1. Skittles


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

    and onto my lap, laying herself over my thighs and raised her bottom, presenting an irresistible target. “Spank me until I come, Frank,” she teased, wiggling her ass at me. Temptation, thy name is Olivia. With an exasperate sigh, I gave in and began to paddle her milky white ass, at first gently and then, realizing what she wanted, what she needed, with more fervor until she did, indeed, come on my lap, crying out my name as she ground her hips against my thighs, my hand pausing on the globe of her ass so that I could push my fingers into both her pussy and her anus as she went so far over the edge that I wondered if she might never return. She slept after that, finally worn out by the night’s debauchery. Funny, she looked like an innocent little angel, her cheek on my bare chest, as I tenderly ran my hands through her silky blonde tresses. It hit me, suddenly, how easy it would be to do exactly as she wanted. Hide out here and play house for a few days. It wasn’t just the sex tempting me, either. I could read people pretty well. Behind all that wild, candy fueled crazy was a pretty sweet kid. In this profession, someone like her was a rarity. Sighing, I reached over and turned off the lamp, making myself comfortable, smiling to myself as she let out a soft moan and cuddled against me in earnest. “Sweet dreams, kid,” I said, sotto voce, managing to kiss the top of her head without disturbing her slumbers. As for myself, worn out as much as I was by her appetites, I lay there ...
    and stared ceiling-ward for upwards of an hour before finally drifting off, my own thoughts in turmoil, trying to put off the harsh reality of the morning after for as long as humanly possible. oOo I awoke to the sound of music. I’d forgotten about the phonograph, quite honestly. It had come with the place, as well as a couple dozen recordings, all stored at the back of the closet. Apparently Olivia had had time to do some exploring this morning. With a soft groan, I rolled over, blinking the sleep from my eyes. God, she was a sight to wake up to, moving around the room, naked as a jaybird. Perfect in every way, graceful as she moved along to the music, a scratchy rendition of Frankie’s ‘You’re Getting to be a Habit With Me’ accompanying her. She had a sweet voice, too, if a little off key. I suppose I could have let her know I was up, but I was enjoying the view too much. “Oh,” she said, obviously startled when she finally turned my way. A breath taking sight from the front as well as the rear. I felt myself go hard again, much to my chagrin. From the sound of her delighted giggle, she’d taken notice as well. She slid across the floor to the music, her hips swaying seductively, her perky breasts leading the way to the disaster of a bed. Wordlessly, she pushed be back down, her palm flat against my chest, mounting me with a sly smile, lowering herself on my swollen prick. I slid into her easily, surprised both at how wet she was and how incredibly tight. She rode me that way, ...
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