Ballsy P1 - Sex Stories

Ballsy P1

... daughter has the hots for me. It’s a personal thing his daughter started.”

Dropping the sheet on the floor. ‘That girl had always been a spoiled rich girl,’ she remembered and agreed.

She began to read a more serious complaint from another girl who had said that somehow he had coerced her into giving him oral sex in the boy’s bathroom. The girl had not been back at school since yesterday through embarrassment.

His hand was now at her upper thigh.

“It isn’t my fault she regrets doing it. She led me on, and I’m just too ballsy to say no.”

She crunched up the paper and the complaint ‘He was correct. If this little trollop was woman enough to suck his dick, she would have to live with the consequences of that delightful action.’ She threw the once important statement into the corner of the room.

He came closer to her, bringing his mouth to her neck, his warm breath caressing her skin. His lips touched the soft flesh. His hand slipped to between her thighs, and with a moan she hastened her reading of the next statement.

“This one is about two sisters who made a claim this week. You got them to invite you to their house where you slept with either of them and got the other to record it for you.”

He spoke against her neck as his hand rose up, and his fingertips found the inside of her panties. She adjusted in the seat as his hand slipped inside. Sitting on the edge of her chair, she spread herself slightly, so his palm could press against her clit while ...

... his fingers began to probe her lips.

“Again, it's not my fault. They know I’m ballsy and invited me over when they knew their parents were out. What was I supposed to do”?

She gasped as his fingers began to slip just as his mouth opened on her neck and suck on it gently; she felt his tongue running along it as he sucked.

‘He is right, again’ she confirmed ‘If two little sluts want to have a night of passion with this stud when their parents are away and if they are deprived enough to film each other enjoying it, then hell mend them’.

She scrunched the second piece and threw it over her shoulder with the other.

“You really are a forward young man,” she said as her hand slipped round the back of his head, with her fingers gripping his hair; she raised her chin and dropped her head back, so he could nuzzle into her neck better.

“I'm not really, I'm just ballsy, so when a woman wants me to act, I have the balls to do so.”

She had to agree.

‘Did I want this?’ She searched. ‘Of course I did. Why else would I have called him out of class and into this room’. she concluded.

She tried to open the file with one hand, but soon the whole thing was on the floor. She brought her mouth to his, kissing him. He reached for her breast and squeezed it over the white blouse she had on. His forwardness of being confident to know she wanted it squeezed just like that turned her on.

His middle and ring fingers pushed deep into her with his palm rubbing at her clit. He ...