human clay

i’ll take care of drafts after studying.

        there was a sneer on adler’s hips as she made a begging mess of her so easily. he played with her pussy until her latest words, to which he suddenly stopped the finger that he stuck deep inside her. “hm? what was that?” his eyes were sever on the woman, and he added a finger inside of her, and then another. soon, without warning her or giving her a break, he was finger fucking her relentlessly, fucking her between her tight and wet walls. “did i hear an order? because i don’t like ‘em.” a growl came out of his lips as he stood up, their lips barely inches away. he unfastened his belt with the free hand and let the massive erection out, slapping against the back of her hand. “beg for it. tell me how much you need it.”

        “i don’t know, their moans are usually too loud for me to hear anything they say,” he shot back. there was satisfaction in seeing the woman unfolding under the attentions of his lips, but adler wanted more; he wasn’t the tame kind of man. he wanted to take her completely. but she also wanted her to beg for it. reaching down with a hand, he stroked her inner thighs for a few seconds before spreading her legs and tugging her panties aside. he started tracing her damp folds with his fingers, pressing them, but never slipping inside. her addicting scent made him growl and he tore off her panties, only to then sink a finger inside her and hooking it there, circling it inside her tightness.

       adler couldn’t tell what was special about that girl, aside her looks. but it was clear that her friends cherished and protected her, keeping everyone away: she was the most wanted prey around. and as the predator that he was, he took the challenge upon himself. it took a while but now the woman was in his hand, throbbing with desire, just like him. at her words, he closed her nipple between his teeth, tugging lightly on it. a little growl came out of his throat. “i’m giving the orders here.” it was than that he let her go of her breast and looked down, taking in the scent of her sex. the bulge in his pants was painful. he stood up and unzipped them, pulling out of the hole his hard shaft, that was standing there in all his impressive girth and size. he slipped it between her legs as he pushed the woman against the wall with the weight of his body, and then he turned her around, placing her hands against the surface. pulling up her waist and aligning his dick against her folds, he slapped the bulbous tip a few times before entering her with a sharp thrust, burying the tip in and starting to work her deeper.

        while he wasn’t a saint, he didn’t quite expect things to end like this. out for drinks, he wanted a quiet evening with his friends, but as soon as they found each other alone, something sparked between them. call it chemistry. either way, he was in the backroom of the building, hands pressing and squeezing the woman’s ass with delight. after biting down at her bottom lip, his lips traveled further down. tugging the dress down, he mouthed her breast, sucking on her nipple hungrily. “come on. no one will hear us. i know you want it.”

        as he finally saw the other falling to his knees, looking so innocent, his cock throbbed into the young hand and was fully hard within seconds. from the uncut tip a drop of pre-cum was glistening. “like that. such a good boy.” he took his own mast away from the male’s grip only to slap it a few times on his lips, spreading some pre-cum over them. “taste it. you’re good at this. better than with my subject. let me help you keep your scholarship, hm?” he ran the free hand through the boy’s hair and then placed the huge dick against his lips, moving his hips and pushing it past his parted lips.

        with a heavy sigh, he tugged at his thick but soft shaft, looking at the other. “look, kid. i don’t have time to waste. you’re shit in my subject and you’re going to fail the entire semester. no paper can make up for that. and i don’t need your money.” he patted a hand into his own lap, lifting just enough to remove the trousers and underwear out of the way. “get on your knees and start sucking my dick with those pretty lips of yours. if you do, i won’t say a word about you trying to bribe me and your grades will improve.”

        a devious smirk formed on the professor’s lips. “if it isn’t my lucky day.” he stood up and let his pants fall down, his cut and thick shaft hanging between the muscled and hairy thighs. he walked closer to the other, placing a hand behind the small of his back and pulling him close. “that’s even better. let me break you in. you trust me, don’t you?” kissing the boy’s earlobe, he took his hand into his own and placed it around his semi-soft shaft, squeezing it around it and moving it up and down. looking down into his eyes, he placed a teasing kiss on his lips. “i bet you’d look so pretty on your knees servicing my dick. why don’t you try?”

        vincent had always been a vanilla man due to his education, except lately, when the boy’s mother entered in his life. bu lately many depraved thoughts crowded his mind, and that the boy felt such a powerful pull to him—it flattered him. it drove him crazy, it made his body respond before he could even realize. as the other gasped so loudly, he broke another barrier. slipping his tongue past the boy’s lips and plunging for a brief kiss, he murmured to him, “shh, your mother is upstairs. this has to stay between us.” feeling the other so close and inhaling his scent, vincent couldn’t help but forcing the tip of his finger inside the boy, as the young male tried to fuck himself with it. he hooked it there, testing the tightness and moving it a little. when the other finally freed his erection, the massive slab of uncut meat slapped the soft surface, brushing the hands that unfastened his pants. “do you like it?” he asked, looking the other in the eyes. “i noticed you checking me out. i know you wanted to see it.” with the free hand, he reached down and he slapped the heavy mast into the young male’s hand, leaving a thin thread of pre-cum there. the musk (his own, and that of the boy’s mother) filled the air between them. “come on, son. play with it.”

        with a snapping sound and a sinister look in his eyes he lowered the zip of his jeans, pressing his fingers around the sizeable shape of what was hiding underneath. “there is one way to make up for that bad grade.”

        vincent has never been one for odd kinks—doing this with his step-son? it never crossed his mind. yet his hand awoke something into him. the fact that the boy was grasping the dick on which his mother came screaming barely an hour before drove him crazy. he welcomed the boy’s grinding against his hand with an open palm, fully grasping and squeezing his ass with a full hand. “hm. it’s not there. let me check here...” he looked the other right into the eyes as he slipped his hands under his pants, beneath the underwear. he stuck a finger into his crack, prodding at the tight entrance, boldly, driven by lust. “are you okay, son? you’re a little red.” his mast was fully hard by now and threatened to tear the pants. yes, he was packing.

        “a gift? you? you have a gift for me?”

        he couldn’t believe her. her answer, as insolent as it was, made his blood flow away from his brains, who decided to take a very bad decision. looking at her and leaning close to her hear, he whispered, “oh, i’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” moving his hand under the blanket, he tugged her clothes and slipped a hand against her mound, and a finger sneaked between her folds. when miriam came back with the popcorn, he hooked the tip inside her. “looks delicious.” before his daughter placed the bowl on his lap, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, still inside florence’s warmth.

         vincent believed the boy at first and decided not to make a fuss about it, but the moment the boy looked up, he knew what was going on. that look made his blood boil. his bulge grew under the step-son’s hand. “that’s still not the remote, kid,” he said with a husky voice. he didn’t know what was taking him, but he leaned on one side, barely inches away from the boy’s mouth, and reached under the covers. “let’s see.” pretending to look for the remote, he let his hand feel the boy’s ass.

      “hey. that’s not the remote you’re touching under the blanket.”