" THE student " - Sex Stories

" THE student "

... first one was just a few minutes long and involved a young girl, who within moments of the scene beginning, was bent over by a big, hairy older man, with no preamble and absolutely pounded. She was then pushed to her knees and her face was fucked by his big, ugly cock. He held her head and used it like she was the grimmest kind of prostitute. He then pulled out and wanked his cum onto her face and into her eyes. Ouch! The second clip was longer, but it was the same principle. The girl was fucked in every hole and smacked about while he did it- around the face, across the arse, and he finished in her arse while calling her a dirty whore and then pulling out and stuck his erupting cock into her mouth. I closed the laptop and sat silently. I was incredibly turned on. I had long suspected that there was something slightly wrong with me in that I was very turned on by the idea of rough sex, but this was on a new level. I spread my legs in my swivelling office chair and pulled my dampened thong aside. I was wet. I lathed a couple of fingers into myself and rubbed my clit. I remembered the girl getting smacked around the face as she sucked cock. I decided to ring Donald. He answered quickly, on the second ring. He had a gruff, Scottish accent. "Hello, this is Beth." I said. He chuckled. "Ah, Mr. Newark's girl!" He exclaimed. "I trust he told you what I was offering and what I wanted?" He was very bold, very confident. I agreed that he had. "Good! Can you come round tonight?" He ...

... asked. In less than 30 seconds we had cut to the chase. "Yes." I said. "Yes, of course." He gave me his address and I agreed to come to his house in less than three hours time. "Get a cab," he said, "I'll pay." Donald came out to meet me from the cab, and paid the driver. It was raining and a dark, February night in Salford. He was very tall, easily 6ft 3", about 50 and had a bristling strawberry blonde beard, which blended into a full head of wiry, ginger hair. He couldn't have looked more Scottish if he'd been wearing a kilt. As it was he was wearing jeans and a white shirt, which was undone at the throat, and a off-brown tweed jacket. In contrast to the first time I had been with Mr. Newark, I very much fancied Donald and told him I thought he was very handsome as we walked into the small terraced house. His bright blue eyes twinkled. "Ah, Beth," he said, "I bet you say that to all the lads!" He smiled. I liked him already. He took my coat. I was wearing a red dress underneath which flared at the hips, and high red heels. As he took my coat he brushed his big hands over my breasts and stopped to admire them. "These are lovely." I blushed. "Thank you." I said. He ushered me into the living room and told me to sit. "So Mr. Newark told you what I was offering?" I nodded. "And what I want?" I nodded. "Sort of." I began. He offered me a glass of whiskey and I took it. "He said you like..." I was suddenly shy in front of his handsome, sexy man. "...'Grudge fucking'?" I said, ...