Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

"Mmmm. Oh-h-h. Ah-h-h-h." Janie moaned very softly as she started frantically frigging herself, though she felt like shouting at how good it felt to finally get her fingers flying in her cunt.

"Uh!" She had to bite her lip and hold back as she almost immediately experienced her first real orgasm, for at least a little subtlety was a part of her plan.

When she heard him start to piss she came again and moaned a little louder, for then she could feel the presence of his prick in the room, and it was wonderful. It was even better when he stopped pissing and the door of the stall was jerked open before her.

"Oh! Dear heavens, it's Mr. Scantland!" she cried, and made a pretense of trying to cover her thoroughly wet and swollen twat with her cupped hand.

"Jane!" he exclaimed. "What is the meaning of this outrage?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scantland," she said, cringing backward, and at the same time writhing provocatively on the toilet seat. "I… I just couldn't help it."

He angrily advanced into the booth. Wonderful man! His dick was inside his pants but his fly was still open, and just that sight alone was enough to keep Jane's twat throbbing against her cupped hand. He snatched that hand away and brandished it before her face, saying, "You were masturbating in here, playing with your nasty little cunt. What are you doing in the men's rest room to begin with? And what are you doing in those clothes?"

He stood back with his arms folded to await her reply. Towering over her, with his face frowning and his fly open, he was the most wonderful man in the world to her. She couldn't hold her ass still on the toilet seat as she spoke to him. She itched and burned all over for him and she kept looking down at his crotch as she faltered her well rehearsed reply. "I couldn't help it, Mr. Scantland. I was… going to run away. I stole these clothes from Audrey's room. I got her to let me spend the night there. I sucked her off and sucked her off, I don't know how many times, and when she went to sleep I stole these things so I could have something to wear on the street. I know it was awful of me. I know how you hate it when two girls fool around together like that. But it was the only way I could think of to get out of here."

"You're not happy here?" he somberly said.

She looked straight at his crotch and licked her lips. If she wasn't mistaken, his cock gave a twitch. She looked down at her hand between her legs to be sure he'd see she was moving her fingers in her cunt again, and she said, "I like it here most of the time, but I get so… so horny I just can't stand it. Honest, Mr. Scantland, my poor little pussy's just wet and itchy all the time," she said, sadly looking down at her naked crotch, and showing him a very reddened clitoris from between two moving fingers. She leaned forward, face on a level with his cock and just a foot from it, and she said, "I think about it all day and I dream about it all night. I'm so horny all the time I just can't stand it. Even when I'm fooling around with some other girl, all I'm thinking about is what's inside your pants. So I decided to run away, find the first man I could and… and suck him off, make him fuck me. Oh, I was going to come back here, but I just had to get out long enough to get a prick, all to myself. I'm so bad."

There was a definite bulge in his pants now, a beautiful thing to see, as he said, "Indeed you are. You'll pay for this. Right now. Take off my belt."

"Yes, sir," she breathlessly murmured, and slipped to her knees before him, slid her hands up his pants to his belt buckle. She was rubbing his cockbulge with her forearms as she slowly opened his buckle. When he didn't stop her she began to kiss him there, and it was sheer heaven to have him like this, all to herself with his cock fully hard. She was blowing her hot breath through his woolen pants as she drew his belt from his belt loops, and now she looked supplicantly up at him and said, "Could I just see it once before you whip me, sir?"

He sighed and said, "You really are a horny bitch. I don't think there's a man alive who could keep your cunt happy. You know what I'm going to do about you? I'm going to bring my dog here and turn you over to him. He's a big, mean Boxer dog who loves cunt. He's got a big long tongue and a hot stiff prick, and he's going to lick your cunt and fuck it till it's raw. He's going to do it in front of all the other girls, just to show them what will happen to them if they try to run away."

"Yes, Mr. Scantland," she said, thrilled by the thought of even a dog's cock in her, but far more thrilled by Mr. Scantland's cock, big and bare and hot against her fevered cheeks and kissing lips.

Her plan was working! She could scarcely believe it! She held his dear cock in both hands while she sucked it and kissed it, fearful that he might take it away from her at any time, but still thrilled to the core at having it all to herself. She wanted to make it last forever but she knew she had to go on with it while she had him hot like this and so she tried to say things that might excite him while she was loving up his lovely prick.

"Oh, how I love this cock! Mmm, I can hardly wait for it to shoot and squirt in my mouth. My cunt's all blubbery hot and wet. I wish I was sitting on Audrey's face. If your dog was here right now I wouldn't mind at all if he fucked me. I'd help him do it. And I'd do anything in the world if you'd put even a little part of this big, hot cock in my nasty little cunt."

"I might. I will. UH!" he grunted, and his cock throbbed hard and began to shoot.

Wonderful thrills ripped through Jane's body but she didn't waste a drop of his jizm. It came out in heavy gouts, forcefully filling her mouth as he rocked back and forth, fucking her through her pursed lips. She tried to hold it in her mouth to savor its rich taste, but there was so much of it that she had to swallow it. It oozed and came and she oozed and came, overjoyed to have him like this, all to herself, not daring to think ahead to the possibility that he might fuck her too.

But all good things end, and Mr. Scantland wasn't made of jizm. She sucked him dry, didn't lose a drop, and she was still sucking when he drew his wet and softening prick out of her cum-smeared lips.

"Get out of here and get on your back on the floor if you want some more," he said, and Jane scrambled forward out of her panties, pussy throbbing very strongly.

She laid on her back on the cold tile floor, skirt up to her waist, legs wide apart. He stood between her legs, sneering down at her, milking his dangling dick with his hand. She writhed and arched up at it, panting, "Fuck me, Mr. Scantland, please fuck me! I'll always be good if you fuck me, always stay here and suck you off. I'll bring you new girls and put on the sexiest shows you ever saw and… OH! OH, NO!"

He was pissing on her! The dick he held in his hand was pouring forth a hot golden stream that splattered directly against Jane's open cunt, and it was making her cum again!

"UR-R-R-R-RGH! OH, NO-O-O-O-O-O!" she moaned, arching and shuddering upward against the thudding stream of pee, splaying her cuntlips wide with her fingers for more of it. He was cackling and chortling like a demon as he pissed on the helplessly orgasming girl, until both man and girl were brought up short by the startled voice behind him.

"Great leapin' horned frogs! Marion, lookit this!"

Mr. Scantland whirled about and Jane sat up to see a man and a woman gaping in the doorway of the lavatory, both in their late thirties. They advanced, looking irate, as Mr. Scant-land stuffed his prick back in his pants and blurted, "I can explain! It wasn't what it looked like. She… this girl… she's a nymphomaniac. What I was doing… it's a treatment recommend by the, uh, Federal Psychiatrist's Office. Don't look at me like that! I can prove every word I say!"