bustymcpretty

the minibar has mini bottles of tequila. We deide it'd be a good idea to get a little toasty before our first shoot. Relax a bit and have a little fun. The tequila immediately hits my vital organs. I'm feeling good and ready for whatever the night brings.
I brought a bunch of different outfits for posing in the photos. They are a little cornball. I hope he doesn't think I'm a total loser.
"So should we start?" I say as I grab my bag and head for the bathroom to change.
"You bet!" he replies.
In the bathroom and tear through my bag of "costumes" trying to pick the perfect one to shock him with. I choose this little reddish-maroon see-through nightie. It's the type that has the little dangling clips on the end around the clips. I'm not sure what they clip... pantyhose? I just let them dangle against my solid thighs. I check my face in the mirror. I grab my tube of red lipstick and reapply a layer. I look at myself in the mirror and take a big breath. "Here goes nothing", I say to myself. I reach for the doorknob and twist.
I step out with strappy black high heels on. I stand in the doorway of the motel room and prop myself against the door frame crossing one leg over the other. His back is facing me. He's scoping the view out the window. I clear my throat to get his attention. He looks back at me, blink continuously, jaw drops, and he accidentally splashes some tequila on the floor.
"Wow" he stammers.
I blush and giggle.
"I'm ready for my closeup" I say to him in a hollywood starlet accent.
"Are you ever!" he says.
I walk over to the clock radio. I flick on some good tunes with a sexy bass beat. I sit cross legged on the bed waiting for you set up the sheet and the camera. I can't help but sway and bounce to the music. While you are working on the setup you keep looking back at me and smiling. This makes me warm all over.
Finally it's all ready.
I take a quick shot of tequila. How many did I have now? Oh well, who cares?!
Amazingly, there's this gorgeous vintage chair in the room. I decide I should try some contortionist moves on it. I wing my legs around the top of the chair. I lean the rest of my body upside down on the chair.
*snap* *snap* goes the camera.
I spin around sit in the chair with my legs spread open. I'm feeling pretty drunk and randy now. I keep flashing him the "come and get me" grin. I notice his pants getting tighter in the crotch area. Her pants are a thing material so I can see the outline of his hard cock eager to burst through the seams. My mouth waters.
I really wanted to take pictures, but I'm starting to care less and less about them. I start pulling down the top part of my nightie revealing one breast and an erect nipple. I bite my lip, hoping he puts down the camera.
*snap* *snap*
I remember that he said he was going to be good and not put any moves on me. The ball was in my court.
A really good sexy dancing song came on. I start moving instead of posing. I slowly take down the other strap of my naughty wear. He looks up from the camera. I stare straight into them, right into the core of his being. He returns my stare and I get goosebumps. I shimmy the rest of the nightie off of my charged body. I stand there naked wearing only high heels. I turn around and bend over to unstrap them flashing him my cunt.
*snap* *snap*
Barefoot now and horny as hell, I dance my way slowly up him. The shortened distance ruining possibilities of good shots, he looks up from the helm. his expression excited yet curious. I move closer, grab the tripod with the camera on it and move it into the corner.
"We won't be needing this anymore tonight," I whisper in his ear as I pull his head closer and closer to me. With my hands cupping his cheeks I pull him in for a sensual kiss. I dip my tongue in and out of his mouth. He reaches around my waist and pulls me into him. I feel his hard cock pressing against my abdomen. Knowing how turned on he already is drives me crazy. I take my right hand and move it down his torso, letting my fingers play against his chest hair, pinch his nipples ever so slightly, and continue to move further and further south. I take my index finger and hook into the waistline of his pants. I graze my finger along his treasure trail and tease his pelvic area. Still kissing passionately, I work my hand into the front of his pants. I walk my fingers over his stiff erection. I cup it in my hands and start to work it up and down. He pulls out of the kiss to gasp and shutter.

I dream of a place... under the moon.... in the middle of a field... under a weeping willow tree... by a pond... with belching frogs... cricket musicians... warm breeze bringing lilac aroma to our nares... on a blanket... on our backs... myslef in a flowy skirt and a button up tanktop... you in khaki cargos and a wife beater... bodies side by side... arms lightly brushing... staring up at the vast universe above... I hope for a falling star... so I can make a wish... a wish that I will muster the gumption to make a move on you... serendipitously a star flashes and falls into the unknown... I inhale deeply and grin... it feels like we're on another planet... there are not houses and not civilization in sight... I can't pass up the moment... the moment where everything feels peaceful in the world... like nothing could ever be wrong... I move my hand on top of yours... you open yours up to mine and envelope it with your kind warmth... Our fingers dance with one another and our palms collide... our souls finally unleashed on one another through our bodily contact... every cel of my body is electrically charged by our energies colliding... my mouth water and my entire body yearns for your touch... my soul thirsts for more and more of your current... you roll over closer to me on the blanket... you are on your side with your other hand free... you look into my eyes that reflect the moon back into your eyes... you take your free hand and stroke the backside of your fingers against my cheek, following my jawline down... you take your index finger and trace my lips... you drive my crazy... crazy with hunger for you... my restless tongue reaches out to stroke your finger... I take your whole finger into my mouth and suck and tongue twist it all the way to the tip... you pull your finger out slowly... and bring your face closer and closer to me... you make your landing bringing our lips together for the first time... it is a slow delicate kiss... I reach my hands around your head... running my fingers up through your hair... I plunge my tongue into your mouth... We play with each other's mouths... sucking and pulling at top and bottom lips... I open my eyes while you're kissing me... and you return my gaze intensely and move into my mouth harder with your tongue... without dropping gaze you slide your hand up my inner thigh under skirt... I gasp and exhale right into your mouth... your hand reaches its destination to find there are no panties obstructing your motives... you maneuver two fingers into my folds to discover a dripping pot of cunt honey....

I moved into a new house. I have a new bed. The bed frame has these golden rods for a headboard. It would be perfect for tying up the wrists of a gorgeous, voluptious woman. Slide her panties of her hips. I begin my performance of teasing. I stroke the sides of her hour glass figure. I move my hands down to her legs all the way to her feet. I move my hands delicately up her inner legs. I reach her pleasure zone, but lightly stroke the areas right around the pussy. This drives her nuts. I tongue her inner thighs. I lusciously lick the creases on either side of her wet pussy. She arches her back begging for more. She moans, "Fuck! Lick my PUSSY already! I need you!" I bury my face in her labia love nest hoping to burst the dam and taste the river of ecstacy. Taking each fold of her pussy into my mouth and massing it with my tonuge. I work my way up the clit and flick my tongue at it rapidly. Her hands pull at the handcuffs, shuttering in pleasure..... to be continued.....

Every class period he sits there in the middle of the room with his legs spread open with his right leg resting on his other knee. His pants are pulled tightly against his crotch. I see the outline of the mushroom head of his cock. I drool. I’m trying to get an education and all I can think about is riding the professor until he screams dirty things in another language. When his eye contact scans the room he holds mine for a tasty moment longer than the rest of the girls. I fire up my “I wanna fuck you” eyes. I notice his adam’s apple move up and down with a flustered gulp.
Everyday the same tortuous eye contact flirtations. The attraction, the lust, it builds and builds with every day that passes. It’s gotten to the point where I have to take bathroom breaks after class and massage my hungry pussy. I think to myself, “maybe if I just wait until he’s not my professor anymore… maybe I can just ravenously attack him…?”
For 4 months, this consistent lusting exchange has gone on. He has to know I want him. He has to feel it in my stare. I feel it in his. I can tell by our conversations and his questions that I intrigue him. Little things he brings up… all the little things he remembers. You don’t remember those things unless you have something else invested in thought over that person. It’s just not natural.
At night, alone in my room, I listen to sexy bass beat music, and I think of how sexy he looked in class today. The beats pump the blood through my veins reaching my delicate girl parts. I bite my lip thinking about the ecstacy of our dreamt up sexual encounter. I make up something sassy to masturbate to. Something where he finds me in the lunchroom and our eye contact makes plans to do something about our carnal desires for each other. I give him a “come hither” grin and motion him to follow me. I walk down a hall way to the girl’s bathroom that has a lock. I imagine ALL of the animal fucking going on in that bathroom… and I lay in my bed under my velour sheets and stroke my pussy lips. Up and down the slippery slope… plunging my fingers deep into my hot gap… I moan my beloved professor’s name… and I swivel my hips to feel my fingers on all of my walls. I quit with the finger and grab my thin pillow. I do a final pull of juices from my pussy so it’s good and sloppy… then I shove the edge of the pillow in between my lips. I ride it hard… pretending it’s the huge cock I imagine my professor to have. I pretend he’s suckling up my neck and digging his finger nails into my ass. I shake and cum, drenching my pillow with my feminine ecstacy juice.
In class, I look at him, he looks back and I wonder if he can read my thoughts. I wonder if he knows I came like the Amazon River the night before thinking about his cock filling my voids. He’s probably oblivious. It’s so hard to concentrate in class when he wears those square fitting khaki pants. They make his cock line look delicious. That shirt, every time I see it I just want to rip the buttons open and stroke his chest-rip my own shirt off-press my bare breasts up against him. His muscular neck, it intices me with ever movement he makes. I want to take my tongue and dance it up to his jawline.
I can’t believe I’ve spent this entire semester sexually obsessing over this professor. You’d think it’d be a waste of time. It’s actually really awakened my libido… and if I picture the teacher while fucking my boyfriend I actually orgasm. It’s a beautiful thing. Even if it is a lie, it still feels good for both of us.
It’s graduation day and nothing has happened with the professor. My heart is heavy and my pussy wet. I drape my gown over my shoulders, place the cap securely on my head. I walk proudly down the aisle.
I did it. The whole shabang is over. I walk out into the front lawn of the arena. I do the whole family thing. They all depart into their cars. I start to follow my Mom into the parking lot when my professor, the professor, pulls up in a Subaru Outback and honks. I look around me to make sure the beep was not meant for someone else. He honks again and motions with his arm for me to get my ass over there.
I walk up to the passenger window. Due to the emanating heat it’s rolled down. I lean in, unveiling cleaving breasts.
I nervously bite my lips and say, “So, what’s up?”
“I know you are probably supposed to go to grad party things and all of that hoopla, but I think you should get in my car.” He declares.
Not about to think twice I grab the door latch, fling the door open and hop in.
“Okay!” I nod at him.
He squeals out of the school parking lot. The wind tosses my hair all over the place, like a wild animal… or a horse running so fast in bliss with its freedom. I look over at him with a sly, flirty look. I have to admit, I’m kind of baffled as to this whole event. What is this? He returns my look and winks at me. He takes his right had off of the stick shift and rests it on my left thigh. He moves his fingers up and down like he’s playing the piano-It kind of tickles so I squeal softly and blush. I can’t believe this is happening.
I open my big yap, “So, uh… Where exactly are we going?”
He sighs and pats my left leg, “Darlin’, today you are no longer my student. I know I may be overstepping my boundaries, but if you have been feeling what I think you’ve been feeling, then we’re going to my apartment. So, have your lusty eyes been lying to me? Do I need to turn around and drop you off at school?”
“Don’t you dare turn around! I’m curious to see your apartment,” I exclaim.
He whips the car into a neatly paved driveway in the ritzy side of town. He turns off the car and motions for me to stay seated. He runs around the car and opens my door. He grabs my hand to help me out. This is the first time we’ve actually touched. My pussy lips quiver and my heart shutters. He pulls me by the hand through his front door. He slams it shut.
Immediately he cups my face with his hands and passionately kisses me, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. I wrap my arms firmly around his torso like a bear hug pulling him closer to me. He grabs my wrists and slams them against the wall over my head, forcing me to stand tiptoed. His passionate kisses push me up and down against the wall. With arms pinned down there’s nothing for me to do but enjoy it. He delves his lips onto my neck, suckling and pulling at my sensitive skin. Every cell of my body is quivering in bliss. He looks deeply into my eyes and says, “I’ve wanted you like this for the entire, tortuous semester! That look, your eyes so intense staring at me in class. I have to concentrate so hard not to pop a fucking boner in front of the whole class.”
“Good,” I say, “You’ve tortured me just as bad. Do you know how many times I’ve wished my fingers were your stiff cock? Do you know how many school bathrooms you’ve forced me into?”
“I have a bedroom I can force you into…” he says sly.
“Well, you better have one… or I’m leaving” I say.
“you are definitely not leaving! Not yet!” with that he grabs he puts an arm under my knees and one at my back and he picks me up! I am shocked. People still do this? He carries me to his bedroom. Drops me in the bed. There are rose petals strewn about the bed and champagne in glasses on the nightstand. I sense a bit of premeditation. This makes my pussy flow.
He flips on his stereo across the room. Rusted Root emanates from the speakers. He dances back to the bed. It’s very cute. He gets on the bed and straddles me. He slides my shirt up the edges of my abs. When the shirt is still on over my head he nibbles my neck. I scream. He laughs. Lying there on my professor’s bed in a skirt and my bra I start to feel uncomfortable. He senses it. He leans into my face. He lays completely on my body and hugs my at the sides.
“Sweet, sweet girl, this is so right… don’t you dare feel awkward about it!”
I smile broadly and giggle. “I don’t! I won’t!” I turn red.
I reach over and down a glass of champagne. I breathe deeply. I become empowered suddenly. I flip him over on his back. I unbutton his dress shirt, seductively kissing each part of his chest as it’s revealed. His eyes are closed, soaking it all in. As I get closer to his waistline his boner is standing proudly inside his dress pants. I slide his shirt out from under him and toss it on the floor. I pull his belt out of its buckle prison. With one sleek move I rip his belt from his pants. Then I unbutton and unzip his pants. It’s time for erection liberation. I crawl down his torso so my mouth is level with his hard cock. I shimmy his pants off of him. He’s wearing the sexiest boxer briefs. I run my hands up his legs and up his boxers. I cup his cock and work it up and down. He closes his eyes and grunts. I pull it out of the boxer’s slit. It’s pulsing, begging for me to take it into my mouth. I unleash my wild tongue on the head of his penis. I can taste his salty precum. I can’t get enough of it. I plunge his entire cock in my mouth, deep throating it. I flex my tongue up and down his shaft. He grabs on to my ears and pulls me head in and out. While I’m sucking him off he reaches around my back and unlatched my bra. My breasts cascade from my chest. I pull his dick out of my mouth. I take my tits and completely envelope his erection. Squeezing up and down and in and out. His mouth gapes open in pleasure. This makes my lips moist to know I have such an effect. I’m too horny to keep this foreplay going on forever. I want to feel him in me so badly. My cunt has been starving for him for 4 months. He hits the same peak decision. We simultaneously rip the rest of each other’s clothes off.
Completely naked I take another gulp of my champagne. Once I set the glass down he grabs my legs and pulls me onto my back. He plunges his tongue deep inside me. His tongue is so long. He can almost reach my g-spot. He pulls his tongue out and flicks at my clit, making me shutter through my whole body. His oral skills are so good it orgasms me near a state of crying. He pulls his tongue out of my pussy and licks up my stomach to my breasts, suckling each nipple hard. My mouth gapes open and gasp and moan, begging for more.
His hand reaches around and strokes my cunt. He pulls the juices out with his fingers and smears them all over my lips and clit. I’m so preoccupied with him sucking my nipples off I barley notice his hand movements.
Suddenly, he stops sucking my nipples grabs my face for a kiss and plunges his firm cock deep inside the hidden depths of my honey pot. I feel my entire body melt away. I am nothing but orgasms. I claw at his back and grab his ass forcing him deep and deeper within me. I sway my hips back and forth feeling him rub against every part of my insides.
As he holds his cock inside me I flex my pussy muscles in and out, massaging his dick. His eyes are shut tight and he’s grunting like a wild animal! We ride each other rhythmically, hips pumping pleasure into hips. Through body spasms of bliss we manage to lock onto each other’s lips. We passionately kiss as our genitals bond us together. We slide off the end of the bed, but it doesn’t stop us! I keep riding him on his hard wood floor. The sexiest song is on… it makes this peak so perfect. The song’s pace picks up and I start fucking him hard and continuously. It’s definitely the sprint to the finish line. His cock pulsates inside the walls of my pleasure center. I pull him deeper with my muscles. Our bodies are colliding so fast and continuously… we both burst at the same time flowing our love juices over his floor. As we orgasm together I lick my tongue all the way up his neck to the back of his ear. We finish while holding each other close. So close our hearts are beating in time with one another. I do a last few pumps with my pusy muscles making sure he’s empty. I release his cock from my venus guy trap.
We look at each other lovingly and laugh!
“Wow! I can’t believe that just happened!” I shout while holding his head in my arms.
“I can… you’re kind of a slut…” he said while smiling jokingly. I slugged him in the gut.
“Fuck you!” I yell! I tried to pull out of his grasp, but he won’t let me. He smiles at me and me and pulls me forcefully into his embrace. He kisses me with the delicate essence of a foreign lover. His tongue plays across my lips. I can’t get enough of him. I really can’t stay any longer though. I postponed my grad party long enough.
“I really need to go!” I exclaim.
“You have to go?” he whips out the puppy dog stare.
I sigh. “Yes! But here’s my number. You can call me anytime.” With that I jot down my number on a pad by his bed. I jump into my articles of clothing, grab my purse and off I go to catch the bus.

I was cleaning my cupboards today... and they smell like pee! What the fuck?! Who peed in my cupboards? Uck. Maybe the comet just mixed with the wood grain and made a funny smell. I hope that is the case.
Cleaning is kind of arousing... I was hoping for a hot mailman today to come to the door... and put a package in my slit! ;)

You can't beat a sweet afternoon delight. If you can find an afternoon fuck buddy... blessed be your soul!

I'm hoping to get into some erotic tales to post here.