Johnathan lifted the front of Mckinsey Craft's dress, and he had to chuckle at the sight of her lips poking out of the crotchless lace panties. They were a gorgeous pink, and he wanted them. He unbuckled her belt, and without instruction, she simply stepped out of the dress. Seeing his new fuck-toy step out of that dress made him stiff (like he wasn't already) There were a few hangers still around, so he kindly hung it (hey, it's a nice dress), and turned to find his fuck-toy already reclining on the ottoman.
Mckinsey was totally out of her element. Here she was, naked except for her shoes, a fucking tacky body stocking with panties that were that in name only, and a too-small bra that left her nipples poking out--but hey, at least that little suction on cups on them, right? And to top it all off, she was in a department-store dressing room in the local mall!
It was terrifying, humiliating, and oddly arousing, all at the same time. She sat because she thought she was about to suck it, but she was surprised when her tormentor knelt in front of her, and wrapped his arms under her thighs, and kissed the inside of one knee. 'Remain quiet, girl', she told herself, with a slight gasp of anticipation.
With a look of smug control, he knelt and, wrapping his arms under his fuck-toy's thighs, he opened her legs. The smell of her sex was intoxicating, and with a long, slowww lap, he ran his tongue from her vagina up to her clit. His toy made a loud gasp and 'mew' moan. Her legs tried to clamp around his head, but he held them TIGHT, and he repeated the process, this time, making eye contact and holding up a finger to mouth, "Shhh..."
Mckinsey's body had again betrayed her, and it appeared her mind might as well, because as her tormentor undressed her, she became incredibly aroused. When he held his finger to his mouth, she nodded, and motioned to him, he reached up and for the first time, they kissed. He may have been average at best in looks, but DAMN could that kid kiss! When he removed the nipple suckers they were engorged and much more sensitive to his mouth, and it made her produce a low guttural groan, 'Damn-Damn-Damn it felt good'.
Lowering himself back down as before, Johnathan began a process of using his tongue to 'flick' Mckinsey's clit, to suckle the labia on one side, give her vaginal entrance a solid lick using the whole tongue, then to work up the other side and back to the clit. Mckinsey Craft's thighs kept trying to clamp around him, and the way she was holding his head and gyrating, told him she liked it. Goodness knows he did.
Mckinsey had one hand on the back of her tormentor's head, the other covering her mouth, as she tried to not orgasm. At that moment, from outside, a vacuum cleaner of all things started, and he was thankful for the covering noise. She was at the point of biting her fingers to divert attention and thought she had it, and then that damn kid did it; he sucked her clit into his mouth, and at the same time, began pumping in and out of her, and that did it. Her hips bucked on their own as the wave washed over her, and she tried to not make too much noise.
Johnathan let his fuck-toy finish her convulsing, and he slowed his fingers to a stop. Timmy had started the vacuum right on time and per their agreement. His prey was heaving and still coming off the 'high' of it, when he shifted so that both her ankles were on his shoulders. He unceremoniously grabbed her hips and tugged her towards him slightly, and with no indication or 'foreplay', Johnathan thrust all of himself right inside her, clamping his hand over her mouth to muffle her cry. Without hesitation, he began slamming himself into his fuck-toy VERY hard, VERY fast. He had one hand around and on the small of her back, the other at her throat. He was pounding it hard, because he was about to blow his load.
When her torturer 'threw his hotdog down her hallway' and started slamming himself in and out of her, Mckinsey made a series of fast, whimpering grunts, and her body followed with a cascade of mini-orgasms. Her body was completely open to the kid then, he could have had whatever he wanted, and was taking it, and her mind was enjoying it, as well. Part of Mckinsey knew she should be fighting back, but the larger part simply lay there and took it, thinking her torturer would be cumming in her soon.
The wave was there, he could feel the orgasm on him. With a final good stroke, Johnathan whipped himself out, and stood up. He cupped this total MILF's chin in his hand and she obediently opened her mouth. With a final hand pump and a grunt, he shot two good ropes of ejaculate into her mouth, some of it hitting her chin. He got some more in her mouth, but the rest landed on her neck, chest, and tits. He got the last bit on her, with a few hard jerks, then stepped back, satisfied with his work.
Was Mckinsey ever surprised when that damn asshole shot his load in her MOUTH! After he dribbled out the last bit onto her chest he stepped back, and released her chin. Immediately, she swirled the foul warm goo forward and spat it out as she leaned forward, saying, "asshole," and wiping her chin. Her stomach rolled, as she had swallowed some of it, and the taste and what it meant were NOT to her liking, making her repeat her earlier statement, "asshole."
Johnathan Roberts smiled knowingly at his fuck-toy's reaction. "For someone so upset, you sure were willing to let me blast your mouth, not to mention eating and fucking you." He took one of two small towels he had brought and tossed it to her. After he wiped off using the other, he said, "There's a few mirrors around here to use to clean up, be sure and close the door behind you as you leave." And without another word said, he left, zipping up as he went. As soon as he exited the closed area, he made his way across the store, where he could just see where his fuck-toy had entered the store, and played it cool.
Mckinsey gagged and hacked a little after he left. She was ANGRY at the situation, what had been happening, including what had just happened. But mostly, she was angry at herself for having gotten into this situation, and that her mental state seemed to be oddly enjoying it. Dressing quickly, she was thankful for the glasses and hat that hid her face, as she made a beeline out of the mall. As soon as she pulled into her drive, she opened the door and vomited, then had a good cry. It had to end, somehow it just HAD to end.
The wolf watched his prey leave. He then stopped by and let Timmy know they were even, and slipped back over to the room and dug out the two small cameras he had discreetly placed and exited the mall. In the last week plus, his plan had worked far better than he had ever hoped. He was getting laid more than he ever had, and with a woman FAR above his norm to boot! But, the look of desperation in her eyes was palpable, and the simple fact was, if it kept going until it crashed, he was the one who would be in deep shit. So with that rolling about in his head, he headed home as he needed a shower.
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