Mr. Blair was quick to pick up his mobile phone from the desk and snap a photograph of Gail. She moved to watch as he transferred it to his laptop. He hooked the machine to a printer and in seconds a color print of the photo was coming out.
Gail grabbed hold to look at it then held it out. She could see that her hand was trembling. It was her first ever experience of an older man and the fact that she was in control was making it an experience to savor.
“Show me,” she said.
Mr. Blair took the print from her and reached to his zipper. He pulled it down and slipped his hand inside.
“No…,” Gail said. “I want to see you naked when you do it.”
Her neighbor offered no protest to the suggestion and pulled his hand back out. Gail sensed the heat in her body rising as he reached for the buttons of his shirt and started to loosen them. His toned torso slowly came in view as each one opened and he finally shrugged the shirt from his shoulders and dropped it on the floor.
Gail licked her lips nervously and let out a slow breath as she watched his hands drop to his waist. The signs of an erection were already starting to show through Mr. Blair’s pants and it was obvious that he was getting turned on for what was happening. He unbuckled his belt then undid the button of his pants to let them slide down his legs. As he stepped out of them he reached for the waistband of his boxer shorts.
Gail was all too aware of her nervousness growing as the material came down to reveal a semi-erect cock.
“Oh yeah…,” she let out as her eyes fixed on the erotic sight.
Mr. Blair dragged his underwear to his ankles and off then straightened up. It wasn’t the picture he was looking at though as he grabbed hold of his stiffening cock. His gaze was roaming over Gail’s bikini-clad body and it was bringing a tingle to her skin. His cock came fully alive as he stroked it and she decided to show him more. Reaching for her bikini, she dragged one cup down to expose a nipple.
“You like that?” she asked and saw him nod his head. “I bet you do so keep going and show me how much you like that picture.”
Mr. Blair dropped to his hands and knees and put the picture of the floor under him. His gaze was still on Gail’s exposed breast though and she decided to tease him with more. She dragged the other cup down to expose both nipples and brushed her fingers over them. Her neighbor’s hand sped up on his erection as he watched and the sight of it spurred the college girl onto more. She groped and fondled her breasts and the flush of pleasure brought out her shudders.
“Do it,” she urged.
Mr. Blair’s actions sped up even more as he pushed himself on to giving another of Gail’s pictures a cum tribute. Having her watch him do it made it all the more of a thrill and the breath rasped from him.
Gail moved closer and suddenly wanted to do more than just watch. The thought of holding Mr. Blair’s cock in her hand as it unloaded all over her picture was dirty, but she knew that she wanted to do it. She dropped to her knees beside him and knocked his hand away. The breath stuck in her throat as she circled her fingers around his erection and felt the throbbing response.
Mr. Blair groaned as she ran her fingers slowly along his full length. The sound of it spurred her on and she gradually worked to a faster rhythm as she stroked his cock. In a matter of seconds her touch was flashing along a solid erection and she tightened her grip on it. The breath came rasping from her as her elation mounted. She looked down at the photo of her in the bikini and the desire to see her neighbor finish all over it came on so strong. It was the kinkiest experience of her life and she didn’t hold back as she worked her neighbor’s stiff shaft to make him empty his balls.
“C’mon,” she urged. “Show me just how much you want to dirty my cute picture.”
Gail kept talking dirty to Mr. Blair as she jerked him off with long strokes and the sound of his groans got louder.
“Can’t hold back any more,” he gasped as the enjoyment of the touch finally proved too much for him.
Gail kept stroking hard until she sensed the cock tensing in her hand. She pulled her fingers right down to the base and pressed her fingers against his balls. Mr. Blair’s groan made it sound like he was in pain, but it was only pleasure pumping through his veins as he let go. A flood of thick cum shot out and splashed across the picture.
“Oh fuck yeah…,” said Gail as she watched and laughed as she kept the tip of his erect shaft aimed right at her picture.
The jerking of his cock in her hand kept going as more splashes of white streaked across the piece of paper. She started stroking again to milk every last drop of cum on her picture and laughed again when it was all over.
“That is so dirty,” she said as she released her grip and touched her fingers on the thick white.
Mr. Blair sat back on his haunches and shuddered as he came back down from the high of the release. He moved to grab his phone from the desk and took a photo of the cum-stained picture.
“Another one for your collection,” Gail joked, but as she stood she couldn’t tear her gaze from the picture. The sight of the cum on her sent a rush of heat surging through her body. Up to that point she’d been thinking about nothing other than watching Mr. Blair take himself all the way, but suddenly she wanted so much more and in the excitement of the moment went after it. “Maybe if you make me feel good I’ll let you do more than just cum on a picture of me.”
Her neighbor’s eyes opened wide at the sound of the words and a look of disbelief crossed his face. Gail slid her fingers under the side of her bikini briefs and teased the material lower. It put a little more naked skin on show, but kept her pussy just hidden from view and she saw the look of disbelief on Mr. Blair’s face turn to one of lust. Shudders slid down her spine as control of the situation passed over to him.
He stood and grabbed her wrist to lead her over to his desk. Clearing a space, he made her perch on the edge so that her feet were dangling towards the floor. Gail let out a gasp as Mr. Blair dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart so that he could get in between. She leaned back and rested her hands on the surface of the desk as he moved in to press kisses on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Oh yeah…,” she groaned as she rocked her head back and closed her eyes.
Hot kisses slid higher on her legs until she was enjoying the touch of lips pressing on the already soaked material of her bikini briefs. Her taste acted as a spur to the older man and he flicked out his tongue to lick at the wetness. His touch gradually got rougher as he worked the tip of his tongue along the outline of her pussy lips and Gail could feel the material being pushed inside as she was opened up.
The heat of desire burned on her skin and she wriggled around as she took in the enjoyment of getting what she wanted. The touch of fingertips on the naked skin of her thigh was a sign that she was about to get even more. Mr. Blair moved his head back as he grabbed hold of the bikini briefs and pulled them to the side. The sight of naked pussy brought out his hunger and he greedily pressed his lips on her wet skin.
Every muscle in Gail’s body seemed to tense at the rush of exhilaration the touch brought on. Her breathing started to get ragged as eager licks brushed along her pussy lips and this time as she was opened up there was nothing stopping Mr. Blair’s tongue from plunging deep. He took full advantaged and as he pushed his head forward he rasped touches on the slick inner skin of her wet pussy.
Gail forced her hips forward and groaned as his tongue slid even deeper in her pussy. It lashed around inside her as Mr. Blair went all out to give her what she wanted and slid his fingers to her clit to flick the little bud out of its hood. He brushed touches back and forth over her clit as he licked out her cunt, but when he started to struggle for breath he pulled back to change things around.
Gail looked down to watch as the tip of his tongue played on her clit and she held her breath as his fingers teased around her wet pussy entrance. She knew what was coming, but the breath still rasped from her in an excited gasp as the penetrati
The finger fuck when it started was intense and Mr. Blair was like a man possessed as he licked her clit and drove his fingers in and out in a furious rhythm. It was sending Gail towards the moment she was craving and she forced herself towards the touches on her body as they drove her wild. The swell of pleasure finally ran to a high that tipped her over the edge and as the orgasm burst to life the sound of her cries filled the room.
Mr. Blair plunged two fingers all the way inside and held them deep as Gail writhed around on the desk. Her body was alight as the climax ripped through her and made her pussy walls spasm around the penetration. She threw her head back as her cries got louder until the ecstasy of the moment reached its peak and her muscles tensed. The pressure released to shudders as she came back down from the high and tried to catch her breath again.
As Mr. Blair pulled his fingers clear and stood up she saw that some life had already returned to his cock. Licking and fingering a younger woman was obviously enough of a turn on for him that he was unable to control the hot rush of blood that brought him hard again. Gail reached out and grabbed hold to pull it close. As she stroked it on her wet bikini briefs it came fully to life and the idea came to her.
“Put it under the material,’ she said.
Mr. Blair didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the edge of her briefs and lifted them so that he could push his cock underneath. When he let go the material snapped down on him to trap his cock against her wet skin. He rocked his hips to rub himself against it as he humped against her body.
“Oh shit this is so dirty…,” Gail gasped as she looked down to see the bulge of the cock under the wet material
She pressed her hand against it to trap it in place and stroked touches along the erect length. Mr. Blair’s groans started to get louder again and she could hear the desperation in the sound. The idea of cumming on her body was bringing out his lust for her and he started throwing himself forward with increasing force.
Gail’s desire to see the cum on her skin grew and she pushed Mr. Blair back to force his cock back out from under her bikini briefs. She grabbed hold to start stroking it and knew that this time it wasn’t going to be her picture that her neighbor finished on. Parting her legs wide she pulled the solid cock right up to her body and stroked it furiously to get what she wanted. She looked up to catch her lover’s gaze.
“C’mon,” she urged for the second time that day. “Show me just how much you want to dirty my pretty body.”
She stroked even harder as the sex between them came to another high and as his cock tensed in her hand she gripped it tightly. It jerked powerfully as a string of thick white streamed across her bikini bottoms and midriff.
Gail let out a squeal of delight as more cum was launched across her body and she looked to see the streaks of white that were sticking to her skin. They continued to splash against her each time Mr. Blair convulsed and as his release came to an end she stroked out the last few drops to make them spill on the wet material between her thighs. She worked the tip of the cock on her dirtied bikini briefs and groaned as her excitement slowly drained away.
Mr. Blair’s eyes were wide as he looked down at her cum-stained bikini briefs and skin, but he made no effort to pull back until she released her grip on his fading erection. As soon as she did though he grabbed his phone and started to take pictures of Gail’s body.
“Let me see,” she said and held out her hand. When she took the phone she looked at the pictures and couldn’t hold in her laughter. “You dirty pervert,” she teased him. “Look what you did to my fucking bikini.”
“Next time bring something to change into so that I can keep the bikini briefs after we finish,” he said.
“Oh…,” she said. “So you think there will be a next time?”
“Are you going to say no?” he asked.
Gail grinned and knew she would be back. It looked as if her neighbor wanted more than just cum-covered pictures in his collection and she knew that she would be giving him her bikini next time they played together.
“I’ll let you know,” she teased as she dropped down from the desk, but the smile on her face was a sign that she would be back. “Show me where your shower is so I can get cleaned up.”
She followed as Mr. Blair led the way and didn’t stop him as he took more pictures of her showering.
“Pervert,” she said as she got back out and grabbed a towel to dry herself.
“You bring it out in me,” he shot back.
Gail laughed as she walked out of the bathroom and headed back to the front door of the house. She glanced at her home as she walked back outside and moved to the pool. A quick swim and then some more sunbathing, she thought. There were still around a couple of weeks of her vacation to go and she suspected that there was some fun to be had with a kinky older man before she finally went back to college.
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Civilized
by
Nellie Cross
I have about a month until my graduation from Berkeley. A month until I can finally get my life started. School is fine and everything, but I’m ready to get out into the world, even if things are uncertain with the economy and all. I should be alright though, with me getting a degree in economics and having several internships under my belt, I hope I’m fine.
Today, I’m at the gym working out. I have to keep in shape — nobody likes a fat frat boy, unless he’s funny. But being well put together and funny will get you laid more. At 6’1, 246 pounds, I get laid a lot; once I get out into the world and stop making my own money, and stop living off of my dad, I’ll get laid even more.
Don’t get me wrong, coming from money is great. I have friends that survive on Top Ramen for a week while I can afford a nice steak, but my dad and I don’t have the greatest relationship. I think he’s too stern, and he thinks I’m too relaxed. He’s also disappointed that I didn’t try to come and work for his company. No thanks Dad.
My mother left my father and granted him full custody of me in the divorce, with her getting visitation. I figure that she had some type of breakdown being married to a man like my father, who treats everything like a business transaction, and not a humanistic transaction.
So when he calls me just as I’m completing some reps on the bench, I’m a little annoyed. What is he going to bitch about now?
“David,” he says (because he never calls me Dave like everyone else), “you have to come home, now. Isabella was in a car accident, and she’s in a coma…..”
Isabella is my stepmother. She’s the woman that raised me after my mother left my dad. Isabella is a saint. How she managed to put up with my father, after my own mother wouldn’t, is a testament to her patience, kindness and overall toughness. She doesn’t let my father get away with treating her as if she’s one of his employees. She went to bat for me many times when my dad would lay into me about my life. I love her as much as I love my own mother. She damn near is my mother. For her, I will make that six hour drive home.
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…beep…beep…beep…beep
The breathing tube in Isabella’s mouth looks as if it’s floating above her mouth. Her lips are chapped and pale, much like her face. I swear I saw her eyelids flutter, but it’s me getting my hopes up once again. She’s been like this for almost six months, and every day it looks like she’s no closer to waking up.
When I got home the day after the accident, I saw a man that wasn’t my father. He was broken down, tears streamed down his face, his entire appearance disheveled, a far cry from his neat and composed President of Traffix Works look.
I did something out of character also, and hugged my father. I helped him up off our tiled living room floor and ushered him to one of our leather couches. It squeaked as we both put our collective weight on it.
“She’ll be alright Dad,” I said. And then we sit in silence.
The front door opened.
Into the living room came Joanna, my 18 year old stepsister. She looked a mess, but that was her normal look. Heavy black eyeliner, ripped jeans, off the shoulder top with a cami underneath it, and too many chains around her neck; the look was completed by a look of general indifference. She was two years old when her mother and my father got married.
“What are you doing here?” She lit up a cigarette.
“Don’t smoke in the house,” I said. “Your mother was in a car accident. She’s at the hospital in a coma.”
“Tell me when the bitch is dead,” she said without a hint of sarcasm.
“For once can you show some respect? She really could die.”
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