Emily stepped alongside Sam as he led her by the hand up the stairs. Her short skirt fluffed at each tread as she sashayed up the stairs, flashing her panties to the upskirt watchers in the foyer below. At the landing, they turned out of sight and traversed the short hallway to a spot where Sam motioned for her to enter one of the bedroom doors.
It was a fine bedroom setting with a girlish décor: pink bedspread on a broad queen-sized bed, pink sheer curtains, and lacquered ivory-toned wooden furniture.
"Your potential new home, Emily. Debbie has moved out and this could be your room now."
Sam let her view her likely new living space before turning her gently by the shoulders to face him. He plucked at her blouse buttons and spread open the lapels.
At her friend Debbie's advice, or rather insistence, Emily had come to this impulsive tryout braless and the man's eyes widened in admiration at the sight of her broad brown nipples on her well-rounded breasts. It seemed his hands couldn't help but return to cup and squeeze them, this time bare skin on bare skin.
Sam was pleased. Yes, her tits were real; a nubile firmness with just the modest sag, despite her age and feminine form, it was expected from such large masses,
She arched her back to let the blouse slip down her arms, the motions pressing her tits forward, helping him get more tactilely acquainted with his latest playthings. She really wanted to fit in here. Her scholarship and visa were at risk and she needed Sam's backing. She calmly let him misbehave as he liked.
He idly whispered for her to keep going. The skirt followed the blouse to the floor, and when she tilted forward to lower it, his hands followed their course and pattered her dangling boobs upwards and sideways, bouncing and swaying the fleshy masses. She watched his hands play before straightening upright.
She stepped back from his fondling caresses, moving to sit on the chair, intending to remove her mid-height heels. But he took her arm and kept her standing. She stood before him in half-naked splendor and heard his quiet command.
"Please kneel."
She did, which placed her face at his waist level. She watched as he unzipped his fly and extracted his cock.
Emily was no stranger to the male anatomy. Her Manila hometown was a hotbed of sexual caprices and her clique of girlfriends were regular disco club carousers. Seeking collegial adventure rather than money, she had mirrored her older friends' notorious mimes, and like them, on occasion, in dark corners or parked cars out back, astounded the curious worldwide tourists, gamely sucking some cocks and fucking others. She just wistfully adopted the deferential females' roles that were ubiquitous in third-world street cultures. The submissive mindset came back to her now, in Sam's house, in Sam's guest bedroom.
Without further guidance from him, she leaned in, kissing the tip with a slit poking tongue-tip, as he held the shaft in his hand. His other hand touched the back of her black-haired head and, recognizing this frequent maneuver, she obediently opened wide and engulfed the offered mouthful of man-meat.
Emily sucked him gently, achieving the activity's accustomed consequence of his manly muscle swelling in her mouth. She was a bit nervous about the bulk of this muscle that would presumably, sooner or later, be probing her cunt. She bobbed obediently, leaving him to decide whether to spew here or use her cunt.
Sam decided on cunt. He lifted her to stand and pressed her towards the bed. She turned to continue and kneed aboard; her ass rocked as she moved away from him. He grabbed her panties and pulled them off her legs and over her heels, twisting her over on her back by a firm grip on her shoed ankles. Her hair flailed out to form a wreath of black mane about her head.
He pocketed the thong panties, his 'first-time' souvenir, and then doffed his own clothes, noticing her watching him disrobe. Her face was stoic, calmly waiting for him to assert his male privilege.
Emily opened her arms and legs to accept Sam as he climbed on and boldly placed his saliva-slicked erection against her moist pussy. She braced her sharp heels into the bed as he paused to steady his knee-borne stance above her body. Ready to rumble, he dropped down and pressed in, stretching her to the core with one long slow glide to paradise.
She moaned urgently at the fleshy expansion; he paused at the bottom to let her strained vaginal canal adjust. She bumped his groin with her clitoris; a sign that she was ready to be taken. He knew the routine and, settling into a snug conformity, he stroked within as she assisted his pleasure by rolling her hips.
Sam set the rhythm and stroked steadily. He used her at his pleasure and gained a wonderful orgasm.
After he spurted, groaned, and collapsed, Emily felt his kiss on her neck and his nuzzle in her ear. Emily felt happy with those sure omens that she had earned her rightful place in her friend's mixed family.
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Sam's head rested on a plumped-up pillow, looking down across his bare belly. Emily's dark eyes, peeking beneath the eyebrow length straight cut black bangs, peered back at his; her lips and tongue actively caressed his orally embedded cock.
She had been resident in his house only a week but had taken well to her designated function of worshipping her Daddy's cock.
Sam blew her an air kiss and twitched his head, his way of telling her to slide up his legs and mount up on his sturdy hard-on. She sat upon his legs and waddled her crotch forward, contacting his belly-flopped erection with her juicy labia, smiling at her next intention. She liked to tease and tented her pussy lips back and forth along his exposed genital rod, each time grazing her clitoris on his under-vee.
Sam had become fond of this particular initiative, letting her soft wet labia tease him but only for a while. With a growl, he hauled her body down on his, pressing her boobs to his chest. She wiggled her ass around until she found his knob, pressed down, and glided his cock inside her cunt.
As his rigid cock lay emersed inside her, she kissed his lips, suckled his neck, and found his ear, moaning in her own pleasure at the intimate connection and its inevitable sensual summit.
Sam felt her stiffened tongue probe his ear canal and his cock jumped at the reflected stimulation. She snickered on feeling the flex, whispering in his ear.
"I felt that."
He mumbled his acknowledgment and she pressed his ear canal again. Another jump thrilled her core. She untangled from his hug and sat up, gaining her balance for the impending vigorous cowgirl ride.
She humped his hips as he played with her swaying tits. He was amazed that she was so petite in body and yet so big in boobs. She had a snug cunt but it was long and deep; incredibly she always managed to stuff his huge erection all the way inside her.
Her ass and hips moved with adroit dexterity; her fabulous energy unrelenting. As always, her efforts rose to their finest and he came hard. She continued her carnal stimulus throughout his euphoria, slowing to a halt only when he fell out, happy to have made him happy.
And the weeks melded into happiness for all the home residents. Unfortunately, money reared its ugly head. Sam liked his strip club bouncer job but he had always intended its salary to support his modest solitary lifestyle. He tried but it was a stretch to support himself and three feisty female housemates.
During a post fuck cuddle in Emily's bed and arms, Sam asked her about school.
"How is school going? Getting good grades?"
"They're fine. I do the classes and homework just like the rest but Mr. Jones can be a bit of a drag. So, I worked for extra credit to improve my marks."
"Extra credit?"
Emily leaned up to his ear and whispered with a giggle.
"I let him score my pussy..."
Sam was a bit alarmed by the revelation. He had assumed with Emily being home every night, including weekends, that she fucked exclusively with him. Now he learned that she resourcefully advanced her interests as she saw fit. Not a bad thing, just a surprise. And an idea began to percolate in his mind.
"Tell me about it."
Emily related how she had sought an office-hours visit with the grey and balding stodgy professor. Inside his closed office, she had sat across the desk from him. He watched from behind his desk as she stumbled through a plea for curriculum leniency. Her animations gave her the opportunity to garner his attention with surreptitious flashes of her panties, girlish giggles, and a coy nip slip. When she saw him flush and wipe his brow, she knew he was vulnerable and crawled up and across the desktop to plop into his lap. He weakly protested until her hands tunneled between their legs and dug out his cock.
The senior man was too smitten to resist any further and she rode his modest erection to a quickie ejaculation. In post-coital recovery, she whispered suggestions of periodic sexual frustration deflations in exchange for periodic classwork score inflations. He wearily agreed to the deal with the added mutual assurances of secrecy.
