Left Alone
Keywords: Left, Alone,
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" He stepped in and slid his leg between mine, I spread them wide enough to give him space. I tilted my head as he took my earlobe between his lips. I melted. It felt like I was floating as this big man shifted his hands from the counter to my body and nibbled on my ear. One of his hands was on the upper most part of my butt, the other was sliding up and down my side, pausing as it passed over my chest and lightly pinching my nipple.
He pulled away from my ear, and while keeping close enough to my face that I could feel his warm breath on my skin, grazed my lips with his. I leaned toward him, and his lips met mine. The hand on my butt stayed there while the other slid up to the back of my head and pulled me in tight while his tongue invaded my mouth. Dropping my lollipop on the floor, I raised my arms and locked my hands behind his neck.
It was a loud, sloppy, hungry kiss. My knees were buckling and I was going crazy with desire. Without breaking the kiss, he spun us around so he was leaning against the counter. His hands were now on my butt, a cheek in each hand. As he kneeded my butt through my skirt, I began to grind myself against his leg. We broke the kiss and I gasped for air.
He asked very quietly, "Have you ever been with a man Tonya?"
Still out of breath and hornier than I had ever been before, I answered "Um, well, sort of."
"What does 'sort of' mean Tonya?" he inquired in the same whisper.
Grinding down hard onto his thigh, I gasped "I play with Derrick."
"How do you 'play' with Derrick? What sorts of naughty things have you two done?"
I leaned back in to kiss him, but he stopped me and pressed me to answer the question.
"He, um, I, well, his dick, I suck on his dick." I moaned.
"Does Derrick cum in your mouth?" he asked while still whispering. One of his hands slipped under my skirt and continued to squeeze my bare cheek. The other hand left my butt, slid around my body and slipped under my top. He rolled and pinched my nipples while I ground down hard onto his leg.
"Sometimes." I mumbled while glancing down at the huge bulge in his pants.
Raising his leg higher, causing me to push down even harder, "Sometimes? Where else does little Derrick cum?" The way he said 'Little Derrick' implied he didn't know who he was, but knew he was a young guy.
"Walter! Don't tease me! I'm going crazy here!" I squealed.
"Just answer the question Tonya, I'm almost done asking questions."
Now staring at his massive bulge, "It's embarrassing." He raised his leg even higher until I was on my tip-toes. "Okay, um, I like it, no wait, he, Derrick likes to cum on my face." Glancing up, I saw a big smile on his face. By this point I was sure my panties were soaked with my juice.
"Hmm, does Derrick ever suck on you?"
I moaned, "No, he doesn't like that. But he watches me, um, rub myself." Confessing all of these secrets, being dressed up for the first time in someone's presence and grinding on his leg was getting me so close. I felt a thin layer of perspiration on every inch of my skin. If I didn't slow down I was going to make a mess.
Both of his hands were back on my butt, under my skirt. "What do you 'rub' Tonya?"
"My... My dick." I groaned.
With a fatherly tone, he answered, "Tonya, little girls don't have 'dicks'. Little girls have 'clits'."
Hearing him speak to me in that tone, call me Tonya and refer to my dick as a 'clit' sent me over the edge. I squealed loudly and shook violently as my 'clit' erupted in my panties. He squeezed my butt tightly and pulled me up his thigh. I was twitching as my orgasm subsided, still loving the feel of his hands on my butt and his leg between mine. Walter leaned in close and kissed me gently.
After I had recovered, I slid down off his leg. I felt like a fool. I was so embarrassed. I came in panties! The proof was the wet streak down Walter's jeans. I always had these moments of doubt after I came, I judged what I had done in my horny state and was never pleased with myself. My skirt was pulled up around my waist and a huge wet spot left my panties in an almost transparent state. I tugged the skirt down to cover myself and beat myself up for even coming over here dressed as I was.
Walter broke the silence with a cheery voice, "Well, Tonya, I guess we should get cleaned up if we're still going to watch that movie." Motioning toward his pants and my lower body.
"Maybe I should just go." I uttered.
"Why on earth would you want to go? We were going to watch a movie, remember?"
Staring at the floor, I confessed "It's just that I feel so foolish. I mean what I did, and how I look. I stupid."
Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me close and comforted me. I could feel his rigid cock through his jeans, it pressed in hard against my tummy. He told me there was nothing to feel foolish about. He told me I was beautiful just the way I was and how happy he was that I came over dressed up so pretty. After several minutes in his arms, I calmed down and agreed that we should clean ourselves up. We had a brief discussion about my panties and I decided I should run home, clean up, get a fresh pair of panties and I'd be right back. In the meantime he could clean himself up and get the movie ready.
On my way to the door, he stopped me, spun me around and kissed me deeply. He then asked, "Promise you'll be right back?" I nodded my head and smiled.
Upon entering my house, I ran to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. A moist spot had appeared on my skirt and my top was all wrinkly. Crap! As I slid the sopping wet thong down my legs, my legs got covered in my cum. Crap! I quickly stripped and hopped into the shower. Careful to keep my hair and face dry, I washed myself off as fast as I could. My 'landing strip' was matted down and I was pretty much covered from the waist down. During this process, my thoughts were on Walter and what he had done to me, my 'clit' started to get hard again.
Jumping out of the shower I dried myself and dashed to Teri's room. I slipped on a pink silky thong, tucking my semi-hard 'clit' back again. Then to the closet to grab the little summer dress which was my second choice for an outfit earlier that night. The dress was white cotton with a flowery pattern. It was short, higher than mid-thigh. My favorite part of the dress was the spaghetti straps, for some reason I always found them to be extremely feminine. The white pumps topped off the outfit beautifully.
Back in the bathroom, I touched up my pigtails and lip gloss. I gave into desire and took the time to apply mascara and a flowery perfume. When everything was perfect, I almost skipped back over to Walters. On my way, I couldn't help but consider that this man was turning me into a horny little tramp! It wasn't a bad thing.
He greeted me at the door in denim shorts and a white t-shirt. That same massive bulge was squished into the shorts. I began to feel guilty, he had made me cum and I hadn't done a thing to help him. His muscular arms encircled me as soon as the door was shut. "You look better every time I see you Tonya." Looking up into his eyes, he lowered his head and kissed me. It wasn't as wet or loud as before, but still passionate enough to make my knees weak.
As we entered the living room, I saw a big bowl of popcorn and two sodas on the big table in the middle of the room. Walter dimmed the lights then took my hand and led me to the only chair. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap.
"Mmmm this is nice." He spoke softly.
I purred my response as I cuddled up against him, "Very nice."
With me on his lap, I could feel his stiff cock between my cheeks. I wiggled my butt a little, and heard him moan.
He reached for the remote and started the movie. He must have chosen a scene before I arrived, on the screen a pretty young girl was on her hands and knees while an older man sat behind her and played with her pussy with his fingers.
"Um, Walter, you do know that I'm not old enough to watch nasty movies like this, don't you?"
"Shhh, just watch the movie." was his response.
I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder. His hands began to explore my body, they started on my hips and slowly made their way up my sides, across my chest and down to my tummy. They continued their exploration as I watched the movie. The man grabbed a dildo and began slipping it in and out of her dripping wet hole. His free hand was on her butt, rubbing circles around her little brown hole.
I could only picture myself in the girls place and Walter as the man. My little 'clit' was rock hard once again. Walters hands drifted down my thighs, past my dress then came back up under the thin material. Feeling his fingers trace lines all over my body took my state of horniness up a notch.
I sat up and grabbed my soda, my throat was so dry, I drank most of the glass. It tasted a little funny, but I didn't say anything. I learned later he had crushed up Viagra pills in it. Before I was able to lean back onto him, Walter reached up and slid the spaghetti straps of my dress off my shoulders and down my arms. I quivered with excitement when my dress fell into my lap.
Sitting squarely on his lap, I leaned back onto him and his big hands wandered over my hairless flesh finally finding my nipples which he massaged. My eyes couldn't help but focus on the big screen before me, the man had just withdrew the dildo from her pussy and was working it into her butt.
Walter's fingers were rhythmically squeezing my nipples when he whispered, "Have you ever done anything like that Tonya?"
"Had something in my butt?" I asked.
"Yes, have you ever had anything inside you?"
My breath was coming is gasps and that thin layer of perspiration had returned as I squeaked, "No."
"Little Derrick never put dick in you?" he asked.
A moan escaped my lips as one of his hands slid down and began fondling my 'clit' through my panties. My butt started grinding down on Walter's cock, it felt so good. "No, he never did.
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Keywords: Left, Alone,