His face was chiseled, a bit of stubble. He wore a blue pinstripe suit and trousers and his bow tie hung loosely from his neck. He held a whisky glass...in his hand and a cigarette burned between his fingers. Taking a sip from his glass, he asked, “Bored much? Parties aren’t really my thing.” I nodded like a bedazzled school girl.Now I have been sexually active since the age of 16 and as a girl with a nice face and thin body, I had my way with boys and always managed to get them to do my bidding.. I winced when he started roughly playing with my new nipple rings. I tried to slow him down and gentle him just a little. "Easy," I said, as gently as I could. "They're tender. It's better to caress them like your friends did."He looked me right in the eyes and with a surprisingly adult leer on his face he said, "Fuck you, bitch! I know what you are. You're a slut. My brother told me about girls like you and I can do anything I want to you! That's why your pussy is wet. You like this stuff."I. ...and now I'm sucking him properly, and steadily wanking him at the sametime. My hair falls forward, forming a tent for my eagerly worshippinglips, a secret shrine in which to receive the special, pearly-white,sacrament that both sustains and feeds my love (...oh I want to taste himI want to taste his come NOW...)I feel Glenn's hands at the sides of my head, fingers wrapping gently inmy tumbling hair - a sign that he is close - and in a frenzy of lust Iclose my eyes and take charge, wanking. I could only stand there and look down into her eyes while she sucked me gently,"Mum" I whispered, "I can't stop it"She winked at me and seemed to gag, then suddenly her head moved forward and my cock slid easily into the back of her throat, she was deep throating me!"Oh Christ mum"Her hands clutched at my buttocks, my hands gripped her hair as she swallowed eagerly, not once did she gag or heave as I pumped spurt after spurt down her throatEven when I was empty and pulled myself back, her lips.