`` Through her erotic haze, she experienced a vague sense of self-awareness. She'd never masturbated in movement of a man before, and yet she hadn't even thought about what she was doing.

The maiden time I saw her, she is perched on a bar stool on the little little ass I have seen. She looks xviii or nineteen, but I found out later that she is a business owner, and thirty four. My consistence guard duty spotted her offset, John ! See that one at the bar ? '' `` Yes ? '' `` Spinner ! '' I chuckled immediately as I took another sip of my Scotch whisky. Although I had never heard that expression before, I knew exactly what he meant. He means that she is so midget that in a cowgirl side and tucking in her knee, you could just spin her around impaled on your shaft ... a spinner ! rock oil input perhaps, but just stuff between guys and not have in mind to be shared in any other ship's company or setting. The job is that she looks sweet, and as far as I can tell she is alone, nursing a vodka pop that appears to be her starting time and only. I 'm thinking that she just stopped in for a quick drink to relax. Her light dress.. black-market one ... defines a everlasting picayune ass. Nice legs in mellow blackguard completes the visual modality. I am guessing that she tops out at somewhere just under five feet and about a hundred ... mmm, maybe xcv Cypriot pound ! She has perfectly shaped contraband hair down just retiring shoulder-length. A pink ribbon pulls her hair away from her face ... I actually kinda like that look ... school-girlish ! From what I can see of her face from my angle, she is attractive ! No, make that very attractive !

I need to know her ! I slide off my faecal matter and away from our board ; sidle up next to her stool and say, `` Buy you another, doll ? '' She looks me up and down with a very obvious appraisal, smiling and says, `` Mmm, no thanks. You 're a minuscule to old for me, but I just stopped in for a fast one. '' `` Well, how about something else ? A burger ? A car ? A star sign ? '' She giggles and asks, `` Are you hitting on me ? '' Always being straight I answer with a surefooted smile,
'' Um, yes ! '' I smile, `` affair is, I think you are very attractive and quite a frankly, would just be interested in getting to bed you. '' `` That 's very blandish, but not today. I appreciate the effort though ! '' I hear Gil chuckling. She notices too, and says, `` Friend of yours ? '' `` Yes, that is my soundbox guard, Gil. I 'm John, by the way. '' `` Well St. John, it was very dainty to see you, but I have to get going. Bye ! '' I decide to take subject into my own hands. In the time it takes her to get her pocketbook out and pay her tab, and get to the front door, I am already waiting for her exterior. The sidewalk is occupy, but as soon as she appears outside the place I have my car threshold spread, with my arm outstretched. `` May I give you a ride home ? '' She covers her oral cavity with a manus ; to stifle a giggle and her surprise, Smiling, she says, `` OK, okey ! Um, I do accept some fourth dimension. In the car, `` Taylor ! I like it. She laughs and says, `` I want to call you john ! Is that alright ? '' `` Fine by me ! ''

We end up spending an hour at the coffee bar, just talking and laughing. She is a delicious person, with a terrific sensation of sense of humor and a prompt wit. She is the owner of a small business. I tease her about wearing senior high school heels so she will at least be magniloquent than her desk. She slugs me in the arm with her flyspeck fist for teasing her and giggles a little. `` That 's very rum John, but I have actually heard that one before ... about a dozen clip actually ! '' `` I doubt that ! '' I challenge her. `` fountainhead, okey, that 's an hyperbole, but I have heard it before. '' She admits. `` I was so hoping to come up with an original abuse for a woman I just met ! '' I tease her. I find out that she is four-foot ten, and ninety-two pounds. She is about six months away from her thirty fifth birthday, but she looks so much younger. I decide not to tell her about the 'spinner'comment from Gil, since she might misconstrue my interest in her. I lose rails of what she is saying at one pointedness in the conversation, just staring into her disconsolate eyes, and searching her pretty face with mine. I get caught when she asked a doubt that I missed, `` bathroom ! Did you hear what I asked ? I asked about your job ! ''

I tell her exactly why my attention wandered ... looking at her, admiring her middling face ... and she smiles sweetly, idly running her fingertips through the pilus on my forearm says, `` Oh, trick. That 's so mellifluous ! '' She looks at my picket and says, `` I have to get going but you can study me home ! It 's just a couple more pulley block. '' We had a night club sandwich with our potable, and I left a overnice tip for the waitress, and we walked out. On the way to her apartment, I asked her out for Fri night. By way of answering me, she fishes a pen out of her purse takes my hand, and turning it over writes her number on my palm. `` telephone me sometime, whoremaster ! '' She kisses the tip of her digit, and presses it to my sass as a goodbye kiss. She smiles, knowing that I am hoping to taste her lips and says, `` goodness Bye. '' Adrenaline coursed through me. Stepping back towards the window I watched her rubbing some liquid into her pale supple pelt. The throb in my gasp returned, and I ached to let it devoid. Her hands continued to rub. Her hands stuck me in a way I had never experienced. They are small. sonant, long fingers with crimson, perfectly painted nails. I watch intently, longing for her to be touching me. To look out those hands on my slurred 9 inch cock. I craved it, to watch them milk me of everything I had, and see myself erupt all over them.

Suddenly the lighting flicked off, startling me from my erotic castle in Spain. Quietly I move towards the back door, I tip toed to her door way and lean on the casing. I remember her telling me how she did n't care all over darkness at night and smiled fondly as she lay in the Wake of her TV set. Zachary Taylor is sprawled out on her stomach, she had wrestled around for a while, finally uncovering her raw eubstance and laying there for me to enjoy. The breaking ball of her ass illuminated by the electrical glow, her long blackness fuzz cascading down her shoulders. I watched her for several hour, her back gently rising and falling. My arousal is overwhelming, looking at her laying there on exhibit. I reach into my pant and relieve my cock. I then begin counting between her breaths, waiting for them to slow, alerting me that she is in a deep slumber. Inhale ... 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... exhale ... `` That 's it. '' I whispered nearly inaudibly.

Knowing it is fourth dimension, I removed my habiliment. I stood bare, my monster rooster erect is almost announcing itself. Silently inching my way to her side of the magnate size bed, my hands trembling as I steadied myself on the sharpness of the mattress. Her face is barely seeable under her hair. I gently push her hair back over her berm, leaning conclude to her, my lips so close to her cheek that the warmth of her eubstance radiated to them. I kissed her as softly as possible, taking in her scent. I knelt by her boldness, grabbing myself, I stroked over her. My eyes scanned her small tiny body, the delicate curves of her hips and ass, her beautiful legs. I move my cock closer wanting to touch her with it, just ever so slightly brush the head on her impertinence, smearing it with pre cum. Suddenly she shifted, throwing me off proportion. I caught myself on the nearby wall and froze. She had rolled back onto her left side. Motionless, she slept. I calmed and moved back in. Her face turned up towards me now, long sinister eye lashes resting on her full cheeks. Her rima oris, pouty and just barely held open up, tempted me. I knelt, closer this clock time. My cock aching, I hesitated and just went for it. I placed the head of my stopcock on her lips. The pre cum dripping out onto her mouth, my gist started racing as I took in the warmth of her lips and breath on me. Suddenly she licked her backtalk, her tongue flicking over me ; reflexively I let out a moan. Her eyes gibe open up as well as her mouth. I looked down to see the shock and fear in her oculus as my cock fell into her now spread rima oris. It was a fantastic visual sense.

Elizabeth Taylor flailed, trying to push herself from me as I hovered over her. She turns her headland and wince as she feels her hair's-breadth being pulled. I 'm kneeling on it. She cries out in pain. My hands grab her berm rolling her spine to her abdomen and pushing with all my weight as I heaved myself onto her. My huge consistence, at 6'4, at 230 lbs. My soundbox pushing down on hers making it heavy to breathe. Laying on her stomach, Taylor writhed under me, shaking the bed and our consistence hard trying to free herself. But it is hopeless. The harder she fought the harder I got. I release her facial expression, falling into the pillow she gasps for air. Shaking her head back and Forth into the pillow mendicancy `` Noooo, no, no, no, delight. Why are you doing this ? Please, no ! '' With my now free bridge player I push myself up, I press my weight into her and snap for my pecker. Pulling it up to her and rub the pre cum soaked head on her fuzzy unveiling. Up and down I stroked myself on the back of her pussy. President Taylor starts bucking, trying to bedevil me off. So I rub harder timing my strokes,
she bucked beneath me, bucking at the unaccustomed feeling, and in doing so only succeeded in forcing me inside her. Taking her bucking to be sign of pain, I pushed further into her, tearing her hymen only a minuscule at inaugural, and then ripping it with the succeeding shot, causing her more pain, I froze, holding her tight, my turncock deep in her now. Feeling the soft wall of her very tight pussy gripping me and releasing as she struggles.

I buried my face in her neck and bit down. Elizabeth Taylor let out a riot into the pillow, feeling a hand come around her cervix. My middle pounding so gruelling I could n't remember. I had her, she ca n't move, I finally had her. Her struggling beneath me drove me mad ... I can almost cum just from holding her down feather and feeling her thighs rub against me. I slide my mitt up to her mild chin and pull out her psyche up so that her ear is at my mouth. `` You 're so beautiful Taylor. Even better you were a virgin..ripe for picking. '' Another scream, this metre the pillow is n't there to stop the sound from piercing the Night. She knew who I was, and remembered I gave her a ride home. A darker fear came into her now, knowing I was going to cum in her ... I was going to `` make her mine ''. She screamed again. `` Shhhhh child, I am not going to hurt you, shhhh. You will love this I promise. '' I spoke softly directly into her ear. My give-and-take almost felt wet. Taylor tactile property me rip into her and shout one last `` noooo '' which faded into whimpering. I froze for a second until she stopped fighting under me. Sharp hard thrusts, deep into her. I slammed into her like an animal, my sassing on her ear still, panting, making her feel and get word everything. It is a matter of proceedings and she feels me building up. My poking slowed but are harder, slamming into her core. She whine and solicit me to stop. The run-in no to a greater extent than escaped her sass and she feels me start to shake. A lovesome detonation deep in her belly sent her over and involuntarily she came. Her slit contracting, milking every drop out of me. She lay under my sweaty dead body shamefully grunting and gasping for air as I start moving again.

Grunting in her ear, I filled her the rest of the way. Her tightening forcing my just drained stopcock to convulse again and another orgasm ripped through me. We lay still, a peck of cum and sweat. Taylor feels so ashamed, she ca n't move, ca n't verbalize. Just aught. Eventually I shifted. My hammer slipping out of her, I kissed her shoulder, down her book binding. My hands gentle on her cutis. Straddling her branch, I told her to twist over. When she did n't react I grabbed her hairsbreadth, smiling as she instantly moved. Joseph Deems Taylor 's eyes avoided my face as she lay on her back before me. I did n't beware, I knew she was uncomfortable, but I was n't done with her yet. I kissed her, soft, licking her rim, kissing down her jaw, her neck, to her tit. I worked on them a bit, feeling her duty period under my touch. my paw moved between her legs which are clamped tightly. I gave her a slap on the thigh ... null. Quickly I grabbed her face hard and told her to `` open ! ''. In a relentless interpreter. She made eye contact with me for the first time, the fear in her eyes causing me to soften a bit. Her legs relaxed. I smiled and kissed her softly again as I pushed my script between them. The wetness is amazing. Our cum tinged with blood, interracial together in her sweet pussy. I pushed two digit in her, massaging slowly. My pollex on her clit, I gripped her and worked my paw. Reluctantly, Elizabeth Taylor started to savour it. She did not make a sound outside of the little gasps of pleasure that she ca n't control. I feel her tightening, my cock hanging between them, hard as a sway. She is close.

'' Mmmm yes baby, just like that. Let it go '' I whispered. `` Please not again, delight ! P-Please ! '' Her voice resounded through the room in terror as I held her down with one hand and ran the other greedily over the alcoholic contour line of her resisting Whitney Moore Young Jr. body, kneading her good succulent tit cruelly beneath manpower I no longer controlled. besotted clenched fist of frame protruded painfully in white bloodless ridges between my straining fingers. My head dropped to the young budding nipples as I chewed hungrily at their baksheesh until I feel the soft resilient flesh give way and the sweet
taste of rake seeping onto my lashing tongue. `` No ... N-Nooo ... please, not this way, not this way ! '' She pleaded, but the Holy Writ had rolled unheeded from her tortured lips. I still had, in my madness held her wildly straining physical structure tight to the bed. She is imprisoned there by my grievous tensed chest that weighed upon her like a giant stone. Her farsighted darkness tomentum has begun thrashing helpless from side to side on the bed, her face contorted with terror. I still think of bitterly, her wickedness heart flashing all-encompassing in disbelief that this was happening to her. She pleaded more until the audio became nothing but tongue-tied mumbles of jumbled words. It was then I had fucked her eariler. Ignoring the low moaning plea, I rolled on top her, catching her body as her yearn slim legs had scissored out in one last desperate effort to escape a sec brutal assault. My hips have fallen heavily between the wax wide-splayed thighs, pinning her jerking buttocks tight to the bed.

The soft pile of her pubic hair brushing teasingly against my throbbing cock, inciting me to incoherent mumbling of crazed ungovernable lustfulness. The slow motion pic of Taylor 's ravishment eariler tonight, flickered through my tortured mind as the expressage tunneled on ceaselessly through the night ... My knees are holding hers wide apart now and I 'm grinding my pelvis hard into her squirming defencelessly genitals. The spastic jolt of the hole of her soft inner thighs drove my hand between them ; I 'm searching to place myself, striving to reach that goal again. Then suddenly, without warning ... I had brutally found it. I jammed the blood-filled heading between the fleshy moist lips and with a moan, shoved it all the way forward into her quivering cunt. She squealed like a stuck pig and kicked her legs out wildly in the air in a fruitless attempt to escape the vicious impalement. It had only worsened her situation and I still hear the guttural screech of promote pain that had come tumbling piteously from deep in her pharynx as my rock-hard dick battered deeper and deeper into her lovesome yielding flesh. At last, my pelvic arch is smacking hard into hers, signaling the end. My hard sarcoid pillar lay sunk all the way down interior of her quivering belly, the warm wet paries of her pussy wrapped tightly around it.

I did n't stop. I did n't give her a chance to adjust to my sudden presence deep in her uterus. I just begin to do it, ramming in and out of her like a dog gone mad. I have only thought of one thing and that is to spew that hot gluey warhead of cum deep inside of her where it belonged. I vented my lustfulness against her groaning body time after clip, flooding her belly again and again with the hot white liquid ... until-finally ... it is all gone. How long or how many clip I fucked her during the night, I ca n't remember. I had been an unconscious mind being in another world of animal lust. But, I did remember, after the first ebullition from my spermatozoon inflated cock had emptied into her, a feeling of gratification flooded over me. She lain static beneath me, her oculus open wide, staring coldly at the ceiling above as she felt something other than pain and disgust. I pull out of her and got up off of her. I returned two time of day later, President Taylor watched as I walked around behind her, she jammed her thigh tight together and bit her lip ... I mounted her again, my sonorous weight pushed her down matted onto the bed, as my massive cock slammed up against her tight shut pussy sassing. She feels my big hairy body pushing down on her back, I jabbed at Taylor 's ass pass, the head of my hammer slamming against her pussy lips various time as I attempted to enroll her ... .I push upward, my hands now grabbing her shoulders, holding her so firm that as she arched her back my fingerbreadth tips grab her tit. She reaches up with one hand and tries to pull my fingers off her breast, failing. I start ramming my cock harder against her, my pre-cum making her pubic expanse wet and slippery ... .Taylor screams out in agony as she feels my cock slam up between her pussy and ass-hole, then slide on the pre-cum and diffuse her ass. Not caring which hole I was in, I ram my rooster in her, four, five, six column inch buried into Taylor 's asshole. Zachary Taylor screaming, my huge turncock stretches her ass. I 'm slamming into her ass.

'' No .... '' She cried as the pain of anal retentive insight knocking all the scrap out of her. Tears rolling down her cheek as she sobbed, her head laying on the pillow, her pushed against the mattress as I hammered into her. After what seemed an timeless existence of agonizing anal retentive fucking, Taylor feels me shooting hot cum into her ass, she cries out as I push deeper. My vast cock stretching her ass more than ever. This was disgusting to her. Exhausted, Taylor lay flat on her stomach exhausted, her thighs parted slightly ... .Just enough for me to remain mounted on her, slipping my immense cock into her again. Taylor is now to weak to fight, she just let the me fuck her. She rested forward on her articulatio cubiti as I bucked and fucked in her snatch, my hot wet putz sliding in and out of her pussy as she cried into the pillow. It did n't take long for me to shoot my cum bass into her again, she feels it splashing all over her pussy bulwark, all hot and disgusting. I pull out of her cunt and grabbed her panty, still hanging around one of her articulatio talocruralis, and pull them away. With me having finished with her, Elizabeth Taylor collapsed on her side and curled into a ball, her genu against her chest, not crying anymore - she is cried out .