Ned Samuels - Hand maid

"Fuck, fuck, fuck all the way."

He managed to slide his cock out because he was overcome with the desire to fuck her tits.

He looked at his cock. It was hot and sticky all right, covered with a few drops of sperm which escaped, but most of all her magnificent lubrication which made him shine and gooey.

Then he laid her on her back and she pushed up her knockers to make them ever more prominent. Somehow her nipples looked even larger than ever, two spheres, covering almost the entire front of her mammaries, perfectly centered with a teat looking as hard as a rock, ready for the heavy stuff.

"Fuck me," she repeated for the hundredth time.

"You get yours, baby."

He began to suck at her, to nose her up and stomp her face with his tongue, then moved his body higher, until his cock was even with her abdomen. He liked pausing there for a second, just feeling her pulsing belly under him, pressing up at him as he pressed down, waiting for his every move with impatience and desire.

Then he made it up to her tits, and just made contact with her erect nipple, touching it, the thick skin of it, the lush top and side of it, with his fat cock which was larger and somehow more swollen than it had ever been before, which was just waiting to unloosen the loads filling his sacks below.

"Baby, I want you right down to my socks."

She pushed up her hands and touched him there, which made him squirm, but it was a squirm of desire and pleasure, not of retreat and bothered reaction.

"Fuck my tits."

He began to press the tip of his dick into her knockers until one full drop of jism escaped onto her, a perfect little indication of what was to come.

She looked at his cock, perched between her breasts, which she pushed together in order to hold the hot stem in place. She told him to move upward until she could feel it under her chin, and then by moving her head up and her chin down, she was able to taste the tip of it with her lips. It was a fucking fantastic sensation, the thoroughgoing invasion of her private parts by those genitals, and his balls hugging down on her lower chest, just under her breasts.

He began to pump, softly, then harder, until he let the throttle all the way out once again, driving her, taking her on one fantastic sex ride which could only end one way: splattered, bathed in hot jism.

He kept moving, kept grinding his hips without stopping.

It could lead to only one place.

Veronica got up and went over to the shower. His cock was so engorged with blood, so fucking heavy that he had to hold it in his hand as he followed her into the steamy stall.

She was alone as she turned on the warm water, first burning hot in order to create a nice mist, then more bearable when she entered it, but she might as well have been with her young stud, the room was so filled with his presence. She could almost feel his big cock against her thigh and then push against her rear bun.

"Oh, fuck me in the water, right here in the shower."

She picked up a piece of soap and imagined what it would be like to soap him up all over, down his chest, creaming up the hairs on his chest and making her way down his stomach to his pubic area, first matting the hairs and best of all, bathing his cock in the creamy soapy material. She wanted to go without stop, without mercy and without restraint.

He obliged and took her hand in his, soaping up his balls, until they were covered with fluff, entirely engulfed in the bubbling, steamy white stuff, ready to unload their own contribution to the mixture.

"Come on baby, this is it."

"You're going to come?"

"I'm not exactly going."

She wanted to be in on this, or rather more correctly, have him in on her.

Veronica took his bubbling member and stuck it right inside of her cunt, but just as she was doing this, just as she was getting it deeper and deeper inside, almost all the way in, just about as far as it would go, she felt in the bottom tube on the underside, a strange swelling, then the distinct and sure movement of a thick and viscous substance, making its way out in an explosive move.

"Agggh, ahh," he moaned out as Vern pushed her hips flush against his in order to cement the relationship.

"Aggggh!" she moaned when she felt him spurting and she realized that this was the big moment they had both been waiting for with passion and with abandon.

This was the big one as the vixen took in the spurts and let him fill her with his fantastic jism. Right when he was spurting he took the cock out of her in order to place it on her body, to cover her with the jism and afford the opportunity to look at the love juice. Even the pounding, steamy water could not dissipate the material, nor make her diverted from the full pleasures which were engulfing her. For a minute, everything was too strong, too many of the pleasure centers of her brain had been tapped and she felt dizzy as if she could go unconscious. But then she was able to rally her senses and feel the hot jism being driven down her thigh from the force of the water. He was exhausted, or so she imagined him to he, and she brought him over to the bed for a smoke.

It was very real to the girl. She'd been in the shower for real, had been sticking her own, now very experienced fingers, in her cunt, and had really come. So adding the image of a man, an exhausted man, and his thick jism was not all that difficult. She lay on her bed, alone, but not really alone. She imagined conversing with the stud, about how hot they got, about how fantastic it was doing it in the shower, about how things could never quite be the same between the two of them in the office now that they knew what they could do, in bed, in the shower, hell, in any place they might choose.

Then, after several minutes of such rest, the broad imagined looking over at her love partner and she almost couldn't believe her own thoughts when she conjured that great big cock, once again hard and virile. She was desirous of it herself, for as long as he could remain excited, she could be taken beyond the point of orgasm, to secondary orgasm, and tertiary orgasm if available.

She moved over to the member and began to stroke the top of it, moving down to the glans and then the very tip until the opening itself was pulsing in and out, alternately expanding and contracting as if possessing its own level of excitement, as if having a mind of its own.

She took that cock between her fingers and gave it the old going over until it was right where she wanted it, perfectly excited to a T of perfection, all hard and virile, ready to penetrate or vituperate, or do anything that she might have in mind.

"Oh come on baby, let's do it again, let me fuck you all over again, just like it was the first time."

He was so incessant, so desirous of doing it one more time that she let him go at it.

No, there was nobody in the room but Veronica, that is, Vern and her magnificent dildo which allowed her such creative fantasy, but it still didn't matter. "Tell you what," she said, "why don't you allow me to go change into something comfortable, you know one of my sexy little nothings which can drive you wild just looking."

She went into the corner of her bedroom and chose a particularly sheer negligee, one that was exceptionally transparent. When she turned to the side – which she did deliberately – her breasts were in gorgeous profile, outlined by a stream of light, their roundness spectacular and the cherries digging into the front of the material perfectly out lined.

She walked up to where she imagined John to be standing (still with glorious boner) and pushed herself against his chest until she could feel him straining against her tits. Then she took his hand and cupped it over her breast until the pressure dug into his palm and sent into rapturous desire.