Roxy - Sex Stories

Roxy

... panties to one side I exposed my shaven pussy. “There are certain advantages of not being behind on camera.”The cold air tickled my outer lips. “How long have you wanted this?” “Since you first sat on my front bench. You have a habit of showing your knickers while you take your notes.” “It helps me think. “Most people chew finger nails, play with their hair or roll their tongue... But yours is definitely more interesting. Keeps the boredom of lecturing at bay.” I strutted up to Graham and climbed on him while he sat, straddling his waist. “Now, how exactly do you want me to earn that first?” “Make me cum.” “I expected nothing different for you.... you old dirty bastard.” “It won’t be too hard. You’re a slut, so just do what comes natural.” I hate the word slut and being called it stings my ears... But they always say nothing hurts more than the truth. “I’ve always hated you from the moment I first set eyes on you.” Framing Graham’s head with my hands I forced it back onto the headrest and pinned him there by his ears. His pasty face began to turn a healthier pink. I stared into his weak and cloudy eyes. “You have pervert written all over your face.” I snatched his glasses and tossed them onto his desk. “I’m going to give you the angriest fuck you have ever known... and I hope your pacemaker can’t keep up.” “I like it rough... I like it dirty, and that’s why I always liked you.” Reaching down between us both, I unzipped his trousers. My hand entered his sweaty boxers and ...

... found his rigid manhood. “Big words for a small man.” A smile crossed my face as I wrapped my fingers around his pecker. “I knew you didn’t have a big cock.” “What is it about sluts and big cocks?” “I never forget a man’s name if he can make me scream.” I began wanking Graham. My hand sliding up and down his moist cock, I wondered if it was piss or sweat... probably both. “I like to feel what it is that I’m fucking. Tiny cocks like yours doesn’t do anything for me... but you can only work with the tools you’re provided with.” “I make up for size with my experience.” “I hope so... But I doubt it. I’ve never been with a man over fourty. Never mind seventy.” “I’m sixty three, next week.” Taking my hands off his cock, I massaged his forehead with my thumbs, stretching his loose skin. “The wrinkles are already out in force. With that green pullover of yours, you look like a turtle.” “Mock me if you want, but I was well into my fifties before I got my tree rings. But with your lifestyle, you’ll no doubt drop a few kids before thirty, have the stress of bringing them up on your own. And end up with more wrinkles than me before you hit the menopause.” Graham smiled. “I’ve seen it time and again.” I slid down Graham’s body and dropped to my knees. Gripping his thighs I lowered my mouth over his cock. My taste buds told me that his cock was moist because of piss rather than sweat. Not that it was overpowering, he must have been well hydrated. Also, I guess a man of his age can’t help a ...