1. Neighbourhood Training Scheme


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: dogsnstuff, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    more money by moving home, so I was stuck. I couldn’t use my rabbit to come to screaming climaxes, I couldn’t sneak out and I couldn’t dress in tiny little dresses without flashing everyone as the wind blew the hem up. I was bored and I was horny. The lads had been given tickets to a show in the city and in order to maintain the illusion that they were a couple they took them. I wasn’t even in charge of the dogs. Monday morning could not come soon enough. I would have the house to myself and I would be able to wear out those batteries. I drifted out to the kitchen where mum was pouring coffee into a travel mug. She pointed to an ironed shirt on a hanger and told me to go over to the Blair’s and hang it on the back door. I sighed and nodded. If he was home it would be good, exciting, he could practice his tonguing technique on me, but he would be at work like all the other men I had addicted to my pussy. I didn’t have much success with the rabbit. The batteries were well used and after a single, rather anxious orgasm it died on me. I was stomping around like a spoilt brat when I noticed a car drive by, a black Lexus, Mr Blair’s car. I looked at my clothes, a spaghetti strap singlet and a floral mini and smiled. Bare foot and without a rain coat I ran across the road with the plastic covered shirt. The chill from the rain caused my nipples to push against the wet cloth, the darker areolas showing through. I dashed around the back of the house and noisily attempted to hang up ...
    the shirt, jumping to try and hook it over the trellising under the porch cover. He watched me, my breasts bouncing, the nipples growing harder from the friction, as I jumped, then he opened the door to the kitchen. “Oh,” I leapt back into the rain as he unhooked the shirt. “Sorry, mum told me to return this.” He told me to come inside out of the rain. I stood dripping on the kitchen floor as his eyes locked onto my breasts. “Can I have a towel?” I followed the silent man through to the guest bathroom and then into the bedroom next to it. He stepped forward and dabbed the towel against my hair before telling me to take my top off. His warm lips and hands closed around my breasts as my arms were still above my head, the wet shirt held aloft over my head. With his top teeth resting on top of my left nipple he dragged his rough tongue up and over the nub of flesh. It was slow and deliberate and I felt my knees weaken from this simple touch. He repeated the movement this time pausing to suck the nipple deep into his mouth. I clenched and unclenched my thighs as he repeated the actions on the other nipple until I cried out and dropped the shirt on the floor. “Let me taste your little cunt,” he shoved me back onto the bed, my willing thighs parting for him without a second thought. “God, look at you, you are so wet,” he sniffed and snorted as he dug his tongue into my juicy cleft then repeated his nipple lick on my exposed clit. The slow, dragging movement was replaced by rapid ...
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