All tarted up, smoking like a total fetish queen. I thought about my neighbour being left high and dry (well, probably high and VERY damp!), but I nee...ed the money shot! I sat reclined on my sofa, wanking slowly, and smoking extra erotically, admiring the shiny rubber and PVC clad vision in the 4 mirrors I always placed strategically, to watch myself in. The bright backlighting always highlighting my voluminous white exhales. My red lips and fingernails contrasting against the black, creaking. I don't want to hurt you, but you forcefully rip my head towards you with a quick jerk.I don't understand what you want, but then you aggressively pull my lips to yours and kiss me.Our lips interlock.You bite my lower lip, and now I know what you want. I rip off the black thong under your skirt. Your thinking the same thing because your hand pushes my jeans and boxers down as you pull out my hard dick.My hand powers open your thighs as I shove my dick inside you, lifting you off of the steps. No boys..." Of course not, Daddy!" she gave the obligatory reassurance.They were off in a final burst of clicking high heels, slamming doors and automotive sounds. And we were alone in the house for the evening.It's a nice feeling to be with your best friend and be able to talk about anything you want to; anything that is bothering you. It was that kind of a friendship, too. Even though my family rolls their eyes at Melissa's wild streak, I love her. She is as loyal as can be and shares. “YES… fuck yes, PLEAAAASE,” I implored.“Beg me like you mean it,” was his reply.“PLEAAAAAASE,” I replied.“Okay, maybe two more inches.”“More, PLEAAASE more,” I begged after he again stopped.“Aaaaah,” he growled, as his phallic phantom assailed me completely. “Happy?” he asked after bottoming out.“Oomph, FUUUUUUCK YES,” was my satisfied reply.As he began slowly humping my backside, I started whimpering. Jesus, I had never felt anything this good.“Are you happy baby?” He asked.Even with my eyes.