Who doesn’t love a pair of cum covered tits?
Cum covered tits have the power! To begin with, I learned this over the school break. I spent some time hanging out with my friend Shandi. You can say, as a result, of us hanging out, a seed became planted in my head. The exact moment was when I met Shandi’s father. I knew I had unleashed Pandora’s Box. I could see the perversion in his eyes. Unlike me, Shandi wore much more conservative clothes. I am always prancing around in tight skirts, short-shorts, itty bitty tops, and barely-there underwear. Shandi, on the other hand, wears turtle necks and jeans.
I had come over with a mission in mind. I offered Shandi some help with her styling. Shandi wanted to dress more like me to get some attention. After spending time with her and opening her mind to all the possibilities of wearing sexy outfits, I noticed the more I hung around, the more nervous Mr. Clark got. Therefore, hiding his urges, for the most part, became increasingly difficult and pretty much impossible.
Besides, it had been crystal clear that with one glance, his cock shot up!
Therefore seeing his erect cock one too many times at a glance had me sick to my stomach but at the same time, turned on at the possible destruction and chaos I could inflict. He was probably thinking about my cum covered tits and cunt. So what do you think I ended up doing? I took advantage of the perverted daddy! For instance, Shandi had stepped out to the store, and I opted to stay behind.
“I have a pestering headache! Maybe I should avoid the store?”, was my excuse. Shandi then handed me a Tylenol bottle. “I’m sure you will feel better by the time I get back from the store,” Shandi replied. “It shouldn’t take more than an hour or so.” Then, I agreed and laid back on her bed. The anticipation of her leaving became overwhelming.
Finally, she headed out after she found an appropriate outfit. So, the styling sessions had been a success. But I couldn’t wait for her to leave.
After all, my urge to catch him off guard was overpowering my mind at the same time.
Next, she made her way out and I heard the garage door close and her car at a distance. It was game on for me. Without skipping a beat, I got up and hiked my skirt up and made my way to Mr. Clark’s home office. At that moment, a rush of energy and some adrenaline came over me. I felt particularly nervous and excited. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. “Hello Mr. Clark, how are you doing this evening?” I said. Shandi’s Dad plopped his head up and had confusion and delight written all over his face.
He responded how much better he was now that I joined him. I was chewing a piece of bubble gum and had the shortest mini skirt possible, and my black thong was completely visible. My tiny crop top was purposely sheer, you could see my hard nipples through them.
Nevertheless, I confronted him without thinking twice, “So, are you a perv?”
Taken aback at my question, I had to repeat myself. Next, Mr. Clark had started to defend himself simultaneously, as I was asking him if he was a pervert. I sat on his desk. I gave him a full view.
“Oh come on, stop with the lies, Mr. Clark! I see you staring at me and getting rock hard. You wouldn’t want me to tell Shandi all about her naughty daddy, would you now?”
Blackmailing Mr. Clark, for the thrill, had me excited. I then placed my hand right on his crotch area. Then, he jumped up and cried out. The temptation was winning. “Look, I can do something for you if you do something for me. How about some cum covered tits?” He nodded with a shocked expression.
“You can be useful to me, and it will be great for you.”
Mr. Clark reached over his back pocket and pulled out some benjamins. Now you are speaking my language, I thought. He confessed how much he loved tight young teens, especially slutty Latinas. Mr. Clark began to confess jerking off to plenty of teen friends of Shandi’s. Especially the Spanish sluts which are his favorite. Without a doubt, Mr. Clark had a fetish for me. My big hoop earrings and my bratty persona had him weak and on his knees. Therefore, ever since seeing me for the first time, it had him spiraling in naughty thoughts. As he went on praising me, I had my skirt mid-waist. The more I took off, the more money he piled in front of me.
“To begin with, you will not be fucking my tight Latina holes. You don’t deserve them.”
“I have a suggestion,” he said. “Can I please nut all over your tits?” I playfully mocked him and asked, “So, you DO want to see my cum covered tits?” Next, I smiled as I could see the pleasure in his eyes. “You enjoy me teasing you like the degenerate you are, don’t you?” He couldn’t argue with that! Soon after, I pulled his cock out and began to stroke his thick veiny penis. His eyes rolled back as I tugged and rubbed his balls. You can say I was quite surprised at the especially massive size.
I began name-calling him as I felt his dick pulsate. The meaner I got, the louder he groaned. I was ruthless to him, trash-talking and being foul-mouthed and as perverse as he was to the core. I pushed him to the limit. Then, a loud moan followed by the thickest rope of cum that landed on my tits. I giggled and commanded him to clean them up. Mr. Clark had no shame. He sucked all of his cum right off of my small tits. Meanwhile, Shandi took her sweet time, and that had me collecting some spending money and granting a pervert his dream fantasy.
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