"I'm not worthy" I said, only half-joking. She smiled.She danced for me a bit, then started to wrap the bra around my head and face. "Close your eyes"...she said.I did. She continued dancing to her rhythm, keeping her hands on my face and head. I could smell her scent on the bra."Breath through your nose" she said. As I did, she pulled me closer to her. She pulled me into her half unzipped jeans and gently pushed my nose into her crotch. I could smell her scent, womanly, fresh, pretty. Like pussy. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. His lips crushed mine in a heated twist of open mouths and silky tongues. Once I broke the kiss, his hands found my hips, pushing gently. “Let’s go.”I nodded my consent. He led the way to his room, hand in mine. Before we reached the door, he turned to me. He pushed me against the doorframe, hands grabbing my ass as he kissed me again. We made our way into the bedroom mouths connected still. I pulled his shirt off, and. Those first rays of light penetrating between the curtains –after my usual slapdash fashion I hadn’t pulled them completely- making her words of the previous evening seem more, rather than less, fantastical.Disgusting, repellent, perverted and immoral, I’ll leave you to take as read. Groaning at the movement, body stiff and painful –I’ll get to that soon- I’d gently eased myself from the single cot and slipped on my bathrobe to head downstairs; a journey it seemed I was making in the home of. " His other hand was busy thrusting into my pussy."Please," I moaned. He twisted my nipple and licked my neck. "Please what, slut?" Please fuck me. My pussy is so wet, I need you to fuck me." Cunt, your cunt is wet. You want me to fuck you? Right here in the parking lot like a whore? Where anyone can see you?" Yes, please. Fuck me like your whore," I begged, ashamed but too horny to care.He now had three fingers inside me, "And you will do anything to make me fuck you, won't you slut?"I was now.