1. Skittles


    Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: sprite, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    myself to some hooch I’d stowed away under the bed. Since I had feminine company, I even dug up a couple of glasses and some ice out of the cooler. Classy dame like Olivia probably couldn’t imagine drinking bourbon straight from the bottle. I made myself at home on the sofa and loosened my tie. I even contemplated kicking off my buster browns, but thought that might be a little off putting to Olivia, strangely enough, especially after what I’d witnessed her do. I tried not to think about it too much, embarrassed at how quickly the memory of her and Murial together made me hard. Glancing towards the bathroom door, I couldn’t help but imagine her sitting naked in the tub, steam rising around her as she lay back and scrubbed some of her more sensitive parts… “She’s my client’s sister,” I told myself harshly. “And, sweet as she might seem, she’s trouble. Not the kind of girl I want to get tangled up with.” I poured myself another and did my best to think of something else. I’d almost succeeded when the door opened, framing her dripping wet and very naked body, the shadows barely concealing her womanly delights. “Aren’t you coming in, Frank?” Her voice was slightly slurred. I wondered if I’d left some booze in the medicine cabinet by accident. That’s when I spotted the vial in her hand, the one I’d relieved Pinky of before we fled. The one I’d stashed in my coat pocket and forgotten all about until just now. Olivia hadn’t wasted anytime pinching it for herself. “Give me those,” I ...
    said, my voice hardening a little. Last thing I needed on my hands was a drug addled sex nymph with her sights set on me. “You still want to give me that spanking?” Yeah, you could hear it in her voice. She was definitely high as a kite. Like I’d guessed, somewhere down the line her family had done a bit of mixing it up. “You don’t give me that bottle, I’ll do more then give you a spanking, kid.” “I told you. I’m not a kid. I’m eighteen and I’m horny as hell. Come on, Frank. The water’s still nice and hot.” I swear to god, I would have resisted if she hadn’t reached down and cupped her pussy, making a show of slipping her middle finger in all the way to her knuckles before drawing it out again and sucking it clean, her eyes never once leaving my mug. “You want me, you know where to find me,” she giggled before retreating to the john and shutting the door behind her. I did my best to talk myself out of it but, in the end, I did what any other red blooded male would do. Sometimes a man’s going to do what a man’s going to do. “I like the red ones best, Frank. They make me feel like doing dirty things. Things my stuck up sister would never do. Fun things.” She was sitting on the edge of the tub, her legs spread wide, one hand stroking her lightly furred pussy, the other palm up, a trio of red skittles forming a triangle against her soft pink flesh. “You should try one.” “Sorry, Dollface. I’m a red-blooded Amercian. About the most they’ll do is give me a sugar rush.” That made her ...
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