Dirty Old Pervert 5 - Sex Stories

Dirty Old Pervert 5

... lovely silken black hair and pulled her forward more than she intended, so that my cock was in her mouth to the hilt. She gagged, and tried backing away, but I didn’t relent. “Swallow, darling,” I told her in a no nonsense tone that all tutors use sometimes. She had no recourse but to obey. She obeyed, and looked up at me while swallowing, and trying to control her gag reflex. There was panic in the eyes, mixed with lust. Those lovely brown eyes were startlingly piercing as she sucked my cock. “Do it!” I said, in an even nastier tone, even though she already was. She continued sucking my cock and gagging on it. Then I made her pull my balls out. They were like tennis balls, nasty ass balls - and they were covered in thick, black bristles. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, dripping with saliva and pre-cum and placed the dripping head of my penis on her forehead, and my balls at her mouth. I rubbed my ball bristle against her lovely mouth and nose. “Teabag me, Savannah” I said, “and you’ll get even better MCAT coaching.” She pretended to not understand. I bent down and caught her ear, and repeated the word in my most dangerous voice. I stood back up, and she tea bagged me. She took my balls in her mouth, used her lip-clad teeth to nibble them. “Mmmmm…” was what I heard as she sucked my balls. I pressed down on her mouth, so the balls crushed her. “Do you like mouthing balls, Savannah?” I said. “Mmmmm…” was the only response. Pooja was giving herself some quality ...

... masturbation meanwhile. She glared at me in between, daring me to ignore Savannah for her so I would break my word. I wanted to stick to plan though, and winked at her, and turned my attention back to my lovely Carmella Bing lookalike who still was trying to pretend that my balls were not crushing her. “I think you’ve had enough of being crushed,” I whispered, and moved back, and heard her gasping, and giving me a look that was a mixture of fear, lust and relief, in equal proportions. I stood her back up, and allowed her to breathe well. She sucked in some gasps of air, playing with my cock, and pulling my foreskin onto and off the head of my penis. “That’s a dangerous signal you’re giving me, young woman,” I told her. She gave me a haughty look that only turned me on some more. We were only just getting started. Quick note to the reader: Note that this is a work of pure fiction. Some of this work will be perceived as being inherently creepy. I've tried to put myself in the shoes of a fifty year old man whose marriage has fallen apart, and who lusts after younger girls, and who plays creepy games with them. If you don't approve of relations between people who are many years apart in age, this story is not for you. If fictional deception is something you don't approve of, this story is not for you. If you get creeped out easily, this story is not for you. That said, enjoy. To loosely paraphrase the legendary George Carlin - someone had to think of this shit, apparently I was appointed.