sallythescorpian
a bad, bad girl
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"Oh, that feels so good!! Make me cum, please!"
“ Ahhhhh gentlemen Miss Nelson needs to cum.”
Candi turned an even deeper red, utterly humiliated at his remark, and the deep chuckles that went around the room. All eyes were on her watching her intently, waiting to see what would happen, what the Boss might make her do.
He sent the girl, known, apparantly as Number 9 away.
“That is enough number 9, Miss Nelson needs to be fucked.”
Again, the sniggering rumbled around the room, and all the men seemed to take a step closer, eager to see what had happened.
The Boss turned his undivided attentions to Miss Candace Nelson and she shuddered, little waves of sensation passing through her, as she ground her soaking pussy against his fingers.
“How shall I fuck you Miss Nelson with you astride my lap like Hoffman did, or perhaps on your hands and knees so everyone can see your sweet face as you cum…..”
She recoiled at his words, so blunt, and descriptive. She hated that everyone here was a party to this, it made her humiliation all the more complete.
"I... I.. don't know! Maybe with me on your lap??"
She phrased it like a question. She had no desire to be taken on her hands and knees like an animal, especially with everyone looking on, able to watch her face, her tits bouncing, his cock filling her. No, astride his lap would shelter some of her modesty, at least.
The Boss let his finger’s slip from Candi’s needy little cunt, leaving her empty and wanting.
She moaned, her pussy throbbing with need, her disappointed cry heard by all.
“Shall I fuck your cunt, that sweet mouth of yours Miss Nelson . Perhaps I’ll fuck that tight little ass of yours Miss Nelson…..”
She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, horrified by the use of the "c" word, but that was made much worse by his suggestion of ... of... using her ass!! She could hardly get her head around it! The blood drained from her, and her shock was obvious.
"How about if you use my mouth?" she asked hopefully, looking at him, her big eyes pleading. "or, if not, I could straddle you and you could use my.... my ... um my vagina!"
“ Ahhhhh gentlemen Miss Nelson needs to cum.”
Candi turned an even deeper red, utterly humiliated at his remark, and the deep chuckles that went around the room. All eyes were on her watching her intently, waiting to see what would happen, what the Boss might make her do.
He sent the girl, known, apparantly as Number 9 away.
“That is enough number 9, Miss Nelson needs to be fucked.”
Again, the sniggering rumbled around the room, and all the men seemed to take a step closer, eager to see what had happened.
The Boss turned his undivided attentions to Miss Candace Nelson and she shuddered, little waves of sensation passing through her, as she ground her soaking pussy against his fingers.
“How shall I fuck you Miss Nelson with you astride my lap like Hoffman did, or perhaps on your hands and knees so everyone can see your sweet face as you cum…..”
She recoiled at his words, so blunt, and descriptive. She hated that everyone here was a party to this, it made her humiliation all the more complete.
"I... I.. don't know! Maybe with me on your lap??"
She phrased it like a question. She had no desire to be taken on her hands and knees like an animal, especially with everyone looking on, able to watch her face, her tits bouncing, his cock filling her. No, astride his lap would shelter some of her modesty, at least.
The Boss let his finger’s slip from Candi’s needy little cunt, leaving her empty and wanting.
She moaned, her pussy throbbing with need, her disappointed cry heard by all.
“Shall I fuck your cunt, that sweet mouth of yours Miss Nelson . Perhaps I’ll fuck that tight little ass of yours Miss Nelson…..”
She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, horrified by the use of the "c" word, but that was made much worse by his suggestion of ... of... using her ass!! She could hardly get her head around it! The blood drained from her, and her shock was obvious.
"How about if you use my mouth?" she asked hopefully, looking at him, her big eyes pleading. "or, if not, I could straddle you and you could use my.... my ... um my vagina!"