His face was square with short blonde hair and serious dark blue eyes. He had a soft, quiet voice. The type of voice that was perfect for whispering, ...es, mistress. It was Derricks birthday and I had special games in store for us. He showed up at my house at noon, hard and ready for fun, wearing only a thin pair of white running shorts. Sweat ran down his smooth chest, over his flat belly and onto the waist band of his shorts. I licked my lips in appreciation. Have you been working out? I. Then he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up. Then using my hair to guide me he spun me around, still fucking me, told me stay bent over and made me take a few steps over to Alan’s desk. He had me put my hands on the desk as if I was getting a pat down. Then he really began to fuck me hard and fast. I was overwhelmed with my own dirty lust; I loved what I was doing, and loved being such a dirty slut. I moaned like a porn star. Mixing in 'fuck me Dave with interview me Dave. And. He stopped Karen whose head was resting against his stomach for his entire length was somewhere down her throat. "Give Doreen a chance to suck", he said. "You strip. Your sucking was terrific, now I want to shove my cock up your cunt". There was no objection to the 'c' word; she pulled away revealing a saliva covered prick which Doreen immediately let slide into her open mouth and as she sucked, Karen stripped, revealing his hoped for desire a massive triangle of hair at her groin.Pulling out. I perched briefly on my new swing, pushing off and arching my back to dip my head back and let my long auburn hair drag across the soft grass. I felt so vulnerable and free-swinging naked in my garden. My mind wandered to one of my favorite paintings in my book that graced some castle in Germany. It was of Antheia the flower goddess seducing Ares the god of war in her garden while cupid drug off and hid Ares’s weapons in hopes of bringing peace and stopping all future wars. I desperately.