She grinned back at him.
As he moved away to pick up a robe from the bench, she adjusted where she was sitting. He'd been too occupied with her to notice but she'd seen a set of keys (must have detached from one of the SWAT policemen's belts when he fell) by the side of the tub.
When she'd sat, she'd carefully placed her shapely ass over them.
As she shifted forwards slightly, they were now in easy reach of her cuffed hands. Of course it was too much to hope that they'd be the keys to her cuffs, but regardless, she was skillful enough to use one of them as an improvised lock-pick.
She closed her manicured fingers around the keys as Mr Shadow wrapped the white robe around her and tightened the belt, covering her modesty.
Even as she readily accepted his lips onto hers one more time, her deft fingers were sorting through the keys, selecting which one she would use to release her cuffed hands.
The sex had been good and much-needed but she was still a superheroine and he was still a supervillain. Time to get back to work.
Mr Shadow was about to find out that her skills were not limited to sexual gymnastics in the hot tub!
The End.
Artist Girl
Artist Girl thought to herself, "This is the night I'm going to get ravaged". She put on her stockings, black boots, and corset under her slinky black dress. Her butt was protruding behind her and ready to be squeezed. She walked down the street away from her dorm and toward the apartments where the nude model lived. She first met him in figure drawing class. Then they had met again at a cafe, and it wasn't long before she found herself no longer a virgin, and to her surprise, loving sex more than she thought. She found out she had a sensual and slutty side. She smiled to herself at the thought. She also smiled at the thought of caressing the lean, muscular body of the nude model, who also happened to be an Asian guy. She had never been with an Asian guy before. She was excited by the thought of being the girl who got to have sex with the model. The fist time she saw Asian Guy's penis she noticed it wasn't circumcised, but that didn't bother her. She actually kind of liked it. She had never seen a penis up close before, so she didn't know what to expect anyway.
She was at Asian Guy's door before she knew it. She anxiously knocked on the door. When he opened the door, she felt a tingle between her legs. They small talked for a bit, but they both knew what was going to happen. Asian Guy poured her a glass of red wine. As he poured the wine all she could think about was the surprise she had for him under her dress. She could feel her stockings press into her soft thighs and her thong gently pressing into the crack of her butt. When he turned around to give her the glass he noticed how round her butt looked.
As excited as she was, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. This was her first year at art school. It was her first year away from her high school sweetheart. They had promised to save themselves for each other. The farthest they went was some nervous fondling in the dark. Her high school sweetheart had no idea that it was already too late for them. As soon as Asian Guy began to caress her thigh she forgot how guilty she felt. She could feel the warmth under her panties as he pressed his hand in between her legs. They were standing in the middle of the living room and kissing, their tongues sliding in and out of each others' mouths, his hand gently rubbing her crotch. She held onto his muscular arms. His other hand slid around to her back side, resting on top of her butt cheek. He could feel his hand sinking into her soft butt. He could tell that she was wearing a thong. She stood there feeling her whole body melting. She thought he was so strong and could not think straight when he touched her. He began to reach up for one of her breasts. He squeezed her breast through her black dress.
Soon she felt cool air on her exposed ass. Her dress had been lifted up, and her pale and round ass cheeks were being squeezed. Asian Guy was kneading her tit in one hand, her butt in the other. Artist Girl's hand moved down and landed on his crotch. She felt a stiff boner in the palm of her hand. She squeezed it as they both moaned. He grabbed her ass harder and shoved his tongue further into her mouth. They were both panting like dogs as he grabbed her thong and peeled it out of her ass. The hand that was squeezing her breast reached down and lifted up her dress from the front. Asian Guy's fingers were rubbing her pussy from the front and back. She squeezed harder on the bulge under his pants. He knelt down in front of her, and she gasped as he leaned forward and began flicking his tongue between her legs.
She looked down and all she could see was the top of his head under her dress. She reached down and held on to his head as she screamed, "Oh my god!". He had both hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. He shoved his tongue up and down her pussy. She let him keep licking her until she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled him back to his feet and decided she would return the favor. She dropped to her knees and undid his pants. His underwear was straining against his boner. She tugged his underwear down, and his hard cock popped out. She was staring right into his dickhead. He looked down and noticed how pretty she looked, and felt lucky she chose him to suck off. She opened her mouth. All he could do was hold his breath as he felt her warm mouth wrap around his cock. She slid her mouth up and down his cock. He was just the right size for her to put almost the whole thing in her mouth before she had to pull it back out again. She could tell he had taken a shower before she had arrived, and that made her enjoy sucking his cock even more. She moved her head up and down and felt every inch of his cock in her mouth. He stood there gazing down at her and petting the top of her head. To Artist Girl, Asian Guy had a huge cock. She didn't want to stop sucking it, and he didn't want her to. His balls felt heavy between his legs.
He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her up and turned her around. She felt him push her towards the couch. He leaned against her from behind and put his weight on top of her. Her knees were on the floor and her chest was pressed into the seat cushions. Her dress was pulled up around her waist. He wrapped his arm under her stomach and held on as he shoved his cock inside her wet pussy. She felt her body sink into the couch. She squealed when he shoved his cock forcefully inside her. He felt relieved now that he was fucking her. His brown Asian ass flexed and pumped her from behind. She could hear herself moan and squeal as he held onto her hips and fucked her. She could feel his balls slapping her clit with every thrust. She felt like she could let him fuck her like that forever. She held on tight to the seat cushions. He could feel every muscle in his body flexing. He looked down and saw nothing but a huge white ass and his brown cock moving back and forth. He listened to her moan and thought she sounded like an animal. Artist Girl could feel herself getting close to having an orgasm. Asian Guy kept pumping his cock into her from behind, and it was too much for her to take. As she was drowning in pleasure, she suddenly felt a pleasant vibration on her clit. Then she remembered that her high school sweetheart was going to call her. She felt guilty again. She slowed down a bit, but realized she enjoyed Asian Guy's cock way too much. She let the phone vibrate on her crotch as Asian Guy pumped his cock into her. She thought, "Oh god oh god I'm going to cum". She began to have an intense orgasm. The phone stopped vibrating for a few seconds as she came. Then it began to vibrate again, which only made her moan some more. Asian Guy slapped her round butt, oblivious to her makeshift vibrator. He continued fucking her as she melted into the couch.
Artist Girl felt her whole body shake as Asian Guy continued to fuck her. She had never felt anything like that before. Asian Guy couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his cock from her pussy, grabbed her ass and told her he needed to cum. He held her down as he gripped his cock and furiously jerked it over her pale, pink ass. He groaned in ecstasy as he shot thick streams of cum over her ass cheeks. She giggled as he dribbled the last drops of his semen onto her back. She was stuck in the cushions of the couch. He laughed and fell down beside her. Artist Girl felt a single vibration on her clit. She knew there was a voice mail from her high school sweetheart waiting for her. She began to feel sad, because she knew it was over be
tween them.
The End.
Professor
The door opened and her head peeked in. "Professor? You wanted to see me?"
He looked up from his desk and nodded, watching her walk into his office. Dressed as usual in a short skirt and a button-down shirt with too many buttons unfastened, she always exuded an air of promiscuity.
Sitting down in the chair facing his desk, she didn't bother crossing her legs, but left them splayed lewdly open, allowing him a glimpse of her creamy inner thighs and a hint of further delights.
Closing his book, he looked at her, resolutely trying not to leer at her exposed cleavage. "Yes. I wanted to talk to you about your manner of dress. It's much too provocative for the classroom. Most of the guys are not paying attention to the lecture, but what it would feel like to fuck your tight little pussy."
"Professor!" She spluttered, shocked at his forward language.
"Oh hush. You know it's true. Why else would you dress like a whore if you didn't want to be treated like one?"
"Well, professor," she said was a hint of resolve in her voice, "I like the way I dress, and I like how I feel when I'm dressed like this, so I'm not going to change. What are you going to do about that?"
"I'm going to do exactly what you want me to do." He said ominously. "Now stand up and put your hands flat on my desk."
With a defiant toss of her hair, she complied, sticking her ass further into the air than necessary, which was completely fine by him.
Her defiant look slipped a little when she saw him pull a wooden ruler out of his desk.
"What...?" She started, but trailed off with a gasp when he flipped up the back of her skirt to expose the perfect globes of her ass, the black thong she was wearing nestled enticingly between her cheeks.
"I'm going to spank you ten times with this, and you're going to count each one and thank me for it. Is that clear?"
She nodded, cowed by his authoritative manner. He smiled. Her submissiveness will be very useful shortly.
"Oh, I forgot one thing." He trailed off as he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out three large binder clips. "I need to put these on first so you truly know how a whore is treated."
Reaching forward, he turned her to face him, then pulled apart the hem of her shirt, ripping it open to expose her breasts. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra underneath by the visibly hard nipples poking up against the cotton.
She whimpered as he rolled her nipples in his fingers, making them stand up straight and proud. Hissing, she tried to squirm away as he affixed the clamps to her swollen buds, but was unsuccessful. The clips cut off the blood supply making her nipples throb painfully. Kneeling between her legs, he found her clit already pronounced, and closed the clip around it causing her to buck with a cry. Turning her once more, he made sure her hands were flat against the desktop.
CRACK! "One. Thank you sir."
CRACK! "Two. Thank you sir," she gasped.
CRACK! "Four... thank you sir." He paused.
"You forgot three. Surely you haven't had enough already?" She could hear the pleased tone in his voice.
CRACK! "Four. Thank you sir," she repeated. He caressed her reddening cheeks.
"No. You're still on three. You need to count properly."
She moaned. CRACK! "Three. Thank you sir."
With each blow, her ass began to darken, and by ten her skin was bright red and almost hot to the touch.
Sliding a hand between her legs, he found her panties were soaked through. "I knew it. A true whore." She whimpered audibly.
He grasped the hem of her panties, pulling them down her legs, baring her bare mound to his view. He slid first one than two fingers inside her dripping pussy, hearing her moan. Fingerfucking her gently, he was pleased at how wet she was.
Abruptly he pulled his fingers from her and she heard a rustle behind her, and the crinkle of a condom wrapper opening.
"What...?" She started, but let out a gasp as his hard length filled her completely. With a steadying hand on her hip, he thrust deeply inside once, twice, three times, then pulled out. Suddenly, she felt the broad head of his cock nudging her tiny crinkled asshole.
"Since you're clearly a whore, I need to find something really tight to enjoy." She groaned as he began to apply pressure, crying out when his cockhead finally entered past the tight ring of muscles. He continued the slow application of pressure until her was buried completely to the hilt.
Pausing to let her get used to the feeling of fullness, he then began to slowly, but steadily, fuck her ass. The more the thrust, the looser she became, until he was sure that he wouldn't hurt her. He began to deepen and quicken his strokes until each thrust was buffeting her against his desk. She whimpered as his hips hit the sore skin of her ass.
Reaching around he jiggled the clip on her clit causing her to orgasm hard, which caused her to squeeze harder around his cock. He gave a roar and came, filling the condom with cum.
Collapsing on her back, they were both breathing hard. He finally was able to pull out of her ass, letting her slump against the desk.
"On your knees," he ordered, and she complied with a wary look on her face. He pulled off the soiled condom, and gestured to his cum-covered cock.
"Clean me off."
She took him into her mouth, sucking and licking him clean, while his hand fisted in her hair encouraging her. Eventually he pulled away, letting her lean back against the desk looking decidedly -- and deliciously -- mussed.
"Lay on your back on my desk. I'm not done with you."
She stood on shaky legs and lay along the width of his desk, after he put most of the items which had been on top of it, on the floor.
Spreading her legs, he sat in his chair and lowered his mouth to her dripping cunt and began to feast.
"Please sir. Can you remove the clamps? They hurt so bad." She whimpered.
Raising his head, he looked at her, surprised she would interrupt her own pleasure. "I'll remove one set -- breasts or clit -- which one?"
"The one on my clit please." Even though she neglected to call him sir, he removed the clamp and she hissed at the feeling of blood returning.
He took the stiff bud gently between his teeth, raking it, delighting in her cries of pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair.
He continued to lick and suckle until she had cum twice and was breathless with need.
"Please sir. Fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me."
He stood and walked around the desk. The way she was laying, her mouth was even with his groin.
"Soon. First, get me hard again."
She opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside. With her head practically hanging off the edge of the desk, he was able to slide in deep with each thrust. Cupping her breasts, he made the clips on her nipples bounce enticingly. When he finally stepped back, her face was pink and there was a trail of precum hanging from her nose.
Sitting back down in his chair, he gestured to his lap. "Come on then. You wanted me inside of you."
She hopped off the desk eagerly, wiping the cum off her face. Straddling his legs, she lowered herself onto his thick cock, sliding all the way down his length until his cockhead bumped against her cervix. She began to ride him furiously, the steady slapping sound of skin on skin and their heavy breathing echoing in the small room.
Reaching up, he removed her nipple clamps, groaning as she tightened around him from the painful tingling sensation of blood returning. He drew each into his mouth, his hands sliding to her sore ass, helping her bounce harder, drawing him deeper, as she whimpered.
"Cum for me. I want to feel you cum around my cock." No sooner as he finished his command, she began to buck in an intense orgasm bringing him along in its wake. He exploded deep inside of her with a guttural moan.
Without being ordered, she slid off his lap and dropped to her knees, taking his spent cock into her mouth once more, cleaning off their juices from his skin. When she finished, she looked up at him, still kneeling a
t his feet. "I'm sorry sir. I'll try to dress less provocatively from now on."
He nodded, "Good. I'll see you in class tomorrow."
She stood on wobbly legs and left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Reaching down, he picked up her forgotten panties off the floor and smiled. He loved role play night.
The End.
Cumming to the Rescue
My partner, Joe, and I hadn't been on our shift very long when we were paged out to the local college. One of the cheerleaders had fallen from the top of a pyramid.
We jumped in the ambulance and headed out. When we arrived we found her on the sidelines. She had an ice pack on her head and it looked like she had injured her leg. She started to get up to walk over to us. We told her to stay where she was until we had completed our exam.
When I got to her, the first thing I saw was her legs under that cute little skirt. I felt my cock getting hard looking at those legs. I am a sucker for a great pair of legs.
We got her on the long board and carted her to the back of the ambulance to do a more thorough examination. Everything with her head checked out fine, but we need to do a better examination of her leg.
As EMTs and Paramedics we joke that the first rule of trauma is "Make Them Naked" meaning that you generally need to cut the clothes off an accident victim in order to fully assess the injuries. There was nothing I wanted more than to see this girl/woman naked. I knew that Joe was in the same category. He's a legs and ass man as well and well, this girl was HOT!
I told the girl, Maddy, that we needed to cut her pantyhose off. She asked me if I could just pull them down instead of cutting them. They weren't wrecked and she wanted to save them if she could. The thought of putting my hands on her waist and pulling her pantyhose over her ass had my cock rock hard. Joe offered to do it if I couldn't.
Maddy looked at us and said we could both do it if we wanted. Oh shit, this girl was hot. Did she know what she was doing to my cock? I knew Joe had to be as hard as I was. I slid her pantyhose down, running my hands over her tight ass and down her legs as I did. My cock was begging to be released.
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