” There was nothing I could do as I felt a liquid substance drip down on the crack of my ass and seep into my little pucker hole. I had to do someth...ng! What could I do? She is much stronger than I am and my hands are tied behind my back. I’m completely helpless to her. I have to at least try. I started bucking, kicking and squirming. Anything to prevent her from sticking that monster in my ass. I could feel the back of my foot make contact with something. “Oh you little shit! I’m going to make. In college, my desires became more diverse. I sought out Monique, the exchange student from Belgium. She sang a solo of lust on the stage in my mind, guided by the strokes of my fingers and the music of my mouth. I imagined the feel of her skin, soft and smooth, and the sharp taste of her juice.After a month I had become obsessed with her. I decided to either fulfill the demands of my imagination, or find some other target for my private lusts. In the back of a theater showing of "The Hunger",. The Denver Broncos in a head-to-head battle to claim the infamous Vince Lombardi trophy. Me, well you can say I went all in this year. Of course, I was pulling for my man Payton and his sexy arm to get the job done and reclaim his seat as the best quarterback in the league. I went as far as to purchase a Peyton jersey to show my full support! The party was at our house, and there was only one person who showed up out of the five people invited. We were all chilling before the game just knocking. "I heard you talking to Mrs. Monroe earlier," he says. Fuck, that's so embarrassing. I blush fiercely, looking down at the folders in my hands, not really knowing what to say. He comes closer, crowding me, lowering his voice to a hush. "Do you know how many times I’ve imagined taking you? How I’ve stroked my hard cock thinking about pushing into your tight little wet cunt." What? He has? I look up and meet his penetrating gaze. "No," I whisper, staring at him. "Hearing what you said to Mrs..