Shannon felt his tube steak tense, then closed her eyes and waited.
The first blast of hot cum shot from his cock like a ball from a cannon. Shannon swallowed as it slapped the back of her throat, and then stream after steamy stream of thick cum pumped into her mouth as Eric emptied his sack.
Eric relaxed as his cock softened in Shannon’s mouth. Her eyes were stinging from the assault on her mouth, but she looked up and fixed her gaze on him anyway. He stretched in the chair, a massive smile widening his face.
She opened her mouth wide to show Eric how she swallowed his giant load of throat yogurt, like a good little salon slut. Shannon laughed at his still widening smile. “I take it you liked that?” she said.
Eric nodded. “And you?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” Shannon answered, rubbing his cock over her lips, mixing his cum with her saliva. “Very much.”
“Good,” Eric picked her up and sat her in the salon chair. His strength drenched her leg with another squirt of juices. He spread her legs and knelt between them.
Without a word, Eric dove into her perfectly shaved pussy, gleaming with juices. He lapped Shannon from asshole to clit, running his tongue deep between her lips. She melted at his touch, as he licked her slit like a dog.
Most men didn’t know how to eat pussy. They simply licked and lapped and jabbed their fingers in and out, but this guy was an artist, working his tongue like it was a brush and her cunt was the canvas.
Shannon pumped her hips, working with Eric’s rhythm. He swirled his tongue around her hardened nub, then quickly flicked. Spasms of electricity shot through the walls of her quivering cunt and she glazed his face like a donut.
“Uuuuuuuh,” she moaned, squeezing her tits, halfway to Heaven, pulling and stroking the rosy buds crowning her tits.
Shannon wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She wanted his fat cock in her pussy but wasn’t sure it was worth leaving his mouth. Eric slurped at her clit, making her squirm uncontrollably. She bucked her hips harder, riding his mouth like a girl on a pony.
So much pleasure, and he had yet to stick so much as a finger inside her. Shannon arched her back and moaned like an old guitar. She couldn’t control herself, and didn’t want to. Eric lifted her legs as he slammed the flat of his tongue against her slit and then stabbed her drenched hole with its tip.
Shannon looped her arms around her legs to pull them closer to her chest.
Eric’s breath was rabid, like a starving dog attacking his food. Shannon shuddered in a continuous series of orgasm. As soon as one would stop, another would rattle her body. The salon was spinning around her. Her lust was piping-hot, but the dam burst when Eric clamped his lips around her clit and shoved his longest finger deep into her asshole.
Shannon screamed, and her cunt erupted in a fountain of sweet, sticky cum. With each pump into her ass, Shannon squirted more and more, covering Eric’s face and back and everywhere else with her sopping juice. Her cum streamed down his chest and then dripped into a puddle on the floor.
“Holy fuck!” Shannon gasped, trying to catch her breath. Her numb body started to tremble. She had never had such a powerful orgasm in her life. Her pussy was normally sopping wet during sex, and her cum would regularly leak from her slit, then drip down and over her asshole, but she had never actually ejaculated.
He made her feel like a fucking goddess, and now she wanted to fuck like a goddess all goddamn night.
Eric took Shannon by the hand and led her to the furthest station, where he turned her around to face the mirror, and pulled her back against him. She felt the soak of her cum on his chest rub into her back, then watched as he kissed her shoulders, his powerful hands moving up her flat stomach and over her tits. Her nipples were so hard they could have etched lines in his palms.
She wasn’t sure if Eric was ready again, but his hard cock pressing between her ass cheeks said he already was. Eric squeezed Shannon’s tits, and then fingered her sensitive nipples, taking them between his thumbs and forefingers and pulling them hard. He pulled more, then bent Shannon over as she wiggled her ass, silently begging him to finally fuck her.
Shannon reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her glistening pussy. Eric kept one hand on her tit, splitting her pussy with the other. She shivered as Eric ran his pulsing tip up and down along her slit, lubing it with her slick, sticky juices.
A second before she started begging out loud, Eric slowly pressed his tip into her tight, hot hole. Shannon grunted as he pierced her, his girth bleaching her breath. She pressed her ass toward him, until her cunt finally swallowed his entire length.
Eric swiveled his hips, slowly breaking her in.
Her pussy surrendered as Eric eased his thick dick in and out of her happy valley. His movement was slow at first, but as the minutes past, his pace quickened. Soon enough, he was pounding his hips against Shannon’s ass with feral grunts. Every smash forward forced a moan from her lips, as she stared in the mirror enjoying her complete loss of control.
Shannon pumped her ass to meet his rhythm, rubbing her nub while Eric abused her gash. Her toes curled and she chewed her lower lip as she came again, harder than ever, juices lubing Eric’s love muscle, as her snatch swallowed his girth.
“Fuck me!” She wailed. “Fuck me like a whore! Punish my naughty cunt!”
Her words were driving him wild, or maybe it was that the salon smelled like an orgy. Eric grabbed her hips and held them tight as he rammed his cock harder and faster with every thrust. His cock raged, and Shannon readied her body for his final blast. Heavy breaths gave way to grunting hisses, as Eric continued to fuck her with rapid thrusts.
His balls tightened and Shannon bucked her ass, jamming backward onto his cock.
“Cum baby! Cum!” she screamed as Eric churned her creamy cunt. His body tightened up in one final ferocious ream then he exploded inside of her.
Eric held on as his cock finished throbbing and twitching inside her. When Shannon felt his dick soften, she pulled herself from his spent shaft and smiled, then turned around and kissed him softly on the lips. “Shall I finish your hair?” she said.
“Only if I can book a standing appointment.” He barely had the breath to finish his sentence.
“I’ll put you in the calendar,” she said. Shannon picked up the scissors and wondered how long it would take for Eric to get hard again.
XXX
Fucking on Campus
Amanda hated the stupid alumni charity parties they were always throwing at her stupid, richy rich, bitchy ass school. They were fucking ridiculous and filled with super fat fucking hypocrites – mostly men showing off their fancy cars, diamond studded watches, and trophy wives. Not that the women were much better, with their obnoxious, expensive jewelry and overly-tight designer clothes, where they stuffed their bodies like botoxed sausages.
It wasn’t that Amanda didn’t like money. She liked it fine, and planned to make quite a lot herself, but she was more of a walk softly and carry a fat wallet sort of girl, which was nothing like the stomp through the room swinging a Prada purse like nearly every other girl at her school.
This was probably because Amanda was born with a plastic spoon instead of a silver one. Her parents were rich, sure, but it had taken them a helluva long time to get there. Two decades of hard work had finally earned them “overnight success” and countless millions. This happened when their jewelry line, designed by the two of them together, was suddenly picked up by Target after selling modestly in their New Jersey jewelry boutique for nearly all of Amanda’s life.
By the time she was filling out college applications, her parents could afford to send her anywhere she wanted to go. Their new, and in no way modest means, combined with Amanda’s near perfect SAT score, had her aiming her arrows at a rich bitch college she never could have seen herself attending back in her middle school days when her wildest dreams saw her at NYU.
The private college she went to now had a total of 250 students and was made
up of the richest of the rich, and the best of the best, if you asked them. Though, of course, Amanda disagreed.
She was walking outside of the banquet hall to draw some fresh air and get out of the stuffy room filled with stuffy people and stuffy food. She wasn’t sure which charity the alumni were pretending to care about tonight, but she was reasonably sure it had something to do with Africa since that seemed to be what was most in fashion. And like pretty much everything else at her school Amanda had learned to hate over the last two years, it was only the surface of things that the students and alumni cared about.
There was only one person in the entire banquet hall who looked like he knew how much bullshit all of it was. She could see the smirk behind his smile and the wry observation in his eyes. He looked about a decade older than her, and the apathy on his face made her want to talk to him, and yet he looked like he wanted to be alone. Once he disappeared, Amanda figured she might find him outside. She hadn’t, but the fresh air was an apt substitute.
The irony of Amanda’s school, well one of them anyway, was that nearly all of the kids came from “perfect” families and were considered “perfect” students, with straight A’s, straight manners, and straight behavior.
The truth was dusk to the illusion’s dawn.
Amanda was considering the irony, and wondering where life would take her and if she was destined to have a life filled with a minimum of meaning in favor of maximum money. One seemed so easy to come by and the other harder to find. She watched the leaves slowly fall from the trees, hiding behind an outbuilding smoking a joint, sipping a beer, and trying to ignore the ache between her legs.
Her parents had agreed to send her to the college because she had thought it would be a good idea, and they had thought so too. They still did, but that’s only because they had no idea how bad it actually was. Most of the guys did coke, smoked pot, and drank like fish in a river. The girls were total sluts, all of them. At least every one Amanda had met so far. And she’d met nearly all of them.
They had all slept with one another at one point or another. Problem was, they’d all been twirling in the same circles since kindergarten, rolling down the conveyer belt of the rich, attending all the best schools together. Of course, college was just one more stop down the road of the rich and spoiled.
Amanda fit in with her peers about as well as a pair of jeans at a charity ball, which is exactly what she wished she was wearing. Instead she was wearing the tight black dress and pretty necklace, her mother had made, sent with a note that said:
Maybe it will be your lucky night!
The note had the same smiley face with the tiny nose and curly hair her mom had drawn on all of her notes since Amanda was old enough to read them.
It wasn’t just the students who were nauseating enough to make Amanda want to throw up in her mouth. Two nights earlier, Amanda had had an encounter with the Board of Director’s VP, Ryan Tomlinson. She was a student liaison with the board, and after the meeting, he had pulled Amanda aside, asking if she could help him with something.
Amanda knew exactly what he wanted help with.
As the other board members left for their mansions, Tomlinson pulled her back into the room, locked the door, then kissed her deeply and massaged her breasts without even asking. He reached under her skirt, then yanked her panties down. Amanda had had a hard time deciding whether she hated him or not, but since Tomlinson had fucked her three times already, and left her dripping from the best orgasms of her life, it was easy enough to figure she could decide later.
She knew she wanted nothing to do with her fellow students, who did everything they could to make her feel like the outsider she was, but even if she hated Tomlinson, he still knew how to use his cock better than any of the coke heads.
He had unbuttoned his pants and freed his pipe hard cock, then pulled her toward him. She had wrapped her legs around him while he fucked the holy shit out of her. They were silent like always, except for the moans and grunts which spoke louder than anything they’d had to say. He obviously loved her pussy, and used his dick in a way that made her hate her peers even more than usual, and him for making her want him as much as she did, pushing hard and pulling out at just the right moments, making her beg, when Amanda begged for nothing else in life.
He was a gentleman, and waited for her to cum a half dozen times before finally letting himself release, shooting his cum deep in punctuated blasts deep inside her pussy. They had quickly dressed, then quietly left.
Tonight he could barely even look at her, and sure as shit didn’t notice her inside the stuffy charity ball.
Amanda had gone outside to cool off, but the thought of Tomlinson thrusting his thick dick inside her, was starting to get her even hotter than she was. She sat against the outbuilding, leaning back, as the moisture pooled between her legs. She lifted her black dress, then slipped her hands inside her panties and started rubbing her clit, making slow circles and quietly moaning.
“Mmmm….mmmmmm...mmmmmm….” she moaned, feeling surprisingly free in the open air outside, letting her hands roam to her tits, as she slipped one into the top of her dress and started rubbing her nipples, one, then the other.
Amanda was dying to slide her fingers inside her leaking cunt, but made herself wait as she rubbed her clit harder. “Mmmm yeah” she whispered to herself, her hips thrusting forward, then back as her swollen hole ached for penetration.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Amanda slipped two petite fingers into her folds, going deep into her soaking wet and throbbing cunt. “Oooh yeah, Oh God,” she cried, over and over again.
She was a little stoned, reasonably drunk, and totally fucking horny as she furiously fingered her slit, plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt. Most of her praying she wouldn’t be found, but the part of her that was leaking on the concrete was hoping for discovery.
***
Roland Cornelius Whittier III – Rolo – roamed the grounds of his old alma mater. As one of the school’s wealthiest alumni, he felt obligated to attend, but had zero interest in the pompous assholes or their snotty bitch wives. It had been 10 years since he graduated. He was glad to leave it behind for good, at least until those times when he made a brief return out of a sense of odd, slightly uncomfortable, and perhaps misplaced sense of loyalty.
“Man I’m old,” Rolo thought, wandering the winding path from the party hall to the outlying buildings, kicking the brittle branches and wayward leaves littering the lawns from the ancient oaks above.
Rolo had been walking nearly five minutes when he noticed the ancient ice house to his left. He smiled at the memory of himself and his fellow students, spending more time than he wanted to remember doing everything from getting wasted to fucking hard behind its shadow.
He chucked the stick he’d been twirling in his hand between a pair of trees, then wandered toward the icehouse to see if a decade had changed anything at all. He was a few feet away when he heard the unmistakable moan that usually comes right as a girl is arching her back in the sack.
Rolo slowly approached the impossible sight of a gorgeous girl finger fucking herself to the edge of an orgasm as she furiously rubbed her pussy and tits, one for each hand. Just like he had imagined, as though she were in bed, her back was arched and her long blonde hair tumbled to the middle of her back. Her big tits were pointing toward the sky as she kneaded them with one hand, and pushed her other hand into her panties, rubbing her palm roughly against her pussy.
“Aaaaahhhhh,” she groaned. Roland stood still in shock, fixed at the surprising sight of a girl so intent on making herself cum in public at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, if not the world.
If she was caught, the humiliation would follow her forever.
It may have been the sexiest thing Rolo had ever seen.
His fat dick pressed hard against his slacks. He stared at her, unable to stand it, then freed his cock from his pants and started rubbing himself, surprised at the immediate stif
f of his fuckstick. It had been a long time since he’d been so turned on.
Rolo rubbed himself harder, unable to keep the grunt from the inside of his lips.
“Yeah,” he grunted, startling not only himself but the girl as well. She looked up and saw Roland, her eyes widening in surprise. Though he couldn't remember ever seeing her before, a look of recognition lit her face anyway. She straightened her head from its lull then tilted it toward him with a sly grin. Rolo was suddenly embarrassed, and quickly moved his hand from his cock, getting ready to tuck it back inside his pants.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “I want to watch you. You have a beautiful cock. Will you stroke it for me?”
She splayed her legs and continued rubbing her pussy, smiling up at him. He wrapped his fingers tighter around his shaft, then started to jack himself faster, inching toward her as he did.
The girl leaned back again, this time hiking her skirt up, then pulled her panties past her ankles and dropped them on the concrete. She spread her legs wider and continued to fuck herself, slipping another finger inside.
“I was so close” she moaned. “Show me that gorgeous cock so it can help me cum.”
Rolo stroked himself, staring at her neatly shaved pussy. Her fingers were still thrusting at a furious pace, and he could see how soaking wet she was with her cunt juice dripping down her slit and dribbling between her cheeks, glinting in the moonlight as she raised her ass to the sky.
“Mmmm yeah baby, fuck that hot cunt with your fingers,” he jerked himself harder. “Mmm…...” GodDAMMIT she was hot enough to turn his cock into a flaming arrow. He stroked himself furiously, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted her NOW, and couldn’t stand not having her. Roland wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted just minutes if not seconds after he decided he wanted it.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “Is that okay?”
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