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

Tonight she was at a party of wealthy people, nearly of whom she hated with a passion, the way they looked down their nozzle at her as if she was commiting a criminal offense just by having not attended Oxford University of cambridge, the only thing that was commodity about these parties were the young rich men, although she had recently discovered that they were all safe for zip scum handbag too, since her up-to-the-minute devotee had recently been smelling like another girls scent, she would 've sleep around too, but she was far too scared of making a reputation for herself.

Em wandered through the party, moving from elbow room to room. She tried not to think about her date, off somewhere fucking some dolled up whore. She desperately needed to be fucked, but she would be damned if she would let him ingest her ever again. Desperate to be touched, she slipped down the foyer, and closed the threshold to the john behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her boob over her black, silky and short dress. She sank down onto the base and she pulled her apparel up over her hips exposing her thighs and her slopped step-in, she then shoved her hand in her scanty, desperately fucking her wet cunt with two fingers. She groaned, trying to be quite, her infantry bed covering, leaning against the sinkhole. She closed her optic, enjoying the sentience. A sharp knock at the door ripped her attention back to realness. She dropped her dress down, and quickly washed her hand. Cracking the door, she peeked up and down the Hall, not seeing anyone. It was sullen and the sound of the music was very distant, Whomever had knocked on the door had not stuck around to see her shame. She slipped down the hall and out of the plunk for doors, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but did n't want to put up through the high gear society dogshit. She wandered down a garden way, it was dark and she walked until she found a secluded workbench, and sat down. She thought about playing with herself right there, but the risk of being caught was just too outstanding. As a gust of farting sweep up past her she rose to leave, and branch wrapped around her, a bridge player slapping over her mouth.

She froze, as a articulation whispered in her ear, `` Do n't run, do n't scream, or they will never feel your dead body. Now lets finish what you started in the toilet. '' the voice was unfamiliar and frigidity. She stood still, in shock. Her whimpers muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her view of what was coming next scared her but on the other handwriting they did n't, she was so desperate to be touched and fucked, hard.

Her pussy tensed. She felt dirty, knowing this someone 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 body, making her gasp as the cold air outside got to her pussy. With no further ceremony, he shoved his knockout prick into her. She screamed into his hand, her snatch stretching to take him in. She could finger every vein on his immense peter. He slammed into her, her puss screaming in pain in the ass as his tool violated her. He thrust like this for a time, and she realized her dead body was getting turned on by it. She tried not to, but she could feel an orgasm coming on. Her body betrayed her, moving ridge of pleasure slamming through her. She could palpate her pussy squeezing his cock. He felt her cumming, he pulled out. Slapping her around the font, hard. With than he told her to get on her knees, she did as she was told and felt his still hard prick, slowly pushing into her non-lubed up ass. Em screamed and he pushed it all the way. He put his finger in her mouth and opened it wide, shoving her soaking scanty into her slutty mouthpiece. `` do n't you presume spit threm out ! '' he whispered. He pounded her, severe, 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 gruelling cock, inches from her face. He started slapping her with it, like it was a cane. Then he grabbed a fistful of her pilus and began to sleep together her mouth. The heading of his cock slid in and out of her throat. She felt him tense, as he held it right there as bass as possible. He then started jerking again as she prepared herself to eat up his cum, but he pulled out of her lip. He pointed his peter down, right at her cleavage. She stared, spell bound, as jet after jet of cum spurted on to her bureau, running down her breast. She could feel 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 give early. Or I 'll find out you again, and make you regret it. '' With that he disappeared into the Nox, leaving her with no scanty, 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 nothing happened at all .