eventually she grew bored and finally made some excuse about needing to check the laundry. After watching the sweet bottom walk away, I pulled out my phone and was just about to crank up some Pissed Off Bird-Bombs, when I spied someone peeking at me from down the hall. Once she'd been caught, she giggled, and came out to say hi. I sighed, putting the phone away. No sense pissing off the customer by being rude to her k**. "Hey there", I said, by way of greeting. "Hi" she enthused, bouncing into the room and looking at the computer questioningly. "You gonna fix it?" "That's the idea. Should be good as new in a little bit." I looked over the mini-Carol. If her mom was a cutie, this k** was the Easter Bunny, wrapped up in the Fluffy-Cuddle Bear and tied together with butterflies and angel wings. She was just plain CUTE. I could tell that when she started to fill out, she was going to be a real heartbreaker, with her pug nose, hunter-green eyes, and cornsilk hair hanging nearly to her perfect little butt. Startled at myself, I pulled my mind from that butt. Hell. Certainly too young for a guy in his 40s to be ...
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