0 comments/ 76887 views/ 4 favorites A Trick Is Her Treat By: Release Alyssa couldn't have been a day over consent as I stared into her liquid, unblemished eyes. She was a vision of sex. Wait. Scratch that. She was a vision of fucking. Alyssa was built for one thing: a petite, brunette beauty blessed with that innocent, little girl face. The most haunting feature she possessed were her eyes. Some women don't understand the power of their eyes. They think that if they have a great ass or a bounteous pair of tits then their job of seduction is done. But a woman that knows how to make eye contact can stir a hard-on from a guy in a matter of seconds, even if her body is less than fabulous. But it's not any look that works. It's only those hungry eyes that really do it. Those wide-open eyes that stare you down like you're the first appetizing meal that's come across her path after a long famine. The raised eyebrows, those extra unnecessary moments of eye contact, and the subtle sense of knowing and interest on the side profile of her face as she passes. That's the look that drives me wild. And that's the look that Alyssa was flashing at me this very moment as we sat naked in the back seat of my car under the starlight. "Again?" she asked. I looked down at my cock which was still semi-erect and semi-flaccid from my recent orgasm. I figured with a bit of coaxing I could be ready to go at it again very shortly. I looked back at her face. Alyssa was licking her lips and trying to clean off the last traces of my cum which had dribbled from a corner of her tiny mouth. I reached out my hand and wiped off the last trace of my seed still dangling on her chin. Rubbing the slick cream through my fingers and thumb, I proceeded to insert my index and middle fingers into her gaping vagina and smear my residue along her inner walls like a lubricant. "Oh, that's different." I got up on my knees and hunched down on the roof of my car. I pulled her legs up to my shoulders by her feet and grappled her knees in my arms. Then, I pushed the head of my inflamed penis into her pouting labia and thrust slowly and to the hilt, my balls curling around her comely butt. "Oh, you fit nice." Every guy, and I mean every guy, gets hard at the idea of fucking someone as petite as Alyssa. At just over 5' 4'', she came up to my chest and not an inch higher. I wasn't the most well-endowed guy in the world (5 inches, sometimes with an extra half when I'm really worked up like now) but in terms of ratios, my cock must have been a monster to her. There was nothing slow or sensual about my fucking. I thrust into that little sex-kitten for all my burning tool was worth. I knew I had spent the reserves in my sack and that when I came in the next couple of minutes I would probably be firing blanks. "Unnnh, harder. Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck that pussy with your cock." Alyssa's eyes were closed and she thrashed her head violently from side to side. My legs were starting to cramp up and fall asleep on me. I had to shoot a load soon. The heat in the car was intense and our erotic coupling had not only fogged up the windows, but turned the interior of the vehicle into a makeshift sauna. I knew I'd either pass out or bust a nut any second. "Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Oh fuck me you stud! Fuck my little cunny. Fuck that juicy twat!" I rammed her for all I was worth. I was fortunate that I was so deadened in my genitals from my 3 prior orgasms or else I wouldn't have been able to withstand this vice wrenching around my rod like a wet towel being twisted dry. "I'm coming! Oh God. Oh God." The silence of the surrounding lake was shattered by the shrill and intense squeal of a young teenager getting the cruelest impaling of her pubescent life. Like a whale blasting out sea water, I felt the pang of relief as my cum came forth, first in small droplets and then into tiny little streams. "Oh, it's so hot! Make me a baby!" That made me bust a nut. Alyssa pulled her legs free from my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist, digging her heels into my ass cheeks. We were glued together like that for several moments. Her muscular legs holding me tight and filling her up with my entire length. When my penis finally started withdrawing out of its own accord, she relinquished her grasp and let her limbs collapse beside her. Exhausted, I fell on top of her and slipped my tongue into her hungry mouth and French-kissed her for all I was worth, relishing in the taste of my jizz mixed with her saliva as she no doubt relished the taste of her pussy on my lips. After several minutes of hot kissing and post-coital petting, I pulled away from her mouth to gaze down at the conquered and violated little girl stretched out before me. "Oh shit. That was the best sex I've ever had. Can all the Asian guys at your college fuck like you?" * * * * * I wake up. Another dream. They keep getting filthier and raunchier. Pretty soon I'll be coming in my sleep. I feel the crotch of my boxers. Just a little bit of pre-cum this time, maybe tomorrow I won't be so lucky. I come to work every day and there you are sitting across from me at your cubicle, headset covering your ears like dainty winter ear muffs. I devour the curves and angles of your silhouette as I approach my desk for another dreary day of answering customer service calls. It's been a couple of months now since my first day at work and you are by far the only reason why I haven't quit. Your outfit today makes me want to slink off to the bathroom and jerk off. There's nothing outrageously sexy about it except for the fact that you're in it. You're a little one. In a pair of tight jeans and a lavender tank top you look like the quintessential girl next door. I imagine how hard it must be for you to remain comfortable at your job as every guy around you is clearly thinking out strategies and pick-up lines to get you into bed. But then I see you talk to these same creeps with a genuine candor so well-contrived that I know it's fake. It's a sign that assures me of one thing: you're a natural born cock-tease. I smile inside. I watch as you play your game and note the stupid grin on guy after guy every time they get a good 3 line conversation going with you. For them it's a sign of progress. They're thinking, "that's a good line. She's smiling. I'll get in good now and maybe in a few weeks at that office social I'll mack it hardcore and maybe get to fuck her brains out." And I know just what you're thinking: "God, these tools are so fucking boring. I just wish some nit-wit could see what I'm all about. Look past my good girl genetics and see the deeper truth: I want a man who will fuck me, violate me...take me from behind and ram me with vigor. And stop your stupid fucking grinning. It makes me sick!" And then you turn and look at me. I'm caught red-handed checking you out, devouring your fiendishly small frame and thinking how easy it would be to pin you down outside in an unlit portion of the parking lot and plow through your cunt like a bulldozer through snow. And you know what I'm thinking because I was staring directly at your hips. I look up. But I don't turn away. You look at me rather distantly, make eye contact for just a second, then focus at the clock above me. You hesitate, drinking in the fact that you have an unexpected watcher admiring your womanly graces. You smile inside as you take too long to read the time on a digital clock. "God, I must be fucking hot!" you say to yourself. "This guy just started last month and he's already at it like the rest of them... Except, why doesn't he look away like the rest of these scared little boys? That's curious." I withdraw my gaze as I take a telephone call by some irate fucker who can't log onto the web and browse porn. And you look back at your desk, a little confused and insecure about the new male in the potential breeding pack. Our connection is short and primal. No words are spoken but a deeper understanding is reached which transcends any language. I am a new prowler lurking outside your garden. Your fruit was tempting bait and I stared it down with confidence, unafraid of the barbed wire fences you had placed around it to block me and my ilk out. It was enough of a compliment to your vanity that put my name into your mental list of hopefuls. And so we begin playing our silent little game over the course of the next couple of months. We talk infrequently and you never give me any hints. You make it clear that in this dance, I will have to lead. I am up to the task. Most of our work revolves around the phones so we only get a few moments of time to actually speak. You ask me one day about my age and where I'm from. I reply, I'm from just out of town and that I'm 23 and going to college. You are taken a little off guard by my age but attempt to downplay your youth. You tell me how you're from nearby and only 18. You add, "I'll be celebrating my birthday next week." We continue like this and our romance feels more like an affair than a real courtship. "What kind of clothes do you wear when you're not at work?" Company policy dictates that we dress business casual so the question is not entirely unfounded as you are still of the age when what you wear is more important than what you are. I understand the question almost immediately having experienced the nature of college cliquey-ness just recently. "I wear what most of the college kids wear. Preppy stuff. Mall outfits." This satisfies you some, but I still remain your first ever enigma. For the first time in your life, you have met a man who is not intimidated by your looks. My confidence and patience as well as my attention to every one of your feminine details—hair, nails, shoes, perfume, cheekbones, eyelashes, purse, earrings, bracelets—all those things that get lost in most men's field of vision because they're staring too hard at your butt or tits, appear in widescreen before me. And it's this simple fact that makes you wet at night when you take your evening shower. Tongue-in-cheek conversations are the order of the week when we both know where we'd rather like our tongues to be. This week we have to attend a special evening training class. Our instructor looks bored, bored, bored. We sit by each other at the same computer feigning interest in what's going on around us. You brush up your bare legs nonchalantly against my cargo pants. I am aware of your intentional playfulness. As you turn to pass me the attendance roster, you make deliberate eye-contact. I return the look obligingly and gently touch your warm, small hand. You smile innocently. After class, I corner you in the lunch room and flirt. You act like nothing happened between us. I accept that you still want to fuck with my head a little while longer but I no longer play it cool when I'm around you. I know you're no prude and over the next few days I'm much more touchy-feely with you. It's a change that you clearly notice, but you make no attempts to distance yourself from me physically. When I arrived to work the other Sunday, you stood right in front of me and deliberately bent over on the ground to pick up a sheet of paper. The way your ass looked in those tight business slacks made my cock twitch in anticipation. You definitely know how to hold a man's attention. As we wind down the end of the year, it becomes more and more apparent to our co-workers that we are always "going at each other" while on the job. It doesn't take much intelligence to detect the physical attraction between us as we play-wrestle each other for headset muffies, pens, and other precious office commodities. But by the end of the 3rd Quarter, we are stuck at a mutual impasse. I know that you can't ask me out because it's not your style. You know that I can't risk asking you out based solely on causal innuendos—being that you look like total jailbait. You must make an unambiguous pass very soon while I'm still open for it. I'm the wide end and you're the tight receiver. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. We both look at our calendars, anxiously awaiting the end of October. It's the company's annual social and nearly everyone will be there. There will be drinks (both alcoholic and non) for the guests as we all mix in the back lawn of the boss's small estate to celebrate a year well-done and another Halloween. It will also be the first real opportunity for us to have some time alone together beyond the prying eyes and ears at the office. I know that I'll be vying for your attention as about 40 drunken fools will attempt to get between your legs. But I know that I've already secured the first spot in line and as I pull up to the already happening dance party, I am relaxed. There is a DJ, a wooden dance platform already laid out underneath a tall pavilion with plenty of small tables covered in hors-de-oeuvres and alcohol around it. You tell me the other day that we should hang out at the party. Your friends are there so you don't make it sound like a big deal but I know better. You do too. You inform me that you'll be dressed up as cop and you add, rather jokingly, that "hopefully it will keep all the unruly boys in line." As I approach the dance floor, I wedge my way through cramped bodies, some of them inviting and others not. I grind up on a couple of the drunker girls, have a few drinks, and make polite party-talk but I have bigger ambitions for the night. I work my way closer and closer to the center, my movements imitating an Enrique Iglesias music video, until I finally catch a glimpse of your hot body in the inner ring of dancers. You sway your hips sensually in a police uniform. The catch, however, is that you've opted for a tight black miniskirt instead of the uninviting navy-blue khakis. The dark blue officer's cap is too precious and kinky to describe. "Always the cock-tease," I say to myself as I approach you from behind. Your eyes are closed as I press up behind you and wrap my hands around your waist. You jump up in a start and look behind you. All you can see is the mask of a caricature of a person's tortured face screaming. You know immediately where the costume is from (that teen-slasher cult classic Scream). "Who the fuck are you?" I've never heard you talk dirty before and I'm taken aback slightly by your brusqueness. But I continue to press up against you in my silence. "Are you going to fucking speak or just grind me from behind?" I don't reply. "Hey asshole, I'm talking to you." Your potty-mouth is turning me off. I look at the flush on your cheeks and it tells me that you are clearly under the influence. I put my hand over your mouth and whisper into your ear, "Shut up, tease. I've been playing your games for the past five months and now I'm here to claim what's mine." I pause, trying to gauge your reaction, a little worried I might have gone over the top. But the bitchy look on your face shifts to one of welcoming pleasure. "Okay...whoever you are. What do you want?" you say to my mask as you turn around and start dancing even more sexually. I press my crotch up against yours and dance with you in your circular motions. You whisper into my ear, "Oh, you little fucker! I can feel your dick on my pussy. I can feel you getting hard. Does that make you hard? Is that little cunny of mine, is that what you think belongs to you?" I don't respond. "Come here, creep! Let see what you're made of. I'm gonna make you work for it some more." You smile, very haughtily and your self-absorbed, bitchy airs bring me to full mast. I was expecting you to be a bit more timid. I didn't realize how my age advantage over you didn't mean shit to you. But I also knew that this was a part of your game. You like to egg your man on. I understand at last what kind of sex really drives you wild. You don't want to be loved. You want to be disciplined. And I was sure you were also relishing in your role as a server of justice. Twenty minutes of grinding away and showing off our moves pass by quickly. You're impressed with how I can move, despite how ridiculous I must look in this outfit. You start to smile and the person I thought I knew was coming back from her drunken stupor. "Well, well, mystery man...I think I'm ready. Just let me tell my friends that I have to go inside for a while to cool off." I watch you walk towards a crowd of young girls, all giggling and gawking at their friend's audacity and confidence. "Alyssa, you can't be for real." "Alyssa, who is that guy?" "Alyssa, no!" They protest, but you ignore them. Stupid girls you say to yourself as you walk back towards me and take my arm. I hand you another drink and guzzle down a shot of vodka for myself as we stroll up to the back patio of the boss's mansion. "I like your style. Your costume is a real piece of shit, by the way, but I like your style." "How long have talked like an obnoxious bitch, Alyssa?" You slap me. But there is no real malice in it. "I'll talk however the fuck I want to you fuck!" "Fine. Whatever love wants." You laugh rather sarcastically. "Love? I'm soooo sure that's the reason why you're taking me away from the party!" "Well, you said you were ready, didn't you?" "I'm ready to be fucked, if that's what you mean," you giggle into my ear as you lean your head on my chest. Then you add, "you creep. Is this some kind of fantasy you've been building up in your head. To fuck sweet little Alyssa on my boss's bed?" "I was thinking of the basement game room on his pool table, actually. I checked it out earlier and nobody was there." "Kinky," you coo as I squeeze your ass. You put your hand on my crotch and massage my penis. "Let's get this bad boy ready for action," you tell me as I open the door to the basement. We hang a left and go down the flight of stairs. The pool room is completely dark except for three dangling lights above the pool table. "Lock the doors," you say. "I can't. There's no lock." "Well, then. How adventurous are you feeling, stud?" "Very." You smile, a sinful curl in your lips. "Come here, asshole. I want you to take off that stupid fucking mask. You know how I'm such a sucker for those beautiful blue eyes of yours." I freeze. Blue eyes. Who did she think I was? I don't have blue eyes. "What? Did I say something wrong?" "N-no. It's nothing...it's j-just..." "What? Performance anxiety?" you tease. "It's just that I kinda wanted to fuck you with the costume on," I add quickly to cover. You flash me a really devilish grin. "Oh, you perv!" And then, "Shit that makes me hot! God, you're such a dirty piece of shit. Emmmm. A yummy, dirty piece of shit." You walk up to me and put your lips onto my mask, kissing the smallest bit of my mouth that's exposed. I slip my tongue through the little slit and you suck it into your mouth, milking it like a cock. You moan softly and coo in rapture as I start to grind my cock into you, rubbing my penis on your warm thigh. You break away. "Oh God, fuck me, Travis." Who the fuck is Travis? I grab you by your shoulders and turn you around. With one violent push I toss you onto your tits and mash them on the top of the pool table. I throw your arms behind your back and, ripping your handcuffs off your belt, I deftly make my evening's arrest. I lean over to your ear and hiss you your Miranda warning. "You have the right to scream and cry, bitch, but nobody's gonna hear you. Anything you say and do will be used against you. You have the right to struggle, but don't waste my fucking energy. You have the right to an orgasm and I expect you to act like your enjoying me fucking you. No wait, better yet. I just want you to moan and cry like the whiny little cock-tease you are." I slap you across the side of your face and you scream out. "Ouch. This isn't, this isn't sounding fun any..." I slap you again, harder. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" A Trick Is Her Treat You start to protest but shut up. I turn you around and push your back onto the pool table. I rip open your police shirt to expose your white, lacy bra. Your tits are ample and firm. Easily a good B cup. I pull down the silk lingerie to expose the firm, pert 18-year-old melons. The nipples are a fiery pink with small quarter-size aureoles. I suck one of them, heedless of the fact that my face mask chafes away at your nubile and tender flesh. With a gruff, suckling action I attack each nipple in turn. After a second I notice that your nipples have a sticky-sweet residue. It doesn't take me long to realize it's honey. The sweetness of your nipple sends a charge through my cock down to my prostate causing my asshole to twitch. Like a lab rat pumped full of endorphins, my body is raging in anticipation for some sexual release. This is getting too hot for me and I don't have the patience for nipple-loving. I lift up the hem of your dress around your hips. It's about 3 sizes too tight for a frame as sweet as yours and causes me a bit of strain in the forearms but the reward is well worth it as I expose your matching white thong. I work feverishly to expose the treasure beneath. I don't waste any time as I pull your underwear down your legs and off your feet. The sight before me is too beautiful to behold. Your womanly treasure with it's pinky-peach lips and pale white skin is as bare as a cherubs bottom. The sides of your pussy lips are packed with innocent baby fat giving your honeypot the puffed up look of bee-stinged lips. You look up at me. Your expression has changed from before. The drunken innocence has been replaced by the smoky, dreamy eyes of a woman enchanted by carnal lust. By a girl discovering her unrestrained sexual energy for the first time. You throw your head back and jiggle letting your bangs cascade to your sides framing your face in a perfect curtain of beauty. "Take me," you say. Gruffly, I spread your legs wide apart and kneel down to flick my tongue across the length of your bald snatch. I lap away like a thirsty dog as you start to moan softly, warming up to my obsessive, domineering attention to your sex organ. Using my three middle fingers to rub away at the top of your honey-dewed opening I tickle your pussy with lightning quick lashes of my tongue. With each slash you squeeze the muscles in your toned ass together. The effect is dizzying for both of us. You're starting to get really wet down their with secretions and spit. I rub the tip of my penis with my free hand and lap up a bit of pre-cum. I take the soiled fingers and insert them into your gaping mouth. You accept my musky cream into your eagerly waiting taste-buds, suckling away like a baby with her bottle. Your cooing is also infantile. In a few minutes, your labia slowly fan open, a sign of your readiness for being loved. I use my thumb now to rub the little nub of your clit, attacking it more aggressively, and heightening your pleasure. My penis is now aching for your mouth. I stand back up and pull you onto your feet and then push you onto your knees, ignorant of how cold and hard the tile floor must feel. I throw up the black cloak covering my jeans and unzip my pants, deftly whipping out my cock. I slap it across each side of your face. Left cheek, right cheek. Your jaw opens expectantly. "Suck me off." I push my cock into your moist lips. You roll your tongue around the head, tasting the film of urine and pre-cum at its tip before you explore deeper. You close your eyes and start masturbating my cock with your petite, potty-mouth. "It's not a bar of soap, but it'll have to do for now, slut." I let you control the motion, being kind enough not to ram it into your mouth and make you gag. You have a natural talent for giving good head and can easily take my entire length and berth down your throat. You slide your tongue along my swollen urethra and the sensations tingle my balls. I close my eyes and just enjoy the euphoria of having your lips around the head of my penis. You stick the tip of your tongue into the opening of my cock. The sensation of your warm, moist organ causes my balls to ache in anticipation. I open my eyes and look down at your face. You've been looking up at me and my mask this whole time. There is a peculiar expression on your face that I can't quite exactly place. For a brief moment you almost stop sucking me as I gently pump away into your lips. Then a small smile starts to emerge from the corner of your lips drawing them even tighter around the head of my burning tool. It's enough to trigger my first orgasm. "Oh God. Here it comes Alyssa. Swallow it!" You breath in quickly as if you're preparing to dive underwater. You moan in wanton abandon as I grab you by the head, locking your mouth just around the helmet of my cock. I erupt like a fire hose and fill your mouth up with a good healthy load of cum. I watch the muscles in your mouth and throat rhythmically flex and release in time to the pulsations of my inner sex muscles. My balls feel ten ounces lighter as you take it all down except for a small stream that dribbles down and lands upon your breast–a lone survivor that escapes your hungry mouth. I can't believe you swallowed my cum I think. It's the most incredible fucking feeling and the power rush is indescribable. I gently groom your hair into a pony tail and pull you off my limping member. I let your hair go and it cascades again, this time more messily, around your sweating, blushing face. I help you stand up and lift you onto the pool table again. Your small, light frame makes it very easy to manipulate your bound body. I drink in the sight of my cum on your breast, just like the cum I envisioned in my dreams. I reach out and wipe it off with my right hand. Spreading it across my fingers, I nudge them inside your cunny as I put my seed inside you, rubbing it around the walls of your birth canal as deep as I can penetrate, bumping up against the wall of your hymen. I was shocked. All that talk and posing and the fucking girl is still a virgin. Well, not after tonight. I look back into your eyes and see you study my crotch. Your expression has totally changed. You stare at me like I am a stranger. You stare at me like I am an intruder. But you stare at me not out of fear but of curiosity and bewilderment. "Who are you?" I don't respond. "Travis doesn't have black pubes. I couldn't tell until just now because you weren't in the light." I resign myself to the fact that I have been caught realizing what caused your previous moment of pause. I slide my mask up and onto my head. You look at me in surprise, shock, and also amusement. "You." Your voice falters off as your eyes make trails up from my face, down to my balls, and back up again. "Take off your shirt." I throw off my T-shirt as instructed. "You're that Asian guy who works at the cubicle behind me." "Yeah," I say. You stare at me in silence for a long, long while but still appear relaxed. After a bit of thought, you look back up at me and smile. "I could arrest you for taking advantage of me." I don't respond. "It's okay. Travis... is my piece of shit jock boyfriend. He looks like a total bad boy but he's actually just a big fucking dork. But he's the most popular guy at our school and that's why I still date him." "What's he got to do with me?" "He was supposed to surprise me tonight and show up in some kind of disguise so I couldn't recognize him. I thought he was you. I guess I was wrong. Can you un-handcuff me? This bra is really starting to chafe my breasts." I oblige you by grabbing the key off the table and freeing your arms. "Thank you." I watch you pull off your police shirt and unhook your bra, completely not expecting you to use your hands to undress yourself further. You stand up and kick off your shoes. I look at them and marvel that anyone could have feet that small. Then you slip off your miniskirt and stand before me naked except for your tall, knee-high black stockings and police officer's cap. You walk over to me and put your finger on your lips giving me the universal sign to be silent. Then you pull off my shoes, pants and boxers. I stand stupidly as you seize control of the situation. You take me by my semi-erect penis and tug me over to a nearby leather sofa, gently stroking my erection, encouraging it back to life. You push me down on the chair and instruct me to lay down on my side. I do as you command and you do the same so that we're in the spoon position. You hike up your leg allowing me access into your pussy. You guide my cock towards your womb and push the tip at its entrance. You look back at me over your shoulder and smile, "Now that you've lubricated me, you might as well finish the job. Travis was supposed to pop my cherry tonight. But I'd much rather like you to do the honors for me." It is all the encouragement I need as I slip my semi-hard penis into your virgin cunny. I slide in slowly and with care. The friction between us is nearly imperceptible as both our organs are dripping wet. The heat, however, is totally intense. Like a burning rod being slipped into a fireplace, the reaction inside your petite hips is nuclear. I let out a puff of air and feel the muscles in my body go numb and queasy. The power of your soft supple flesh is so intoxicating that it feels like you're sucking away all the strength, blood, and bone in my body into the gravity eating hole of your girlhood. All in the effort to reanimate my post-orgasmic tool. It's not long before the beating heart inside me is pumping blood back into the veins and arteries of my pleasure center. You squeeze my hand as I breathe heavily into your ear, breath smelling like vodka and citrus. We're sweating profusely now and our bodies are becoming porous glands of pores opening and accepting each others fluids. I begin to feel my penis enlarge in a jerky pumping motion. Quickly inflating itself until every inch of your inner love tunnel is kissing its pulsing contours. At first, it's a gentle touching but as my arousal grows I feel the walls around me stretching, pulling, tearing. You whimper softly. My head starts to push against your hymen. Pump. Pump. Pump. My 5" cock is now stretching a full 7" and the barrier to your womb is cracking open like a sheet of ice. Tender moments pass, as you grip my hand more intensely and pant hoarsely. I tenderly massage your right breast with my unpinned hand and kiss you on your cheek, your ear, the corner of your mouth, and then back up to your eye where I lick away at the tear rolling out of its watery bed. After a gasp I feel you break open and the last half inch of my growing cock bursts through to the other side of No Man's Land. "Ready?" You nod your head. I pull back my engorged tool until the bulging head is parked at the stretched opening of your warm pussy lips. I let you enjoy the temporary relief of your pre-virgin-sized vagina before slamming back into you in a piston-pounding thrust. I repeat this action five or six times with each time accompanied by the slapping of my balls against your clit which is masked by the cry of pain/pleasure from your mouth. I start making love to your welcoming cunt. You remain fairly inanimate now, focused intently on the pleasure now more than anything. I slide my free hand across you to your clit and rub the area around it, careful not to touch it directly as it has become too sensitive now that it is exposed from under its hood. Your breasts and baby-fat jiggle in erotic ripples with each pounding. You take your hands and begin to pinch and tug at your nipples. Despite the heat we are generating, the basement is very cold and your flesh is rife with goose pimples. I lay my head on your cheek and hug you tightly into my chest. The tight heat of your pussy is electrifying. I roll onto my back pulling you on top of me. You plant your feet down and I bend at the knees until I have you elevated and leaning down to my chest. I breathe in the fragrant scents of your clean hair and perfume. I know I can't last long with your flesh pressed so intimately around mine. I pound into you but no matter what I do I can't get enough of me in you. The sliding of my rod inside your hot, slick hole is a sensation of bliss. Pump. Pump. Pump. You coo, I moan. You inhale, I sigh. I thrust, you squeeze. For every action, you accept it and react, amplifying it so that it feels that much better for me. "Cum inside me," you command. I continue thrusting, squeezing you in a bear hug so tight that you can hardly breath. You react by clamping down on my prick. I gasp in utter pleasure, bliss, and satisfaction. I let go of my grip but you are relentless in yours. I may be leading the dance but you're definitely controlling the music. I decide I have to be on top of you when I have my orgasm, so I pull out for a brief second to readjust our position. You open your eyes in bewilderment for the first time. You look saddened like a dream of beauty had just been interrupted. But once I have you laid back on the sofa with your legs around my hips and my chest mashed into your tits, you sigh heavily in relief. Here, in this modified missionary I can really go in deep. I put my hands on your butt to squeeze your fatty cheeks while simultaneously pulling you deeper into me. It's a redundant action as your muscular, runners thighs are wrapped around me like a vice. After twenty minutes of the hottest, sweetest fucking of my life, I close my eyes, tighten my anus, and thrust one last time to the hilt. The eruption of cum is a volcano of white ropes of jizz that shoot with a burning light speed velocity inside your nether regions. I cup your breasts and rub them firmly, trying to warm up your goose-pimpled flesh. You simply moan and coo as your head lies back on the sofa. I look down at your pussy where my cock is now covered in blood from penetrating your virgin pussy. I breathe hot breath onto your shoulders and whisper "I need you" into your ear. That makes you sigh and another tear rolls down your eye. Your face is becoming very red and your breathing gets heavier as your first orgasm approaches. It's just a few more moments before your yielding body yields that last step and joins mine in that tender moment of surrender. If the culmination of my lust was an incredible volcano, then the pinnacle of your desire was an earthquake of muscles and nerve endings firing and flexing. My helpless, shrinking penis was trapped inside the tumultuous vibrations of your trembling hot pussy. I almost wish I could have held out a bit longer to add my humble accompaniment to this symphony of sex. One, two, three more quakes then a tremor followed by uncontrollable spasms that rent away at the walls of your womanhood. You cry some more as you feel the warmth spread deeper inside you. You begin to mutter incoherently and babble "I'm a woman, I'm a woman," over and over again. Your police officer's hat falls to the floor. I wrap my arms around you and peck away at your cheeks, then your mouth. When we both open our eyes, we see two different sights. I see the face of a good girl with a very intimate, wild sexual side, finally glowing with the fucking she's always desired by the man she's always wanted. And you see the look of contentment and bliss from a young man who has finally attained the body and love from a girl who has haunted his dreams but until tonight has remained elusive. We lay quietly in each others arms. I look around for a clock. It's getting late, or early, depending on your view of time. We get up and dress each other. I take my time putting your underwear back on while you diligently tuck my cock underneath the elastic waistband of my boxers as you slide them back up my hips. You suckle and swallow the traces of come left on your fingers. You ask me if you still have cum on your face. I look very closely and tell you that you're fine except for a bit of smeared lipstick. You smile and button up your shirt. I put on my cloak and pick up my mask. The door at the top of the stairway opens up and a crowd of voices makes its way down the steps. The overhead lights flick on. "Oh. Looks like somebody's already down here." I turn to look at my boss who is completely hammered. "We just got done playing a few games. It's a great pool table. " The crowd are all completely wasted and chattering and drinking. Nobody seems to suspect anything out of the ordinary was going on. "I think I'm gonna head out. I told Alyssa I'd give her a ride home." "Yeah, I'm too drunk to drive," she adds. My boss frowns disapprovingly. "You're too young to drink little girl." Then he adds, jokingly, "Shouldn't you be the designated driver?" We fake a laugh. You look at a nearby clock. "Oh my God, it's 1AM already. You know what that means?" "What?" "It's November 1st. It's my birthday today. I turn 19." "Happy birthday." This, of course, is followed by a chorus of "Happy Birthday." After a bunch of applause and cat-calling, we say our goodbyes. You turn to our boss just as we leave and say, "By the way, this is a great game room you've got down here. The pool table is really comfortable." We ascend the dark staircase, my arm around your neck. You giggle as you try to imagine how your boss will figure out your parting remark. I smile as well realizing that there will be a lot more hot sex to come and that work might not be so bad after all.