The girl backed up and set down on the sofa. Tess kicked off her sandals. ‘Samantha, Is it?’ The girl nodded. ‘I would prefer if you spoke.’ T...ss said. ‘Yes, my name is Samantha.’ The girl said. Tess pulled her Tee shirt over her head and let it drop. ‘Do they ever call you Sam?’ ‘No.’ The girl replied. Tess unbuttoned her shorts. ‘May I?’ She said. ‘Call you Sam?’ The girl nodded and then caught herself. ‘Sure.’ She said. ‘I like the name Sam.’ Tess said as she pulled down the zipped to her. And I can't help but still be horny, and in desperate need of sucking a real dick. I haven't been with a man in months, but this whole weekend gave me a craving I had to fulfill. So like most closeted bi men do, I posted on Craigslist a simple ad, "28m Looking for Hung men, Tonight." I got a few responses into the late hours of the night, mostly from old men with 6" peckers. Nothing remotely interesting, so I ended up going to bed unsatisfied. Tuesday Morning I wake up and like every morning. She stared down at the endlless waves, white and frothy as they hit the huge rocks below. The wind had picked up and it was getting quite chilly. She tightened her scarf around her head and neck, the cold cutting right through her. She also tightened the belt on her raincoat and slipped her cold hands in her pockets."What was this?" she said aloud. She felt the cold metal and unusual form of a small object in her right pocket. She lifted it into her palm and felt the fine long link of chain. ’ He grabbed the back of her hair and slid an inch into her mouth. Cindy started choking, so he pulled out to let her breath and then begin slow movements in and out of her mouth, fucking it like a pussy. ‘Yeah, that’s good baby, you’re hot, soooo hot. I knew you were a natural to suck cock,’ Jason grinned and thrust further into her mouth. He kept using the key word to help get her ready to fuck. Cindy winced, she hated his crass language, but her pussy felt so needy. ‘What’s wrong with me?’.