Dear God please, somebody let me cum.
Mr. Jackson announces he has won and he wants his cock in my ass.
As I approach him he tells me to face the table and play with my clit while I fuck him.
I rub my sloppy pussy all over his cock before I slide my ass down on it.
The sensation is not one I can accurately describe and as I rub my wet clit I have to bite my lip not to cum.
Bit by bit, inch by inch, I reach the base of his cock and ease my way up and down his shaft.
My pussy is undoubtedly dripping on to the chair and I think, for a moment, that I might pass out.
“That’s it little girl. Make those titties bounce,” Mr. Jackson commands.
My ass is still sore and I am fairly certain why he chose to have his cock in my ass is so he could see his handiwork.
My suspicions are confirmed when Mr. Elliott joyously annoyed he’s won.
Mr. Jackson runs his hand slowly across my ass.
“Such a pretty little ass Miss Madison.”
“Get over here and sit on my cock little girl,” Mr. Elliott directs.
“Same way as you did Harlow.”
“Yes Mr. Elliott.”
I straddle him and sit my very messy cunt on his cock.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can’t handle much more.
“You are a hot little slut. I might have to join the club, after all, so I can really enjoy your puss,” Mr. Elliott whispers.
What is it with the whispering?
It is taking me every ounce of restraint I can muster to not explode on this cock.
Thankfully I get a break when Mr. Elliott tells me to get up.
I can’t tell how many more times I am passed around, I’m just trying to get to cum because my sore ass can’t take anymore.
Finally, they count their winnings and Professor Harlow has won the most.
Please let me cum. I’ll be so good from now on.
He motions me to come to him and, silently, he turns me and bends me over the table.
Professor Harlow slams his cock into me and grabs my hair, pulling me back.
“You have been such a good girl. Do you want to cum Missy?”
“Yes please Sir,” I plead.
He continues pounding my cunt and I am about to lose control.
He relaxes his grip on my hair and leans on my back.
“Cum Missy. Cum on my cock,” he whispers.
That’s it. The literal food gates open and I hear my juices meeting the ground as he pummels me.
“Fuck Missy. You have such a hot little cunt.”
He increases his pace and I swear I never stop cumming.
Suddenly, he pulls out, shoots his hot cum all over my sore ass, and it feels wonderful.
I collapse into the table in he whispers that I’m his favorite.
I could die happy right here I think.