At the party
I've watched you at this party all night. I've watched you fuck yourself up on tequila and ket. I've watched the strip of your thigh between those god damn thigh high socks and that oh so short skirt. I've watched and you've not looked at me once.
You stumble out the room and up the stairs. And I follow. I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't but I follow. Up the stairs, into the bathroom. And lock the door.
You turn round and you notice me. You notice me and... you're glad to see me! You're actually smiling and walking over to ME!
We kiss roughly, tongues shoved down one anothers throats as I groap greedily at your arse and tits...oh thise tits. I'm rock hard in an instant and you know it, fumbling at my crotch, rubbing my thobbing cock.
Lust turns to mild disgust as I realise the girl I've been fauning over, worshipping all night is actually a cheap little slag. A drunken little slut who'd fuck anything right now.
But still...
I turn you around and force you down on your knees. Taking you by the hair I lean your head forward towards the toilet. You struggle a little, but using my foot lightly on the back of your neck I manage to hold your head in the bowl. I can't resist and give it a flush as I hitch up your skirt and pull down your pink lace panties.
I know I've gone too far and haven't much time. I plunge myself into your pussy, bent over you, pushing down on you as I hammer like stray wild dog on an unsuspecting pup. It doens't take long.
I feel the warmth of oncoming ejacualtion but hold it back. I pull your wet hair out of the toilet, your make-up wet and running down your cheeks. And you're smiling, your actually smiling and laughing.
You plunge hungrily onto my cock and I fuck your face gently as I begin to fill the swell of cum once more.
I withdraw from your mouth and explode a torrent of pearly spunk into your face. Again and again it shoots onto your eyes and mouth and hair.
You gaze up at me, your face a creamy mess.
"Only one way to get clean" you say, pulling your head down the toilet bowl.
I smile and flush
You stumble out the room and up the stairs. And I follow. I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't but I follow. Up the stairs, into the bathroom. And lock the door.
You turn round and you notice me. You notice me and... you're glad to see me! You're actually smiling and walking over to ME!
We kiss roughly, tongues shoved down one anothers throats as I groap greedily at your arse and tits...oh thise tits. I'm rock hard in an instant and you know it, fumbling at my crotch, rubbing my thobbing cock.
Lust turns to mild disgust as I realise the girl I've been fauning over, worshipping all night is actually a cheap little slag. A drunken little slut who'd fuck anything right now.
But still...
I turn you around and force you down on your knees. Taking you by the hair I lean your head forward towards the toilet. You struggle a little, but using my foot lightly on the back of your neck I manage to hold your head in the bowl. I can't resist and give it a flush as I hitch up your skirt and pull down your pink lace panties.
I know I've gone too far and haven't much time. I plunge myself into your pussy, bent over you, pushing down on you as I hammer like stray wild dog on an unsuspecting pup. It doens't take long.
I feel the warmth of oncoming ejacualtion but hold it back. I pull your wet hair out of the toilet, your make-up wet and running down your cheeks. And you're smiling, your actually smiling and laughing.
You plunge hungrily onto my cock and I fuck your face gently as I begin to fill the swell of cum once more.
I withdraw from your mouth and explode a torrent of pearly spunk into your face. Again and again it shoots onto your eyes and mouth and hair.
You gaze up at me, your face a creamy mess.
"Only one way to get clean" you say, pulling your head down the toilet bowl.
I smile and flush
14 years ago