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

Tonight she was at a political party of flush people, most of whom she hated with a cacoethes, the way they looked down their nose at her as if she was commiting a law-breaking just by having not attended oxford of Cambridge University, the alone thing that was estimable about these political party were the Loretta Young rich men, although she had recently discovered that they were all sound for cypher scum handbag too, since her latest devotee had recently been smelling like another girls perfume, she would 've sleep around too, but she was far too scar of making a reputation for herself.

Em wandered through the party, moving from room to elbow room. She tried not to think about her date, off somewhere fucking some dolled up harlot. 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 mansion, and closed the door to the john behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her chest over her black, silken and short dress. She sank down onto the floor and she pulled her dress up over her hips exposing her thighs and her soak step-in, she then shoved her hired hand in her step-in, 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 sensations. A sharp knock at the threshold ripped her attention back to reality. She dropped her dress down, and quickly washed her hired hand. Cracking the doorway, she peeked up and down the mansion, not seeing anyone. It was dark and the sound of the euphony was very aloof, Whomever had knocked on the door had not stuck around to see her pity. 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 stick out through the high society bull. She wandered down a garden path, it was wickedness and she walked until she found a secluded bench, and sat down. She thought about playing with herself right there, but the jeopardy of being caught was just too swell. As a gust of wind swept past her she rose to depart, 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 find your body. Now lets stop what you started in the john. '' the vocalisation was unfamiliar and cold. She stood still, in impact. Her whine muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her mentation of what was coming next scared her but on the other hired hand they did n't, she was so desperate to be touched and fucked, hard.

Her pussy tensed. She felt dirty, knowing this soul 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 body, making her pant as the frigidness air outside got to her pussy. With no foster ceremony, he shoved his hard peter into her. She screamed into his hand, her pussy stretching to take him in. She could feel every venous blood vessel on his vast cock. He slammed into her, her twat screaming in pain in the ass as his turncock 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 orgasm coming on. Her body betrayed her, wave of pleasure slamming through her. She could palpate her kitty squeezing his cock. He felt her cumming, he pulled out. Slapping her around the face, backbreaking. With than he told her to get on her knees, she did as she was told and felt his still intemperate peter, 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 presume spit 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 face. He started slapping her with it, like it was a cane. Then he grabbed a handful of her hairsbreadth and began to get laid her mouth. The caput of his cock slid in and out of her throat. She felt him tense, as he held it right there as deep as possible. He then started jerking again as she prepared herself to bury his cum, but he pulled out of her mouth. He pointed his cock down, right at her segmentation. She stared, spell limit, as jet after jet of cum spurted on to her bureau, running down her breasts. She could feel it, sliding down her segmentation, down her stomach.

He leaned down, whispering in her ear, `` Wear my cum for the remainder of the Nox, and do n't leave early. Or I 'll find you again, and make you regret it. '' With that he disappeared into the night, leaving her with no scanty, dress around her pelvic arch, and wearing his cum. He let Emily st at the judiciary to realize what just happened, as he walked into the political party like null happened at all .