She saw them out the door, and as soon as it was slammed, she sank to the floor and fucked herself wildly, wet as a summer storm, screaming as she came furiously into her violent hand.
God, she needed a fuck. A hard, thick cock in her, anywhere, everywhere. Her sister had taught her how to cum, and even tonight before Duane had arrived, that sweet tongue had not been able to satisfy what she needed. She had hoped, obviously that Duane would fuck her right there in the kitchen. The uniform was supposed to work! It sort of did…but she hadn’t banked on Mr College being a fucking virgin. It was cute, and she was happy to do him the favour…and he had tasted quite sweet, too…nice size cock, felt big in her small hand. Would feel bigger in her tiny cunt, too, she thought and that set her off again.
She leant backwards, her legs open wide to the front door, daring someone to walk through it and see her there, and just take her wordlessly, fuck the living shit out of her and fuck right off after. She heard the taxi finally pull away…wow, they’d probably heard her! Or maybe the cabby had, and just wanted to check his meter, hehe. If it was that cheeky fuck that tried to cop a feel that one time, she’d be calling that damn company bitch and reporting him once and for all.
She’d gotten Big Joe to send him a little message, of course, but she still held the trump card. She was 15 then, for christs sake, who wouldn’t have believed her? And him a…well, you know, the lot they’re tryna make us hate. She visited the mosque often with Prav and thought this guy was a fucking hypocrite. Dad would’ve made her call the cops right off but, she was better than that.
One of the other cabbies, Shadi, was fucking beautiful though. His cock had filled her soooo sweetly. A very nice mutual agreement for dropping five of her friends off one cold, late, saturday. She’d had the money but as soon as she saw him and heard him speak, she knew she’d never have to pay. He’d loved the distraught teen act – and knew it was an act, but played the role perfectly and had fucked her deep in exactly where she’d needed…had even let him cum there. Was quite hilarious stumbling in drunk with your panties in your fist and cum dripping from your asshole climbing the stairs and collapsing into bed. If she’dve been caught by dad, God that’dve been so fucking wrong. Funny now, thinking about it, but luckily avoided. Lesson learned.
Bex licked her fingers clean, her pussy throbbing and zinging with aftershock as she got up…rolling her eyes at the mess she’d left on the floor. She wiped it with the foot of her stocking then turned up the stairs, bounding two at a time to the top, turning the corner, then up the second flight to her awesome attic room. It was bricked in almost all sides except the incredible half-wall sloping skylight. And all there was between there and the mountains was a small house at the end of the road. So, most of the time she could pretty much make as much noise as she wanted. And did, often.
Some of her more memorable noises had gotten a few thousand notes on tumblr, her most famous post being a two minute finger fuck fest after being caned by her gym teacher. No, it wasn’t strictly legal, and it wasn’t strictly anything to do with school, but it was fucking awesome.
One of the strokes had been so incredible that it had left a scar, which was healing nicely but the mark would be there forever. She would never had noticed had Luli not pointed it out last month. She’d been showering and L needed the wifi password…(for a college girl and a fucking rocket scientist she was a bit Duh!)..but she’d been so excited she instagrammed it! Cheeky bitch. Thank fuck for anonymity. If dad knew…well, fuck, if dad knew a lot of things! But, who can change how you’re built, right? Embrace who you are. And fuck them, vigorously, often!
With that thought she laughed, and sassily threw her cum-soaked panties into the laundry basket. She stepped out of her skirt and caught herself in the mirror, just stockings left on the bottom, still full blazer, blouse and tie on the top! Bonus, no cum stains today, Bex thought, God what a slut I am, she said out loud and then laughed loudly. She undressed and checked herself out one last time – she wasn’t really vain, and this mirror had multiple applications – and decided that all of her was awesome despite the scars.
She turned to check out her butt, grabbed it with all ten nails and slurped with approval. Smiling, Bex pulled a cheek wide and ran a tickly nail up the crack, liking the scratchy tingle and deciding that tomorrow was definitely one for the all-dayer. She sometimes wore it to school but hadn’t since swimming began at the beginning of term. Not a good look to have that showing during a dive! Of course, she’d love someone to pull her up and punish her or pull it out or just fuck her faceless in front of the rest of St Katherine’s, but she knew that this was real life and that that would never happen. Plus, Dad’d be super pissed. Speaking of, she thought…and hurried to her shower. He’d be home soon and would want the hot water. Better make sure there was enough.
Becky’s iPad had its own place in the waterproof cover attached to the glass of the shower cubicle in her ‘ensuite’. It was actually a converted laundry, almost on the balcony outside. She started the shower, then flicked to her favourite site, and loaded up a video she used often. Once she had cum, she ran her fingers over her face, tasting herself. Once washed and sparkly clean, she dressed in some lacy underwear, then threw a long shirt over them. There was also a clean longish skirt crumpled on the bed, so she pulled that on, too. Grabbing her diary, she hurriedly notes the day’s mundanities, and the highlights – the last couple of hours being particularly nice to recall.
Suddenly she remembered the bottles still outside! She sprinted out and almost flew down the stairs, out the back, and hurriedly gathered the empties, smartly remembering the one she’d lobbed over the fence, and dumped them in the recycling. Within a few seconds of her dropping some bread in the toaster, there was a snap of a lock and male voices. She smiled and yelled hi, greeted warmly with a shout and a vocal hug as her dad removed his boots at the door.
The other voice she recognised as Marky, her dad’s apprentice. And it started again. The warm, soft ache. She smiled and bit her lip as she heard them come in to the kitchen. Hugs from dad were awesome, but the tiniest kisses on the cheek from Marky were spectacular. He always smiled and looked at her a little longer than would be deemed appropriate by anyone who noticed…and never long enough for anyone else to notice. Like time slowed down in those moments. As if once their eyes locked they’d be whisked away to some alternate dimension where nothing existed but she and him, deep inside her, simultaneously filling her everywhere, choking and biting and…..SNAP! Back to reality.
Goddammit she was wet again. She stood at the coffee machine, almost praying to be taken. The stools scraped on the floor behind her and her mind wandered as the milk frothed. She imagined blindly backing up and sitting on one of those stools, sinking onto Marky’s cock, throbbing and dirty from a days work, his grimy hands closing around her, the nails digging into her breasts, his teeth wide on the side of her neck….SNAP! Back to reality. Coffee was ready.
She turned, knowing that her cheeks were flushed, and tried desperately not to catch his eye. She was mostly successful. They chatted and drank coffee and ate toast for a few minutes, then dad announced that he was going to shower…
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