“Please, Stacey. We have to stop this right here and forget that any of this happened. This is not proper at all. We don’t are not even supposed to be talking this.”
“Stop stalling, Mr. Orton,” Stacey said, and with another step she was standing directly in front of him as he leaned against the couch, unable to take his eyes off her naked body. “What do you think about doing to me?” He shook his head.
“Nothing? Okay, I will tell you.” Stacey said. “When you were watching me just now, I was thinking about you licking and sucking my pussy before you started fucking me, wondering if a little girl like me could take your dick which I’m sure is bigger than my boyfriend. Did you like watching me touch myself, Mr. Orton?” He swallowed hard, his eyes raking over her body before he nodded slowly. she giggled and grinned. “Do you want me to do it again?”
He looked up at her, reaching out and taking her hand. “Stacey, I would like nothing better. But you don’t understand… this is too wrong. Your parents would kill me, and you’re so young. They will put me to jail…”
She ignored him and moved forward, standing so close to Mr. Orton that she was almost touching him. “I’m not a underage, Mr. Orton, and it’s not like I would tell my parents, I’m not stupid.” He shook his head again and she frowned, pouting a bit. “Please, Mr. Orton? I want it so bad.” she pulled his hand closer to her, sliding it up her hip and stomach until it reached her breast. “Please?” she said again.
Mr. Orton stared at his hand, shaking slightly as he started to move it against her breast. she sighed softly and he brushed his fingers against her nipple. He suddenly shuddered and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him as he leaned against the couch. He sat against the arm, lowering his head so his face was in line with her breasts. His hands moved against the small of her back and down to her ass as he pushed his mouth against her breasts.
“Will you let me watch you?” He whispered, his words muffled against her breasts.
she giggled and pulled away from him, grabbing his hand. “I want to do it in my room, Mr. Orton” she said as she led him toward her room. She crawled on her bed, her room lit fairly well from the light being on in the den, and sat in the same place she had been before. Mr. Orton stood in her doorway, looking nervous. she grinned. “You can’t see very well from there, Mr. Orton. Don’t you want to see my room?” she said, her voice higher and girlier than it usually was, and just the fact that she was teasing him like that made her giggle again. He took a step forward, smiling nervously, standing at the foot of her bed. she smiled at him before she started playing with her breasts. she rubbed them, running her thumbs over her nipples and moaning softly. she kept rubbing one breast with one hand while she moved the other to her pussy. she played with her pussy lips, tracing her smooth, shaven mound with her middle finger. she let it trail against her slit, circling her clit before she started to rub it gently. she was quickly building up again, and she moaned as she pushed her finger into her tight hole. she began to move it inside her, at a quick, steady pace. she tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as she added a second finger. she was getting really into it, biting her lip as she fingered herself, and she had almost forgotten Mr. Orton was watching her until she heard him unbuckle his belt. His dick was hurting him in his pants, so he had to free it.
She opened her eyes, looking at Mr. Orton. His eyes were fixed on her hand moving in her pussy, and she watched him unzip his pants and pull his dick out. She moaned as he started to stroke himself, her eyes fixated on his dick. she was a little off in her fantasies of him — His dick was of average length, but thicker than she had thought. It was currently rock hard, and she couldn’t help but move her fingers a little faster as she watched pre-cum drip off his tip. she rubbed her clit hard as she watched Mr. Orton jerk off, his vision fixated on her. His hand was moving quickly on his dick, and as he groaned, she felt her orgasm finally coming on. She started to pant, moving her fingers hard, and she came quickly, squirming from the sensations and grinding against her own hand as she cried out. she braced against the bread, shuddering under the surges of pleasure running through her.
As she came down, Mr. Orton sat on the bed, crawling towards her. He pulled her hands toward him, sucking her juices off her fingers. she giggled as he ran his tongue against them, flicking it between her fingers. As he sucked on them, he moved his hand to her pussy, lazily rubbing her slit. she sighed softly as he touched her lightly, tracing his fingers along her slit and lips, his hand cupping her shaven mound.
He curled up next to her, leaning down to press his lips against her breasts. she bit her lip as he kissed all around her nipple. He flicked his tongue against her nipple, twirling his tongue around it before he sucked gently. His hand was still rubbing her pussy softly, his fingers just moving against her, not pushing into her pussy. His motions were relaxing, though the attention he was paying to her breasts was making her wet all over again. She let her hand trail up to his hair, gently running her fingers through his hair as she tried to get his attention. He sucked her nipple a moment longer before he looked up at her. she bit her lip shyly. “Mr. Orton, will you kiss me?” she asked.
He laughed softly, taking his hand away from her pussy and bringing it up to her breast, fondling her. “You’re okay with kissing an old man like me, little girl?”
she giggled, pulling herself close to him. He put an arm around her, still running his fingers along her breast as he leaned in, nipping lightly at her bottom lip before he kissed her. He ran his tongue along her lip, and she couldn’t help herself from moaning softly. He kissed much better than her boyfriend, and his lips felt wonderful against hers. Mr. Orton laughed softly as she sighed. He moved his lips, kissing her jaw before he moved to her neck. He sucked on her neck, his hand never leaving her breast.
“Can I ask you something?” He suddenly whispered, his lips brushing the skin just below her ear. she nodded and he sucked on her neck again. “Tell me what you’ve done with your boyfriend.”
she blushed and bit her lip. “You mean like, have I slept with him?”
He laughed a bit. “Well, yes. But what do you do when you sleep with him?”
she shrugged. “Well, I touch him for a little bit, and he fingers me a bit, and then we… well, sleep together.”
Mr. Orton laughed again, his breath warm against her neck. “What do you touch?”
“His… well, you know what she mean,” she said, giggling a bit.
“Say it,” Mr. Orton said. “Don’t be embarrassed, honey. Tell me what you touch.”
she bit her lip. “His c-dick,” she murmured, blushing.
Mr. Orton groaned softly, pressing against her. “Tell me what he does to you.”
“He fingers my pussy,” she said quickly.
He sighed, licking her neck. “Tell her more.”
she shrugged. “That’s really all, Mr. Orton. I would lie on my back and we… well… do it.”
Mr. Orton moved away from her neck and looked at her. “That’s all? He never licks your pussy?”
she blushed and shook her head. “Well, he did a little bit once, but he said he didn’t like how it tasted.”
“He didn’t…” Mr. Orton looked at her and shook his head. “No wonder you need an older man.” He immediately moved his lips back to her skin. He sucked on her neck, before licking and nibbling at her skin as he made his way down to her breasts. He sucked on each nipple, then kept moving down her stomach until he was kissing her smooth mound with his hands resting firmly on her hips. He slid his hands down against her thighs, pushing them apart. She craned her neck, looking down to watch him as he kissed her inner thighs before licking at her slick lips. she sighed, watching as he flicked his tongue against her slit before dipping his tongue into her pussy.