You ask me again, ‘Do you want me baby’, ‘do you want me to fuck your little whore mouth’. I say yes. You slap my pussy and tell me to answer ...ou the right way. Once more you ask me ‘do you want me to fuck your dirty whore mouth’, I say yes sir, please. Your body raise above mine, I feel your knees rest on either side of my head and your hard cock pressing against my mouth. I open my mouth to take you in and savor the heat and throbbing of your cock but you hold back on me. I feel the tip trace. A hand inside my dress,rhythmically pushing at a nipple, long legs rubbing together inside thecream dress ended in sexy high heels. Lifting my ass from the couch, Ipulled the dress up past my hips and began the slow journey down mybelly to stroke the hidden package in my panties.Taking several of the tissues from the box I had been using when I didmy nails, I gently lifted the waistband of the panties and wrapped themaround the head of my cock. Easing the panty back down, I watched as awoman?s. I remember withfascination my own coming of age and how the feelings and the sensationsoriginating from my growing testes and thickening penis turned me on. Whathappened next made me down right hard.His hazel eyes soon focused downward and I could tell he was becomingengrossed with that nice cock of his. His hand was soon cupping his nutsand he spent a few seconds alternatively cupping and yanking them. Sureenough, I could see the first signs of his penis hardening. It bobbed withhis. When she came to work at our house she was close to 36.As she was very friendly to me, she would touch me and talk to me in front of my mother. I wouldn’t say anything but it started to kindle my cock. I never made any sexual advances and didn’t have the courage to do so as my mother or sister would be around.My junior college exams were approaching and she was my only distraction during those times. As she would do her chores, she would have to bend and do them. Like sweeping and mopping. On a.