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It had started quite innocently when Stacey's mother had visited the farm late one afternoon dressed to kill at the local night spots with the young girl in tow. I'd seen them several times before renting horses for afternoon rides but had not paid attention to either the girl or her mother beyond adding her mother to my bucket list of beautiful women to seduce in the future.
The girl was just that, a young girl, innocent enough always with several dolls in her hands which she seemed perfectly happy making believe they were boyfriend and girlfriend or mother and father. On some occasions, the daughter was left in the waiting room to occupy herself while mom went out and rode the trails while my daughters watched over her. I always chuckled seeing my daughters scurrying around the office doing their work and trying to keep the girl out of trouble as well thru my office window.
This day was different, as both my daughters who normally filled the office, had gone away for a week to a summer riding camp several hundred miles away, leaving me to man the office alone. The girl's mother arrived in quite a hurry pulling the little girl behind her with an overnight case.
"Mr. W., I would not normally ask this, but in the past you and your family have been so wonderful to my daughter, I hope that you can help me out this week by babysitting her," she barely paused to hear me say I was alone this week and my daughters were away, as she rushed on talking. "I should only be gone a couple of days and will pick her up when I return." She flashed a wide smile speaking again, "I'll owe you a big favor for doing this."
I started to protest, but she had already wheeled around, rushed out of the office and drove away, leaving the poor little girl standing next to her overnight case in my office. Shocked and at a loss, I looked at the girl who shyly smiled with her head turned slightly down.
"Hello, err, well, looks like you and I are going to be spending some time together. What is your name young lady?" I asked as I sat down in my desk chair flabbergasted.
"Stacey and this is Dorothy and Menlo, my dollies," she said holding her hands out showing me the two dolls as she stepped next to my chair putting them on my legs pretending they greeted me. "They are my best friends. They like you!"
I don't know why, but for some reason my cock began to slowly enlarge and snake down my pant leg forming a noticeable lump under my jeans. I adjusted my position in an attempt to conceal the bulge, but instead it became more pronounced. She started the dolls walking from my knee up, side by side.
"Oh, there's a place to sit Dorothy," she squeaked in a boy's voice. "Let's have a seat." Before I could move, her hands were busy positioning the two dolls into sitting positions on the bulge of my cock, and my face flushed red. It was quite erotic feeling her little hands manipulate the dolls, moving them back and forth across my length. "This is comfortable, it feels so soft," this time using her hand instead of the dolls, she ran it up and down it's length.
Regaining my senses, I gently moved her hand from my swelling cock, "You perhaps should not touch there," I whispered. Her eyes were moving from my face to the bulge and her lips were moving slightly as she started to frown.
"My dollies and I play the forest walk game all the time." She looked inquisitively at me, waiting for me to speak as her hands once again began fondling the outline of my cock through my jeans. "Your sitting log is much bigger than the others we have sat on, and much more comfortable says Dorothy."
"Hm, you mean you have played this forest game before, with someone else?" I watched her closely trying to detect if she was lying, but her eyes did not blink or look away as she replied.
"Oh yes, with my Uncle's that Mom brings home to stay the night. But their logs are not as big as your log," as she lay her hand down alongside my bulging cock as if taking a measurement. "Yours is even getting larger!"
"Have you… ever seen the logs that your dollies sit on?" I smiled and reached out and patted her head softly cupping her chin in my hand, letting my hand gently caress her neck. "Have any of your Uncles touched you Stacey, I mean like Menlo touches Dorothy on her breasts and between her legs?"
"One of my Uncles started to touch me, but Mom came in to check on me, and he stopped. Mom says he is not allowed in the house anymore."
"What have you done with your Uncles Stacey, I'm interested in learning how they play so I can do a good job myself." My mind whirled with erotic thoughts of other men with this young innocent girl taking advantage of her.
"Well, I like Uncle Ron best. When he comes, he runs his hands all over me thru my clothes. His log grows bigger like yours too when he touches me."
"Oh, you like him touching you like that?" I let my hand wander down from her face to her shoulders as she nodded 'Yes' to my question. Becoming bolder, I caressed her shoulders with both hands, lightly massaging her.
"I like this," she replied. Her eyes closing to barely a slit and her mouth opened exposing her pink tongue moving side to side, as she moaned very quietly. Slowly continuing downward to her chest, I felt her small round breasts almost as if they were tiny ripe plums, so small in my hands. She almost fell backwards on the floor, so I lifted her up, spread my legs, and sat her astraddle my leg, right on top of my 'Log'. I felt the heat of her womanhood resting my leg. She wiggled her buttocks some, adjusting herself until my cock was directly under her tiny slit.
"Is that better Stacey; is my knee better than standing?" Her little hands put the two dollies on the desk and she held onto the edge of the desk, steadying herself, albeit precariously, on my leg.
"Yes, may I watch you while you work Mr. W? I promise to be a good girl and stay quiet," she spoke in earnest, looking at me with her blue eyes. I smiled widely thinking how impossible it was going to be to continue working while her little pussy was so close to my ever-hardening cock under her.
"Yes, you may." I pulled my chair a bit closer to the desk, picked up a journal and some papers and entered a few numbers in the columns. As I moved, she again adjusted her sitting position by wiggling her ass even more, rubbing her pussy on my cock, smiling more and more. I knew that she definitely making every effort to press herself against my cock. I started writing more numbers down trying not to pay attention to what she was doing, but saw her hand reach under her skirt and slip inside her panties. I felt her fingertips on her pussy gently rubbing herself, and by her position on me, felt the fingertips as well.
I smiled and continued working half-heartedly thinking of her playing with her own pussy as she sat on my knee. Several minutes passed and her breath was heavy and sporadic, her tongue licking her lips very frequently and her eyes almost closing as I worked. Putting the pencil down, I took hold of her wrist that was barely visible under the folds of her skirt and pulled her hand up. Her fingers were wet, completely covered in a light coating of her nectar. I moved her hand to her nose, letting her breath in her own scent, and pushed her fingers into her mouth. She eagerly started sucking and licking with her eyes still partially closed.
Pulling her fingers back, I lifted her skirt and guided her hand once more toward her panties. She looked at me with abandon in her eyes, and pulled her panties to the side, exposing her glistening young pussy slit. She raised up and deftly pulled her panties down and off, exposing a mat of short blond hair that covered her vagina like a tiny blanket. I watched fascinated as she toyed with her hair, pulling and parting it exposing the pink pouting labia lips that were covered with moisture, and began lightly fingering it.
I stood lifting her up, pushed the journals off my desk, and deposited her legs hanging over the edge, while I sat watching her masturbating display. Slowly I leaned forward between her legs, caressing her inner thighs with my hands. She must have felt my hot breath on her pussy as her knees spread even wider, and one of her hands timidly touched my hair. She was inviting me closer, the heady smell of her pussy was intoxicating, and the glorious sight of her pussy was more than amazing, so tiny, I'm sure her vagina opening was barely an inch long.
My hands went to her blouse and I fumbled with her buttons until I managed to get it open. Pulling it to the side, the sweet pouting mounds of flesh were jiggling like jello tipped with a dab of fruit in a peak at the center. I cupped her breasts with my large hands and heard a huge intake of breath as my fingertips gently tweaked on her nipples. I started kissing her stomach just above her pussy, working my way upward to her breasts, leaving a wet trail of saliva as I went. Sucking one breast entirely into my mouth, I licked her nipple rapidly. She was rapidly using her finger in her pussy, pushing one finger inside, working it in and out.
I spent many moments one breast after the other, sucking them into my mouth and lapping at her nipples, feeling her hand continuing to work her pussy. I could feel her body start to tense, and not wanting her to cum on her own hands, I lowered my face between her legs, and began licking her vagina from bottom to top using the flat of my tongue in wide swipes. She bucked and grabbed my ears, pulling my head further down on her pussy. Using my fingertips, I opened her labia wide and ran my tongue down the her exposed coral pink inner flesh, thrusting it in and out. My thumb sought the little mound of flesh that hid her clitoris, but it seemed to evade my attempts at finding it. Suddenly, I felt a rush of female juices squirt onto the mouth, lips and chin as she screamed out she was coming.
I lapped, sucked, and licked her sweetness, and just as I thought I had it cleaned, I was rewarded by several other quick squirts of her nectar on my face. The more I licked the more she seemed to cum; her body was wracked in convulsions as her buttocks humped my face repeatedly.
I could not believe how many times the young girl had cum. Almost ten minutes had passed before I felt her hands relax and release my head from her grip and her body slump backwards onto my desk with limp legs dangling down. There seemed to be a permanent smile on her face and her eyes seemed unfocused. I gazed at her delicious body, taking in the beauty of her small pointed breasts and blond pussy hair.
"Please Mr. W, may I see your log now. I've been a good girl haven't I? I didn't disrupt your work and I didn't make too many noises while you worked. Please, Please let me see it." My cock was, of course, ragingly hard, straining and pushing against my trousers as she sat up and discarded her clothing in a heap in the floor.
I hesitated, thinking that perhaps I had pushed my bounds with the little girl already. Before I could say anything, she stood naked before me and started kissing my face and neck. Her little hands opened the buttons on my shirt, exposing my muscular chest and it's sparse population of hair. She suckled softly on my nipples, mimicking my actions on her own. Next, she unclasped my belt, swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped my fly nervously pulling my trousers down around my ankles.
My shorts barely contained my cock; the tip of it was protruding beneath the leg like a tiny mushroom. Her hand moved to it, and gently touched it, marveling at it's softness, as her other hand felt the hard shaft above it. She moaned quietly, touching it, looking up at me.
"I've never felt the way you made me feel today; I want to please you like you pleased me." She bent over and kissed the tip of my cock; it leaped up with a mind of its own responding instantly to her kiss causing her to pull back quickly and giggle. "I have seen magazines where the girl puts this," she poked my cock with her fingertip, "in her mouth. Would you teach me to do that?"
Without waiting for a response, she tugged my shorts down and my cock leapt straight out nearly hitting her in the face as she knelt in front of me. I watched her take hold of my cock turning it back and forth, looking closely at it inquisitively.
"Tell me what to do Mr. W; I want to make you feel as wonderful as I felt." With her tiny hands still wrapped around my cock, I sighed.
"You begin by kissing it all over, top to bottom, French kissing, slowly not missing any of it." She started kissing it, stopped and murmured, "You mean using my tongue too, like this." Her little pink tongue extended from her mouth and she proceeded to kiss my hard shaft. I reached for her hand and cupped my balls with her fingers, "These are sensitive, be gently, don't squeeze them hard, but kiss them all over as well."
"Umm, Stacey, you are learning very well. See that little dribble on the tip of my cock? It is called pre-cum. When a man is aroused, his cock releases this pre-cum. Taste it and see if you like it." Using her tongue again on the tip of his cock, she licked the pre-cum, tasting it on her tongue and in her mouth. "Umm, yummy, like a salty treat."
"Now, open your mouth and let my cock slip into it. Your teeth will hurt me unless you learn to hold your lips slightly over them as it goes in. Try it, slowly, just a bit. The most sensitive part is the tip of the cock, the little mushroom head, followed by the underside of the cock." She opened her mouth and her lips touched my cock head causing it to jump a bit again at her touch. She pulled back, and then started again, opening her mouth wider, letting the tip slip inside.
"Clamp your lips around the head, holding it, and let your tongue play with the tip of it. Ahh, yes, good girl, just like that," as she followed my instructions perfectly. "Once you are comfortable with it, you can try to get more and more of it in your mouth. You will quickly learn how to swallow a mans cock completely and feel his tip tickling the back of your throat." Inch by inch, she worked more and more in her mouth, pulling off it to catch her breath, then trying to get it further down. "When you feel like it is comfortable, you should start going back and forth, letting it slip almost out of your mouth except for the tip, and then go back down on it. It feels really good to the man, slowly at first and then faster and faster."
She began getting used to the cock in her mouth and began bobbing her head more and more. As she got comfortable with it, the deeper it traveled into her mouth. My balls began bouncing against her chin lightly as she went deeper. She stopped for a moment, looking up at me, she said, "I'm getting good at this I think, do you like it." I nodded 'Yes' and pressed her head back down on my cock. She must have gotten excited about me liking it, and started bobbing deeper with each stroke, letting my balls slap her, until my cock was completely buried in her mouth, the tip banging on her tonsils. I kept pulling out and pushing it back in, more and more.
"Stacey, now for the final treat, you get a little snack. Are you hungry?" She again nodded her head empathically and I heard a muffled 'Yes, I'm hungry'. "Good, hold on, I'm going to give you my load, directly down your throat. Try to swallow it all. It will be just like that salty pre-cum you tasted before." I felt her head nodding with my dick deep in her mouth. I began moaning, groaning, and my legs stiffening, hips thrown forward, and started shooting my load deep down her throat.
I saw her eyes widen as the hot cum erupted in her mouth. She clamped her lips down hard and sucked as hard as she could, swallowing the greatest part of the load, with only a small amount dribbling out around her lips, and then only when she was bobbing her head. She did not gag, but kept opening her mouth to breath and swallow, more and more. I held my cock deep down her throat as the last of my cum shot out.
I stood still, resting while she continued valiantly to suck harder and harder on my cock. She slowly pulled off my cock and licked the cum that had spewed down on my balls clean using her fingers to push it into her mouth.
"Oh Mr. W! I just loved that so much," as she nestled her head down between my legs and lay still as I caressed her body softly. She picked her dollies up from the desk and playfully had Dorothy demonstrate on Menlo, what she had just done. "See Dorothy, that is what you must do for Menlo all the time," she squeaked in the little girl voice.
The girl was just that, a young girl, innocent enough always with several dolls in her hands which she seemed perfectly happy making believe they were boyfriend and girlfriend or mother and father. On some occasions, the daughter was left in the waiting room to occupy herself while mom went out and rode the trails while my daughters watched over her. I always chuckled seeing my daughters scurrying around the office doing their work and trying to keep the girl out of trouble as well thru my office window.
This day was different, as both my daughters who normally filled the office, had gone away for a week to a summer riding camp several hundred miles away, leaving me to man the office alone. The girl's mother arrived in quite a hurry pulling the little girl behind her with an overnight case.
"Mr. W., I would not normally ask this, but in the past you and your family have been so wonderful to my daughter, I hope that you can help me out this week by babysitting her," she barely paused to hear me say I was alone this week and my daughters were away, as she rushed on talking. "I should only be gone a couple of days and will pick her up when I return." She flashed a wide smile speaking again, "I'll owe you a big favor for doing this."
I started to protest, but she had already wheeled around, rushed out of the office and drove away, leaving the poor little girl standing next to her overnight case in my office. Shocked and at a loss, I looked at the girl who shyly smiled with her head turned slightly down.
"Hello, err, well, looks like you and I are going to be spending some time together. What is your name young lady?" I asked as I sat down in my desk chair flabbergasted.
"Stacey and this is Dorothy and Menlo, my dollies," she said holding her hands out showing me the two dolls as she stepped next to my chair putting them on my legs pretending they greeted me. "They are my best friends. They like you!"
I don't know why, but for some reason my cock began to slowly enlarge and snake down my pant leg forming a noticeable lump under my jeans. I adjusted my position in an attempt to conceal the bulge, but instead it became more pronounced. She started the dolls walking from my knee up, side by side.
"Oh, there's a place to sit Dorothy," she squeaked in a boy's voice. "Let's have a seat." Before I could move, her hands were busy positioning the two dolls into sitting positions on the bulge of my cock, and my face flushed red. It was quite erotic feeling her little hands manipulate the dolls, moving them back and forth across my length. "This is comfortable, it feels so soft," this time using her hand instead of the dolls, she ran it up and down it's length.
Regaining my senses, I gently moved her hand from my swelling cock, "You perhaps should not touch there," I whispered. Her eyes were moving from my face to the bulge and her lips were moving slightly as she started to frown.
"My dollies and I play the forest walk game all the time." She looked inquisitively at me, waiting for me to speak as her hands once again began fondling the outline of my cock through my jeans. "Your sitting log is much bigger than the others we have sat on, and much more comfortable says Dorothy."
"Hm, you mean you have played this forest game before, with someone else?" I watched her closely trying to detect if she was lying, but her eyes did not blink or look away as she replied.
"Oh yes, with my Uncle's that Mom brings home to stay the night. But their logs are not as big as your log," as she lay her hand down alongside my bulging cock as if taking a measurement. "Yours is even getting larger!"
"Have you… ever seen the logs that your dollies sit on?" I smiled and reached out and patted her head softly cupping her chin in my hand, letting my hand gently caress her neck. "Have any of your Uncles touched you Stacey, I mean like Menlo touches Dorothy on her breasts and between her legs?"
"One of my Uncles started to touch me, but Mom came in to check on me, and he stopped. Mom says he is not allowed in the house anymore."
"What have you done with your Uncles Stacey, I'm interested in learning how they play so I can do a good job myself." My mind whirled with erotic thoughts of other men with this young innocent girl taking advantage of her.
"Well, I like Uncle Ron best. When he comes, he runs his hands all over me thru my clothes. His log grows bigger like yours too when he touches me."
"Oh, you like him touching you like that?" I let my hand wander down from her face to her shoulders as she nodded 'Yes' to my question. Becoming bolder, I caressed her shoulders with both hands, lightly massaging her.
"I like this," she replied. Her eyes closing to barely a slit and her mouth opened exposing her pink tongue moving side to side, as she moaned very quietly. Slowly continuing downward to her chest, I felt her small round breasts almost as if they were tiny ripe plums, so small in my hands. She almost fell backwards on the floor, so I lifted her up, spread my legs, and sat her astraddle my leg, right on top of my 'Log'. I felt the heat of her womanhood resting my leg. She wiggled her buttocks some, adjusting herself until my cock was directly under her tiny slit.
"Is that better Stacey; is my knee better than standing?" Her little hands put the two dollies on the desk and she held onto the edge of the desk, steadying herself, albeit precariously, on my leg.
"Yes, may I watch you while you work Mr. W? I promise to be a good girl and stay quiet," she spoke in earnest, looking at me with her blue eyes. I smiled widely thinking how impossible it was going to be to continue working while her little pussy was so close to my ever-hardening cock under her.
"Yes, you may." I pulled my chair a bit closer to the desk, picked up a journal and some papers and entered a few numbers in the columns. As I moved, she again adjusted her sitting position by wiggling her ass even more, rubbing her pussy on my cock, smiling more and more. I knew that she definitely making every effort to press herself against my cock. I started writing more numbers down trying not to pay attention to what she was doing, but saw her hand reach under her skirt and slip inside her panties. I felt her fingertips on her pussy gently rubbing herself, and by her position on me, felt the fingertips as well.
I smiled and continued working half-heartedly thinking of her playing with her own pussy as she sat on my knee. Several minutes passed and her breath was heavy and sporadic, her tongue licking her lips very frequently and her eyes almost closing as I worked. Putting the pencil down, I took hold of her wrist that was barely visible under the folds of her skirt and pulled her hand up. Her fingers were wet, completely covered in a light coating of her nectar. I moved her hand to her nose, letting her breath in her own scent, and pushed her fingers into her mouth. She eagerly started sucking and licking with her eyes still partially closed.
Pulling her fingers back, I lifted her skirt and guided her hand once more toward her panties. She looked at me with abandon in her eyes, and pulled her panties to the side, exposing her glistening young pussy slit. She raised up and deftly pulled her panties down and off, exposing a mat of short blond hair that covered her vagina like a tiny blanket. I watched fascinated as she toyed with her hair, pulling and parting it exposing the pink pouting labia lips that were covered with moisture, and began lightly fingering it.
I stood lifting her up, pushed the journals off my desk, and deposited her legs hanging over the edge, while I sat watching her masturbating display. Slowly I leaned forward between her legs, caressing her inner thighs with my hands. She must have felt my hot breath on her pussy as her knees spread even wider, and one of her hands timidly touched my hair. She was inviting me closer, the heady smell of her pussy was intoxicating, and the glorious sight of her pussy was more than amazing, so tiny, I'm sure her vagina opening was barely an inch long.
My hands went to her blouse and I fumbled with her buttons until I managed to get it open. Pulling it to the side, the sweet pouting mounds of flesh were jiggling like jello tipped with a dab of fruit in a peak at the center. I cupped her breasts with my large hands and heard a huge intake of breath as my fingertips gently tweaked on her nipples. I started kissing her stomach just above her pussy, working my way upward to her breasts, leaving a wet trail of saliva as I went. Sucking one breast entirely into my mouth, I licked her nipple rapidly. She was rapidly using her finger in her pussy, pushing one finger inside, working it in and out.
I spent many moments one breast after the other, sucking them into my mouth and lapping at her nipples, feeling her hand continuing to work her pussy. I could feel her body start to tense, and not wanting her to cum on her own hands, I lowered my face between her legs, and began licking her vagina from bottom to top using the flat of my tongue in wide swipes. She bucked and grabbed my ears, pulling my head further down on her pussy. Using my fingertips, I opened her labia wide and ran my tongue down the her exposed coral pink inner flesh, thrusting it in and out. My thumb sought the little mound of flesh that hid her clitoris, but it seemed to evade my attempts at finding it. Suddenly, I felt a rush of female juices squirt onto the mouth, lips and chin as she screamed out she was coming.
I lapped, sucked, and licked her sweetness, and just as I thought I had it cleaned, I was rewarded by several other quick squirts of her nectar on my face. The more I licked the more she seemed to cum; her body was wracked in convulsions as her buttocks humped my face repeatedly.
I could not believe how many times the young girl had cum. Almost ten minutes had passed before I felt her hands relax and release my head from her grip and her body slump backwards onto my desk with limp legs dangling down. There seemed to be a permanent smile on her face and her eyes seemed unfocused. I gazed at her delicious body, taking in the beauty of her small pointed breasts and blond pussy hair.
"Please Mr. W, may I see your log now. I've been a good girl haven't I? I didn't disrupt your work and I didn't make too many noises while you worked. Please, Please let me see it." My cock was, of course, ragingly hard, straining and pushing against my trousers as she sat up and discarded her clothing in a heap in the floor.
I hesitated, thinking that perhaps I had pushed my bounds with the little girl already. Before I could say anything, she stood naked before me and started kissing my face and neck. Her little hands opened the buttons on my shirt, exposing my muscular chest and it's sparse population of hair. She suckled softly on my nipples, mimicking my actions on her own. Next, she unclasped my belt, swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped my fly nervously pulling my trousers down around my ankles.
My shorts barely contained my cock; the tip of it was protruding beneath the leg like a tiny mushroom. Her hand moved to it, and gently touched it, marveling at it's softness, as her other hand felt the hard shaft above it. She moaned quietly, touching it, looking up at me.
"I've never felt the way you made me feel today; I want to please you like you pleased me." She bent over and kissed the tip of my cock; it leaped up with a mind of its own responding instantly to her kiss causing her to pull back quickly and giggle. "I have seen magazines where the girl puts this," she poked my cock with her fingertip, "in her mouth. Would you teach me to do that?"
Without waiting for a response, she tugged my shorts down and my cock leapt straight out nearly hitting her in the face as she knelt in front of me. I watched her take hold of my cock turning it back and forth, looking closely at it inquisitively.
"Tell me what to do Mr. W; I want to make you feel as wonderful as I felt." With her tiny hands still wrapped around my cock, I sighed.
"You begin by kissing it all over, top to bottom, French kissing, slowly not missing any of it." She started kissing it, stopped and murmured, "You mean using my tongue too, like this." Her little pink tongue extended from her mouth and she proceeded to kiss my hard shaft. I reached for her hand and cupped my balls with her fingers, "These are sensitive, be gently, don't squeeze them hard, but kiss them all over as well."
"Umm, Stacey, you are learning very well. See that little dribble on the tip of my cock? It is called pre-cum. When a man is aroused, his cock releases this pre-cum. Taste it and see if you like it." Using her tongue again on the tip of his cock, she licked the pre-cum, tasting it on her tongue and in her mouth. "Umm, yummy, like a salty treat."
"Now, open your mouth and let my cock slip into it. Your teeth will hurt me unless you learn to hold your lips slightly over them as it goes in. Try it, slowly, just a bit. The most sensitive part is the tip of the cock, the little mushroom head, followed by the underside of the cock." She opened her mouth and her lips touched my cock head causing it to jump a bit again at her touch. She pulled back, and then started again, opening her mouth wider, letting the tip slip inside.
"Clamp your lips around the head, holding it, and let your tongue play with the tip of it. Ahh, yes, good girl, just like that," as she followed my instructions perfectly. "Once you are comfortable with it, you can try to get more and more of it in your mouth. You will quickly learn how to swallow a mans cock completely and feel his tip tickling the back of your throat." Inch by inch, she worked more and more in her mouth, pulling off it to catch her breath, then trying to get it further down. "When you feel like it is comfortable, you should start going back and forth, letting it slip almost out of your mouth except for the tip, and then go back down on it. It feels really good to the man, slowly at first and then faster and faster."
She began getting used to the cock in her mouth and began bobbing her head more and more. As she got comfortable with it, the deeper it traveled into her mouth. My balls began bouncing against her chin lightly as she went deeper. She stopped for a moment, looking up at me, she said, "I'm getting good at this I think, do you like it." I nodded 'Yes' and pressed her head back down on my cock. She must have gotten excited about me liking it, and started bobbing deeper with each stroke, letting my balls slap her, until my cock was completely buried in her mouth, the tip banging on her tonsils. I kept pulling out and pushing it back in, more and more.
"Stacey, now for the final treat, you get a little snack. Are you hungry?" She again nodded her head empathically and I heard a muffled 'Yes, I'm hungry'. "Good, hold on, I'm going to give you my load, directly down your throat. Try to swallow it all. It will be just like that salty pre-cum you tasted before." I felt her head nodding with my dick deep in her mouth. I began moaning, groaning, and my legs stiffening, hips thrown forward, and started shooting my load deep down her throat.
I saw her eyes widen as the hot cum erupted in her mouth. She clamped her lips down hard and sucked as hard as she could, swallowing the greatest part of the load, with only a small amount dribbling out around her lips, and then only when she was bobbing her head. She did not gag, but kept opening her mouth to breath and swallow, more and more. I held my cock deep down her throat as the last of my cum shot out.
I stood still, resting while she continued valiantly to suck harder and harder on my cock. She slowly pulled off my cock and licked the cum that had spewed down on my balls clean using her fingers to push it into her mouth.
"Oh Mr. W! I just loved that so much," as she nestled her head down between my legs and lay still as I caressed her body softly. She picked her dollies up from the desk and playfully had Dorothy demonstrate on Menlo, what she had just done. "See Dorothy, that is what you must do for Menlo all the time," she squeaked in the little girl voice.
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