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Vanessa
by Yoni (yoni13g@gmail.com)
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I'm Vanessa, I'm 19 and I'm HOT. I'm black and I'm
bisexual, which means that I'll fuck anything that
moves. And sometimes I do even men, like Dad's client,
whom I fucked in Dad's waiting room. (MF, exh, oral,
anal, intr)
***
Hi! My name is Vanessa, I'm 19 and I'm HOT! I'm also
bisexual, which means that when I'm horny (and I'm
always horny) I'd fuck anyone that stirs near me,
without regards to gender, race or even species. And,
although I prefer kinky sex, also do regular guys. Take
for example Mr. Broadmore.
One day last summer, I was visiting daddy in his
downtown office. Daddy is a lawyer, a wealthy one, and
his clientele are mostly wealthy businessmen, whom he
advices how to pay less taxes on their income. All
together a disgusting lot. Anyway, there I was but
daddy was too busy to see me.
He'd told me to wait for him in the waiting room until
he finished his business with a client, and he'd added,
"Mr. Broadmore is waiting out there also. So please be
nice to him, and I don't mean tease him. He's a very
important client."
Well telling me to be nice to someone for money-that's
a red flag for me. So I've decided to teach both men a
lesson. I was also horny, and that mood had suited well
my purpose.
Mr. Broadmore was an elderly whitey, rather trim and
clad in a conservative business suit, a rather
expensive one I may add. His receding hair was sandy,
with graying temples, and his complexion was ruddy-as
these Irish bastards tend to be. He was sitting there,
all absorbed in an arrogant cellular phone call and was
admonishing his absent secretary, paying me no
attention. And that made me angry, once for his rude
talk to his employee and again for his rude disregard
of ME!
I went to him and introduced myself, "My dad has
specifically told me to be nice to you. I don't want to
disobey him. Can I do anything for you, Mr. Broadmore?
Am I nice?" I bent forward so he could glance into my
cleavage.
He laughed an artificial laughter and said, as if to
make friends. "You're being very nice, Vanessa. You
don't mind me calling you Vanessa, do you? You can call
me Stanley, Let's not be so formal."
"Sure Mr. Broad... I mean Stanley. We can get VERY
informal, and I can be MUCH nicer," I said, and opened
the buttons in my blouse front, exposing my tits.
He began to squirm on his seat, going ruddy red in his
face. I said, "What? Don't you like my pretty black
boobs? Do they offend you? Are you afraid of the black
witch, perhaps?!"
You should have seen his face, he went even redder, his
eyes nearly popped out and he was opening and shutting
his mouth as if fighting for air. Nearly chocking he
hastily ensured me that no, they did not offend him,
and that they were VERY nice.
"D-don't d-dont... y-you must... you shouldn't..." he
stammered, panting but his eyes was glued to my exposed
big bouncing boobs, with their dark brown two inches
round aureoles and the perky, erect and hard black
nipples. They are really pretty, even if I say so
myself.
"Don't you want to touch them? they are nice and
soft..." I murmured into his ear and leaning into him
I've shoved them into his face, and I used the
opportunity to press and massage the growing bulge in
his tailored pants.
"Don't... please... Oh..." he stammered and moaned when
I massaged his dick. He must have had some experience
because he started kissing and nibbling my sensitive
nipples sensing very fast what made me horny. His dick
grew and slipped out, a fat white rod with a burning
red mushroom head. He was circumcised.
"You want to shove your fat cock into my black hot
cunt, don't you? You love to fuck little hot black
cunts, whitey! Come look at it!" I've said, and raising
my skirt I exposed my cunny. I never wear panties so he
was looking now directly at my shaved, black cunt. I
spread open my lower lips with my fingers and coyly
asked "Is it nice enough for you Stanley? Would it fit
your fat strong cock?"
He whimpered and moaned tying to rise, but I've shoved
him down and prompted, "I don't think you mind whose
cunt you would fuck, old lecher, do you? Say it now,
say that you are an old lecher and beg to fuck my young
pretty cunny!"
"I...I..." he moaned and squealed and tried to grab my
cunny, but I said, "No, first admit that you are an old
lecher!"
"Yes... yes..." he said.
"Yes what?!" I demanded.
"Yes, I'm old... lecher... and please let me..."
"You bastard, look how you corrupt innocent little
girls!" I said "Kiss it!" and I shoved my dripping red
cunt into his face. He clung to it like a thirsty
horse, licking and sucking. The bastard knew his job
too! He was shoving his fingers into my vagina flipping
them while nibbling my clitty and licking my inner
labia and soon he has made me climb the walls. I
started rotating my ass, smearing my cunt juice all
over his face, moaning and panting heavily. Then, when
I felt that I was nearly coming, I've grabbed his ears
and pulled him down.
"On your knees bastard! OOH!! Eat me up! Beg on your
bloody knees you swine!" I hissed and on his knees he
dropped! I grabbed him by his ears and stared to fuck
his face in earnest. He was whimpering feebly, as I
neared my orgasm and I was moaning loudly and then I
trembled, a shiver ran trough my spine and I came,
squirting my orgasmic juice all over him.
Although I'm loud when I'm fucking, when I have an
orgasm I turn quiet, I throw my head back and only gasp
for air. Stanley has used my trance to rise and kiss
me, shoving his tongue deep into my throat and he
pulled me onto him, grinding our crotches together.
I've restored my senses and pushed him strongly on the
chair. I straddled him, rubbing my crotch on his
crotch, massaging his bloated dick in my hand. He blew
up almost immediately, roaring and weeping, spewing
streams of sticky, smelly jism on the front of his
pants.
"Oops!" I said "seems that you won't be fucking me
today! Next time maybe..." I wiped his jism off my hand
on his pants. He tried to wipe it off with a hanky, and
also my fingers which I simply shoved into his mouth to
lick off.
I needed to pee, and ordinarily I would have peed on
him but it was my dad's office and I didn't want it to
reek of pee. And I knew Anita, the cleaning lady, in
fact I had been fucking her all that summer, so I
didn't want to add to her work. So I left to pee in the
toilet and I tidied up.
Mr. Broadmore did tidy up too, attempting to wash off
the stain, but of course to no avail. I wondered how he
would excuse that stain...
As always after a fuck, I was horny so I have
inadvertently wiggled my ass in front of him and he,
probably horny too, grabbed and pinched it. Now, when
I'm horny, I do love an ass fucking and as I've said I
was horny enough, so I wiggled my ass even more and
said, "You like my little black ass, don't you? Do you
want to kiss my black fat ass?"
He dropped on his knees in a second, and pushing my
skirt up he's shoved his tongue into my brown rose bud.
OOH, it was good! Leaning my chest on a desk,I started
heaving my ass and fucking back on his tongue-and
that's how dad has found us.
"WHAT are you doing?! VANESSA!!!" He yelled as he
opened the door.
In a sweet little girl's voice I answered, "I'm being
nice to Mr. Broadmore, daddy. You said that he is a
very important client! And don't worry daddy, Stan here
LOVES to fuck my black little ass!"
Dad nearly had an apoplexy. He has banned me from ever
setting my foot in his office again, and only with
difficulties has mom persuaded him to drop charges
against Mr. Broadmore. Mom and dad have banished me to
a catholic all girl college in Michigan, thinking that
the cold might freeze my hot temper, and the lack of
boys would temper me down. They were wrong.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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