My lips about his crown. I tasted salty precum.I swallowed his dick.“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned. “Brittany, you can't do that.”His hand...squeezed hard about my left wrist as my lips sealed tight around the tip of his dick. I sucked on my first cock, my cheeks hollowing. My tongue explored around the crown, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting alive my taste buds. My virgin pussy clenched, my juices soaking my naughty panties. My nipples ached. .." Its an unsaid message that Scott is attracted only to whores. Scott smiles and laughs.He opens the door to the chem lab and both stop dead in their tracks. "Umm.. I guess she is..." Scott says to Randy, who is boiling over with rage. "You fucking whore!" Randy screams as he throws an empty glass vial across the room, hitting a wall near where Shelly is having her brains fucked out by the Chemistry Professor. Kyle Owens is his name, and he's a married, 50 year old with 3 kids. He should know. On the other hand we always can get some more as long as we are here. They are not cheap though, fucking bitches. I lost two men to get these three. However, you can look at them. If you want one of them, let me know.”The men let them pass after that.As they got closer they could see that the women had their wrists tied behind their backs and a rope around their ankles bound them to their post. The women were in a bad shape. Dirty, their clothes partly torn and two of them had some ugly bruises. To make amends I quickly put on some Barry White and crawled next to her. Kissing passionately and apologizing profusely. Mercifully she forgave my lack of sensitivity and brain cells. Lost in the comfort of cuddling and the delicious foreplay we watched each other masturbate... the greatest spectator sport ever.With my climax nearing I straddled her face grinding my pussy over her nose and mouth. I began humping and hunching as if performing some lewd lambada. When she dug her long nails into.