Island Paradise 10

What is your definition of a "slut"?

To me, a slut is a beautiful woman who has discovered her own sexuality and is comfortable enjoying her body as it was intended. She may be married or single, young or mature... but the one constant is that the slut loves sex. For those who bring out her sluttiness, she will do most anything.

Generally, these type of women do not wear panties. They are always prepared (and hoping) to have sex... so why cover up? They often forego the use of bras, as well.

A slut is ready to be fondled at any given time. The more pleasure she shares, the more she gets back in return.

Sluts don't shy away from exposure. They like to display their bodies in short skirts and tight, sheer tops, or similar outfits which are also very revealing. Their breasts are often visible for the viewing pleasure of those around them. A protruding nipple upon light fabric seems to fit them just fine. Of course, displaying ample cleavage at all times is a necessity to even be considered a slut.

The number-one requirement for being a slut, however, is that the woman has several different people whom she visits for sex. She will service her friends, strangers, perhaps even her co-workers. Most of all, sluts will never want the pleasure ride to end. No matter how many times they have sex, or how many people they conquer, sluts always want more.

* * *

These thoughts were going through my mind as I sat in the voyeur room, my focus trained on the monitor which surveyed the common room. All six of the ladies were there this fine morning, in the middle of their breakfast meal.

However, there was only one of the girls who I thought was a slut. Do you know which one that was?

It wasn't Trish or Torrie. Both ladies, though buxom and quite playful, didn't fit the profile of a slut. Torrie was a happy-go-lucky type; a friendly and energetic sort. Trish was a bit more on the serious side, though there were times when she was quite the flirt and tease.

Christina? Lindsay? I didn't think of either of them as a slut, either. They both fell into the same category; young and playful, and overly curious. However, from what I had seen thus far on the island... sweet, little Lindsay did have the potential to be an incredible slut... Not yet, though.

The woman on my mind wasn't Pamela, either. Though she made a living out of showcasing her body to strangers, as a stripper, I didn't think of Pamela as a slut. She was much too mature and level-headed to fall into that category.

Thus, there was only one woman left. She was the one I thought of as a slut - an insatiable slut who knew no limit when it came to sexual satisfaction. In fact, she fit all of the characteristics which I listed earlier.

That woman, of course, was Amy.

I smiled while watching her on the television monitor. Even during such a routine event as having breakfast, one could easily tell that Amy was a slut. Dressed in a silky, sleeveless camisole top, it was readily apparent that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the thin top as her heavy-set breasts swelled against it. The top, held together in back by a single button, ended just below her midriff.

Amy also had on a matching black skirt, made of the same silky material as her top. The skirt was short and flimsy, of course, and did a terrible job of concealing the fact that she didn't have any panties on underneath it. Her outfit was topped off with a pair of black fuck-me pumps which had four or five inches on each heel.

Amy's body, which resembled that of a famous porn star, seemed to scream "Use me!" at every given opportunity. It was as if she had that look, that aura... about her. I just got the impression that Amy simply was not happy unless she was having sex. The 26-year-old preferred men, of course, but obviously received enjoyment from other women as well.

* * *

Seated here in the voyeur room for the past ten minutes, I had watched Amy openly flirt with every other girl as all of them ate their meals at the breakfast table. In such a short amount of time, Amy had openly groped and then kissed not only Lindsay, but Trish and Christina as well. At one point, it appeared as though she may forego breakfast and demand everyone join her for a big daisy-chain. Only a true slut could have this type of carnal, lust-ridden appetite.

I remembered back to her profile. Back home, in Ohio, Amy had five guys she routinely saw for sex. More often than not, of course, the insatiable red-head would fuck all five of them at once. The guys would gang-bang her, filling all three of her orifices with their cocks. These guys would not stop either, Amy explained in her profile, until they had been totally exhausted - and satisfied.

Yet, Amy said she always wanted more.

Is a slut a woman who will perform sexual favors for her boss, in exchange for a pay-raise of 50 cents per hour? How about one who demands that her boyfriend have sex with her on the rooftop of his house? The hope there, of course, would be that someone from the ground spots them (and whacks off, as a result). Or, my personal favorite... a woman who is blindfolded and then told that she will not be permitted to see the strangers she will soon have sex with... and agrees to it? Are these the qualities of a slut?

Whatever the case, these are all events which took place in Amy's life thus far - according to her profile on my main computer. I should have really known something was up with Amy back during the interview process. She sent me a photo of herself, dressed in a skin-tight tank-top with the words "Will Work For Sex" etched across its front.

The whole point is that just days ago, I was assured that Pamela was the woman I had been searching for my entire life. Now, however, my focus was definitely starting to drift toward Amy. Pamela was a wonderful woman, both inside and outside... but these slut-like qualities which Amy so proudly possessed were drawing me to her. She was very open about herself and her sexuality, but there was also something extremely mysterious about her. I could not explain it...

At this point in time, as I sat in my voyeur room watching the girls have breakfast... if I had to choose between the two, I would pick Amy over Pamela. Of course, days from now, I could switch back to Pamela. Or, I could focus my energies on someone new - perhaps Lindsay, Torrie or Trish. But as of right now, Amy was the woman for me.

I guess what really swayed me to her side was watching how she had treated Lindsay over the past couple of days. The 18-year-old Lindsay, who I liked to refer to as a "tight little teen" or "sweet little girl", because she appeared to be so young, had whatever innocence she had left stripped away from her courtesy of Amy over the past few days.

Amy had pounded the little blonde's pussy with a dildo, then went into virgin territory as she did the same with her anus. Amy had collaborated with Trish in filling Lindsay with two dildos; a double-penetration, while the girl was given instructions to eat Pamela's pussy at the same time.

Whatever buttons Amy had pushed, it worked. For those few moments in time, she had helped transform Lindsay from a sweet teenager into a ravenous hellcat. I'm quite certain that Lindsay, being young and naive, had no idea those things could have ever been done to her body before Amy decided to stretch her limits.

The effect on Lindsay hit a fever pitch yesterday afternoon when she turned on the tables on Amy, jamming a big dildo into her anus and erotically screaming at her. Amy responded much the same way Lindsay had the prior two encounters - her body and senses submitting to wanton lust. Was Amy, the veteran slut, trying to start Lindsay along the same path? I would find out over the next ten weeks...

* * *

Last night was the gang-bang where all six of the ladies - Amy, Lindsay, Trish, Pamela, Torrie and Christina - had come to my suite and used my body for their pleasure. I am only one man, of course, but think I did quite an admirable job trying to satisfy six luscious women at once.

I woke up earlier this morning, but was much too sore and tired to make it to the 10:00am breakfast. So, I grabbed the dinner plate from the refrigerator I had passed on last night, and ventured into the voyeur room. I chomped on the food while watching (and listening) to the girls as they had their own meal at the breakfast table.

The ladies were all laughing and giggling; having a great time together. It was truly a joy just to sit back and watch them interact with one another. Of course, other than Christina (who was my secret helper), they had no idea that I was watching them. I had hidden cameras and microphones scattered everywhere on the island.

* * *

After their breakfast was over, all of the ladies got up at once and decided on what to do for the day. The trio of Torrie, Christina and Lindsay were going down to the beach to work on their suntans. Trish and Pamela decided to resume their friendly tennis match from yesterday at the outdoor athletic complex. This left Amy, who had to decide between the beach or being a spectator in a game of tennis.

"I'm going to my room," she told the group. "I'm going to lay down for awhile... take a nap."

Trish and Pamela wondered if something was wrong with Amy, but she shrugged them off and said it was nothing. "I'll probably show up at the beach in a few hours."

Something seemed to be funny here (even to me), but the girls accepted her answer and ventured off. Lindsay, Torrie and Christina all gathered up their bikinis and went to the beach while Trish and Pamela headed toward the tennis court.

I needed to have a talk with Christina about her supposed role here on the island. The 20-year-old was in charge of this place just as much as I was, but wanted all the other girls to think that she was the assistant housekeeper.

However, if Christina did not do maid duties - which had been the case thus far - the ladies were going to become a bit suspicious. She at least had to give the appearance of helping Louisa (the REAL maid) out. So far, however, Christina had spent much of her time frolicking and playing with the other girls - as if she was one of them; and not a supposed "employee".

This thought went through my mind once she decided to join Lindsay and Torrie for a day at the beach.

* * *

I finished my own meal while keeping an eye on all the ladies with the help of my surveillance system. However, just as was the case before, my focus soon turned toward Amy. The insatiable red-head had told the others that she was going to her room to lay down and take a nap. However, as I watched her walk through the mansion on the different monitors, she was going in the opposite direction of her room. A few seconds later, the realization hit me.

She was coming to my suite.

I was still very sore and tired from the gang-bang which transpired last evening, but knew Amy would not accept that as an excuse from me. It was rather obvious that her sole reason in coming to my suite was so her and I could have sex together. She would accept nothing less than that.

I took one final swig of fruit punch, then stood up and exited the voyeur room as Amy entered the long corridor which led to my suite. I sealed the voyeur room off, then turned toward the front door and awaited Amy's arrival.

When a knock came to the door, I gulped my throat in anticipation. Yes - Amy was a slut. A beautiful, wonderful slut who wanted nothing more than sexual fulfillment. Best of all, she was counting on ME to provide her with it.

I opened the door and was immediately met by a hand on my shoulder. Amy barged into the room, pushing me back in the process. "You're just the person I've been searching for," Amy proclaimed, lust in her eyes as she stared at me. "I've been itching for a good, hard cock all morning. I need one."

What could I say to her? I was speechless...

"I need one," she reiterated. "I need one... NOW."

Amy used both hands to shove me into a seated position on

the edge of the bed. Still speechless, I watched as the beautiful red-head dropped to her knees in front of me and immediately reached for the bulge in my shorts. I tossed my head back and sighed in mad passion as she gripped my cock through the cotton fabric, her hand squeezing it briskly.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Amy snickered, looking up at me. I was under her spell - and she knew that. "Is there something wrong? Don't you want to fuck me?"

I chuckled and nodded my head in response. It was time to break my silence. "Yes, dear. I do." I smiled at her. "I want to fuck you right now, more than anything else - or anyone else - in the entire world."

"Really?" Amy said, her eyes sparkling. "Even more than Pamela? We all thought she was your favorite..."

"You heard me, dear," I told her. "You. I want you." I paused and said, "That top you have on doesn't leave a lot to the imagination... but I want you to take it off anyway. Same goes for your skirt."

Like a trained submissive, Amy immediately did as she was told. She quickly dispensed of her silky camisole and skirt set, which left her totally nude - except for a pair of lush, expensive high-heeled shoes.

"Do you make it a practice not to wear a bra or panties?"

I asked her.

"Who needs 'em?" Amy returned, dropping back down to her knees in front of me. "Not me. I only wear them every once in awhile. I especially hate bras."

I smiled at her. "You like showing off... don't you?"

"I love it," she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I've

always been a show-off; a tease, a flirt. I can't help it."

With my left hand, I pulled back the waistband of my shorts while using my right to reach inside and grasp my fully-erect cock. I took it out and wobbled it in an obscene manner before Amy's pretty face.

"Is this the reward you have always gotten for being a tease?" I asked her. "A hard cock?"

She nodded her head, her eyes fixated upon my erection.

"Yes. That, and some pussy. But I prefer cock."

I grinned yet again. "You're not happy unless you have a cock stuffed somewhere in your body... correct?"

Amy looked up into my eyes and shook her head. "No, I'm not." I could tell that my words were getting to her. She was being turned on, even without me touching her.

"You're a slut. Aren't you, Amy?"

"Yes," she replied, her gaze quickly lowered. "I'm a

slut. A slut for big cocks... especially black ones."

"Black ones?" I countered, my eyebrows raised. "You like black men, Amy?"

She nodded her head and replied, "Yes... I love them."

Interesting. Later in the summer, when I planned to bring a group of guys to the island for the ladies to enjoy (as a surprise), now I had to make sure some of them were black. Amy would want that. Others possibly, too...

"I think it's time you suck my cock, Amy," was my only response, to which the hellcat nodded her head.

* * *

Seated on the edge of the bed, I wiggled my shorts and briefs down to my knees and let them fall to the floor. At the same time, Amy scooted forward and grasped my cock with her right hand. She slapped its bulging tip upon her chin and giggled, then looked up into my eyes.

"This is where you belong, Amy," I told her. "In a place like this... the island, where sex is the top priority. Am I right, Amy? Are you, in a word, home?"

She nodded her head. "Yes."

I smiled at her. "Of course you're home."

Amy took my cock into her mouth and started things with a

gentle sucking. However, another idea quickly came to mind.

I didn't want a blowjob anymore.

"I want to fuck your mouth, Amy."

The red-head looked up at me and smiled with desire as I

withdrew my erection from between her pouty red lips. Both of us maneuvered around until she was seated on the floor with her back against the bed, while I was standing before her. We were in the perfect position for a mouth-fuck.

I quickly grasped my cock and rubbed it all over her pretty face and quivering lips. Then, I grabbed a clump of her silky red hair and wrapped it around my cock. I begin stroking, and felt as though blowing my load right there would be an excellent idea. But, Amy needed my sperm in more important places than her hair.

Dropping her hair, I pushed my hips forward until my shaft was completely in her mouth. I used both hands to squeeze and massage her ample breasts while beginning a steady thrusting motion. I pulled my cock out, until just its tip was encircled by her lips. Next, I plunged it back into her mouth until my pubic hair was nestled against her nose. Then, I repeated the process... over and over again.

By this time, my fingers were twisting and pinching away on her nipples. I could see her throat swell as each hard thrust pushed my cock deep inside her. It wasn't too long before I was pounding away at her, at warp-speed.

I didn't have a single thought - except for shooting my sperm deep into her throat. That would make Amy very happy.

I jammed my cock all the way inside her mouth one final time, then began to blast spurt after spurt of cum into her hungry throat. I screamed out in wild desire as Amy stared up at me, moaning madly, with forbidden lust in her eyes. I then watched with amazement as her throat rippled, while she guzzled down each of my thick, heavy doses of sperm.

I let loose a long, drawn-out moan, which was followed by me withdrawing my cock from the confines of her mouth. It was still coated with sperm, so Amy's head darted forward and she quickly sucked it dry. Obviously, she wanted every drop.

I sighed once again while finally pulling my shaft free of her mouth. "That was incredible, Amy."

The red-head brought a hand to her mouth and opened it, stretching it. "Sure was." She giggled and added, "My jaw is going to be sore for the rest of the day."

"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" I grinned.

"Good thing!" she replied, with enthusiasm. "A sore

mouth for me means a well-fucked mouth!"

I smiled down at her. What a slut...

I eyed Amy from head to toe. She had a magnificent body. There was absolutely no doubt about that. Of particular interest were her large, firm breasts, and the patch of red curls nestled between her thighs. However, I did have an idea on how to improve her appearance.

"Amy... can I ask you for something? It's perfectly okay if you say no... I would understand."

"Sure," she replied. "Ask away."

I offered a cautious smile. "There is something I have

always wanted to do to a woman... but have never had the opportunity. As I said, it's okay if you say no."

"What is it?" Amy didn't appear apprehensive at all.

She seemed more interested and curious than anything else.

I smiled once again, then turned and retrieved a can of shaving cream and a straight razor from the nearby dresser. When the 26-year-old caught a glimpse of what I had in my hands, her eyes widened in obvious shock.

"You... you... want to shave my pussy?" she stammered.

I gently shrugged my shoulders and said, "Yes, I'd like

to. If it's okay with you. If not, it is perfectly fine.

I won't hold anything against you."

Amy paused for a moment, apparently lost in thought. She seemed to be debating things in her mind. I just stood there, holding the can of shaving cream in one hand and a razor in the other, awaiting her reply.

Amy looked up at me and reached between her thighs, and ran her palm across her silky bush. "I've never even thought of shaving my pussy. No one has ever asked me to."

"It's okay if you say no, dear," was my response as she continued rubbing herself. "I would understand perfectly."

"No," she countered. "I want you to." Amy's posture straightened and she spoke with confidence, "I want you to. I want you to shave my pussy."

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" I reiterated.

"Yes," she replied. "Sure as I've ever been. If it will

make you happy... then I'm all for it."

I nodded my head at her and returned, "Excellent. Get up on the bed and lay down... and spread your legs for me."

My cock was already starting to pulse with life again as I made my way over to her, the shaving cream and razor in hand. I knelt down between her widespread thighs and took in the sight of her lovely, little pussy. It was partially hidden below a nest of red curls... but not for long.

I applied an generous helping of shaving cream to my fingers and completely lathered up the silken joining of her thighs. Her body was trembling with an obvious mixture of apprehension and arousal as she lay on the bed, her head raised and looking at me. Soon, her eyes darted toward the razor which I held in my right hand, dangling it before her.

"You sure you want me to do this?" I asked yet again. I just wanted to be positive it was okay with her.

"Yes," she replied. "I'm just a little nervous... that's all. You know, that big razor and all..."

"Ahh, don't worry," I soothed her. "I'll be real careful with it. Just relax, sweetheart. Just relax..."

I sprayed a helping of shaving cream all over my left hand, then lathered Amy's sweet pussy and inner thighs up some more with it. Another helping was applied shortly thereafter. Soon, Amy looked like a Whip-Cream Sundae. All she needed now, it seemed, was a cherry on top.

"Oh my God..." the red-head breathed as I pressed the razor upon her right thigh, and started moving inward. Her body tensed as nearly half of her silky bush was taken away with a series of short, quick swipes. I pulled the razor back for a quick moment and shook it vigorously, causing any excess cream to fling off.

"See?" I said, kissing her kneecap. "That didn't hurt... did it? Just a bit more and I'll be all done."

Using the razor, I now worked on the opposite side. Being both gentle and extremely careful, I shaved away the curly red patch while Amy continued to sigh and breathe deeply. I think it was exciting her for me to do this.

I pulled the razor back and shook it out again. Now, the last remaining areas for me to take care of were directly above Amy's pussy and either side of her clit. I swiped away the upper portion with relative ease, but knew extra caution was needed to take care of her little passion-nub.

The red-head flinched as I gently placed the razor next to her clit. I moved the blade outward, swiping away any fuzz. Then I did the same on the opposite side. Now, save for a couple places I had missed here-and-there, I was just about finished. A few razor swipes later, and Amy's pussy was completely shaved bald.

"Oh my God!" she breathed, reaching between her thighs and feeling herself. "It's all gone!"

"Hold on, sweetheart," I said, raising to my feet. I quickly went to the restroom and got a warm wash-cloth, then returned and pressed it between her thighs. I rubbed away all of the excess shaving cream and was rewarded with the full, unobstructed view of a beautiful, little pussy.

Amy continued to rub herself for several seconds, breathing deeply, before finally offering a smile. I think she was enjoying the way her bare pussy felt upon her hand. Seeing her smile made me do the same in return.

Of course, by now... my shaft was as hard as a rock. I don't really know if it had ever been harder. Although it was short in length of time, shaving Amy's pussy had been an incredible experience for me. It was something I had always wanted to do to a woman. Simply incredible.

"I hope you like it," I told her. "No blood, either. So I didn't nick you anywhere with the blade."

"Like it?" Amy responded. "I LOVE IT! I love how it feels now. I... I feel more exposed now. I love it!"

I smiled at her while tossing the wash-cloth elsewhere in the room. "May I be the first to eat your bald pussy, dear?"

"Of course!" Amy exclaimed, opening her thighs even further. "Please!"

I moved between her thighs and gave her damp slit a long lash with my tongue. Amy gasped at the initial contact, then reached down with her right hand and gently fingered her clit. I watched this for a moment, then made eye contact with her and smiled.

I dropped to my knees and settled between her thighs. As I started swiping away at her pussy, Amy hooked a leg around my shoulder and upper back, and sighed in lust. She moved her fingers downward, across her slit, but kept them wide enough so I had ample access to her wetness. Amy groaned in sheer arousal as I worked her pussy over with my tongue.

With her free hand, the red-head grasped one of her large breasts and squeezed it tightly.

"Feels so good!" she cooed, her eyes fixated upon mine as I stared up at her.

I was the recipient of an all-you-can-eat-buffet, and it tasted wonderful.

I licked and slurped away upon her gooey pussy, and paid special attention to her tiny slit. I brushed my lower lip across it, to which Amy squealed in response. It was quite obvious that she was really aroused.

I kissed her womanly folds as her body started to rumble and vibrate upon the bed. She brought both hands downward, between her outstretched thighs, and pried-apart her slit with several fingertips. I used the invitation to plunge my tongue even deeper into her wet recesses.

As I then pressed a finger to her anus, Amy's body began to buck and thrash about wildly. She screamed in lust at the feeling, just before I used the opportunity to clamp down hard on her slit with my lips and mouth.

Amy bellowed and cried in passion as a powerful orgasm overtook her entire body. A split-second later, a stream of female love-juice was oozing from the confines of her slit. Meanwhile, I greedily lapped all of it up with my tongue. I did not stop, in fact, until her pussy had been thoroughly licked and cleaned dry.

"OHHHHH..." the nymphomaniac sighed in aftermath, her eyes closed. "You made my pussy feel so good, Jeremy. You really did. Oh my... that was something special."

I finally withdrew my face from between her thighs, and offered a gentle smile. "It was my pleasure, dear Amy."

"I have something special for you too," she said, suddenly raising up on the bed. "Here. Sit down for me. Sit down on the edge... like before."

Curious because she used the word "special", I did as Amy requested. I sat down on the edge of the bed as she dropped to her knees in front of me. I quickly got the idea that she was going to offer me one of her skilled blowjobs. But, as I soon found out... that wasn't the case at all.

Amy stroked my throbbing cock for a quick moment, before releasing it and standing erect on her knees. Then, she grabbed hold of each outer side of her breasts and lowered the large, firm globes toward my quivering shaft. "How would you like to fuck my breasts, Jeremy?"

Amy trapped my stiff erection between her breasts and then squeezed them together. The ensuing result was that her globes gripped my cock like a powerful vice. I could do nothing but moan, and stare at her in unyielding lust.

The 26-year-old giggled as she palmed her breasts and held them tight with my shaft trapped between them. She started to move her body up-and-down, my cock sliding in her vast cleavage at the very same time.

"OH YEAH," I moaned, enjoying this special treatment.

Amy continued moving up-and-down. It was pretty obvious

that she enjoyed having my cock between her breasts as well.

"I want to keep doing this," I moaned as Amy slowed her pace down, looking at me. "But I want a different position. I want you sitting on the floor."

Amy released my cock and took a seat on the floor, with her back against the bed. Meanwhile, I stood up and grasped my throbbing member, stroking it, then maneuvered myself to the front of her. Amy's thighs were far apart, her knees in the air and high-heeled feet on the floor, as she looked up at me while rubbing her freshly-shorn pussy.

I moved between her upturned knees and then dropped down to my own knees. The red-head laid her head back against the bed and smiled at me. I proceeded to slip my erection back into her cleavage, and Amy responded by smashing her breasts together, my shaft once again trapped between them.

With this new position, I was now able to thrust away at her deepened cleavage. I did just that, beginning to buck and churn my hips in a fast, frenzied motion.

This was something new for me. I had never done this sort of sexual act until today. But hey... the summer here on the island would involve a whole lot of firsts for me. It had already, in fact... and this was just the fourth day.

Amy tilted her head all the way forward and extended her velvety tongue. I responded by halting my motion on the following upstroke, so the hellcat could lick the head of my shaft with her tongue. Amy kept it extended as I moved back but when I returned with my next upstroke, she licked my cock once again.

Amy's arms were trembling; she was using all of the strength in them to smash her breasts together, almost as one. This did nothing but create added friction upon my cock, which already felt as if it were on erotic fire.

The red-headed temptress released her breasts and I held still for a moment, my cock resting in her cleavage. I looked down and noticed that her skin was glistening with my pre-cum. My next move was to grab hold of my cock and gently whack it several times against her breasts, which brought forth a giggle from the aggressive vixen.

Amy smashed her breasts together again, and I responded by re-starting my thrusting motion. She looked up at me, her eyes glowing with both lust and devotion, and smiled.

"You like fucking my breasts... don't you?" she teased. "Yeah... you like it. You love how your big cock feels between my breasts."

"I certainly do," was my reply, as I tried to hold back what promised to be a memorable orgasm.

"You know what else, Jeremy?"

"Wh-What?" I labored.

"I love you fucking my breasts," she countered. "Your

cock feels so hot and strong between them. Oh wow, I love this! You can fuck my breasts from now on if you want!"

That was it. I lost it.

I gasped and growled, my body at the edge, as Amy released her breasts. Then, I fisted my cock and held it up before her face, which prompted Amy to open her mouth and extend her tongue. I stroked my cock and then...

A heavy spurt of cum blasted out and splattered over the edge of Amy's mouth and cheek. I positioned my cock directly in front of her outstretched tongue, and then a second glob shot out. It landed - sure enough - on her velvety tongue. I continued stroking my shaft with my hand as smaller spurts blasted out from within its tip. My gooey seed landed upon her face, mouth and tongue, as well as her neck and cleavage.

Once I had run dry, I sighed and gasped in satisfaction. Amy took hold of my now-limp cock and gave it a gentle lick with her tongue, and smiled up at me.

"Aren't you glad that I came here to visit you today?" she asked in a sneery giggle. "I sure am."

"You bet I am," was my response. I looked down at Amy and watched as she continued to lick away at my deflated shaft. I had given her a really good cum-bath - especially in her hair, and on her face. So much so, in fact, that a big glob of my seed was dangling obscenely from her chin.

Amy looked more like a slut now than ever before...

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