I want you to watch,” he says as he picks me up. I wrap my legs around him. He presses me against the wall. I can feel him at my entrance slowly rub...ing his cock head in and out, teasing me ever so slowly, the sadistic bastard.“Fuck me, please!” I try to push my pussy down to take more of him in me.“You aren't in control, I am. I own this sweet little juicy pussy. Now beg for it like you know how. Who owns you?” he says as he pushes a little deeper but then pulls out a bit.“You do, daddy! Only. I replaced his hand with mine and started rubbing his now mountain of a bulge in his boxers I pulled out his dick.It was the most beautiful piece of meat I had ever seen his throbbing cock pulsating sticking up 8 ½ inch straight up in the air with two enormous nuts hanging an inch and a half below his cock just waiting to empty their grand load of hot steamy cum down my throatI stopped thinking it was all I could do to breath, and hold back my nut myself lolI took his rock hard meat staff at. "His eyes can't help but wander down to your cleavage, your slim waist and your inviting hips as he speaks. He must be a leg man because he lingers on your shapely thighs for longer than usual. You give him a friendly smile as he finally looks back up into your beautiful face."I would like to do the talking, if that's okay with you", you propose."Yes, of course. That's fine. You're the expert after all."Soon you are standing with a phone at your ear, listening to the dial tone. It seems to ring. "Make yourself useful," I said, "And pass me a putter." In a daze, Steve did as I asked, and handed me his putter. I held the metal head of the club against my thigh--it was cold, and made me tingle. I slowly slid it up my thigh until it brushed my labia, then slipped the tip between my lips and into my sopping cunt. "Oh Fuck," said Steve. This was enough for him, and I could see his cock starting to swell again. Holding the shaft of the putter between my tits, I slipped the head in and out of.