Emily, or Em as she prefers to be called, is a gorgeous 5ft 3 '' brunette, with graceful long fuzz that covers her buoyant 34B breasts which are set on a slender flesh, and the most beautiful aspect you have ever seen.

Tonight she was at a political party of wealthy people, virtually of whom she hated with a passion, the way they looked down their noses at her as if she was commiting a criminal offense just by having not attended oxford of cambridge, the solitary affair that was good about these parties were the Pres Young rich men, although she had recently discovered that they were all good for zippo scum bagful too, since her latest lover had recently been smelling like another girls fragrance, she would 've catch some Z's around too, but she was far too scared of making a reputation for herself.

Em wandered through the party, moving from room to room. She tried not to think about her particular date, off somewhere fucking some dolled up whore. She desperately needed to be fucked, but she would be damned if she would let him take her ever again. Desperate to be touched, she slipped down the hall, and closed the room access to the toilet behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her bosom over her bootleg, sleek and short dress. She sank down onto the floor and she pulled her dress up over her hips exposing her thighs and her dowse panties, she then shoved her hired hand in her pantie, desperately fucking her wet cunt with two fingerbreadth. She groaned, trying to be quite, her pes spreadhead, leaning against the swallow hole. She closed her oculus, enjoying the sensations. A sharp smash at the door ripped her attention back to reality. She dropped her dress down, and quickly washed her hand. Cracking the threshold, she peeked up and down the residence hall, not seeing anyone. It was shadow and the sound of the music was very distant, Whomever had knocked on the threshold had not stuck around to see her shame. She slipped down the student residence and out of the back doors, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but did n't want to support through the richly company bullshit. She wandered down a garden track, it was dark and she walked until she found a secluded bench, and sat down. She thought about playing with herself right there, but the risk of being caught was just too great. As a gust of air current swept past her she rose to leave, and sleeve wrapped around her, a helping hand slapping over her mouth.

She froze, as a voice whispered in her ear, `` Do n't run, do n't shout, or they will never find your body. Now lets finish what you started in the can. '' the voice was unfamiliar and cold. She stood still, in electrical shock. Her whimpers muffled. binge making her eyeliner run. Her view of what was coming next scared her but on the other paw they did n't, she was so dire to be touched and fucked, hard.

Her pussy tensed. She felt dirty, knowing this individual had heard her touching herself, but she was also turned on. He pushed her down, bending her over at her hips on the bench. He pulled her dress up, and ripped her panties off of her physical structure, making her gasp as the insensate air outside got to her pussy. With no further ceremony, he shoved his hard cock into her. She screamed into his hand, her cunt stretching to take him in. She could find every mineral vein on his vast stopcock. He slammed into her, her snatch screaming in pain in the ass as his peter violated her. He thrust like this for a meter, and she realized her consistence was getting turned on by it. She tried not to, but she could feel an orgasm coming on. Her body betrayed her, Wave of joy slamming through her. She could palpate her kitty squeezing his cock. He felt her cumming, he pulled out. Slapping her around the face, hard. With than he told her to get on her knees, she did as she was told and felt his still operose tool, slowly pushing into her non-lubed up ass. Em screamed and he pushed it all the way. He put his fingers in her mouth and opened it wide, shoving her soaking panties into her slutty back talk. `` do n't you defy spit threm out ! '' he whispered. He pounded her, hard, until he felt himself explode, so he grabbed her by the haircloth, he pulled her on to her knee joint, facing him. She shivered, staring at his hard pecker, inches from her face. He started slapping her with it, like it was a cane. Then he grabbed a handful of her whisker and began to get it on her mouth. The head of his cock slid in and out of her throat. She felt him tense, as he held it right there as oceanic abyss as possible. He then started jerking again as she prepared herself to swallow his cum, but he pulled out of her mouth. He pointed his cock down, right at her cleavage. She stared, spell bound, as jet after jet of cum spurted on to her chest of drawers, running down her bosom. She could finger it, sliding down her cleavage, down her venter.

He leaned down, whispering in her ear, `` Wear my cum for the rest of the night, and do n't depart early on. Or I 'll find you again, and make you repent it. '' With that he disappeared into the night, leaving her with no step-in, frock around her pelvic arch, and wearing his cum. He let Emily st at the work bench to realize what just happened, as he walked into the party like nix happened at all .