The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

... through my panties, "D-Duane..." I exclaimed, my face flushing with embarrassment at Duane as he groped me shamelessly.

He ignored my protests, his hand gliding over my ass, "Relax, Avy... I just want to help clean you up." Duane chuckled as my eyes met with his. His cock was rock hard now, poking me in the belly as his hand explored my body, gliding over my ass and then sliding up along my back. "You are so fucking sexy..." he murmured huskily as he gazed at me lustfully.

I bit my lip nervously, "T-thanks..." I whispered softly, my eyes locked with Duane's as he gripped the shower gel bottle and lifted it above me. I blushed as his hand squeezed more soap out of the bottle, directly on top of my breasts, "Ah!" I moaned softly as the cold liquid hit my tits and slid down between the valley of my cleavage, and soaked my lingerie.

"I need to clean you properly, don't I?" he told me with a smirk as he placed the bottle back onto the shelf.

"Y-you could just pour some on my hand, and I can wash myself..." I mumbled shyly, staring up at him submissively. Duane arched an eyebrow at me challengingly. I blushed and lowered my gaze, "N-never mind..." I added softly as he smirked victoriously.

His big, strong hands cupped my breasts, kneading and massaging my flesh as he spread the soap all over my chest. His touch was so gentle and yet so firm I couldn't help but moan as he caressed my soft tits. "Fuck Avy, your tits feel so good... I always knew those jugs would be ...

... amazing!" he exclaimed, squeezing my tits through my wet bra, "How big are they?"

I moaned softly, arching my back and pushing my tits into his hands eagerly as Duane lathered my tits with the soapy foam. "Thirty-six double Ds..." I answered breathlessly, my nipples hardening beneath my bra and panties. I was embarrassed by how good his touch was making me feel.

Duane's eyes lit up at my answer, "Really?" he asked me excitedly, "Fuck, you have no idea how many times I've dreamed of playing with these beauties..." He told me as he groped my tits shamelessly, squeezing them and rubbing them all over as he washed them. He'd already washed the cum off me, but he kept playing with my tits, squeezing them in his hands and rubbing them against each other.

I looked up at his face as water ran over us both. My hands moved automatically to his chest, feeling his muscles, my fingers tracing his pecs. I couldn't stop touching him. His body was so different, so much stronger than Miguel's. He was so big, and his skin was smooth, dark, and beautiful. I loved how he felt underneath me. My hands wandered across his chest, my fingers caressing Duane's abs as he played with my tits through my wet bra, "Duane..." I whispered softly.

And this is when he leaned forward and captured my lips, kissing me fiercely. My eyes widened in shock, my lips parting automatically as Duane pressed his mouth on mine, forcing my mouth open with his tongue as he kissed me deeply. I gasped softly as his ...