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Chapter 2 The slut and Bob

Date: 1/14/2017, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Author: Michiganslut, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

The days went by and Billy was gone. Our relationship now over, I went seeking Bob. After a few texts back and forth, we had agreed to meet a few blocks from my house. I was told to wear something seductive and I chose my black little cocktail dress you see in my pictures. It was 11 pm, on a Friday night when we met. My heels echoing through the empty Marquette streets, looking back at my high school years that were now over. As I arrived, he pulled over with his truck. He stopped and I got in, like a common street walker. After a few turns through the streets, he stopped. "Why did you want to meet?" Bob asked abruptly. I said I didn't know. He studied me, and without asking his hands starting feeling my skin. I moaned softly, his rough hands felt good on me. "When was the last time you got fucked?" He asked. "A few weeks back" I said somewhat shamefully. "So you wanted to see me because you want me to fuck you?" he replied. "There is no shame in it Kayla, women are allowed to feel this" he added as he looked around the place he parked. "I'm not ashamed Bob" I said firmly, as he began driving, now going downtown Marquette. As we drove through Washington Street, his hands explored my body, pulling my dress, exposing my legs, tits. I just sat there and moaned. We parked in a parking lot and he said "if you want my cock, you need to obey". I agreed. "I want you to get infront of the car and get naked" he ordered, "but won't people see me?" I replied. "Get in front of the car and ... get naked" he replied. I got out and obeyed. I slowly pulled my dress down, with a dim light of the parking garage shinning on me. Slowly, my dress was now on the floor. I wasn't wearing a bra, or panties, just left with my high heel shoes. Feelings of worry came rushing to my mind. Bob got out of the car with his zipper down, he had been jacking off as I undressed. He got in front of the car, leaning on the front. Without saying a word, I was on my knees looking into his eyes, placing his cock in my mouth. "Fuck yeah" he moaned as I gulped his manhood down. The fear of being caught by a random person had left my mind. I felt like a slut, a tramp, a prostitute, a whore. I enjoyed his dick so much, the sound of his moans as I f***ed his cock down my throat. In an instance, he lifted me. "Where do you want to get fucked slut?" he asked me as he grabbed my tits and ass. "In my pussy, please" I replied. He grabbed me and lifted me up, and slowly guided his cock into my pussy. "Oh fuck yes" I said as I could feel his hard wet cock invading me. He sucked my tits, and I just moaned, each thrust bringing me closer to breaking loose. "I'm your slut" I moaned, "I'm your slut". He just fucked me harder as I said those words. Bob was getting rougher with me. "You are a slut!" he said as he put me back on the floor. "Get back in the car" he ordered me. I was confused, I grabbed my dress and went in. We were driving back to where we met and we got closer, he asked where I lived. I pointed ...