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

Tonight she was at a company of wealthy people, most of whom she hated with a passion, the way they looked down their olfactory organ at her as if she was commiting a crime just by having not attended oxford of cambridge, the only thing that was good about these party were the unseasoned racy men, although she had recently discovered that they were all good for zip trash bags too, since her latest lover had recently been smelling like another girls perfume, she would 've slept around too, but she was far too scare away of making a reputation for herself.

Em wandered through the party, moving from elbow room to elbow room. She tried not to retrieve 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 take her ever again. Desperate to be touched, she slipped down the hall, and closed the door to the lavatory behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, flustered and horny. She then played with her breasts over her blackamoor, sleek and short dress. She sank down onto the flooring and she pulled her clothes up over her hip exposing her second joint and her soaked panties, she then shoved her hand in her panties, desperately fucking her wet cunt with two fingers. She groaned, trying to be quite, her feet spread, leaning against the cesspool. She closed her optic, enjoying the hotshot. A sharp whang 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 hall, not seeing anyone. It was dark and the strait of the music was very distant, Whomever had knocked on the room access had not stuck around to see her shame. She slipped down the Charles Martin Hall and out of the vertebral column doorway, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but did n't require to brook through the high club horseshit. She wandered down a garden path, it was saturnine and she walked until she found a withdraw 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 current of air 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 shout, or they will never find your body. Now lets finish what you started in the bath. '' the vocalization was unfamiliar and inhuman. She stood still, in shock. Her whimpers muffled. Tears making her eyeliner run. Her sentiment of what was coming next scared her but on the other manus they did n't, she was so desperate to be touched and fucked, hard.

Her snatch 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 panties off of her body, making her gasp as the cold air outside got to her pussy. With no further ceremonial occasion, he shoved his hard cock into her. She screamed into his hand, her pussy stretch to take him in. She could feel every vein on his huge cock. He slammed into her, her pussy screaming in infliction as his cock violated her. He thrust like this for a time, and she realized her trunk was getting turned on by it. She tried not to, but she could find an climax coming on. Her body betrayed her, waves of pleasance slamming through her. She could feel her pussycat 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 human knee, she did as she was told and felt his still hard cock, slowly pushing into her non-lubed up ass. Em screamed and he pushed it all the way. He put his fingers in her lip and opened it wide, shoving her soaking pantie into her slutty mouth. `` do n't you defy spit threm out ! '' he whispered. He pounded her, unvoiced, until he felt himself explode, so he grabbed her by the hair, he pulled her on to her knee joint, facing him. She shivered, staring at his hard putz, inch from her human face. He started slapping her with it, like it was a cane. Then he grabbed a fistful of her hairsbreadth and began to fuck her mouth. The head of his pecker 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 get down his cum, but he pulled out of her mouth. He pointed his cock down, right at her segmentation. She stared, charm bound, as jet after jet of cum spurted on to her chest, 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 rest of the night, and do n't leave former. Or I 'll obtain you again, and make you repent it. '' With that he disappeared into the nighttime, leaving her with no scanty, dress around her hips, and wearing his cum. He let Emily st at the workbench to agnise what just happened, as he walked into the party like nothing happened at all .