Megan's Unusual Proclivities - Excerpt

"I love your tits, Megan.  Take off your top so I can get a better look," he said.

I did as he asked and continued to strut back and forth.

"You are so fucking hot!  Your tits are driving me crazy!" he exclaimed as he walked over to me.

I loved it when he talked dirty to me.  It got me so aroused.

He placed his grubby hands on the sides of my tits and leaned in close to me.  I could smell his foul breath and almost gagged.  His teeth were all rotted, and I doubted he even bothered to brush them.  I held my breath as he kissed me on the lips, and then, as his thumb and forefingers grabbed my stiff nipples, he drove his tongue into my mouth.  I almost gagged from the foul smell assaulting my senses but more powerful was the pleasure he brought to my nipples as he squeezed them.  It started a chain reaction that moved down to my clit and blossomed out from there encompassing my whole cunt which was quickly heating up.

Our tongues were intertwined as he worked my tits, squeezing and pulling on my nipples.  I grew weak in the knees as the heat built in my loins, and I approached an orgasm in only a matter of minutes.

How could an old man have this kind of effect on me?  I tried to understand what got me so turned on by someone who was sixty years older than me.  There was no reasonable explanation.  Right now it certainly wasn't his cock.  He was still fully dressed.

Just as quickly as it started, it stopped; and he backed away leaving me there panting and silently begging for more.

"You are fucking amazing, Megan!" he exclaimed.

"Thank you, Mr. Wilson," I said.

"I can't get enough of your tits," he replied.

"I'm glad you like them."

"Like what, Megan?" he asked.

"I'm glad you like my tits," I explained.

I knew he was testing me.  He liked to hear me use the word tits.

"I love them, you little slut.  Now get your hands behind your neck!" he ordered.

I complied, standing on shaky legs.  He had me so aroused.

"Good, that's real good!  Now twist your hips back and forth and get those tits moving!"

I didn't want to do that.  I knew how much they would hurt moving freely back and forth.  My tits were not light, and it was a lot of weight to be hefting around, but I obeyed.  I twisted my hips and my tits swayed back and forth smacking into each other and hitting my sides with each turn.

"Look at those tits move!" he exclaimed as he adjusted the video camera.

"Faster!" he ordered.

I tried to pivot my hips faster for him.

"Come on, you can do better than that.  Faster!" he demanded.

I tried.  I really tried.

"Get those fucking tits moving!" he yelled as he walked up to me and started slapping them as they flopped back and forth wildly on my chest.

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

He continued to slap them as I dared not stop moving my hips, keeping them in motion.  They were turning red and the pain was excruciating, but in the midst of it all I felt the itch increase in my clit and my cunt juice dribbling down my leg.  I was getting off on the abuse he heaped upon me.

"That's enough!  Stop!" he finally ordered.

I was so relieved.  I didn't know how long I could keep that up.  My tits ached horribly from the abuse they received, and all that time the video recorder caught everything on tape.

"Get your skirt off, Megan, but keep the shoes on," he said.

I was like a toy to him.  He wasn't even asking.  He was simply ordering me around like he owned me.  It's a damn good thing that I found it exciting; otherwise I would have been out of there.

"Look at you!  Your pussy is all wet!" he exclaimed.  "You are nasty!"

I felt so embarrassed, but it was true.  I was more than wet down there.

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