" he had sat down on the plastic chair, cock standing straight up. Looking at it throb I regained my composure and crawled across the nasty floor to h...m. I straddled him, holding his cock in my hand and rubbing the head along my slit."You really think so? You want to put this big cock in my tight little 18 year old pussy? You wanna split this little whore in half with this monster dick?" I did not wait for an answer. Instead I started lowering myself down onto him. My eyes fluttering slightly. The back wall was lined with mirrors. They dominated the studio from corner to corner, but were little more than a facade for the long, walk-in closet, which housed my mother's private collection. Very few people even knew it was there, mainly because it contained the pieces she never intended to sell.Mum's design sense leaned towards the strange and the fantastique. She often drew her inspiration from the excesses of fashion history - La Belle Epoch, French Rococo; anything with a Parisian. Mhmhmh mh.. those words still are fresh in my mind.. after a few minutes of pumping and humping we changed positions.Now the attack was from the back side.. she came quickly that way and now it was my turn to shoot. I came inside her. And I was wearing condom so there was no such threat.. we lay there for over half an hour. We did it thrice that day.. and I was thankful to Ankit for this fuck she too was thankful to him for getting me back.Weeks went by and every weekend we got a chance to. Ben lays you back down, keeping your hands up by the headboard, slowly running his callused fingers from your palms, down your arms to the sides of your breasts. They continue down until his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, gently and slowly easing them off of you. He stands and undresses, watching you intently the whole time. He then stands by the bed for a moment, his eyes studying your beautiful form from head to toe as though lost in your hypnotic beauty. You’re trembling.