1. Parveen Aziza escapes with Jack Grierson


    Date: 8/2/2024, Categories: Reluctance Author: jxa2012, Source: LushStories 

    ... them.”

“That’s okay.”

I took his hand and put it on my bra. He kneaded my breasts gently through the silk and lace.

“God, Parveen Aziza! How can your eyes be so innocent and your actions so … so … ”

“Vulgar? Of course they are, Jack, I’m a whore.”

“Don’t say that! Don’t ever say that!”

His tone was so angry that he frightened me.

“If I make you angry, you can hit me, Jack.”

He shocked me by sitting back down on the bed and burying his face in his hands. I tenderly pried his hands off his face and turned it up to me. He was crying.

“You’re a good girl, Parveen Aziza,” he said through his tears. “You’re still a teenager, you should be with a wholesome, young man, someone who deserves you. Not a broken-down old loser like me.” He wiped his eyes. “It will happen, you know. You’ll start life afresh and I’ll just be a bad memory.”

“Oh, Jack, Jack,” I murmured.

I went down to my knees, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his organ. I knew he would be hard, for I was sure my stripping would affect a man like him. I put my lips around his cockhead and began to suck soothingly. As I began to engulf more of him, he gave out a low moan and his fingers entwined themselves in my hair.

He pushed harder and his cockhead reached the back of my mouth. With continued pressure, he stretched my throat, and I began to gag. Sergei was nowhere near as big, and I had no experience of sucking such an enormity.

He backed out and thrust in again. He repeated the ...
    ... motion and soon he was fucking my mouth, steadily and with a rising tempo. I got into the rhythm and held my breath as he thrust in, breathed in as he withdrew, deeper each time. As his cockhead stretched my throat more and more, he whispered, “Relax your throat, just relax, don’t tense up …”

He was fucking my mouth hard now, thrusting in so deep that I had the illusion of feeling him in my chest. His moans turned to groans and I knew he was rising to climax.

He cried out my name as he came, spurting a load of thick, musky semen straight down my throat. I swallowed as hard as I could, but I could not possibly keep up as he kept gushing through several thrusts. His semen was all over my face, globules in my hair, and it was even coursing out of my nostrils.

He sat back and I rested my head on his belly.

“We both really need showers now,” he said.

He picked me up and carried me to the shower. Under the cascading water, I used my hands on him and was able to get him tumescent again. I scissored my legs around his waist, and he fucked me against the tiled wall of the shower. He pounded me harder and harder, quickly driving me up to an orgasm. He didn’t stop, kept driving into me even as the contractions of my pussy squeezed him. I came again and this time he came with me, ejaculating a load only slightly smaller than the first one.

Naked and clean, we pulled back the covers and crawled into bed. He cuddled me and I kissed his hard chest.

“I want to be with you ...
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