1. The Bikini Barista


    Date: 2/19/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Male/Teen Female, Older Male / Female, Teen, Virginity, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

    run that well." "Don't worry darling, I won't lose you!" He said as he rolled up the window and pulled out of the drive, the only thing he was going to want to pull out of that day. Katrina followed him, avoiding her own eyes in the mirror, ashamed of herself, and still wondering if she could go through with it. It was a tense drive for Katrina but it wasn't especially long. Mr. Johnson lived in a normal ranch style house in a suburb just off the highway. It was yellow with white trim. Katrina sat pulled up to the curb and took a few breaths, listening; the wipers swung back and forth, the rain pelted the windows and roof. The cacophony of sounds were swimming around her mind. She clicked off the motor, still hearing the rain. She looked through the window to the house, the water cascading down, blurring the view. She saw Mr. Johnson standing in the garage, out of the rain. . . waiting. Waiting for her, waiting to take her. Her virginity. Her innocence. Her self worth. She was gonna trade it all for $5000. She blinked quick to keep back the tears, took a deep breath, and opened the door. The rain was pounding now and she felt the noise beating her ear drums and she ran through the rain to the garage, her sweatshirt and jeans already damp. Mr. Johnson smiled and put an arm around her shoulders and lead her to the door, and into the house where she was going to take her first dick. She had to blink again to keep her eyes from gathering too much water. She walked into the ...
    kitchen, her heels clicking on the floor. The heels were black strap numbers, they matched her undergarments. She pushed her wet bangs back so water didn't drop into her eyes and she heard Mr. Johnson flap out his umbrella behind her and then kick off his shoes. "Well, gosh, we're here aren't we?" He said, putting a hand on her waist and turning her around. He pulled her to him, and her hands reflexively went to his chest, pushing back just a bit, she still hadn't given in to what she was about to do. Mr. Johnson brushed a few fallen strands of bangs back to the side. He then used that hand to stroke her cheek with two fingers. "God you are so beautiful Katrina. So . . . so . . pretty." He had a distant look in his eyes, they were staring at her, drinking her in, his mind beginning to flood with hormones and his body beginning to rev up, anticipating making love to her. Katrina could feel herself shaking, she was so nervous. Was it going to hurt? Would he be gentle with her? Would he try to make her let him doing it more than once? She felt so exposed and unsure of what to expect. For a pretty girl it may be rare to be naive about sex and a virgin, but she was, and it was all the more evident now. "You're shivering beautiful. Let's get you out of those wet clothes, hmm?" Katrina felt like cursing at him. Pretending he wanted her clothes off to warm her, he just wanted to get started. Why didn't he just say that? She undid her pants and was pushing them off when Bill left and ...
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