05-05-2019, 11:55 PM
Chapter- 6
Samir’s lube coated hand had been busy, the second load coming surprisingly quickly after the first one as he brought up other pictures of me on his screen. These were ones he’d created himself using the Photoshop program, he’d a numbers of pictures of my attractive face that he’d edited, cropping off the rest of my body other than my head down to my neck. He’d finished that off by adding a chunky or wide necklace to the shots, giving the headshot of me a bold distinctive edge, this allowed him to transfer that headshot of me onto pictures he’d downloaded into his files from various internet sites. The wide necklace creating a natural border between my face and the original model’s body, making for a better color match; he’d cut and paste layers from those originals until the model’s face was covered while leaving the rest of her body intact. He’d than add my face into the shot, a little manipulation of the colors and scaling the new part to fit was often necessary but the results were usually realistic and Samir loved his collection. For the second load, he’d switched from the white bikini pics to some of me in corsets and stockings, the slappy sticky sounds of his pumping hand had filled the room before he’d sent the second load straight into the waiting bra cups, thoughts of spraying his cum over my real tits filling his head. With that second load out of the way, he’d washed the greasy lube off his hand and set to work on editing some new pictures that he’d downloaded. He was just working on the second of the new pics he’d downloaded when he heard me coming out of my room. He didn’t think much of it at first but then my footsteps seemed to be hurrying down the stairs, which he thought was strange. With his curiosity now piqued, he quietly opened his door, he listened closely and then heard the murmur of voices coming from the area of the front door.
Samir could make out my tone voice but the other was a low, masculine rumble which sounded vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place it. Wanting to know what was going on, he strode back into his room and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. The voices seemed closer now as he made his way out of his room, stealthily making his way down the darkened hallway, he came to the corner near the start of the wide curving stairway and peered around the edge. “What the fuck?” Samir said to himself as he saw his three bullies sitting at the kitchen table with me. Javed was talking to me quietly, wondering what we were doing there, Samir hunkered down in the shadows and watched and listened, after settling down on his haunches, he was able to make out most of our words even though we were keeping our voices low. Samir figured I must have told them he was upstairs and probably sleeping, so Samir had stayed hidden in the darkness and taken in everything that had happened right down to me licking up every milky gob of the bullies cum while I got myself off with my fingers. He’d watched my hand work vigorously between my legs as I’d leaned over the table, licking up the warm semen ravenously. When I’d sat back in the chair to compose myself, Samir had taken a last look at my gleaming spunk covered face and retreated to his room, his brain swirling to the point he was almost staggering, his heart racing. Now he sat at his desk in front of his computer, trying to comprehend everything that he’d just seen, he had to admit he wasn’t surprised at the scam the bullies had pulled preying on his sister’s kind-heartedness in order to satisfy their own perverted pleasure.
But Samir had been surprised by the look of wanton desire on my face as I’d jerked them off, it was clear as anything that I was enjoying it, even as I tried to keep my feeling somewhat subdued on the outside. When I eagerly made a meal of the puddles of semen on the table, it put any thoughts of me possible reluctance to rest. What was really troubling Samir more than anything were his own thoughts of what he’d seen and how he’d reacted. He knew he should have been angry with his bullies for the way they conned his sister into jerking them off, any proper brother would have been incensed by what they’d done but Samir had reacted differently. He was somewhat embarrassed and guilt ridden to admit that watching what had happened had aroused him tremendously. His breath had started to come in rapid gasp when Nasim first whipped out his cock and I started to stroke it and it became quickly clear how much I was enjoying it; it didn’t take long before Samir felt his own pecker tenting out the front of his baggy sweatpants wishing it was his cock I was stroking. Samir wanted badly to reach down and jerk it off as he watched me, the rapturous look on my face turning him on even more. But for some reason-maybe because he knew what the boys were like-he knew there’d likely be more come than just Nasim getting jerked off. So he’d used all his willpower to keep his hands off his throbbing cock and just remained hidden and watched, his wide eyes taking in every lurid detail. He was right about there being more and he wasn’t surprised when Basim replaced Nasim, presenting his erect cock to me as if he knew that I was waiting for it once I’d finished with Nasim.
Samir noticed that Basim was really well-hung too, even bigger than Nasim and he could see the lustful wanton look in my eyes as I sized up Basim’s rigid cock. Samir was envious of the boys and their big cocks, knowing his wasn’t anywhere close to that size and he could see how I looked at them hungrily. He even saw my tongue instinctively slip out of my mouth and circle wetly around my pouty red lips once or twice, he wasn’t surprised as I didn’t seem to hesitate very long before I started stroking Basim’s cock. Although Samir cock felt like an iron bar in his pants and he could feel pre-cum oozing from the tip, he still managed to keep his hands off it knowing that watching my lewd slutty behavior would have him going off in a second if he touched it. That was all fine and good until Javed brought out his monster, with two loads of cum splashed across the table, Samir watched as Javed eventually stood next to me and then slowly undid his pants. When Javed reached into the opening and pulled out his long, thick cock, Samir thought he was almost going to pass out. Javed’s cock was HUGE FUCKING HUGE! Samir had seen a lot of porn, with well hung black guys making it with white women and there were few that had a weapon as big and thick as Javed’s. Samir watched as Javed’s enormous cock stiffened and extended until it reached full erection, the broad, flared head as big as an apple, the thick shaft looking like the handle of deadly club. Samir saw the same look in my eyes, my brown orbs sparking with desire as I eventually took hold of the massive cock, my hand looking so small and dainty against Javed’s thrusting erection.
Samir so wished he’d a cock like that and that it was his huge cock that my hand was wrapped around, with those envious thoughts running rampant in his brain, when I started stroking it, Samir couldn’t contain himself any longer. He felt dizzy with excitement as he reached into his sweatpants and wrapped his fingers around his cock, he’d barely stroked it two or three times before he felt himself going off, spraying his load all over the inside of his pants. His eyes were riveted to my stroking hand and the look of pure rapture on my face as I pumped Javed’s huge cock, Samir’s own hand stroking rapidly back and forth within the confined of his sweats. Samir slumped against the wall as he finished but he still kept looking at my hand on Javed’s cock, the black boy’s rod dripping gooey cock-sap all over the table at this point. He looked back at my face, noticing the hungry look in my brown eyes as I gazed over the huge mess of cum on my table, my tongue once more circling my lips provocatively. Samir was shocked to notice that his own cock hadn’t gone down one little bit, he was still rock hard. He’d already come three times tonight and yet his cock was rigid as it had ever been. He looked back at the lurid spectacle taking place in the dining room below him and he couldn’t help it as his eyes went right to Javed’s throbbing horse-cock, eagerly watching me as I jerked it off. Samir was awash with shame but couldn’t stop himself from watching me enthusiastically stroke the thick wand back and forth. Samir could see that my eyes were glazed over with desire, my face glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Samir slid his hand back into his sweatpants and started stroking his rigid cock, eagerly watching the lewd scene below, when Javed started to shoot; Samir watched the long white ropes launched out over the table, his bully’s massive load overwhelming the mess already left by his two friends. As soon as Javed started shooting, Samir looked at my face, seeing my eyes open wide and my mouth gape open as I watched the young black man paste my table with a massive load of milky teenage cum. That look of pure rapture on my face hit Samir right in the groin, he felt the semen speed up the shaft of his own throbbing cock; he leaned against the wall as he started to go off in his pants again, his eyes watching the tip of Javed’s magnificent cock yawn open as the black boy continued to ejaculate, absolutely flooding the table with glistening cum, me looking at my spunk-covered table hungrily. Totally spent, Samir had sat there as he slowly regained his breath, watching the boys kiss and grope me before they left, he was then shocked to see my lurid display as I’d sucked and lapped up every drop of their cum getting myself off at the same time. When I’d finished and sat back, Samir returned to his room, ridden with guilt and trying to make sense of everything he’d seen. Quietly closing the door behind him, he pulled off his sweatpants. “Oh fuck” he said to himself as he looked at the mess on the inside of his pants, the two loads clinging lewdly to the black material. He had his own en-suite bathroom in his room and cleaned himself up and then donned a pair of old boxers that he wore to sleep in.
Sitting in front of his computer, Samir replayed everything he’d seen in the encounter between me and his bullies, especially remembering the looks of blissful rapture of my face. He’d seen how excited I’d gotten, how I’d not even noticed as my robe slipped further and further open, my perfect breasts looking amazing in my sexy green nighty. He subconsciously started to move his computer mouse, pulling up Photo shopped pics he’d of me in sexy sleepwear. It wasn’t long until he pumped out another load, dropping this one into the cups of my bra as well, he cleaned himself up once more and got into bed, hoping that sleep would take his mind off the things that had happened. He slept restlessly all night, his brain working overtime with illicit thoughts of me, what the bullies had done to me-and more than that-what they might do to me next. He woke out of his fitful sleep twice during the night with a hard-on, his teenage cock in need of relief; he jerked off each time and then again with his usual morning boner, the soft morning light filtering in dreamily around his curtains as he pumped a load high into the air, thinking about shooting his load onto the dining room table for me to lick up. Samir showered and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt before coming downstairs, wondering how I would be this morning. As he came down the stairs, the distinctive scent of frying potato drifted his way, making him realize how hungry he was. “Good morning sleepyhead…how are you doing today…” I said, I came out from behind the fridge door with a carton of eggs in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other. I was lively and vivacious as I faced him across the granite-topped island in the kitchen. Samir noticed that I’d already showered and dressed for the day, my black hair pulled back in a loose bun with a few stray tendrils licking teasingly at my neck and I was already wearing makeup, which was unusual for this early in the morning, especially a Saturday morning.
I was wearing a sundress in brilliant yellow; it fit snugly on the upper part of my body before flaring out playfully over my wide hips, the ruffled hem ending quite high on my thighs. My legs were bare, showing off my nice tan, on my feet I wore strappy yellow sandals, with a flat sole, the shoes looked perfect with the summery dress-somewhat fancy, but suitable for a casual day in the sun. The bodice of the dress, the material up top was made of some kind of stretchy fabric, which hugged my torso and my giant tits alluringly; two straps went over my shoulders leaving my arms and shoulders bare, my skin nicely tanned like my legs. The front had a deeply-scooped rounded neckline; Samir almost licked his lips as he took in the impressive upper swells of my breasts and the dark teasing line of cleavage that disappeared down between my massive guns. Through the bright yellow fabric, he could make out the lines of my bra, he knew from some of his past jerking sessions that the bra was yellow as well, a gorgeous soft corn-silk yellow with intricate lace covering nearly the entire surface of each big cup. Like all of my bras, it was heavily reinforced with wire, which was necessary to carry the heavy load that was required by the sexy garment, Samir would have bet anything that I was wearing the matching pair of silk yellow panties that he knew I’d brought as a set with the bra. He’d painted the pronounced cups of that bra with his semen a number of times previously usually while he’d had the matching panties in his mouth, his lips and tongue working to draw out my precious juices. Samir looked closely at my tits in the supportive bra, it looked to him like more of my soft tit flesh was being pushed up than before.
“Samir? Are you all right, dear? I asked how are you and you just seem to be standing there daydreaming?” I asked, my words broke Samir out of his stupor. “Sorry Didi…I’m okay…just a little slow waking up…I guess…” he said as he came around the counter and poured himself a glass of juice. “Well…I’m making scrambled eggs and potatoes…I just poured you a cup of coffee…that should wake you up…now you’re in charge of toast…rest of the stuff is almost ready…so you better hop to it…” I said and gave him a big smile and ruffled his hair playfully before turning back to the stove. Samir couldn’t believe how bright and carefree I was acting, my voice was as cherry as my yellow dress. Had last night really happened or had he just been dreaming? He gave his head a shake to try and clear his thoughts; he slid some bread into the toaster and then looked over at me from the side, noticing the way the skirt part of my dress flared out over my curvy bum. He pictured flipping the back of the dress up and sliding his cock into me from behind, right there as I stood at the stove. He knew that image he was picturing was definitely a dream. “So why are you dressed up this early on a Saturday morning?” Samir asked as he started buttering the toast while I divided up the food onto our plates. “Oh…I guess you’ve never seen this dress before…have you?” I replied as I set the plated down on the table, I looked down at what I was wearing, my slender fingers running down over my trim waist and then out over my wide hips. “It is fairly new…I don’t think I’ve worn it before…do you like it?” I did a twirl, the flounced skirt flying up playfully showing more of my full creamy thighs. Samir gulped as he brought the plate with the toast to the table, his eyes feasting on my lush sexy body.
Samir took in as much as could, his gaze relishing every pronounced mound and inviting valley of my voluptuous form. “Uh…it…it looks great…I’m just not used to you being dressed up this early in the morning…” he stammered out. “Well …I know the guys were coming over for a swim sometime today…I just wanted to be ready in case they came over early…I didn’t think it would be appropriate if they showed up…and I was still in my bathrobe…” I replied. “Like you were last night when they came over and you jerked them all off and then acted like a slut and licked up every drop of their cum” Samir thought to himself, guiltily knowing he’d love to see a repeat performance of that lurid event but instead of saying what he was really thinking, he simply asked “And you think that dress is appropriate for when those bullies show up?”
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Samir’s lube coated hand had been busy, the second load coming surprisingly quickly after the first one as he brought up other pictures of me on his screen. These were ones he’d created himself using the Photoshop program, he’d a numbers of pictures of my attractive face that he’d edited, cropping off the rest of my body other than my head down to my neck. He’d finished that off by adding a chunky or wide necklace to the shots, giving the headshot of me a bold distinctive edge, this allowed him to transfer that headshot of me onto pictures he’d downloaded into his files from various internet sites. The wide necklace creating a natural border between my face and the original model’s body, making for a better color match; he’d cut and paste layers from those originals until the model’s face was covered while leaving the rest of her body intact. He’d than add my face into the shot, a little manipulation of the colors and scaling the new part to fit was often necessary but the results were usually realistic and Samir loved his collection. For the second load, he’d switched from the white bikini pics to some of me in corsets and stockings, the slappy sticky sounds of his pumping hand had filled the room before he’d sent the second load straight into the waiting bra cups, thoughts of spraying his cum over my real tits filling his head. With that second load out of the way, he’d washed the greasy lube off his hand and set to work on editing some new pictures that he’d downloaded. He was just working on the second of the new pics he’d downloaded when he heard me coming out of my room. He didn’t think much of it at first but then my footsteps seemed to be hurrying down the stairs, which he thought was strange. With his curiosity now piqued, he quietly opened his door, he listened closely and then heard the murmur of voices coming from the area of the front door.
Samir could make out my tone voice but the other was a low, masculine rumble which sounded vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place it. Wanting to know what was going on, he strode back into his room and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. The voices seemed closer now as he made his way out of his room, stealthily making his way down the darkened hallway, he came to the corner near the start of the wide curving stairway and peered around the edge. “What the fuck?” Samir said to himself as he saw his three bullies sitting at the kitchen table with me. Javed was talking to me quietly, wondering what we were doing there, Samir hunkered down in the shadows and watched and listened, after settling down on his haunches, he was able to make out most of our words even though we were keeping our voices low. Samir figured I must have told them he was upstairs and probably sleeping, so Samir had stayed hidden in the darkness and taken in everything that had happened right down to me licking up every milky gob of the bullies cum while I got myself off with my fingers. He’d watched my hand work vigorously between my legs as I’d leaned over the table, licking up the warm semen ravenously. When I’d sat back in the chair to compose myself, Samir had taken a last look at my gleaming spunk covered face and retreated to his room, his brain swirling to the point he was almost staggering, his heart racing. Now he sat at his desk in front of his computer, trying to comprehend everything that he’d just seen, he had to admit he wasn’t surprised at the scam the bullies had pulled preying on his sister’s kind-heartedness in order to satisfy their own perverted pleasure.
But Samir had been surprised by the look of wanton desire on my face as I’d jerked them off, it was clear as anything that I was enjoying it, even as I tried to keep my feeling somewhat subdued on the outside. When I eagerly made a meal of the puddles of semen on the table, it put any thoughts of me possible reluctance to rest. What was really troubling Samir more than anything were his own thoughts of what he’d seen and how he’d reacted. He knew he should have been angry with his bullies for the way they conned his sister into jerking them off, any proper brother would have been incensed by what they’d done but Samir had reacted differently. He was somewhat embarrassed and guilt ridden to admit that watching what had happened had aroused him tremendously. His breath had started to come in rapid gasp when Nasim first whipped out his cock and I started to stroke it and it became quickly clear how much I was enjoying it; it didn’t take long before Samir felt his own pecker tenting out the front of his baggy sweatpants wishing it was his cock I was stroking. Samir wanted badly to reach down and jerk it off as he watched me, the rapturous look on my face turning him on even more. But for some reason-maybe because he knew what the boys were like-he knew there’d likely be more come than just Nasim getting jerked off. So he’d used all his willpower to keep his hands off his throbbing cock and just remained hidden and watched, his wide eyes taking in every lurid detail. He was right about there being more and he wasn’t surprised when Basim replaced Nasim, presenting his erect cock to me as if he knew that I was waiting for it once I’d finished with Nasim.
Samir noticed that Basim was really well-hung too, even bigger than Nasim and he could see the lustful wanton look in my eyes as I sized up Basim’s rigid cock. Samir was envious of the boys and their big cocks, knowing his wasn’t anywhere close to that size and he could see how I looked at them hungrily. He even saw my tongue instinctively slip out of my mouth and circle wetly around my pouty red lips once or twice, he wasn’t surprised as I didn’t seem to hesitate very long before I started stroking Basim’s cock. Although Samir cock felt like an iron bar in his pants and he could feel pre-cum oozing from the tip, he still managed to keep his hands off it knowing that watching my lewd slutty behavior would have him going off in a second if he touched it. That was all fine and good until Javed brought out his monster, with two loads of cum splashed across the table, Samir watched as Javed eventually stood next to me and then slowly undid his pants. When Javed reached into the opening and pulled out his long, thick cock, Samir thought he was almost going to pass out. Javed’s cock was HUGE FUCKING HUGE! Samir had seen a lot of porn, with well hung black guys making it with white women and there were few that had a weapon as big and thick as Javed’s. Samir watched as Javed’s enormous cock stiffened and extended until it reached full erection, the broad, flared head as big as an apple, the thick shaft looking like the handle of deadly club. Samir saw the same look in my eyes, my brown orbs sparking with desire as I eventually took hold of the massive cock, my hand looking so small and dainty against Javed’s thrusting erection.
Samir so wished he’d a cock like that and that it was his huge cock that my hand was wrapped around, with those envious thoughts running rampant in his brain, when I started stroking it, Samir couldn’t contain himself any longer. He felt dizzy with excitement as he reached into his sweatpants and wrapped his fingers around his cock, he’d barely stroked it two or three times before he felt himself going off, spraying his load all over the inside of his pants. His eyes were riveted to my stroking hand and the look of pure rapture on my face as I pumped Javed’s huge cock, Samir’s own hand stroking rapidly back and forth within the confined of his sweats. Samir slumped against the wall as he finished but he still kept looking at my hand on Javed’s cock, the black boy’s rod dripping gooey cock-sap all over the table at this point. He looked back at my face, noticing the hungry look in my brown eyes as I gazed over the huge mess of cum on my table, my tongue once more circling my lips provocatively. Samir was shocked to notice that his own cock hadn’t gone down one little bit, he was still rock hard. He’d already come three times tonight and yet his cock was rigid as it had ever been. He looked back at the lurid spectacle taking place in the dining room below him and he couldn’t help it as his eyes went right to Javed’s throbbing horse-cock, eagerly watching me as I jerked it off. Samir was awash with shame but couldn’t stop himself from watching me enthusiastically stroke the thick wand back and forth. Samir could see that my eyes were glazed over with desire, my face glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Samir slid his hand back into his sweatpants and started stroking his rigid cock, eagerly watching the lewd scene below, when Javed started to shoot; Samir watched the long white ropes launched out over the table, his bully’s massive load overwhelming the mess already left by his two friends. As soon as Javed started shooting, Samir looked at my face, seeing my eyes open wide and my mouth gape open as I watched the young black man paste my table with a massive load of milky teenage cum. That look of pure rapture on my face hit Samir right in the groin, he felt the semen speed up the shaft of his own throbbing cock; he leaned against the wall as he started to go off in his pants again, his eyes watching the tip of Javed’s magnificent cock yawn open as the black boy continued to ejaculate, absolutely flooding the table with glistening cum, me looking at my spunk-covered table hungrily. Totally spent, Samir had sat there as he slowly regained his breath, watching the boys kiss and grope me before they left, he was then shocked to see my lurid display as I’d sucked and lapped up every drop of their cum getting myself off at the same time. When I’d finished and sat back, Samir returned to his room, ridden with guilt and trying to make sense of everything he’d seen. Quietly closing the door behind him, he pulled off his sweatpants. “Oh fuck” he said to himself as he looked at the mess on the inside of his pants, the two loads clinging lewdly to the black material. He had his own en-suite bathroom in his room and cleaned himself up and then donned a pair of old boxers that he wore to sleep in.
Sitting in front of his computer, Samir replayed everything he’d seen in the encounter between me and his bullies, especially remembering the looks of blissful rapture of my face. He’d seen how excited I’d gotten, how I’d not even noticed as my robe slipped further and further open, my perfect breasts looking amazing in my sexy green nighty. He subconsciously started to move his computer mouse, pulling up Photo shopped pics he’d of me in sexy sleepwear. It wasn’t long until he pumped out another load, dropping this one into the cups of my bra as well, he cleaned himself up once more and got into bed, hoping that sleep would take his mind off the things that had happened. He slept restlessly all night, his brain working overtime with illicit thoughts of me, what the bullies had done to me-and more than that-what they might do to me next. He woke out of his fitful sleep twice during the night with a hard-on, his teenage cock in need of relief; he jerked off each time and then again with his usual morning boner, the soft morning light filtering in dreamily around his curtains as he pumped a load high into the air, thinking about shooting his load onto the dining room table for me to lick up. Samir showered and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt before coming downstairs, wondering how I would be this morning. As he came down the stairs, the distinctive scent of frying potato drifted his way, making him realize how hungry he was. “Good morning sleepyhead…how are you doing today…” I said, I came out from behind the fridge door with a carton of eggs in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other. I was lively and vivacious as I faced him across the granite-topped island in the kitchen. Samir noticed that I’d already showered and dressed for the day, my black hair pulled back in a loose bun with a few stray tendrils licking teasingly at my neck and I was already wearing makeup, which was unusual for this early in the morning, especially a Saturday morning.
I was wearing a sundress in brilliant yellow; it fit snugly on the upper part of my body before flaring out playfully over my wide hips, the ruffled hem ending quite high on my thighs. My legs were bare, showing off my nice tan, on my feet I wore strappy yellow sandals, with a flat sole, the shoes looked perfect with the summery dress-somewhat fancy, but suitable for a casual day in the sun. The bodice of the dress, the material up top was made of some kind of stretchy fabric, which hugged my torso and my giant tits alluringly; two straps went over my shoulders leaving my arms and shoulders bare, my skin nicely tanned like my legs. The front had a deeply-scooped rounded neckline; Samir almost licked his lips as he took in the impressive upper swells of my breasts and the dark teasing line of cleavage that disappeared down between my massive guns. Through the bright yellow fabric, he could make out the lines of my bra, he knew from some of his past jerking sessions that the bra was yellow as well, a gorgeous soft corn-silk yellow with intricate lace covering nearly the entire surface of each big cup. Like all of my bras, it was heavily reinforced with wire, which was necessary to carry the heavy load that was required by the sexy garment, Samir would have bet anything that I was wearing the matching pair of silk yellow panties that he knew I’d brought as a set with the bra. He’d painted the pronounced cups of that bra with his semen a number of times previously usually while he’d had the matching panties in his mouth, his lips and tongue working to draw out my precious juices. Samir looked closely at my tits in the supportive bra, it looked to him like more of my soft tit flesh was being pushed up than before.
“Samir? Are you all right, dear? I asked how are you and you just seem to be standing there daydreaming?” I asked, my words broke Samir out of his stupor. “Sorry Didi…I’m okay…just a little slow waking up…I guess…” he said as he came around the counter and poured himself a glass of juice. “Well…I’m making scrambled eggs and potatoes…I just poured you a cup of coffee…that should wake you up…now you’re in charge of toast…rest of the stuff is almost ready…so you better hop to it…” I said and gave him a big smile and ruffled his hair playfully before turning back to the stove. Samir couldn’t believe how bright and carefree I was acting, my voice was as cherry as my yellow dress. Had last night really happened or had he just been dreaming? He gave his head a shake to try and clear his thoughts; he slid some bread into the toaster and then looked over at me from the side, noticing the way the skirt part of my dress flared out over my curvy bum. He pictured flipping the back of the dress up and sliding his cock into me from behind, right there as I stood at the stove. He knew that image he was picturing was definitely a dream. “So why are you dressed up this early on a Saturday morning?” Samir asked as he started buttering the toast while I divided up the food onto our plates. “Oh…I guess you’ve never seen this dress before…have you?” I replied as I set the plated down on the table, I looked down at what I was wearing, my slender fingers running down over my trim waist and then out over my wide hips. “It is fairly new…I don’t think I’ve worn it before…do you like it?” I did a twirl, the flounced skirt flying up playfully showing more of my full creamy thighs. Samir gulped as he brought the plate with the toast to the table, his eyes feasting on my lush sexy body.
Samir took in as much as could, his gaze relishing every pronounced mound and inviting valley of my voluptuous form. “Uh…it…it looks great…I’m just not used to you being dressed up this early in the morning…” he stammered out. “Well …I know the guys were coming over for a swim sometime today…I just wanted to be ready in case they came over early…I didn’t think it would be appropriate if they showed up…and I was still in my bathrobe…” I replied. “Like you were last night when they came over and you jerked them all off and then acted like a slut and licked up every drop of their cum” Samir thought to himself, guiltily knowing he’d love to see a repeat performance of that lurid event but instead of saying what he was really thinking, he simply asked “And you think that dress is appropriate for when those bullies show up?”
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