Growing up you sometimes remember some weird things. I remember the first time I saw a girl with a shaved pussy. It was my sisters friend Becky. She and my sister were laying out in the backyard of our house trying to get a tan. I was not trying to be caught checking out Becky. But she decided to make it so she did not have any tan lines. My sister Linda told her that she would have to be careful doing it. She didn’t care if she was seen. She started out on her back so all I could see was her nice shaped ass. When she decided to turn over was when I saw that she did not have any hair on her pussy. I knew that since she was in college she should have some. But didn’t know that some girls shave down there. Right when I saw that my dick was as hard as it has ever been. The visual of her shaved pussy helped me get off.
Music pulsates around us as we enter the decadent surroundings, the heavy base seems somehow at odds with the elegance of the setting. The scene is grand, yet slightly ostentatious, a sweeping staircase draws our eyes upwards to a balcony which affords a spectacular view of the foyer below. The chandelier, hanging in the centre of the ceiling, throws out rainbows as the light refracts through the glass, the chequered floor beneath our feet leads into a sophisticated lounge, where all around us masked party goers move to the DJs track, writhing and grinding to the rhythm. Theyre all well dressed, the invitation specified evening wear, men in sharp, tailored suits, women in gorgeous evening gowns; all are wearing striking masks of some kind to disguise their true selves. Suddenly I feel an incredible rush of excitement as we watch them dance with abandon. I know why theyre here. I know why were here. We silently snake our way to the bar and order drinks.
Ohhhh, Billy! Oh Billy! Ooooohhh! Mmmmmm! Wait, I dont know if we should do this!
I shouldnt have been there and undeniably I shouldnt have stayed, but I simply got caught up in it all and simply froze. Although I was pretty drunk, I make no excuses, I was wrong and am completely embarrassed that things worked out as well as they did.
Those words had been stuck in my head for days; they’d changed my life. “Does your daughter know you’re here?” Harry asked.
Sara raised her head sleepily from her chest. She had come home from
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Larissa woke up earlier than her master and she watched him sleep and as she did so, her excitement grew at the thought of how he would use and abuse her that morning. When he awoke a few minutes later she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom where she knelt down beside the toilet and waited for him to come. A minute later he came in and saw her kneeling and waiting and with his eyes told her it was time to open her mouth. She did so and he positioned himself in front of her, the end of his cock six inches from her open mouth. She tingled with anticipation as she waited for her masters piss to begin to emerge from his cock, first a weak trickle and then the full jet that would arc through the air and into her mouth. She squealed as she saw it begin to erupt from his cock and arc towards her as the jet gained power. And then the first of it hit her lips and cascaded into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed and when she could swallow no more of his golden juice, she let it roll back over her tongue and fall from her mouth and pour down her chin and onto her tits. Her pussy ached with pleasure as she rubbed her tits and felt the warm piss on her skin.