6 comments/ 44139 views/ 70 favorites Sitter Lapdance By: roddymac99 David cursed as he fumbled his key on the door lock and dropped them on the step in front of him. He bent down and picked them up, focussing intently on them as he inserted them into the lock, then realised it was already unlocked. He pushed down on the handle and stepped into his house. The inner hall light was on, but that didn't stop him stumbling as he walked forward. Yes, he was drunk, and although the room wasn't quite spinning he knew he'd had more than he should. He dropped his suit jacket on the staircase, pushed open the door to the lounge and smiled, concentrating on not slurring his speech. "Hi there. Sorry I'm a bit later than planned." The girl on the sofa beamed a smile at him at she sat up straight, lowering the volume on the television. "Oh hey there Mr Evans. It's cool, don't worry about it." He realised he was swaying as he stood there, so he took a step forward and sat heavily on the sofa opposite her. "I only just made the last train," he laughed. She giggled. "You had a good night out then?" He smiled, nodding. "Yeh...it was pretty...ummm interesting. I take it little George was fine? He went to bed with no problems?" She nodded. "Oh yes, he was a little darling. I read him a couple of stories and then he fell asleep like in seconds," she laughed. "I checked on him about 10 minutes ago and he's sleeping soundly." David smiled. "That's great." He didn't think there would have been a problem; little George was a great sleeper for a two year old. "Did Lucinda pay you before she left?" The girl nodded. "Yeh," she giggled. "She reckoned you might have spent all your cash before you got home so thought it best to pay me before she left!" David laughed. His wife was out with her sister for two nights at a spa, and had arranged for Lauren to come and sit for George while David was out. "So, what was the occasion?" she asked. "Oh, one of the young guys in my team is leaving for a new job so we had a night on the town to celebrate." "Cool," she replied, tucking her legs under her as she got comfortable again. "Did you send him off in style then?" David chuckled. They'd certainly done that. In fact, his colleagues had gone on to a casino after he'd left them so they were probably still sending him off in style, but he'd had to get the last train to the suburbs so couldn't go on with them. Probably just as well; it would no doubt have turned into an even more expensive night that would have taken some explaning to Lucinda when she got home on Sunday. "Yes...I think we gave him a pretty good send off." She lifted the remote control and looked at the television as she switched it off. David found himself sneaking a closer look at her. She lived a couple of streets away, and was the daughter of one of Lucinda's friends. He'd only lived in the area for three years, so didn't really know much about her. She'd sat for them a couple of times before, though not recently. She seemed older than the last time, and her hair was now dyed blonde. At least, he was sure she hadn't been blonde before. Then he noticed the dark roots in her parting and the dark eyebrows as she looked back at him. He blinked and looked away, hoping she hadn't noticed he'd been gawping at her. "So where did you go?" she asked, still smiling. David cleared his throat. "Oh, just for a meal, then a couple of pubs, then a club. The boys went on to a casino but I had to get that last train." Lauren frowned. "Oh, that's a shame. Couldn't you have stayed out and got, like, a taxi home or something? I wouldn't have minded." David smiled. "That's good of you." Conversing directly with her gave him a chance to look at her face as he spoke. She had large, dark eyes, a thin sharp nose and thin lips and he noticed she was wearing matte pink lipstick. Mascara accentuated the natural darkness of her features, contrasting the bright blonde hair. "To be honest, it had already been a pretty expensive night so a casino and a taxi would've broken the bank...and probably really pissed of Lucinda," he chuckled. Lauren laughed, and he noticed the metal braces on her teeth. He suddenly realised he didn't know how old she was. He'd seen her a couple of times in school uniform, but the make up made it impossible to place her age. "Which club did you go to?" she asked with genuine interest. "Huh, oh...ummm..." He hesitated, with good reason. The 'club' he had been to was not one he wanted to admit being at to his sitter, or indeed his wife for that matter. "It was...oh, what was it called again..." he let his voice trail off, hoping he seemed forgetful. "There's some great clubs in town," she said. "I love Tropicana, the music is awesome." David grinned. He knew of Tropicana, a proper 80s club. "Seriously?" he chuckled. "You like Tropicana. That's an 80s club isn't it, more my age group than yours!" He was 41, so the 1980s were very much his era for music. Lauren giggled. "Well, yeah, but that old music is still cool." David smiled, then rolled his eyes. "Less of the old there Lauren," he laughed. "You, go into town a lot then?" he added. She nodded. "Yeh, fair bit. Well, when we've got money I guess. It's kinda expensive in town." He nodded. "Not wrong there. So, who do you go with?" Lauren shrugged. "Just my mates." "No boyfriend then?" he said. He wasn't sure why he wanted to know that, and instantly felt awkward for prying. She grinned back at him, her braces sparkling in the dim light. "Not at the moment. I'm going to uni in a couple of months so no point getting into a relationship I reckon." David nodded. So, she must be in her final high-school year then. "Makes sense, plenty of boys when you get to uni. I mean...not that you are...well...you know...long distance relationships are diff..." he realised he was rambling and cursed his drunken brain. Lauren giggled again, clearly amused. "Ah that's good Mr Evans...you're not calling me a little...ummm...slut then." She grinned at him. He felt himself blush. "No, no that's not what I meant," he replied defensively. "It's just...at your age...you know...don't really need...ummm...to be...you know tied down..." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. To his relief, Lauren seemed unfazed and just giggled again. "I know...just messin' Mr Evans." He forced a smile, his eyes lowering to her bare knee showing though the wide hole in her jeans. She had pale skin, unlike the faked tanned girls that had been all over the town earlier that night. He noticed her toe nails were painted to match her lips, visible through her black sandals. He blinked, then raised his gaze back to her face, but knew his eyes had lingered on her black, halter neck top and her thin, pale bare arms. He cursed himself. That was the problem with spending two hours in a lap dancing bar; for the next few hours, you felt you could happily look women up and down with no regard for normal manners. She took the ends of her long blonde hair in her fingers as she smiled. "Think you're gonna have a hangover in the morning then?" she giggled. David chuckled. "Yes! God I hope George sleeps in!" Lauren stood up. "You want...a glass of water or something?" He nodded. "Actually...yeh, that would be a good idea." She smiled. "I'll get you one," then she walked to the door. It struck him how small she was; barely 5 foot tall he reckoned. Her jeans and top were slightly baggy on her, so he couldn't really make out her figure as she left the room. He sat back and exhaled, shaking his head. He couldn't believe he was actually checking her out! He'd had four lap dances, all from big titted, toned and tanned girls. He felt his cock stiffen, then smiled as he remembered his wife was away and as soon as Lauren was gone, he could satisfy himself at his own pleasure. It crossed his mind as to whether he'd be thinking about those strippers, or Lauren. He shuddered...thinking of Lauren was a bit naughty. He startled as little as Lauren came back into the room, and he sat forward as she offered him a pint glass full of water. He smiled as he reached out for it, and he noticed her eyes widen a little as he took the glass from her. He half expected her to say she was ready to leave, but to his surprise she want back over to the couch opposite and sat down, again curling her legs under her like before. He took a long gulp of the water. "So," she said, looking straight at him with a faint grin on her lips. "You were at the Paradise Club then?" He gasped, almost spitting the water back into the glass. He felt his heartbeat skip at the mention of the lap dancer bar. "Ummm...huh?" was all he could muster in reply. Her grin widened. "The Paradise Club. The strip bar off Lancaster Square. You've got the stamp on your hand." He looked at the ink stamp on the top of his hand. They used those stamps to allow smokers in and out of the club. He gulped. His foggy brain couldn't construct a lie quickly enough. "Ummm...well..." he sighed. "Yeh, we were...ummm...dragged in there by a couple of the younger guys." He rolled his eyes, over-dramatically. Lauren giggled. "Dragged huh? Kicking and screaming I bet." She grinned at him. "Don't worry, I won't tell Lucinda." David allowed himself a smile. "Thanks...I'd appreciate that. She'd kill me if she knew I'd been in there." Lauren frowned. "Really? Why?" David sighed again. "I don't think my wife would appreciate me paying girls to strip and grind themselves on my lap. Don't think many wives would to be honest." Lauren shrugged. "I guess...just harmless fun though isn't it?" David took another sip of water. She had a point, but it seemed strange coming from the mouth of a high-schoolgirl. "Yeh, of course it is. Not many women see it that way though." She smiled again, then rolled her eyes. "Don't see why to be honest. The girls earn good money, and it's just blokes being...well...blokes innit?" He couldn't determine whether she was speaking with common sense or naivety. He grinned at her. "You seem to know a lot about it," he laughed. She looked back at him, and he noticed her biting her lower lip. "Well..." She seemed to be thinking, her eyes narrowing a little. "One of my mates actually works there." David felt his eyes widening. "R...really?" he asked, surprised. She nodded. "Yeh, Michelle...well, Tiffany is her stripper name. She's been there about a month now, saving up money for uni." David closed his eyes, and couldn't help but groan out loudly. He opened them as he heard Lauren burst out laughing. "Oh...My...God! You had a lapdance from her didn't you?" David took a deep breath, and slowly nodded. "Yes, I'm ashamed to admit it. Fuck." He rubbed his forehead with his palm. "She's...she's your friend? From, from school?" Lauren nodded. "Yeh, well, she was the year above me. She took a year out, did some travelling and is now getting some money together for uni."
 David nodded again. Tiffany; well Michelle, had told him she'd been travelling. "And," he closed his eyes again, fearing the response. "She lives...umm...in the village?" "Yeh, in the new houses on the way in. Don't worry though, she'd dead discrete; she won't tell anyone." David breathed a sigh of relief, though he had a sinking feeling that it would come back to embarrass him at some point. In that moment, he resolved not attend the village fair that year. "Did you...ummm...enjoy your dance from her then?" David blinked, surprised at the question. "What? Oh, well...yeh, of course" he replied, figuring it wasn't worth lying. Lauren beamed a smile at him. "Yeh, she's kinda fit aint she? Massive tits too." David coughed, shocked at how easily those words came out of Lauren's mouth. "Well...yes, yes she's pretty...ummm...fit." He felt it better to reiterate Lauren's words than blurt out his own assessment of her friend. A fleeting memory of a naked Michelle grinding on his lap made him shift uncomfortably. He drained the glass of water, but his mouth still felt dry. Lauren twiddled her hair in her fingers again. "You...ummm...wanna know a secret?" David cleared his throat. The alcohol was still muddling his brain, and despite knowing he should reply with a 'no,' he found himself nodding. Lauren giggled, and he noticed her cheeks were a little pink. "Well..." she said, drawing out the word. She bit her bottom lip again, then quietly said "I'm thinking of going for a job there." David nearly dropped his glass. "Y...you what?" he replied. She smiled. "It's really good money...like, really good. Michelle reckons I could make a couple of grand before uni, then top it up in my holidays." David exhaled as he leaned back. He couldn't believe what she was saying. "Are...are you serious?" he asked. She nodded. "Yeh of course. Why not? I think it would be fun." He exhaled again. His fatherly instinct wanted to give her advice, and lots of it right now. But the alcohol coursing through his veins and the bloke instinct made him realise they would be hollow words. "But...how...how old are you? Don't you have to be...like 21 to work there or something?" She giggled. "No! It's 18. I think it's like 21 or something in America, coz 'Chelle tried to get a job dancing when she was over there, but in the UK it's 18." "Are you 18 then?" he asked, still not quite believing the girl in front of him, so small and petite, with braces on her teeth, was indeed that old. She frowned at him. "Yeh, I was 18 a month ago." He nodded. "Oh, ok...I just thought..." his voice trailed off. She giggled again. "It's the braces isn't it? 'Chelle reckons the braces will be a big attraction for some guys, especially on schoolie uniform nights." David again found himself exhaling. The thought of her in school uniform stripping was...he shook his head, not a thought he should be entertaining right now. Again, he shifted, feeling extremely uncomfortable. "What do you reckon?" she asked. He gulped, but his mouth was bone dry. "I...ummm...well...I guess...yes..." he croaked. She beamed a smile at him. "Secret though yeh, promise you won't tell anyone?" He nodded. "Yes of course...and you don't tell anyone I had a dance from your friend." God it felt awkward agreeing to a deal like that. Lauren smiled. "Cool. I've got an interview there next week." David shook his head, incredulous at her revelation. "Wow. Well...ummm...good luck, I guess?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Thanks." "What...exactly, does an interview for a job as a lap dancer entail?" David found himself asking. Lauren swept her hair back. "Think it's a bit of a chat, then I have to do an actual dance routine." "Really?" he replied, his interest genuinely piqued. Very different to the interviews he regularly conducted in his job. "And...well...you...you've already...ummm...got a routine?" He suddenly pictured her writhing around her bedroom, stripping off her clothes. She frowned. "Well...yeh kinda. I mean, 'Chelle has been teaching me her moves and stuff." David nodded. "That's good then...I mean, having a friend who can show you the...ummm ropes." He knew exactly what he'd be thinking about later when he was satisfying himself, that was for sure. She nodded again, a concentrated expression on her face. "Yeh, she's been great. But...well, I only found out about it last week so not had much chance to practice." David chuckled. "Yeh, I can imagine it would be a bit weird, practicing on your own. Bet there are plenty boys in your year who would happily have been dummies for you to practice with though." Lauren laughed. "No way! Fuck, it'll be bad enough if any of them come into the club. Actually, it's 21 minimum to get in there anyways so hopefully that won't happen." He nodded. "Yeh, that would be kinda embarrassing for you. Bit like for me finding out I've been lap danced by a girl in the village!" She giggled again. "Awww it's not that bad. Bet you won't forget her in a hurry though, huh Mr Evans?" David felt himself blush. She was right; he'd remember Michelle. He felt his cock twinge, and again he shifted in the seat. He tried subtly to adjust the material around his crotch, but in his drunken state, it wasn't as smooth a move as he'd intended. He heard Lauren giggle, and he felt his cheeks flush. "Just think," she continued. "If you'd been there like two weeks later, it could've been me dancing for you!" David coughed. He averted his gaze from her, his head swimming, not able to think of a reply. "Actually, that's a good question. Saying you didn't already know me, would you have paid for a dance from me?" As he looked up, aware his expression was one of shock, she was staring at him intently, clearing wanting an honest reply. "Well...I...ummm...I mean...of...of course...y...yes, I probably would," he stuttered, cursing his inability to think of a positive lie. She nodded. "And...if you did know me. Would you still?" He looked at her and inhaled. "Lauren...really, I...I don't know..." He sat forward. She frowned, then grinned. "In a little school uniform?" her voice trailed off, her suggestive tone hanging in the air. David covered his mouth with his hand. His throat was bone dry. "If I say yes to that, that would make me sound like a dirty old man." She laughed. "Would make you sound like a typical bloke I reckon," she replied. David sighed, then slowly nodded. "I guess I'd be a typical bloke then." He flopped back in the seat, trying to think of a polite way to say it was time for her to go home. For one thing, he now really wanted the peace to masturbate to the flood of naughty thoughts bouncing around in his drunken brain. She beamed a smile. "Awesome. Maybe I should ask you to be a dummy for me to practice on." David blinked. Had she just said that? Or was that one of the thoughts in his mind. "Huh?" She swept her hair back. "Was just saying, maybe...ummm...I could...you know...try out my routine on you." He sat up straight. "Are...are you being serious?" He hoped to god she was just toying with him. Lauren looked at him thoughtfully, then nodded. "Ummm...yeh. I mean...you've obviously got experience being...you know...danced for. And...well...would be good to know how I compare to 'Chelle." Her tone was so matter-of-fact David was stunned. "I...bloody hell Lauren..." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, despite it being bone dry. "I don't really think that would be...ummm...appropriate." He suddenly hoped that George would appear at the door, giving him an excuse to end this conversation. But then he remembered the gate at the top of the stairs. Perhaps he should just do the correct adult thing, and end the conversation anyway, but Lauren was quick to speak again. "No more inappropriate than you paying 'Chelle to strip for you," she quipped. David opened his mouth to reply, but he didn't have a retort to that. "So...what do you reckon then?" A million thoughts were crashing around his head. It was wrong, wrong in every way to agree to her crazy suggestion. But he was drunk enough for those thoughts to be easily overcome by the offer of a free lap dance from his sitter. His sitter. He thought briefly of George; not that he would understand. And then his wife. She'd be furious. Perhaps marginally more furious than if she knew he'd been at the Paradise Club and had paid for a local girl, even if he didn't know that at the time, to lap dance for him. "I...I really...d...don't know..." he stammered. Lauren untucked her legs and sat forward. "Oh go on...it'd really help me," she said sweetly. David swallowed hard. He looked at her; that small skinny frame, pale skin, bleach blonde hair. She is 18, he told himself. Fuck, she's going to be working as a lap dancer soon. What difference would it make if she practiced on him? Hell, it would make his wank later even better. The alcohol was winning. He closed his eyes, and despite himself, nodded. Sitter Lapdance "Ok, ok..if you think it will really help you...I guess...I guess it's ok." He could hear faint justification in his tone as he spoke. He opened his eyes to see Lauren grinning widely. For a second, he wondered if it was all just a wind up; just a naughty teen playing with him. Maybe she'd just laugh and say 'yeh you wish, dirty old man' and get up and leave. Embarrassing yes, but probably for the best. But she didn't. Instead, she walked to the stereo system, shuffled through some CDs until she found one she obviously liked and put the disc in. As he watched her, he heard a dance track from one of his old Ibiza albums start. The room started spinning again and he felt his palms sweating. "Ok, well I guess you know the rules," she giggled. "At least, I think I do. Hands by your sides, no touching yeh?" David found himself nodding; he'd heard those rules already that night. He gulped. Lauren walked back towards him. She bent down and moved some magazines to the edge of the coffee table, leaving it clear in front of him. He took a deep breath, and settled himself in the couch, back straight, hands placed either side of his thighs. She stood and looked at him. He wondered if she was having second thoughts. "H...have you done this before?" he asked. She shook her head. "Not on an actual person. Just practised the moves in my bedroom." "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked again, knowing this was the point of no return. She smiled. "Yes, of course." He noticed her nodding her head to the beat of the music, then, as she engaged with the rhythm, she started to sway her hips. David exhaled again. He blinked, focussing himself. Ok, he told himself. This is just a normal lap dance. 5 minutes, let her do her thing. Sure, take it all in, then give her some feedback. That's all I have to do. He felt his cock twinge and he hoped he could control himself. God that would be embarrassing. If he came while she was stripping. Plus, if he could bank a clear enough picture of her in his mind, he could really enjoy pleasuring himself when she was gone. Lauren swayed her body, then slowly let her head fall backwards, her long blonde hair falling across her shoulders as she slowly rubbed her hands up her thighs and rib cage. He watched as her hands stroked over her chest, before she turned around and bent down, hands placed on the coffee table. She looked back at him as she rubbed her right hand against her right buttock, blowing him a kiss cheekily as she slapped her own bum. The denim had tightened slightly, but he felt that it would've been a much sexier move if she'd been in her school uniform. That thought made his cock stiffen, and he shuffled his hips to free the material tightening on his crotch. She turned back to face him again, circled her head and swept her hair over her left shoulder. He felt a pang of surprise as she raised her left hand and pulled the halter string free from behind her head. His eyes focussed on the silver ring at the front of the halter as it slowly slid up her neck then flopped down as she released the tie. His mouth fell open as she grinned, bit the bottom of her lip and slid the top slowly down, the shoulder straps slipping down her arms, her boobs coming into full view before the stopped, standing still in front of him holding the top in both hands around her tummy. He nodded approvingly at her tits. They were tiny in comparison to Michelle's. "Y...you weren't wearing a bra?" he found himself ask. She shook her head. "I couldn't find a strapless one. Are they...ummm...ok?" David exhaled again, and nodded. "Yeh, oh yeh, they look...amazing." "Not too small?" she asked. David shook his head. "No, not at all. How, how big are they...exactly?" He didn't know why that mattered; just that he wanted to say something to help him not gawp moronically at her young, firm boobs. "32A," she replied. "But I'm only 4ft9, so I'm hoping it looks ok." She started to writhe her body with the music again. "It looks fucking perfect," David mumbled. Lauren grinned. She swayed as she pushed her top further down, breathing in as she shuffled it over her hips and down her legs. David couldn't help but moan quietly as he took in her slim frame; her rib cage visible as she breathed in, her flat stomach, the small stud piercing in her belly. Stepping over her top, leaving it in a pile at her feet, she threw her head back and cupped her firm boobs with her hands, before running her palms across her nipples. Though she was still a few feet in front of him, he could see that she had large areolas and her nipples were hard. He mused that she was obviously comfortable, and clearly enjoying, the situation. She put her index finger between her lips and circled it with her mouth. She might have been 18, but her diminutive size and those sparkling braces with that seductive look was incredible. David knew she'd do well at the Paradise Club, school uniform or not. Her wetted index finger moved to her left nipple, teasing it gently. David felt his cock grow again, but he didn't try to hide it; he was too focussed on watching her. Lauren turned around again, her back facing him. She turned her head back towards him, grinning as her hands undid her buttons and she shimmied there jeans down off her hips. He looked at the black briefs covering her bum. Again, perhaps not the sexiest underwear he mused. But the thought of little panties made him gulp. Without the loose fitting jeans, he could see what a small bum she had, in keeping with the rest of her physique. She straightened up, her jeans now around mid-thigh. She sat down on the coffee table, facing him, and stretched her legs out towards him. She'd slipped her shoes off, and he again noticed the toe nails painted to match her lips. She curled her legs up and slipped off the jeans, letting them fall to the floor over her top. She again stretched out her legs, and he took in the view of her slender legs. She stood up, her body still moving with the music, hands sliding up and down her thighs, before turning and bending over the coffee table again, lowering her head and pushing her bum up in the air. Her pale skin was so tight, her legs thin. It seemed at odds as she started to rock her hips, simulating being taken from behind. David moaned again; his cock now fully erect and tenting in his trousers. She looked back at him, and her expression had changed. Her mouth was open, her eyes looked heavily at him and she let out a little squeal as she spanked her own bum cheek again. She rolled over again, laying flat on the coffee table before spreading her legs wide apart, her hands coming down to cover her crotch. David felt himself lean forward, unable to resist looking closer. She craned her neck, locking her gaze on him as she moved one hand, then the other; her tight briefs being the only thing between his eyes and her pussy. "Mmmmm you like so far?" she whispered. David realised he'd been nodding. She brought her legs back together and then jumped up, taking a step forward. She bent down and brought his knees together with her hands, before positioning herself so she was standing just a inch or so in front of him. She hooked her thumbs into the band of the briefs and David exhaled as he realised she was going to remove them. He wasn't sure why that came as a shock, but topless was a lot different to fully naked, and perhaps he hadn't realised she was going to do this properly. Her head lopped to one side, her hair falling over her right shoulder. She seemed to be pouting, her pink lipstick catching his eye. Her expression was now innocent, and he shuddered as his eyes lowered to see her slowly peel her briefs off her hips. She slid them down, and he noticed she was freshly shaven. As the material peeled down, the crotch remained stuck and she stopped. "You want to see my pussy?" she whispered. David gulped, and slowly nodded. She responded by bending forward, her head resting on his knee caps. He could make out her hands working down her legs behind her but all he could see was her pert bum cheeks. She lowered herself to her knees and her hands came up to rest on his thighs. Her briefs were in her in right hand. "You'll have to wait to see it," she grinned, letting go of her briefs so they fell to the ground then sliding her hands up to his hips, pressing firmly against him. He felt himself squirm a little as she crossed her hands, brushing them across the bulge in his trousers. She lifted herself up a little, pushing her head forward before rubbing her nose firmly against his covered member. He inhaled deeply; it was a move she had clearly learned from Michelle but it had the same effect. Michelle had remained knelt in front of him when she'd done it, but as Lauren was at least a foot shorter than her friend, she'd had to extend her legs, though all he could see was her back and those pert bum cheeks. She looked up and caught his gaze, smiling as she slid onto him, pressing her body against him, keeping his head up. It felt like a snake slithering up his body, and he moaned as her hands pressed against his chest, up to his shoulders. He felt her breath on his chin as she straddled him, her hands on his shoulders. She pressed against him, and he felt his cock twitch under her. He so wanted to see her pussy, but she was too tight to him for him to look down and see. Using his shoulders, she pulled herself up, then placed her right nipple on his nose. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent, as she swayed bringing her left nipple across. Her index finger suddenly appeared, gently rubbing her nipple. He was almost cross eyed, watching her nipple stiffen further and point out like a bullet. Lauren lowered her head to be level with his, and with her eyes now sultry, she opened her mouth and placed her middle finger between her lips. She closed her mouth over her finger, her cheeks indenting as she sucked on her digit. Because of her height, she wasn't now resting on his twitching erection, for which he was thankful as his mind replaced her finger with his cock. She pulled her finger out and rubbed it across her nipple, making it glisten in the dim light. To David's surprise, she pressed the same finger between his lips, waiting until his mouth opened before gently slipping it in. He flicked his tongue against it, imagining it was her nipple. He felt his cock twitch again. He felt her raise herself up, then her right boob was in front of his face, her little finger brushing it as he gently sucked on her index finger. She slowly pulled her finger free, keeping the knuckle against his lips as she rubbed her nipple against her wet fingertip. David groaned again; she was a natural at this. Lauren giggled, pulling her finger away and pressing forward. As her nipple pressed against his lips, he opened his mouth in surprise, hearing her moan "mmmmmmmmm" as she pushed her boob into his mouth. It took him a second to respond, and he closed his mouth over her boob, only for her to slowly pull back, leaving him wide mouthed. For just the merest second, he'd tasted her. "Oh fuck Lauren," he exclaimed. "You are...fucking amazing." She brushed her index finger across his lips, as if to silence him, then she lowered herself back down, sitting on his crotch. He gulped as she rocked her hips back and forth, gently grinding him. He felt his cock twitch again and exhaled deeply as she again started to slide herself up his body. Her face brushed against his as she slid upwards, her breath hot on his lips. For a second, he thought she was going to kiss him but instead she kept sliding up, her body pressed tight to his. He inhaled again as her boobs filled his vision. She pressed the top of her cleavage against his chin, her skin pressed tightly to his face as she continued upwards, her boobs rubbing against his cheekbones. He groaned again as her boobs slipped from view, to be replaced by her tummy. She pressed her belly button against his mouth, and he couldn't stop himself from flicking out his tongue to her belly button ring. He felt her hand come down between his tongue and her belly, and he realised she was reminding him of the rules. He nodded; it was just like the lap dancing club. He found himself strangely pleased she was so in control. That momentary distraction meant he genuinely gasped as he refocussed. As her belly slipped past his face, her legs now fully stretched. She placed her feet either side of his hips and extended herself. Right in front of his face, barely 4 inches away, was her bare pussy. David couldn't stop himself from moaning "mmmmmmm" as his eyes took in the view of her vulva. Fully shaven, her outer lips seemed almost puffy. She looked so small and tight. Despite having had four lap dances already that night, and therefore seen and been up close to four different naked girls, this situation was totally different. Whether it was the fact he was in his own house, the fact it wasn't a girl being paid to strip or that Lauren was his sitter, somehow the atmosphere felt electric for David. In the club, he had seen tits and pussies, but not really paid a lot of attention. Now though, it was visceral. Every small detail seemed to be amplified in his mind. Lauren's hand suddenly appeared before his face, cupping her crotch and hiding his view. He almost felt disappointed. But then she started to gently move her hand back and forth, doing so for several seconds before straightening out her fingers and rubbing herself. For what seemed like an age to David, but in reality was only a few seconds, she rubbed, her hips rocking in unison. David's eyes were wide open. She splayed open her fingers, giving him a glimpse of her bare pussy, then again, she extended her middle finger and placed it between his lips. He gratefully opened his mouth and she gently slipped her finger into his mouth. He inhaled deeply as he sucked on her finger, wondering if he could smell her pussy. She let him suck her finger for a few moments, then slowly she pulled it free, leaving it lingering on his lips for the briefest second. He watched intently as she pulled it away, returning it to her pussy, softly rubbing it at her opening. David couldn't stop himself from groaning in pleasure as he watched her finger easily slip between her pussy lips, one slow but smooth movement until her knuckle disappeared from view. He felt his cock twitching again, and gulped as she slowly pulled her finger almost out of her pussy, before sliding it back inside again. He barely blinked as she slowly repeated slipping her finger in and out of her pussy a further three times, then to his utter disbelief she pulled her finger free and slid it straight back in between his lips. It took him a second to react but as he closed his mouth over her finger he could taste her. He felt like his cock was going to burst through his trousers. He sucked her finger, swallowing his saliva tinged with her sweet aroma, but no sooner had he done that once, she pulled her finger free from his mouth. He took a deep breath, and refocussed on her as she pushed her hips towards him. He inhaled deeply, moaning softly as he did so, as she pushed her pussy against his face. She gently rocked her hips, and for a split second he considered sticking out his tongue in the hope she would let it in between her lips, but she quickly started to slide down, her body pressed tightly to his face; the smooth skin of her flat belly against him, then again her firm little boobs before she came to rest, straddling him, a beaming smile on her face. David shook his head. "Fuck. Really...wow." He couldn't think of anything else to say. Lauren grinned, and started to rock her hips, grinding her pussy on his tented crotch. "Mmmmm, somebody's all hard," she giggled. David felt himself blush, though he didn't know why. He'd been hard for all the lap dances he'd experienced that evening and none of the girls seemed bothered. He wondered if Lauren was surprised that he was fully erect. She smiled at him, then placed her hands on his chest and started to slide her bum back down his thighs, pushing herself back until her feet were on the floor and her head was down on his lap. She looked up at him and grinned, then he felt her hands on the buckle of his belt. As she undid it, he felt himself smile. Michelle had clearly taught her her signature end of dance move, and he actually felt himself sigh and relax as she pulled his shirt tails free and undid the clasp of his suit trousers. What she would do next was place a gently kiss on his member, still covered by his briefs of course, then sit back and smile, ending the routine. "Michelle has taught you well," he chuckled. She looked up and grinned, unzipping his fly as she did so. With his trousers splayed, he closed his eyes. He felt his cock twitch and he took a deep breath, waiting for the cheeky kiss. In truth, he was happy it was ending; his cock was twitching way too much now. Lauren placed her hand on his bulge, surprising him. He opened his eyes and looked down to see her head lowering over his torso, her head turning so her left ear pressed against his stomach. He let out an involuntary moan as she pressed her hand firmly on his briefs, pushing against his cock. He felt his cock twitch again, and he tensed as she slowly slid her hand down, pressing the material against his shaft. He felt his briefs peel back under her firm hand, then realised that the pressure was also peeling back his foreskin. She kept the pressure on his shaft as she slid the briefs further down. As his foreskin pulled back he felt his cock tighten, then groaned as his cock head was exposed. He tried to move but her head was pressed against him and as he felt the band of his briefs rub over the head of his cock as it popped free he gasped. "Oh shit...Lauren..." He felt his whole body tense, and as his cock twitched he realised he couldn't hold back. "Oh no...Lauren...I...I'm sorry..." he groaned loudly as he ejaculated. His body jerked twice as he felt his cum spurt from his cock. He looked down in horror as Lauren squealed and quickly lifted her head and hand off him, and he jerked again, feeling a squirt of cum landing on his lower belly. He groaned as he tensed and released again, feeling the last of his ejaculation on his own skin. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," he groaned, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He looked at Lauren as she turned to face him and he saw that she had a stream of cum on her nose and across her lips. He realised that his first two spurts had caught her straight in the face before she could pull free. "Oh Lauren, I'm so, so sorry, I didn't...I mean...I really couldn't help...I...you...fuck...you were just so amazing." He ran his hand through his hair, horrified at what had just happened. She suddenly started giggling. "Oh my god, I really didn't expect that! Did...did i really just make you cum like that?" She was obviously as surprised as he was. David nodded. "Yeh. Wow, you were...well, amazing. I mean...fuck." He let his head fall back and he closed his eyes. His head was spinning. He could scarcely believe all that had just happened. "So, I was good then?" she asked. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She hadn't bothered to wipe the cum from her face, and it glistened alongside her metal braces as she smiled. He nodded. "That was incredible. Really, incredible. Better than any of the lap dances I had earlier." She smiled, looking genuinely pleased with herself. "Better than Michelle?" "God yes. I must admit, I didn't expect the way you...ummm...ended...that..well, as you saw, caught me by surprise." She giggled again. "Yeh, might leave out that last bit in future. Not sure getting a face full of cum is a good idea several times a night." She stood up. "Better go and clean this off." Sitter Lapdance David watched as she walked, still naked, out of the room. He closed his eyes and shook his head. 'What a fucking idiot' he muttered to himself. How could he have let himself cum like that? Oh god the embarrassment. He pulled his foreskin back over his cock head, using his briefs to dry it as he covered himself up. He took a paper handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the cum from his stomach, then fastened up his trousers. At least Lauren didn't seem angry; he was thankful for that. She quickly appeared back in the room but to his surprise, she didn't immediately go to pick up her clothes. Instead, she sat on the couch next to him, curling her legs under her like she'd done on the opposite sofa earlier, only this time, she was naked. "So, you think that routine is ok then. Anything any of the other girls did that I should add in?" David sat back, turning his body slightly towards her. He tried to clear his head; clearly she wanted some actual feedback, as if him cumming wasn't proof enough she was excellent at lap dancing. "Well, to be honest...no, I don't there is anything you could do to improve that," he replied. "Everything...everything was amazing. The...ummm...finger stuff...wow." She grinned, then bit her lip and looked at him. "Uhm...you know...when I put my finger in your mouth after..." she paused for a second, " you know...I'd put it inside me...was that ok?" David nodded. "It was incredible." She nodded slowly. "Cool...it...well, did it...ummmm..." suddenly she seemed slightly nervous. "Did it...taste ok?" David frowned, surprised by her question. "Well, yes, it...err...tasted great. Why?" She shrugged. "Dunno...it's just...well, I've never actually been..." she paused again, like she was thinking of a specific word. Her voice became a whisper as she added "licked before." He could see her cheeks flush a little. "Really?" he asked, a note of surprise in his voice. "You...you're not a v...virgin are you?" Lauren giggled. "No, I'm not a virgin! Just, well, I dunno how but I've never actually had a guy, you know, go down on me." David smiled. "Well trust me, you tasted just perfect. No worries there Lauren." She smiled back at him. "Cool." She swept her hair back over her shoulders, and he found himself staring at her tits. "Do you...ummm...go down on Lucinda?" David laughed. "Well, being totally honest, not really. Used to I guess, but well..." his voice trailed off. "Well what?" she asked, a quizzical expression on her face. David felt his cheeks flush a little. It seemed strange having this conversation with her, despite all that had just happened. "Well, it's just..." he sighed. "Our sex life isn't really that great since George came along. Probably part of the reason I...you know...so quickly," he added, using the opportunity to further explain his embarrassment at cumming the way he did. She nodded, seemingly understanding what he was saying. "When I was dancing for you, and when my pussy was at your face, did you want to...you know...lick me?" "Well, I can't really lie, of course I did. I know I shouldn't, but hey, being a bit drunk and, well as hard as I was," he chuckled. Lauren slowly nodded. "Do you want to lick me now?" David felt this mouth fall open. "W...what?" he stammered. She stared at him intently. "Do you want to lick me now?" she repeated. He ran his hand through his hair, again surprised at this young girl. Was she really asking him that; was she offering, inviting him to go down on her? "Well, I...jesus Lauren...you really shouldn't ask me that!" She frowned. "Why not? If I'd let you when I was dancing for me you'd have done it wouldn't you?" He felt flustered. "Well, yes but..." "And I'd really like it, before I start lap dancing," she interrupted. "I'd feel kinda stupid dancing like that and not having had somebody actually lick me out." David blinked. She was speaking so matter-of-factly it made it him feel uncomfortable, but in a way he understood what she was saying. "God Lauren," he sighed. He knew he had to be careful here. "I...I would love to...of course...but, well, I'm married," he said. She snorted a sharp laugh. "Didn't stop you going to a lap dancing bar, or letting me strip for you, or you blowing your load on my face." He grimaced, knowing she was right. A wave of shame and guilt engulfed him and he regretted being so weak earlier. If he hadn't been so drunk, he thought. He tried to think of the right thing to say, and as he opened his mouth she suddenly leaned back against the arm of the couch and uncurled her legs, straightening her left one while raising her right leg, bending it at the knee, stretching her toes down. He stared at her pussy with his mouth open, his eyes focussed on her smooth, puffy mound. His cock was soft again, but his stomach churned nervously. "Oh fuck" he muttered. Lauren's frown was instantly replaced with a smile, her metal braces shimmering in the light. "Please," she said softly. David wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. How could he say no? He felt like he at least owed her something, especially given he had ejaculated on her face. He stared at her pussy. One of the reasons he didn't go down on Lucinda was that she rarely shaved, and he didn't really like pubic hair. It had been a long time since his tongue had explored a smooth pussy. And she looked so tight. He closed his eyes. He knew he should resist, do the mature and sensible thing. If he could just think of the kindest way to say it. He opened his eyes, looked at her, but before he could speak she quietly but firmly said "Please come and lick my pussy." The words shot through him like a bolt. Here was an incredibly sexy, naked 18 year old begging him to go down on her. He looked at her small, tight frame. Her nipples were rock hard. His drunken brain told him firmly he owed her, it wasn't anything worse than he'd done that night already. Unable to resist, he leaned towards her, letting his body fall flat on the sofa as he lowered himself between her legs. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, feeling a nervous tingle in his stomach as he extended his tongue and placed it against her pussy. Lauren let out a little moan as his tongue ran up between her lips. He raised his eyes, as if to check she was definitely OK with this and was met with a focussed and intense expression. She was biting her lip, and she closed her eyes as he pushed his tongue between her pussy lips. He inhaled, the familiar smell of pussy in his nostrils as he started to flick his tongue inside her. He felt her body tense and he pushed his tongue deeper inside her, flicking it from side to side. His hands gripped the top of her thighs, her tight, soft smooth flesh under his fingertips. He started to quickly flick his tongue, hearing her moan again before alternating between flicking and sucking. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, and he raised his eyes to see her lean her head back. She started to gently buck her hips as he pushed his tongue even deeper inside. She tasted sweet, and his dry mouth was now lubricated with her wetness. He slid his hands forward, using his thumbs to gently prise her pussy lips apart, his chin coming to rest on her opening as his tongue extended as far inside her as he could push. "Oh fuck that's good," he heard her gasp, and he felt a sense of satisfaction that he was pleasuring her. He rubbed his thumbs on her pussy lips, her hips starting to buck more rapidly as she met his tongue strokes, her breathing intensifying. He pulled his tongue out of her, then started to nibble on her clitoris, looking up to see her mouth and eyes open widely as she sharply looked down at him. "Ohhhhhh god," she murmured. He smiled as he pressed his tongue more firmly on her clit, then pushed two of fingers into her tight hole. She gasped loudly, and he quickly started to finger-fuck her, deep inside her, before retracting and plunging back in again. Over and over he fingered her, flicking his tongue, nibbling and licking her clit in time. Her reaction was instant. She started to moan constantly and he felt her getting even wetter. He was now rapidly finger fucking her, her pussy contracting tightly on his digits, her hips bucking under him. He let his right leg slide off the couch, planting his foot firmly on the floor so he could push down harder on her. He roughly flicked his tongue over and over on her clit, then curled his fingers inside her, using a come-here motion. She let out a loud gasp. "Ohhhh fuck! Ohhh yesssss," she squealed, making him suddenly concerned she would wake George. But he kept going, increasing the pace with his fingers and the pressure of his tongue on her clit, a full two minutes passing as she squealed, gasped and bucked under him. She'd straightened her right leg now, wide open for him. He sensed she was close to an orgasm, and it spurned him on. The thought of him making her cum filled him with satisfaction, payment certainly for his earlier accident and the prize of being the first man to make her orgasm from oral sex. His mind wandered to whether she'd even orgasmed before at all. She suddenly yelled "Fuck...fuck fuck fuck..." and her hips started to buck furiously. He kept his fingers curled and pressed firmly inside her in that come-here motion, his tongue now rapidly flicking her clit. "Ohhhh god...oh goooooooood," she squealed, pushing herself into him. "Ohhhhh fuck...oh yesssss...fuck...fuck...fuck..." she cried. He could feel her body start to tense. "Yes...oh yes...oh fuck yes," she screamed and he knew she was about to orgasm. He used his tongue and his fingers as fast as he possibly could, raising his eyes to watch her. She had a shocked expression on her face, her mouth and eyes wide open as she looked down at him. "Oh god...oh god..." she panted. "Fuck...y...y..." He felt her body fully tense, she arched her back and then screamed "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh FUUUUUUCKKKK" as she started to shudder. He pushed himself firmly against her, holding on as her body spasmed, feeling her pussy contract tightly on his fingers. She screamed again and he pulled his head back, her hand suddenly pushing his fingers out of her. His buried his face into her pussy, extending his tongue back inside her. She jerked violently and his mouth filled with her juices as she orgasmed. "Fuuuuuckkkkkk," she screamed again, her body jerking. He kept his tongue inside her, swallowing her juices as she continued to spasm. He couldn't believe how much she was cumming, swallowing again to stop himself from choking. He felt her hands on his head, pushing him away and he relaxed, pulling back and looking up at her. She looked shocked. Her breathing was rapid, her eyes wide open. He wiped his mouth, swallowing again as he sat up. He couldn't help but smile. "Are you OK?" he asked. She nodded, slowly catching her breath. "Fuck..." She ran her hand through her hair. "Fuck that was awesome." David grinned. "That was...ummm...some orgasm." She nodded. He was inquisitive now. "You've...ummm...orgasmed like that before?" She took another moment, capturing her breath, before slowly shaking her head. "I...I've never cum before with...you know, a guy. Just..." she shrugged, "with my fingers." David exhaled, puffing out his cheeks. "Wow. I'm honoured then," he smiled. She returned a meek smile. He looked down at her pussy, then found himself checking to see if the sofa cushion was wet, but he'd obviously taken it all in his mouth. Fair enough, he'd cum on her face, so they were at least even. He realised he felt good. He'd made her orgasm, her first as it happened, and his embarrassment from earlier diminished. "You're incredible, you know that?" Lauren giggled. "Thank you for doing that." He smiled. "My pleasure." He let his head fall back. He suddenly felt tired, and in need of a cigarette. He slowly stood up. "I really need a cigarette," he grinned. Lauren looked up at him. "I didn't realise you smoked." He chuckled. "I don't usually, and Lucinda would kill me if she knew I'd been smoking so best keep that a secret too!" She laughed. "I'll need to go outside, so I'll be back in a minute," he added. He walked out in the hallway, then realised he needed to pee. He went into the little toilet and looked at himself in the mirror as he relieved himself. He still couldn't quite believe what he'd just experienced, and he couldn't help but smile. Sure, he'd be hungover and guilty as sin in the morning, but it was worth it. At least, he hoped it had been worth it. He took the packet of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and walked through the kitchen, opened the back door and stepped outside, pulling the door behind him but not closing it; enough to stop the smell of smoke going back into the kitchen. It was 1AM, and pitch dark, but it was the middle of summer and still warm. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, savouring the taste. The events replayed in his mind. Had that all really just happened? He was disturbed from his thoughts as the door opened behind him, and he turned to see Lauren step out towards him. To his surprise, she was still fully naked. "Are you OK?" he asked, taking another drag of the cigarette. She nodded, and he turned his head to blow the smoke away. He looked back towards her and was startled that she was right next to him. Before he could say anything, her hands were on his belt. "W..what are you doing?" he whispered. She didn't respond, her hands quickly unbuckling his belt. "Lauren! What..." his voice trailed off as she quickly unclipped his trousers. He heard his zipper as she pulled it down. He tried to move back, but he was unsteady on his feet and he gasped as she roughly pulled his trousers and briefs down. "Lauren!" he hissed, knowing he had to keep his voice down as he was outside. She ignored him and he groaned as she squatted down and took hold of his cock. His cock was flaccid; having already cum and being drunk he hadn't hardened again when he'd gone down on her. He gasped as he felt her lips on his member, tightening around it. "Jesus Lauren," he muttered. Her hand gripped the base of his cock and she started to gently masturbate him as she sucked. He let out a moan, feeling his cock stiffen in her mouth. "Lauren...y...you don't have too..." he protested, albeit meekly. He took another drag of his cigarette, instantly scanning the garden. His house wasn't overlooked, so it was private, but still felt strange. She bobbed her head, her mouth running the full length of his shaft as it hardened. He wasn't particularly big, just over five inches fully erect, and his cock was quite thin, so despite having such a small mouth she easily devoured it. Her fingers tightly gripped his base, tugging him in her mouth. He took a final drag of his cigarette and flicked the butt away, making a note to make sure he got rid of it later, then tried to relax. He was surprised, but the way things had gone, why not? If she wanted to give him a blowjob, he couldn't resist. She ran her tongue along the base of his shaft, bobbing her head back and forth. He could feel the metal braces against him, and he let out a low groan of pleasure. He looked down at her, used her hands to push her hair back and started to gently buck his hips. The sensitivity had gone from his cock; that always happened after he had cum, and he let himself enjoy the feeling of fucking her mouth. The fact he was in his back garden heightened the feeling; it was naughty on so many levels. He heard and felt her gag as she pushed her head fully forward. He held the back of her head, holding her on him. She gagged again and he took his hand away, his cock popping out of her mouth as she gasped for air. She looked up at him and grinned, then plunged her mouth back over him, sucking harder. "Oh Lauren that's good," he murmured. She smoothly dragged her mouth back up his shaft, letting his cock spring out of her mouth, before repeating it several times over. She gripped him tightly, and he winced as she pulled his foreskin back, her tongue pressing firmly against his exposed cock head. She flicked her tongue against him, her hand rapidly waking him. He closed his eyes, savouring the sensation, despite feeling a little pain from his peeled back foreskin. She took him back in her mouth and he groaned "ohhh fuck," as he pushed his hips forward. Again, she sucked, harder this time and he kept bucking her hips. Her mouth was so small, so tight. She took him deeply, gagging again before pulling her head back, her tongue flicking against his cock head as she came off him. He opened his eyes to see her stand up, his cock still in her right hand. She pulled him with her as she took the single stride to stand on the doorstep, her back facing him. She stretched out her left hand, pulling the door shut and pressing her hand against. He stumbled as she pulled his cock towards her, spreading her legs on the step. Looking back at him, she yanked his cock and he felt it press against her bum cheek. "Put it in me," she hissed. David gasped. He hadn't expected that. "Lauren...are...are you sure?" She nodded. "I want you to fuck me." He gulped, and his mind raced again. A lap dance, oral. He could deal with that. But to actually fuck her? He was married for christ-sake. That would be the ultimate sin. She rubbed his cock against her firm bum cheek, then bent over, manoeuvring his cock until he felt it against her pussy. "W...what about...you know...protection?" he gasped. "It's fine," she replied sharply. "I've aways used condoms before." She was squeezing him tightly, pushing back against him. His mind reeled. She'd never had unprotected sex before. He couldn't stop himself from pushing forward. Even with her on the step he had to bend his knees for the correct angle and he groaned as he felt his cock entering her tight pussy. "Ohhhh fuccckkk," she gasped, letting go of his cock and pressing her hand against the door. She pushed back against him and with no resistance, David was suddenly fully inside her. He knew he should stop, but instead, he placed his hands on her hips and started to fuck her. He closed his eyes and held her firmly. Within a few strokes, he felt himself against her bum cheeks, his cock deep inside her. He started to thrust into her, his cock gripped by her tight pussy. He let his hands slide down to her bum, checking himself from moaning loudly. God she was tight! Lauren was panting, but quietly. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her back against him, prodding his cock forcefully into her. She started to moan. "Ohhhhhh yes...fuck...oh yes...mmmmm...fuck me..." and he responded by increasing his pace and forcefulness. He could hear the slap of skin as he pumped her and he stopped caring about being in the open air of his garden. His thighs started to burn from being bent, so he pulled his cock out of her, hearing her gasp as he did so. He turned her around to face him, stooped again and pulled her forward, taking hold of his cock and positioning it against her pussy. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down off the step and onto his cock. She closed her eyes and groaned as he entered her again. He pushed up, lifting her at the same time and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. She clung on around his neck and started to bounce herself on his cock. "Oh god," he gasped. She was so small and light he held her off the ground easily. His head was still above hers, and she leaned against his shoulder. It was incredible. He was so deep inside her, bucking his hips as she bounced. He grasped her bum cheeks, grunting as he impaled her. He moved forward, up the two steps until he could push her against the closed door. They were locked together, his cock buried inside her. Sitter Lapdance He leaned back a little, moving his shoulders to encourage her to lean back also. She understood, and he was then able to bow his head and take her left boob fully in his mouth. He sucked, flicked his tongue against her nipple, then moved to her right boob. Her tits were so small, but her nipples were fully erect. She let out a gasp as he sucked each nipple. She pulled hard on his neck, raising herself so she was tight against him again, head on his shoulder. She was bouncing faster, and she suddenly moaned "oh fuck...make me cum again." He gripped her even tighter and start to buck his hips sharply. He was barely moving inside her now. He felt like he was pushing against her cervix. She was breathing sharply. "Oh yes," she gasped. "Oh yes, that's it...oh fuck...oh god...oh fuck." His neck hurt from the pressure of her weight around it as she bounced to meet his short stabs. "I'm cumming," she squealed. "Fuck I'm cumming," He grunted, summoning all his strength to push into her while pulling her down firmly on his cock. He couldn't believe it. He was about to make her cum. Her first orgasm on a cock. He'd have made her cum twice. This sexy, tiny little teen getting her first orgasms, and from him. He felt a surge of satisfaction. Oh yes, she was going to cum. "Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk," she hissed loudly in his ear. As he pushed up again, he felt her tense around him and again, her body started to jerk. Her pussy contracted tightly on him and he grunted. "Fuck yessss...let me feel you cum." She started to spasm, her body shuddering in his grasp. "I'm cummmmmmminnnnnggg" she cried. David grunted again, the sensation was incredible as she orgasmed on his cock. He suddenly felt his cock twitch, and before he realised it, his own orgasm rushed through him. "Oh fuck," he grunted, his own body tensing as she continued to shudder. He juddered, clenching his bum cheeks as he ejaculated, releasing his cum deep inside Lauren's pussy. He stopped moving, and pushed her against the door. His legs were shaking. She was panting heavily on his shoulder. They stood like that for several moments, before he carefully lifted her up off his cock and let her down to stand on her own two feet. He was out breath. Lauren looked up at him, that shocked expression on her face again. "I can't believe I just came again," she panted. David took a deep breath. "Me neither. Are you ok I came inside you?" Lauren suddenly gasped. "Y..you came? Inside me?" David took a step backwards. "Well...yes...I...I couldn't help it...is...is that ok?" Lauren groaned, closing her eyes. "I'm not in the pill," she muttered. "Oh fuck," he replied, that sense of regret flooding through him again. "I'm so sorry...it's just, when you said...it was OK without a condom, I thought..." his voice trailed off. "I just meant I was...you know...clean." She ran her hand between her legs. "I didn't think you'd cum inside me." David cupped his hands on his face. "Shit...I'm really sorry. I...I couldn't hold back." She slowly nodded, then shrugged. "It's cool, I'll get a morning after pill tomorrow." He felt terrible. He pulled his briefs and trousers back up, quickly pulling his foreskin back into place. He instantly felt her wetness in his briefs. "Truly, I'm sorry. I...I'd really appreciate it if you did...you know, get the pill." She flashed him a smile. "I will, don't worry." She turned and opened the door and he followed her into the kitchen and back through to the lounge. He was at a loss for words and an awkward silence followed as she quickly dressed. Fully clothed, she turned to him and smiled. "That was...awesome." David nodded, and smiled. "Seriously Lauren, you are...well, fucking incredible. I don't need to wish you luck for your interview, but do be careful yeh?" She grinned at him. "Of course, I'll let you know if I get the job. And you can maybe come and see me at work." She blew him a kiss. "I'll see myself out." And with that, she was gone. David flopped onto the sofa. His mind was swimming with confused emotions of guilt and satisfaction. He closed his eyes, and within minutes, he was fast asleep. END.