“I love it sir, it feels good to be fucked by a pig. I want to be your pig fucking slut.” Mr. Miller walked over, and slapped my tits hard smili...g. “You are cunt, you are.” The pig grunted and pummeled my cunt. It’s corkscrew cock felt funny but I came hard as it shot hot sticky cum up my fourteen year old cunt. For the next two months, the huge boar was added to the fucking schedule on the weekends. That was normal, I had one kind of cock or any other strange thing Mr. Miller shoved up. "I will in turn keep mine." He smiled at her." But I also want you to have a gratuity." Berlusconi grazed her nipples with the back of his hand, Tina moaned softly as his fingers sent a tingle of excitement through her body. Even though he was an old man, fifty years her senior, this situation was just too erotic not to be excited. Berlusconi's other hand dropped to his side and deftly, he ran a finger down the damp cleft of her exposed pussy, his and eased her lips apart slipping into the warm. "Oh, hey there Charlie, not much with me. What sup?" he said looking up from his laptop. "Nothing, just stopping by to say hi because I noticed you were still here." "Oh yeah just checking my email. Are you pumped for the summer?" he asked. I started to get nervous speaking to him. I wasn't sure why this was happening. It was just Mr. Lang. I didn't want to believe it but, I thought to myself maybe I was attracted to him or that man crush thing. My heart was pumping, my palms got sweaty and. I thought she was maybe having a heart attack or something, being an old woman. But when I asked if she was all right, she opened her eyes and, through a big smile, she assured me that everything was wonderful. She had me kiss her, not passionately but 'sweet and gentle', as she said.After some minutes of this, her kisses started becoming more fervent, as if she was getting hungry for more. Breaking off briefly, she whispered, "Fuck me, Kurt. I want your cock in my pussy, I'm so ready for you..