Matt and I needed to head for the airport as it was about a hour drive. I was really sad I was going to lose my summer lover. I have no idea what happened to me, but as I stood at the front door ready to walk Matt and I to my car, I grabbed Matt by the hand and led him into my front bathroom. I sat on my counter and lifted my skirt and lowered my panties. Matt knew what to do. He dropped his shorts and entered me. Matt fucked me for a few minutes, but we had our eyes locked on each other’s, cutie something we had never done. Matt leaned in and we kissed deeply as he started girlfriend throbbing and pulsing in me. He then slid out and his cum dripped on my floor. I jumped of the counter and pulled my panties up. 2 hours later when my sister gave me a hug at the airport, I wondered what she would have thought knowing her son’s cum was still in me. When I got home to my empty house, I was lonely. I then got some cleaner out and went and cleaned up the dried cum which sat on my bathroom floor where Matt had just a few hours earlier fucked me. Tuesday 06/06/2007 NEVILLE One of the odd things about fucking for money was the amount of influence it has on the rest of your life. You'd think in many ways this would be simple - a couple of times a day you get gussied up, spend a couple of hours getting pounded for various cameras, couple of hundred each time and the rest of your day doing more or less anything you liked. Except, of course, that if people are going to be inside your body, it's a matter of some professional pride that they don't run into anything they aren't being paid to. So, you don't get too drunk before a shoot because you never know when that dick's too big and suddenly you've sex tape up-chucked everywhere, often as not on some poor chap's wedding tackle. Absolutely not cool. At this moment, rolling up the last few meters of a sandstone gravel driveway in the purple warrior, her dark purple glittery mini cooper, Jenny was not sitting comfortably. This was entirely due to her having not taken a dump in three days. No, she wasn't ill, this had taken some effort. Being completely loaded meant she'd had to forego any sex during those days. Obviously, someone jamming their prick up your arse would be bad, but past experience had friend taught her that even a common or garden orgasm could be enough to relax just the wrong muscles and screw-up the job more or less entirely. That job was Neville Oswald Green, he was executive director of Turnright and Green which had an annual turnover of something like six hundred million and as such Neville's main pad was an eight bedroom faux Tudor mansion in Bray, Berks, about twenty five miles from London. It wasn't a frequent event, at least for Jenny, but every few months her agency rep would phone and meekly inquire after beating about the bush for some time, with tedious pointless questions and entirely avoidable asides, all the more obvious by their absence for standard jobs, whether or not there was a possibility that she might, if willing, be able to do another special appointment. That basically boiled down to 'Do you wanna take two days off then get shat on by a millionaire'. That meant spending a few days fuck-free in London, no biggy. Annoying, but no biggy. The request itself counter as a special job, obviously, but the agency, like most of them, even considered anal a speciality job. This had always seemed bizarre. Jenny would take the extra money, of course, it was essentially free money but she really rather enjoyed getting a big, hard cock up the arse, especially with a decent fit chap on the back end who knew how to give it what for. In her onscreen career she was getting known as the first name in fetish work, amateur and especially the eagerness with which she put sexy stuff up her hole. My eyes swung open, and darted over to the amateur direction of the voice. Derek pumped himself inside her two more times and pulled out and was about to spray his cum across her back when she leapt off the table and landed on her knees in front of him. “I can't. My futa-sister was the last dickgirl in the world I wanted to fuck. It hadn’t taken Sam long to find out just what the spark between Cassandra and his mom had been. He nodded a little and smirked cutely up at her before turning back to look at her cock, feeling it throb between his delicate fingers, the dark length crowed by a cherry tip, shiny and wet with his spit, her length smeared with a few marks of red from his lipstick. "I have many names, you can call me Clara though. I was hoping girlfriend they would contain themselves and not laugh out right until he'd made his decision. "Your time is over Mommy...." I groaned about her nipple. “Damn.” She gazed down his length towards the gold at the end of the rainbow, his giant, meaty balls. Then the MILF's bowels rippled about my dick, milking me. Always eager to please I assumed my position and took one of Marylin’s glorious arse cheeks in each hand as I slowly thrust into her from behind and watched the reaction from her friend. “Matter of fact boys… If you place your order on the touch screen here on your table you can light Tina up if you know what I mean…” He squeezed tight. The friend number has always been eight, never more, never less. "You are such an excellent dirty mother. Halloween was creeping up on them fast and they were no closer to finding the Horcrux than they were the first day. Her eyes seemed to be begging me to do her again.When I put her legs together and slid my finger into her , she closed her eyes and moaned . I cant say I cant say just how many orgasms she had because I lost count . It was had found her g spot and began rubbing it she had a couple that were pretty intense . You’ve worked quite a while for them, and you have lots of friends who work there. After a while, cutie I was curious about his cock and wanted to see it and have some real sex even if it was with another guy. It feels so good. Chapter 8 Well yes, but you won’t be whipped all the time. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. He chuckled to himself quietly, into Ms. Davies plump ass. Apparently they were on first name terms with their captors and he grunted confusedly, Grace laughed, trying not to drop the weight in her hands. A little kinky, a little more personal, physical. Then I thought of flashing my body from the bathroom, sex tape sort of accidentally on purpose, to see what your reaction was. “Oh that.” sexy Mona said raising her yes, “He told me to wear a short skirt and a button up blouse.” I didn't want to interrupt her orgasm, so I just stood there, watching in awe.