James Barton: Door to door teaser

"Oh… no…" she tried to protest, "I don't think we should… you said you just wanted me to play with you a little bit…"

"I lies, Missy…" he said, smiling as he moved his hips forward and the head of his prick nudged her pussy lips.

"Oh… oh, God… don't rape me… please don't make me put that in my cunt! God, please don't make me."

The old man smiled at her shallow protest, for as she begged, she began jacking his prick harder and harder, guiding it into her cunt. Then she lifted her legs higher and the purple head of his prick disappeared between the wet, pink folds of her dripping pussy. "No, my… I won't rape you… all I want to do is to fuck your pretty pink cunt… wanna feel it all 'round my poor old peter!" and he pushed forward with his prick as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Pam felt the huge tool enter her and stretch the walls of her vagina, sending a surge of pleasure through her loins. She felt his prick fill her and still there was more. She lay back on the desk as the old man hovered over her and took hold of her hips to pull her to him. She locked her legs around his aged body and gasped as he withdrew his prick almost to the head, then pulled her to him strongly, sinking his cock into her to the hilt.

"IIEEEEE!" she screamed, and gasped for breath as his big black hands began to knead the soft flesh of her hips and pull her back and forth on the throbbing length of his prick.

She felt her own orgasm building and she was astounded that it could come so soon. She writhed beneath his hands as his prick plunged deeper and deeper with each successive stroke – then she felt his hairy balls slapping against the cheeks of her upraised ass and she spasmed lightly at their touch.

She closed her eyes and envisioned the great black piston as it fucked in and out of her cunt, and in her mind's eye, it became larger and larger. Then she felt another prick in her cunt and one in each hand and finally, there was a great black prick in her mouth and they all began to spurt their loads of hot semen into and over her at once. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as the prick in her belly began to twitch and she heard the old man gasp for breath as his body shook violently against hers.

The fantasy became reality as the old man suddenly pulled his prick from her clasping cunt and she felt the first hot spurt hit her about the navel, then it was followed by another and yet another as the man's prick jerked and spasmed above her smooth white belly. Pam opened her eyes in disappointment as his contractions subsided and she saw the pools of sticky white cum all over her belly and matted in the blonde hairs of her cunt.

"Ohhh," she cried, "that wasn't fair! I didn't cum!" she told him, and tried vainly to stuff his prick back into her cunt. But as she did, the old man began to wilt and he looked down at her sheepishly as she fought the softening cock with no success. "Not fair!" she pouted, and finally let the wilted thing slip wetly from her hands.

"S-sorry, Missy – never was much on holdin' back when my old nuts said they was ready to bust…" and he unhooked her legs from about his waist and tucked his prick inside his coveralls. "But… if'n you don't mind… I'll give you a good cum…" He looked down at her splayed cunt and licked his lips. "That is, if'n you don't mind," he repeated.

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "Do something for me before I go out of my mind!"

The old man leaned forward then and began licking up the gobs of white cum from her belly, and the nearer he got to her pussy, the more fascinated she became; his long pink tongue snaked in and out of his dark lips to lick, then as he lapped the last of his own cum from her blonde hair, she drew her breath sharply as he lowered his head and closed his mouth around her entire cuntal opening.

"Jesus!" she cried out. "Yes! Lick my cunt, you old bastard! Suck me until I cum in your mouth! Make me cum – tongue-fuck me!" she squealed as he sucked and lapped her pussy and his rough black hands lifted her up by the cheeks of her ass and he ate her like a ripe watermelon. "Argghhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Fuck! Suck me… lick me suck me off!" Pam wailed as he sucked her furiously and she threw her legs about his neck to hold him tightly to her cunt as wave after wave of electric pleasure went through her sweating body. Then she felt it coming as he drove his tongue into her clasping pink cunt, she opened her mouth wide and let out a shriek that startled even herself as the dam broke and she tumbled over the edge to fall down that dark velvet tunnel of orgasm. Her cunt flooded his face with her juices as he sucked her greedily, and as she sobbed strongly, and tried to catch her breath, the old man unwrapped her legs from about his neck and stepped back, a wet smile on his wrinkled black face.

Pam watched dreamily as he picked up the order book, took her pen and scrawled his name across the receipt. He laid it down, then froze as a woman's voice called out shrilly: "To-om! Yoo-hoo! Hello, Tom!"

Pam stiffened as the old man raised a finger to his mouth and hushed her.

Again the woman's voice came and the old man leaned down and whispered, "Don't you move, now – that's my old woman… there will be hell to pay if she catches us like this…"

"Tom, damnit! Where, is you, you old rascal!" the woman's voice, called again from just outside the glass doors of the study.

Pam felt the fear surge through her veins as the woman paused there, and they could see her outline just outside. The old man pointed to a door behind the desk and to one side and he whispered, "Soon as she's gone, you can use the toilet there, Missy – I'll take these things and as soon as you think the coast is clear, you can hightail it out the front door – just be sure you lock it on your way out!"

Pam slid off the edge of the desk and walked quickly into the small toilet. She did not bother to turn on the light, but she sat on the cool surface of the toilet seat and heaved a deep sigh of relief as the woman's voice sounded far off in the distance.

The old man gathered up the packages, glanced at the book he had signed and a sly smile crept over his weathered old face as he bent down, picked up Pam's panties and sniffed them. "Sure look good on Momma…" he said to himself, and stuffed them in his pocket. He went to the glass doom, peeked through the curtains, then let himself out silently as the woman's voice came to him from the other side of the house.

Pam sighed again and pulled a wad of paper from the roll. She wiped herself clean, then flushed the toilet and stood up, her skirt still bunched about her waist. She was about to roll it down when she heard the door open again from the outside, and someone entered the study. The door was opened a crack and Pam peeked out from the darkened toilet to see a black man walk softly across the room to stand before the desk with his hands on his hips. He was young, perhaps Pam's age, and he was dressed in tennis shorts and a white polo shirt. She wondered who he might be, then she felt a moment of panic as he seemed to smile to himself, and he reached out to touch something on the top of the desk. He brought up his finger to inspect the substance he found there, then he sniffed it and turned toward the toilet, a broad grin on his handsome young face. Before Pam could react, he took several quick strides and jerked open the door.

"Oh!" she gasped.

"Well, well, well…" he said, and leaned against the doarframe looking down at Pam.

"I… ummm, that is… I just stepped in to use… ah, the john…" she offered weakly.

The man raised an eyebrow and smiled as he looked down at her exposed pussy. "Like that?" he questioned.

Pam followed his gaze and realized she was naked from the waist down; her face burned hotly as she attempted to cover herself, but his hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist to pull her into the dim light of the study.