Emily, or Em as she prefers to be called, is a gorgeous 5ft 3 '' brunette, with elegant long hair that covers her perky 34B white meat which are set on a slender frame, and the most beautiful case you have ever seen.

Tonight she was at a company of wealthy multitude, near of whom she hated with a heat, the way they looked down their noses at her as if she was commiting a crime just by having not attended oxford of cambridge, the just thing that was good about these parties were the new rich men, although she had recently discovered that they were all safe for nothing scum pocketbook too, since her in style lover had recently been smelling like another young lady perfume, she would 've slept around too, but she was far too dash of making a report for herself.

Em wandered through the political party, moving from room to way. She tried not to think about her date, off somewhere fucking some dolled up bawd. 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 threshold to the lavatory behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her breasts over her black, silky and shortstop wearing apparel. She sank down onto the floor and she pulled her garb up over her pelvic girdle exposing her thigh and her soaked panties, she then shoved her script in her panties, desperately fucking her wet cunt with two fingers. She groaned, trying to be quite, her feet spread, leaning against the sink. She closed her eyes, enjoying the whizz. A sharp knock at the door ripped her attention back to realism. She dropped her apparel down, and quickly washed her hired man. Cracking the door, she peeked up and down the hall, not seeing anyone. It was wickedness and the sound of the medicine was very distant, Whomever had knocked on the threshold had not stuck around to see her shame. She slipped down the mansion house and out of the hinder door, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but did n't need to suffer through the luxuriously society crap. She wandered down a garden itinerary, it was dark and she walked until she found a sequestered bench, and sat down. She thought about playing with herself right there, but the peril of being caught was just too great. As a gust of wind swept past her she rose to leave, and arms wrapped around her, a hand slapping over her mouth.

She froze, as a voice whispered in her ear, `` Do n't run, do n't scream, or they will never come up your soundbox. Now lets finish what you started in the can. '' the voice was unfamiliar and moth-eaten. She stood still, in jounce. Her whimper muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her mentation of what was coming next scared her but on the other manus they did n't, she was so dire to be touched and fucked, hard.

Her puss tensed. She felt dirty, knowing this person 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 step-in off of her eubstance, making her gasp as the moth-eaten air outside got to her twat. With no far observance, he shoved his tough cock into her. She screamed into his hand, her pussy stretching to take him in. She could feel every vein on his huge peter. He slammed into her, her pussy screaming in pain as his cock violated her. He thrust like this for a time, and she realized her body was getting turned on by it. She tried not to, but she could finger an coming coming on. Her body betrayed her, wave of delight slamming through her. She could feel her pussy 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 knee joint, she did as she was told and felt his still hard dick, slowly pushing into her non-lubed up ass. Em screamed and he pushed it all the way. He put his finger in her oral fissure and opened it wide, shoving her soaking scanty into her slutty back talk. `` do n't you dare sprinkle threm out ! '' he whispered. He pounded her, hard, until he felt himself explode, so he grabbed her by the hair, he pulled her on to her stifle, facing him. She shivered, staring at his hard tool, in from her brass. He started slapping her with it, like it was a cane. Then he grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to fuck her mouth. The head of his hammer slid in and out of her throat. She felt him tense, as he held it right there as mystifying as possible. He then started jerking again as she prepared herself to take back his cum, but he pulled out of her mouth. He pointed his putz down, right at her segmentation. She stared, spell bound, as jet after jet of cum spurted on to her chest, running down her bosom. She could sense it, sliding down her cleavage, down her stomach.

He leaned down, whispering in her ear, `` Wear my cum for the rest of the night, and do n't leave ahead of time. Or I 'll bump you again, and make you regret it. '' With that he disappeared into the night, leaving her with no scanty, dress around her hips, and wearing his cum. He let Emily st at the bench to realize what just happened, as he walked into the party like nada happened at all .