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

Tonight she was at a party of wealthy people, most of whom she hated with a Passion of Christ, the way they looked down their nose at her as if she was commiting a crime just by having not attended oxford of Cambridge, the lonesome thing that was estimable about these company were the young ample men, although she had recently discovered that they were all just for zero scum suitcase too, since her latest lover had recently been smelling like another fille perfume, 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 elbow room. She tried not to think about her day of the month, 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 door to the privy behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her breasts over her pitch blackness, silky and brusque wearing apparel. She sank down onto the base and she pulled her garb up over her pelvic girdle exposing her second joint and her soaked panty, she then shoved her handwriting in her panty, desperately fucking her wet cunt with two finger. She groaned, trying to be quite, her feet spread, leaning against the sinkhole. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. A precipitous knock at the door ripped her attention back to reality. She dropped her garb down, and quickly washed her hand. Cracking the doorway, she peeked up and down the antechamber, not seeing anyone. It was drab and the sound of the medicine was very distant, Whomever had knocked on the door had not stuck around to see her disgrace. She slipped down the hall and out of the back room access, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but did n't want to suffer through the high company bullshit. She wandered down a garden course, it was drear and she walked until she found a secluded bench, and sat down. She thought about playing with herself right there, but the endangerment of being caught was just too great. As a gust of wind swept past her she rose to leave, and limb wrapped around her, a hand slapping over her mouth.

She froze, as a spokesperson whispered in her ear, `` Do n't run, do n't scream, or they will never happen your body. Now lets complete what you started in the lav. '' the voice was unfamiliar and cold. She stood still, in jolt. Her whimpers muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her thoughts of what was coming next scared her but on the other handwriting they did n't, she was so heroic to be touched and fucked, hard.

Her pussy 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 wearing apparel up, and ripped her panties off of her body, making her gasp as the cold air outside got to her pussy. With no advance ceremony, he shoved his hard turncock into her. She screamed into his helping hand, her pussy stretching to take him in. She could feel every vein on his huge dick. He slammed into her, her pussy screaming in hurting as his prick violated her. He thrust like this for a time, and she realized her physical structure was getting turned on by it. She tried not to, but she could experience an orgasm coming on. Her trunk betrayed her, waving of pleasance slamming through her. She could feel her kitty-cat 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 genu, 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 fingers in her back talk and opened it all-inclusive, shoving her soaking scanty into her slutty mouth. `` do n't you dare spue 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 knees, facing him. She shivered, staring at his hard cock, in from her font. He started slapping her with it, like it was a cane. Then he grabbed a handful 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 recondite as possible. He then started jerking again as she prepared herself to accept his cum, but he pulled out of her oral fissure. He pointed his tool down, right at her cleavage. She stared, spell bound, as jet after jet of cum spurted on to her chest, running down her breasts. She could find it, sliding down her segmentation, down her stomach.

He leaned down, whispering in her ear, `` Wear my cum for the rest of the Nox, and do n't leave early. Or I 'll get you again, and make you regret it. '' With that he disappeared into the night, leaving her with no panties, dress around her hips, and wearing his cum. He let Emily st at the work bench to see what just happened, as he walked into the company like nothing happened at all .