We continue the story of Dalia, a 19 year old college student at home for the summer after her first year. Dalia is an athletic, flexible, insatiably horny girl who stands 5'2 and weighs 110 lbs. She has curly shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and freckles. Dalia has perky, bouncy D cup tits and perfect round bubble butt. Previously in our story, Dalia has introduced herself to her nasty next door neighbor, Mr. Martin, and visited a local bar to fuck her old teacher, Mr. Carslyle.
This chapter is dedicated to the anonymous commenter who left a note on the first chapter.
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Dalia was standing in her room wearing only her brand new lime green thong, and looking at her own ass in a full length mirror. She reached back and squeezed herself, giving her butt a smack to watch it jiggle. She had spent a couple hours that morning in the gym and was pleased with what she was seeing. She had gained a few pounds in college, sure, but it seemed like it had all gone right to her ass. She hopped up a few times, twerking it.
Dalia squeezed her tits, tugging on her nipples as she walked back towards her bed, wondering what to do tonight. She didn't want to spend another night inside, she was so bored. She thought about visiting the bar. She imagined it full of customers this time. She imagined herself dancing up on that stage in front of a real crowd. Guys throwing her money, cheering for her. Mmm.. she liked that thought.
Dalia wandered over to her window, the one facing Mr. Martin's house. She loved walking around her room naked with the lights on, just imagining that he was watching her. Just thinking about it was making her wet. She looked at his house, wondering if she should get one of her toys out, the purple one maybe?
Then, suddenly, a light flicked on in his front window. The lamp! The signal that he wanted her to come over!
Dalia was so excited she felt lightheaded, she quickly grabbed a long tshirt and pulled it on, looking at her hair in the mirror. She wondered if she should get dressed up for him at all, but, fuck! she couldn't wait any longer! Then she was slipping out the backdoor and cutting across the yard to Mr. Martin's place. She found his front door open, and let herself in.
The house was dark, lit mostly by a flickering from the TV. Dalia could hear moaning, slapping, the sounds of sex.
"Hello Daddy? I saw your light. Your door was open, I hope you don't mind that I let myself in."
Mr. Martin was sitting at one end of his sofa, an empty beer can on the table next to him. His eyes were on the TV, where a porn star Dalia instantly recognized as Sasha Grey was getting fucked in the ass. Mr Martin had his cock out in his lap. He was stroking it slowly as he turned to look at Dalia. He grinned.
"Hey babydoll."
"Hi Daddy."
Dalia bit her lip as Mr. Martin looked her over, he seemed a little drunk, leaning back on the couch like that. He was stroking his fuck stick slowly, and her eyes stayed on it a long time. She heard herself whimper.
Mr. Martin laughed, "Feeding time, princess." He stood, turning to face her, his open bathrobe hanging at his sides.
Dalia smiled and walked towards him, sinking to her knees in front of him and reaching up. She took his cock in one hand and started to stroke. He placed his heavy hand on top of her head. Her pussy was so wet it felt like it was on fire. She jerked him off and grinned up at him while he smirked down at her.
"You came quick, horny little slut, aren't you?"
