by Nawtay Brat
I’m ready to show them all just how much of a dirty little whore I can be.
Jason wraps his arm around, clutching under the hem of my blouse. I raise my arms to assist him as he lifts. Brent threads his fingers through my hair and dives face first between my leopard skin bra.
“Mmm,” I moan, tilting my head back, feeling Brent’s warm breath on my bare chest, his face squished between my ample tits.
Jason gets both hands under my skirt and bunches it above my plus size waist. My legs jolt when I feel his tongue lapping at the wet mound of my panties, his warm saliva drizzling between my thighs.
Brent unclasps the strap with an expert hand, and the leopard print lands at the toes of my black pumps. He cups a breast and flicks wildly at my hard nipple. My back arches and I throw my arms over his shoulders, losing myself in the electric sensation of his tongue swirling around the areola.
Jason peels back my lace panties to reveal my big round ass covered in goose bumps. One hand slides along the inside of my thighs, all the way up to the heat of my sex.
I part my legs a bit, granting him access to the wetness between. My whole body shudders when I feel two fingers stimulating my clit. I moan out loud, gushing slick fluids that trickle over his knuckles.
“Well, well… I think she likes it,” Madeline says, a sly look on her face.
Brent moves to the other breast, passionately sucking while cradling my lower back. His hands move across the smooth contours of my ass, over the delectable curves of my shapely body.
My body writhes against his bare hard chest, rocking to the sensation of Brent turning my nipples red with suction.
“Ungh!” I moan. One leg lifts on its own, embracing itself around the back of Brent’s knee. My fingers buckle tight behind his neck and I hoist myself up, locking both legs together around the bulk of his waist.
“Fuck me, Brent! I want to feel you inside me!” My head swings back, rolling to the tingles going up my spine.
“Go ahead, then. Fuck her in the ass.” Madeline witnesses my immediate change of expression—from immense pleasure to utter shock. She starts cackling like a schoolgirl.
“Yes, Madeline.”
His hand moves beneath me, guiding his shaft. His thick head traces my puckered asshole, thoroughly lubricated in pussy juices. I flop forward to catch Brent’s gaze and give my head a subtle shake. My eyes plead with him not to enter me that way.
But he has his orders from Madeline, and he must obey.
Brent’s girth pushes past the tight entrance of my asshole, spreading the clenched walls of my anus. The pain shoots through like an arrow up to my cortex. My legs squeeze around his ribcage and I fall backward, arms hanging loose over his shoulders.
Slowly, my weight descends on Brent’s massive size. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stifle a scream. My pelvis thrusts reflexively against his chiseled abdomen, aiding his smooth penetration into my tiny asshole.
Jason’s hand wraps around my front, his fingers working furiously at my clit.
I lose myself in the pain and pleasure, observing my anxieties melt away into ecstasy. Fluids gush from me and my body trembles. Brent is balls deep in my ass now.
A foreign kind of pleasure invades my faculties, taking away my sense of control. I scream and moan, gyrating my hips to the orgasmic tremors erupting from my core.
My body is still shaking in a fit of euphoric convulsions when Madeline says, “Get her on the floor. I want to see the way her tits bounce while you’re fucking her from behind.”
“Yes, Madeline.” My limbs, limp and numb, fold to their will. The two of them waste no time getting on my hands and knees.
Jason gets himself in front of me and lifts my head beneath the chin, stroking his enormous cock, ready for his turn to feel the inside of my throat.
As my lips close around his cock, I can feel Brent’s tip gliding up and down between my slick folds. The head pushes against my sopping wet entrance and my aching pussy starts to give way.
And then Brent is inside me.
My deep, desperate moans vibrate the length of Jason’s cock down my throat. My back arches and my busty tits sway in the air.
Madeline cracks a sinister smile, sitting there with her perfect view.
Thick saliva drools from my lips and lands on the plush pink carpet as I suck and gargle Jason’s cock down my esophagus.
Brent grabs hold of my round ass and thrusts himself inside until he bottoms out at my cervix.
My hips buck wildly against him, riding his whole dick like a true slut.
“Cum for me, now! Cum inside her!”
Madeline’s words ring in my ears. I stop sucking; my body is frozen.
Is she being serious? But what if Brent gets me…
Brent grunts and huffs behind me, holding my ass like a vise on each cheek. His enormous cock drills into me, building speed, impaling me with every determined hump. My whole body jolts forward in time with his relentless fucking. Dark tears of mascara roll down my flush cheeks. Is he really going to…
But my mind goes blank—lost in the haze of another climax that pours down my extremities like molten ecstasy.
I wail as loud as I can with Jason’s cock lodged in my throat. My pussy quivers around Brent’s cock as his warm cum fills my insides. My walls squeeze tight in orgasmic spasms, coaxing the load from his balls in thick spurts.
Jason’s knees begin to quake. His grip on my jaw tightens and holds my head in place while his hot spunk fills the very depths of my throat.
I want to gag, but swallow hard instead. Salty cum continues to jet from his pulsating cock and my tongue laps along the twitching shaft. Bubbly spit rolls from my lips, down his ball sac.
Our bodies quake together; my holes accepting their endless streams of cum at both ends until my arms and legs begin to buckle.
My heart flutters and my limbs give way. At last, my full weight collapses on the floor in a mess of cum and spit and fluids.
“Congratulations,” Madeline claps her hands unenthusiastically, “welcome to Triple Pi.”
Without Protection
“How cute!” I hold the tiny pink tank top up to my tits, jumping in place, giddy with excitement. “Thanks so much, Mr. Johnson!” I smile and cross the threshold of my front door to wrap my arms around him.
No, it’s not my birthday. In fact, it’s not even a gift so much as eye candy for Mr. Johnson. He’s been bringing me scant clothing for the past month ever since I moved in next door.
“I thought you might want something a little cooler… since it’s almost summer and all.” But really, he just likes to see me prancing around in the cute little outfits he picks out for me. Most girls would get totally weirded out by such a gesture—maybe going so far as to get a restraining order. But not me. I accept every one of Mr. Johnson’s gifts happily and graciously.
“I just love it! You’re the best, Mr. Johnson!” I lean in on one foot to give him a little peck on the cheek. His eyes sort of glaze over as he rubs the spot where I kissed him, totally mesmerized by my tiny affection.
He says I deserve them, being a poor nineteen-year-old college girl and all. He has given me enough by now to replace my entire wardrobe. So I gladly oblige him and make sure he gets a nice view of my ass and tits whenever possible.
Last week I stopped by his place, holding a fresh batch of brownies below a low cut tank. He got so flustered that he had to come up with some excuse about being on an important call or something. He just closed the door in my face! I’m not the kind of girl who is used to getting rejected.
The truth is I want him. And not just his body, which is exceptionally hot for his age, but everything.
Mr. Johnson is probably the wealthiest man in the neighborhood. Pervert or not, I’d fuck him any day of the week if it means I get a piece of that. He can make his little whore and dress me up in anything he wants, so long as I get to drive that BMW.
Sometimes I like to finger myself while I watch him cleaning it on the weekends,
thinking of the things I’d do with all that money.
And for an older man, Mr. Johnson is fucking hot. He’s totally ripped, and still looks a decade younger than his age. If sex is what he’s after, I’ll give it all to him—hell, he can put it wherever he wants.
The problem is, the guy is clueless when it comes to making a move.
I’ve been waiting weeks now for him to open up a little—and let my legs open up to him. But every attempt at getting in his pants so far has failed.
“How ‘bout I try it on now?” I say, getting at the hem of my shirt, preparing to lift it off.
“Wait—you mean right here—now?”
“Well, yeah! Why not? I don’t mind…” I smirk a bit, letting my words trail off as I lift my shirt off over my head, revealing my black lace push up bra.
His eyes go wide at the sight of my busty cleavage, now in full view for him to admire. I take my time slipping on the top—ample time to burn a lasting image in his mind. Then his eyes avert and I can’t help but let out a soft, frustrated sigh.
It’s going to be awfully difficult to get him to cum inside of me if I can’t even get him to look at me.
It’s one of those really naughty desires I can’t stop thinking about ever since Mr. Johnson started showing up at me door twice a week with skimpy outfits for me to wear. It’s sort of like a game we play—only I’m tired of playing now. I’m done with flirtation. I’m ready to get knocked up.
Getting impregnated by Mr. Johnson wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I wasn’t planning on having a baby so young, but life is full of surprises.
Just the thought of getting drilled by my horny neighbor when my Mom isn’t home has my panties getting all wet. I can only imagine what it would feel like to have him ejaculate inside me while he’s holding my ass, fucking me from behind. I’d work his cock like the little slut he wants me to be, milking every lost drop of cum from his stiff dick.
Even if he got me pregnant, it would all be worth it just to live in that moment of him filling my insides with his hot load. I’d give him the best orgasm of his life, if only he’d relax a little.
“Well? What do you think?”
“They’re, umm,” his eyes are shifting and he’s stumbling over his words, “I think they’re gorgeous…”
“Not my tits, silly!” I say, laughing. “My present! Does it look good on me?” He looks completely embarrassed.
“Oh… uh, sorry. I—it looks nice.” There’s an awkward pause, and his attention has moved to my doorstep. Mr. Johnson always looks so damn cute when he’s nervous.
“Do you… want to come in for some tea… or something?” I ask, not knowing how to get him inside. As often as he comes by, he’s still never been inside the house.
“I—well I ought to get back,” he says, turning away. But I reach out and place a soft hand on his shoulder to catch him before he starts walking.
“Just for a little bit?” I fake a pout and give him my best puppy dog eyes, “Please?”
Or maybe I’ll just take you into my bedroom and let you cum inside my ass. If only I could be so direct.
“Okay, just for a little bit, then.”
“Yay!” I grab his hand, guiding him past the doorway and into the living room. “Have a seat. Relax. I’ll make us a little snack.”
I spend some time in the kitchen, pretending to find us something to eat, doing my best to act like a good potential housewife. But really I’m just trying to figure out how I’m going to get him to fuck me.
“There’s some tea on the stove,” I say, returning with a plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwich wedges. “Here, have a bite,” I take a seat close to him, leaning in to feed him one. I can tell he’s feeling anxious about my close proximity when I brush his leg with the smoothness of my bare skin. He tries to inch away from me but I’ve got his mouth stuffed before he even has a chance.
He goes on chewing in silence, knees grasping on to the tops of his shaking knees, looking totally uncomfortable. How the fuck am I going to get this man to open up a little?
“You’ve got a little bit on your lip,” I say, giggling. My index finger manicured in dark red sweeps across his trembling bottom lip and wipes it clean. I bring the finger up to my lips and suck the bit of jelly off, letting out a soft moan as my eyelids droop, dribbling some on to my chest.
“Shit! Not my new shirt!” I get up, rubbing at the spot that’s now a purple stain. “I’m so sorry! You just got this for me!” I tell him, lifting it off.
“I—it’s okay, Tammy. Don’t worry about it.” His face is showing the same expression as before, wide-eyed and locked on to my breasts.
“Oh, no! It even got on my bra!” I lie, pretending to look upset. While his gaze remains fixed there, a devilish grin spreads wide across my face as a deft hand reaches behind my back.
“I’ll have to throw this in the wash, too” I say, unclasping the bra.
“Hey—wait!” He throws his hands out in front of him to cover his view as the bra flops to the ground. “Tammy! Don’t let me see that!”
He needs to stop being a prude already.
“Don’t be silly…” I say, gently lowering his hands. But he is still squinting, refusing to look at my tits. I can’t help giggling at the sight of him. Seducing Mr. Johnson is going to be harder than I thought,
“Look—we’re good friends, aren’t we?” I say, running an index finger from his shoulder down to the bicep.
“Well yeah, but—“
“And friends trust each other right?”
“But, Tammy—“
“I trust you, Mr. Johnson,” I take a few quick steps toward him and bend over, letting my supple tits jiggle and bounce, “it’s okay if you want to have a little peek. I won’t tell anyone…” His eyes cease their squinting and the lids peek open. His lip is trembling; my perky nipples are inches from his chest, just begging to be sucked. A bead of sweat pools at the ridge of his brow, and I can’t help but smirk at the rising tent at the crotch of his jeans.
“Do you want to know what they taste like?” I ask, casually wrapping an arm around his neck to bring myself in closer. I grab a handful of breast and bring the nipple up to my parted lips. My tongue emerges, lapping at the tip and making tiny circles around the areola.
“Mmmm…” I moan softly, letting my eyelids flutter. My cheeks flush and my legs shift beneath me, feeling the sogginess between my thighs.
I bring my breast up to the edge of his lips, shut tight in a stubborn grimace.
“Go on,” I brush the softness of his lips with my nipple, “I want you to…”
His lips part slightly and his eyelids droop. He’s committed now. There is the heat from his breath, the warm wetness of his mouth around my hard nipple.
Both arms wrap around his neck and I let out a long, deep moan, mounting myself over his legs. I hold him against my breast, tilting my head back, losing myself in his passionate sucking.
My breaths are rapid; my body writhes against him. He reaches one arm around my waist, holding me in place, lapping wildly on my tit.
My fingers brush through the back of his hair; my heart flutters with every flick and suck.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbles in a sort of preoccupied grunt.
Then my hands move to the buckle of his jeans, working discreetly while Mr. Johnson moves to the other breast. Lost in a sea of lust, distracted by the sweetness of my supple tits, he doesn’t even notice when I unzip his pants.
“Mr. Johnson…” I whisper, pulling back the hem of his briefs.
“Mmm-hmm?”
“I want to suck your cock.”
Mr. Johnson’s eyes light up and his sucking ceases in an instant when he feels my hand diving beneath his underwear. My fingers wrap around his shaft, feeling the blood rushing to his dick.
I give it a few gentle strokes, feeling the girth of it growing in my hand. Mr. Johnson looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
“But, Tammy—“ His words are muffled in my chest. A bit of precum dribbles from the tip of his rock hard dick.
I get down on the floor and position myself between his open legs.
“We can’t,” he tries to say, but my fingers curl around the waist of his pants and jeans and I give them a firm tug until they’re down to his knees.
“Shhh,” I tell him, lowering my head to his crotch, “it’s okay, I want to…”