BIKINI-POPS

Top Selling Content

  • Squatting in front of Mr. Rakehell’s bed as he waved his penis in front of her face, Jennifer tugged on his testicles, knowing he wanted to put it back in her mouth. Grasping it, he aimed above her chin, and eager to improve her chances of getting on the team, she opened wide, anxious to satisfy his desire. This time she fellated him with a touch of aggression. Her goal was to give the impression that he could use her for his pleasure until he came. She knew that he was well-connected with Coach Miller and his associates. Even if she didn’t do well enough in the tryouts, he could help her get a second chance if he felt motivated and had a good reason. Glug! Glug! Glug! She overfilled herself, mashing her mouth against his dick. He was surprised at her feistiness. “Oh, yes, Jenny! “Gag on it. All the way down!” he said, seeing she had become more submissive now. He watched his cock bend as he pushed it against her throat, this time touching her tonsils. He backed away, freeing it from her gab, and she rapidly sucked in some oxygen. “Ugghhh,” she groaned as she spat out the phlegm in her mouth on her uniform. Jennifer briefly began to suck on it again when Mr. Rakehell said, “All the way down.” One more time!” She pulled it out of her mouth with the saliva stringing off it. Having a concerned face while holding Rick's penis in front of her lips, she yelped, “I’m not sure if I can do it, sir.” “One more time. All the way down. Let me see how far you can go down,” he replied unsparingly. Upset for a moment, her eyes squinted briefly. But then something clicked in her mind, and she decided to use this decadent moment to her advantage. With a surge of confidence, she bit her lower lip, began to massage her trainer's balls, and with a baby-doll face, looked up at him and said, “I am going to get on the team, right sir?” Grabbing his penis, he put it in her mouth and said, “Of course, Jenny. As long as you keep working hard.” After she confirmed that he was committed to helping her become a Varsity League player, she took her subservient loyalty to the next level. He started to jab himself into her mouth, and she relaxed her jaw as best she could as if it were her duty to let him do so. “Yes, Jenny, just like that!” he said fiendishly. A wet, sloppy gurgle could be heard as Mr. Rakehell used her mouth like a pussy. Jennifer wore everything she had come to Rick’s apartment with, except for her shorts and underwear. Her pink headband, wristbands, over-the-calf soccer socks, jersey, shin guards, and cleats made her look ready for the game. She leaned back against the base of the bed, holding Mr. Rakehell’s thighs. He punctured her mouth as if it had one use and one use only: being a fuckhole. “You little bitch!” he said like a devil. He buried his penis deep down her throat as drool and spit dribbled down onto her shirt. She gasped for air, backing away from him and taking a moment to catch her breath. Saliva oozed from her chin as she looked up at him with sad pouty lips. “That’s a good girl,” he said, his erect dick hanging above her. He grabbed the back of her head. She opened her mouth. The face-fucking resumed. “Yeah!” Mr. Rakehell exclaimed, hearing Jennifer’s gag reflex kick in yet again. He pulled his shaft out and waved it again in front of her. She had her tongue out in anticipation of feeding on it once more. Returning his penis, he fucked her mouth before she coughed and spat out more phlegm. “Yes! That’s what Mr. Rakehell likes. Nice and sloppy!” he howled. When dating her high school sweetheart, Rob, Jennifer always gravitated toward being submissive. It was in her nature to be a giver rather than a taker. A state of lechery had w**** around her. Her shaven, wet pussy dripped onto the tile floor as Mr. Rakehell impaled her face. Rick put his left foot on the bed for leverage and thrust himself into her mouth. He buried his cock deep and far, down to her larynx sphincter. Then he backed away while watching her cough up more drool. “Yeahhhhhh!” he said, looking at her spit it onto the floor. “You can do better than that, Jenny,” he said, returning his shaft into her pie hole. “All the way down. Yes!” Again she pulled back, slavering like a dog with rabies. Leaning her head back onto the bed so that Mr. Rakehell could fuck it some more, he grabbed it with both hands and said, “You’re going to get on the team, alright. I’ll tell you that.” With that, he began to plunge into her head with no remorse. The veiny flesh of his penis pushed between her small lips. “Yes, you are!” he said as he continued to dominate her by shoving his cock down her gullet further and further, making her gasp for air. “Open that mouth. Open that mouth, Jenny. Yes!” Mr. Rakehell wailed. A slurping sound kept on vibrating within his bedroom as her pussy continued to seep onto the tile. It was a salacious scene that unquestionably everyone in her church congregation would have disapproved of. Cramming it in once more and making it bend again while pushing it down deep, he grabbed her head and said, “Look at me, look at me! Yes!” She yanked him away with beads of saliva attached to his dick and ripped a loud burp. “You want to get on the team, don’t you? Don’t you?” Mr. Rakehell asked with a vituperative voice. “Yes, sir!” Jenny said emotionally, shaking her head up and down. Her innocent round eyes stared into his and held an honest look of sincerity. “Huh? Yeah?” he quipped. She nodded in agreement again and said, “Yes, sir. Yes, sir!” She started to look a bit distraught as things were getting crazy. She wanted to make Rick happy, but it felt like the situation was right on the cusp of being too much for her to handle. She decided to surrender passively, to make all her effort worthwhile, and then he blurted, “Put this in your mouth. Open up! All the way down! “Yeah, yeah!” he screamed. Foam began to form around the edge of her lips, and her eyes began to water. Pulling away, Mr. Rakehell waved his cock around her mouth. Fueled by adrenaline, she grabbed it and shoved it back in to show him she was determined to please. “Yes, Jenny! Keep going!” he screamed, excited to see her progressive corruption. She commenced bobbing up and down on his manhood while holding onto his knees in front of the bed. “Yessss!” he said with ardency. She moaned and whimpered as she submitted to servicing him. “Take your shoes off. “Let’s take this off,” Jennifer’s trainer requested, pulling on her uniform. He lifted her from her squatting position and tossed his soccer student onto the bed. With both arms, she raised her jersey over her head and took it off, exposing her white sports bra. Meanwhile, Mr. Rakehell untied and pulled the cleats off her feet. They clapped as he tossed them both to the side of his bed.

    circle Face Fucking, Gag Fetish

  • Jennifer slid her hair behind a pink headband as she walked past some palm trees on the sidewalk. While afoot, she rolled her soccer ball around in her hands, as happy as could be. She had just finished volunteering for a youth group soccer game at her local parish and was on her way to Mr. Rakehell’s apartment to sign the girls’ varsity team registry form. Afterward, she was expected at a practice match with her girlfriends and then needed to work the night shift at Dicks Balls, the sporting goods store where she had responsibilities as a cashier. She had a full day of hard work ahead of her but was excited to see Billy later in the evening after his game. Arriving at Mr. Rakehell’s place, she knocked on his door. Surprised by his large apartment, she thought of how much money he must make as an athletic trainer for Ribald University. He answered the door with a smile and let her in. “Thank you for doing this for me. I really appreciate it,” Jennifer said, setting her soccer ball and backpack down on his couch and sitting at his living room table. Laying a hand on his chest to show sincerity, he said, “Jennifer, it wasn’t all me; it was your hard work.” He then sits down and slides the registry form from his side of the table over to her. “Here.” “Thank you,” Jennifer said in a humble voice as the sound of a pen opening clicked, and she began to review the form. There were eight openings with seven girls listed. Judy Moore, Daisy Chain, and Sarah Slit were a few. The eighth slot was blank and ready to be filled with Jennifer’s name. Across the table, Mr. Rakehell touched his chin, slightly shook his head, and licked his lips while surveying her cute appearance up close. Noticing the tiny strawberry earrings she wore made her look ripe for the taking. Jennifer examined the form as his deceitful eyes awaited her signature and then began to sign underneath Sarah’s name. Sliding the document back toward him when she finished, he looked to see if her full name was written down, and it was. Jennifer Simpson was officially the last girl to be put on the 2023 girls’ varsity soccer registry list. Or so she thought. She shook her leg under the table as Mr. Rakehell looked at the form. “Hey, Mr. Rakehell, can I use your restroom?” “I really have to go the bathroom,” she said. “Yeah, sure, it’s right around the corner here in the guest room,” he said as he pointed to the door behind him. “Okay, thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Bolting up from the bench, she headed straight toward the entrance. As she passed, he turned around to glance at her bottom. Her cleats clack on the white tile floor before closing the door behind her. She stood before the toilet and lowered her soccer shorts upon entering the bathroom. Wiggling onto the cold seat gave her goosebumps and made her need to pee much quicker. Her slim legs hung over the lid and widened as she started tinkling. “Ahhh,” she sighed. Doing her business in the bathroom gave her time to reflect on what she needed to get done later today. It also linked a release of pressure to being accepted on the team. A tiny fart slipping out of her starfish echoed in the bowl, making her feel relieved in more ways than one. Shaking her bottom caused the last drops of urine to drip from her lips and fall into the water below. Pulling some toilet paper from the roll beside her, she wipes herself dry. Finishing, she pulls up her panties, adjusting them around her waist. Jennifer has a petite frame, but her butt is relatively large. After putting her shorts back on, she opens the door to say goodbye to Mr. Rakehell. The door clicks shut, and Jennifer walks by her trainer over to the couch. “Well, I have to go to practice.” But I really appreciate everything that you did for me,” She said before picking her backpack off the cushions, sliding it on, and then grabbing her soccer ball. “If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know.” Mr. Rakehell gives her an ominous look. “Jenny, you know what? Now that I think about it, “I think there is something you can do for me,” he said deviously. The vibration in the room swiftly changes. Out of nowhere, Jennifer senses that her trainer wants something from her that she shouldn’t give him. She momentarily looks down at the floor, wishing she had more time to think, but then raises her head, bites her lip, and asks nervously, “Oh…, what’s that?” A sexually charged energy now consumes the space between the two of them. Jennifer may be innocent, but she’s not stupid. Based on Mr. Rakehell’s attitude, she understands exactly what he wants. “Come back over here, sweetheart, and have a seat,” he said while grinning. Sadly, Jennifer did just that. Satisfied with her trainer’s ability to be her trusted mentor, she decides to omit to object to his manipulative advances without opposition.

    circle Fart Fetish, Toilet Fetish Fantasy

  • I need to wake up if I'm going to be early for my new gymnastics orientation. What will my instructors be like? When do we practice our routines? Where is the new gymnasium? I look forward to what I will learn today, yet I am not proud of how I secretly earned my scholarship. Thankfully, that's all in the past now.  I don't think I'm a bad girl or even a slut. Still, it's hard to admit that I'm ashamed for giving my academy instructor, Mr. Jerkin, that private video.  I'm sure he liked watching me in my bedroom on camera peel off my Leo to expose my privates when my family was not home. I can't believe I even rubbed myself down there just to ensure he got off! He's such a pig, but I must admit, he fulfilled his end of the bargain. Not only was I awarded the "Gymnast of the Year Scholarship," but I also haven't seen the video posted online or heard any of my friends talking about it, which means he kept it for himself, thank God! I'm glad I graduated and won't have his prying eyes all over me anymore.  I bet Mr. Jerkin would want another inappropriate video if I was still one of his students. Probably something even worse, like me going to the bathroom and stuff. Gross! He's such a disgusting pervert. I'm so relieved I have new teachers this year!

    circle 18-19 Years Old, Toilet Fetish Fantasy

  • Initially, Jennifer thought when she came to her soccer trainer’s apartment earlier this afternoon, she would sign the registry form for the Varsity Team tryouts and then move on with her day. Instead, shortly after she arrived, she initiated an inappropriate relationship with him as payback for the strings he pulled to give her a chance at being a Varsity player. She has missed her practice game with her girlfriends and cashier shift at Dicks Balls but still plans to see Billy after his tournament later this evening. Billy’s game was being played at a college about twenty minutes away and, based on what time it was, most likely about to end. But Mr. Rakehell hadn’t cum yet. Jennifer was on Rick’s bed, lying on her back, with her legs pulled upward. They were open, and she touched herself while she watched Mr. Rakehell drink a large glass of water. Her pink hairband and wristbands were all that she wore. “I want you inside me, Mr. Rakehell,” she purred, diddling her sore privates.  Taking the last sip of water, he set the glass down and walked over to her lying on the bed. “I want you to give it to me,” she insisted, spreading herself open with both hands as Rick stood between her toned legs.  Smirking, he put himself inside her and began to deliver his manhood as he pinned her legs back with his large, muscular arms. Jennifer moaned as his erect penis pressed against her battered folds. Mr. Rakehell never had sex twice with the girls on the team that he worked for. The rule helped him get away with his scheme for as long as he had. This day was the only one he had to enjoy Jennifer, and he wanted to use her up as best he could. Picking her off the bed, he stepped back and turned around. With her legs locked around his strong arms, he held onto her butt cheeks and tossed her up and down on his shaft, enjoying his last opportunity to loosen her snug box. The penetration wasn’t painful, but she was tender down there. That was easy for her to understand after having four orgasms during one session of sex. All that mattered was letting Mr. Rakehell have his way with her for ten more minutes. The sun had set, Billy’s tournament was almost over, and she wanted to prepare for her date later this evening. Mr. Rakehell continued pumping into his student as she bounced on his member. She w**** her arms tight around his neck and shouted in a punch-**** tone, “Give it to me, Mr. Rakehell! Give it to me!” “Yes, yes!”, He exclaimed as he plowed into her hanging garden, holding her bottom and using her weight to gain more momentum, driving himself as deep as he could inside her young body. Heavy breathing filled the room as their torsos ground against one another; their sweat mixed and dripped to the floor. They discontinued fornicating, and Mr. Rakehell took a pillow from his bed for Jennifer to kneel on. Going down on her knees, she put Mr. Rakehell in her mouth and began finishing her favor for all the support that he provided. “You’re going to get all this cum.” “Oh, yes, Jenny,” he pledged as he looked down while standing above her. Already drooling, she spits onto the floor, grabs his penis, and goes straight to work on his orgasm by sucking him off.  “That’s a good girl; keep going, Jenny,” he continued. Mr. Rakehell had face-fucked her four times in the last seven hours. This time, the fifth today would be the most intense yet. “Open your mouth. Open that throat. Yes…,” Rick said in a hawkish tone. He was ready to bust his nuts and he was going out with a bang. He grabbed the top of her head with his left hand, his cock with the right, and shoved himself straight down her throat, past her pharynx, throttling her instantly.  “Yesss!” he howled and then removed himself. Jennifer spat all over the floor. She knew this was the end and became a little frightened. Mr. Rakehell wasn’t starting slow. She knew this last blowjob was going to be rough. She went to her happy place, snuggling on the couch with Billy while watching a movie and having popcorn, before enduring Mr. Rakehell’s sick smash into her muzzle. He put himself back in her mouth and lowered his hand to her head. Pumping into her face, he yanked his dick out, attached beads of drool, and then slammed it in quickly. He buried it with no remorse. “One more time.” “All the way down!” he screeched, using his other hand to tap the one behind her head like a hammer so that it shoved his cock further into her skull. His dick was now nudging the delicate back of her esophagus. She pulled away and belched. Phlegm came up immediately and began to ooze out between her lips. “Yeahhhh!” he hollered out with a happy smile. Jennifer spits on the floor, turns toward him, and opens her mouth, knowing what is coming next. He filled it without hesitation and yelled, “All the way down! All the way down! Do that one more time!” Grabbing her shoulders, he rammed her toward him, gouging away at her face. Her gag reflex activated again. Rick buried himself deeper, screaming, “Nooo…. “Hold it!” She ripped away from him, almost puking. Large globs of thick phlegm came up, and she spat them onto the floor, looking at them in disgust. “Ohhh...” Mr. Rakehell grunted, getting off on how nasty it all was. Jennifer raised her head, with Rick’s hard penis in her face. Completely submissive, she opened her mouth, clearly knowing her purpose at his apartment this late in the day. After shoving himself in, he grabbed her head with both hands and pushed his weight into her throat. “You wanna be on the team? You hold that for ten more seconds,” he bawled. He pushed harder and further. Foam filled her lips. She gasped and gagged and needed to consolidate her thoughts to stay focused on the task at hand. “Hold that, Jenny!” he requested as he filled her throat.  She yanked away. Drool dripped. Panting, she took deep breaths. Mr. Rakehell was standing above her with a dominant stance. Swinging his dick in circles before her face, she breathed heavily, preparing for her next mouthful.  She placed him back into her head and knelt naked with her legs spread. Spit, phlegm, and drool covered her chest and the pillow below. It looked like a scene straight out of a whore movie. In and out, In and out, In and out. Mr. Rakehell’s meat slid in and out of her mouth, lubricated by all the phlegm and mucus coming up. Pulling it out with beads of drool attached, he looked down at her, thrilled to see the mess that he was making. “Ohhh, that’s nasty!”, He said. Whimpering, she put his penis back in her mouth. Glug, glug, glug. The sound of his cock shoved into her facial orifice ricocheted off the walls of his bedroom. “You little bitch. Gag on it. I want to hear you Gag on it!” Mr. Rakehell taunted with a wicked look in his eyes. He continued to fuck her face as drool squeezed out from the corners of her mouth. Glug, Glug, Glug. “Ohhh, you’re going to get all this cum, Jenny. Yes. Open up!” he said as he penetrated her throat.  Her trainer was ramming himself down her neck and slapping her tits before she yanked away for a breath. “Yeah!” he said with excitement.  She hurled a little in her mouth and spat it on the floor. “Oh my God,” she said hysterically in a  shell-shocked state. ”This is so wrong, sir!” With wide eyes, Jennifer looked up at Mr. Rakehell as excessive drool poured from each corner of her mouth. “No one is ever going to find out, baby, no one,” he proclaimed as he held up her chin with his fingers, positioning her mouth for the entrance of his dick once again. “Yeahhh!” he moaned, filling her head. Jennifer got a kink in her throat, making her larynx constrict, which made her gullet thin, clutching Rick’s dick tightly. She was making strange noises, wedged air escaping her wet lips, with a mouth full of penis-type noises.  He pulled it out and used his shaft like a mop, swiping her chin in circles and collecting strings of drool as they were about to fall onto the bed. Having a window to catch her breath, she did. Splattered with spit, he moved back in to face-fuck her some more. Her perky, slobber-coated breasts only got stickier as he continued to grind between her lips, making her salivate even more. He slapped at her tits and spread the sputum all over her chest. It made her nipples glisten in the light emitted from the lamps on his nightstands.   “One more time. Make it disappear. All the way down. All the way down! Open your mouth! All the way! Open your mouth!” Jennifer gaped open orally, saying “Aahhhh” with a crackled tone. He shoved his cock in her mouth, bending it, and pressing it down into her throat with his right hand while pushing the back of her head against it with his left. “More!” he yelled, trying to hide it better as Jennifer accepted his perverted pleas. Using her head like a ham hock with a hole cut, he pummeled into her mouth, gagging her more, creating excess froth on the sides of her cheeks. “Hold it! Keep going! Yeah!” he hissed, mashing her head into his cock with both hands w**** tight around the sides of her head.  She spits him out frantically, drooling and gasping from another gag reflex. “Oh, my god!” she wailed as she tried to gather herself and collect her strength. “Yes, Jenny!” Mr. Rakehell exclaimed. “You’re definitely going to make the team,” He assured her. Jennifer’s eyes watered as she slavered onto her chest. Her self-worth was beginning to tank. Mr. Rakehell was pushing the limits of her sanity. But she had gone too far to quit now. The thought of making out with Billy later in the evening helped her keep going.  She told herself, I got this! And then opened her mouth and let her trainer reinsert himself once more. “Yesss!” he crowed as he slid himself between her lips, rubbed her mucus-covered breasts with his hands, and fed her his whole length. While becoming familiar with Jennifer’s beautiful athletic body for the last seven hours, Mr. Rakehell built an excessive load of cum that filled his nuts. He was ready to release his ball batter, planning an injection into her stomach through her throat. “You ready for this cum, baby?” he asked, pumping into her drooling face. “Uhm-hum, uhm hum, uhm hum!” she murmured rapidly in response, with her mouth full as she slurped. “Yeah?” he asked, looking down at her, feeling so fortunate to have had all this mischief with her today. Slurp, Slurp, Slurp. “Oh, yeah...” Mr. Rakehell grunted. Looking upward, he focused on shooting his hot sticky glue into the hole within her head. Suddenly, having another laryngospasm, Jennifer unlodged his cock from her throat and coughed up a massive glob of phlegm. She almost puked but was able to hold it down. Then, with her hands by her sides, she sat with her mouth open, humming “Aahhhhh” in a pathetic, desperate tone. One that signified that he had taken her down to the lowest notch.  Swinging his hips, he waved his dick in front of her face, letting the tip graze her tongue as her mouth opened wide, awaiting his sperm. “One more time. All the way down. Yes!” he roared, concealing his cock under the roof of her mouth for several seconds. A gagging sound filled the silence in the room.  Needing air, she pushed him back. Falling into a stupefied state, she was ready for him to cum, so that she could go. A legitimate feeling of being broken and spent hovered over her. “Fuck!” Jennifer belled. Whining and confused, she seemed lost. The drool that his dick created was dripping off of her chin and onto her breast. She was a hot mess and ready for this to end. “Yeah, one more time. “You’re gonna get cum all in that mouth!” Mr. Rakehell snapped, reinserting himself as he massaged her phlegm-covered chest. Positioning her head with his arm, he hunched over her and thrust a final series of pumps into her mouth.  After gagging, spitting, and gasping, she then returned for more. Her soccer trainer shook her head back and forth, pulling her lips on and off his cock in a breakneck motion. Finally, pulling himself from her gorge, Mr. Rakehell begins to masturbate in front of Jennifer’s saliva-stained face. “Yeah, come here,” he ordered, preparing to fill her stomach with his seed. Gaping her mouth open, she waits in eager anticipation for the arrival of his milk. “Aahhhhhhhh,” she hummed. Stuffing his student’s mouth for the last time, Mr. Rakehell grabs the back of Jennifer’s head and continues stroking as he pushes his dick between her warm lips. “Oh yes! “Oh yes, Jenny!” he shrieks as his pelvic floor constricts, his balls explode, and a torrent of sperm bursts from his penis into her mouth, filling both cheeks. “Put it all the way down your throat!” he shouted out. And she did just that. She didn’t need to swallow it though because it more or less sprayed down her gullet like it released from a broken fire hydrant.  Her eyes scrunched shut as her head shot back, and her neck bulged out from her trainer’s massive testicular discharge. Coating her throat with its slimy texture made her heave a little inside her mouth.  Swallowing the steamy mixture, she was feeling a little nauseous. But at the same time, she was glad that after completely consuming all of the fluid, Rick would have no need for her at his apartment anymore, and she would be on her way. Mr. Rakehell squeezed the last drops of semen from his cock directly into her mouth. Having swallowed most of it all, she spat a small excess portion out that dripped off her lips down onto her chest and to the floor.  Shaking his dick off in her face, drops of his sperm flew through the air, landing on her tongue and cheeks. She touched her mouth, feeling how cum covered it was, and then brought her hand to her chest, rubbing his seed all over her breast as she hugged them together and pinched the tip of her pink nipples.  Their session of sex whined down, and they panted and reflected on their day together. A sense of disaster lifted and hovered above their sweaty bodies, followed by completion. Jennifer put her fingers in her mouth and tasted her soccer trainer’s cum, as he swung his now-flaccid penis around in her face.  Looking up at him with her round hazel eyes, she asked naively, “I am going to make the team, right sir?” He grasped her chin and raised her head, looking into her angelic gaze, saying, “Of course, Jenny. As long as you keep working hard.” Believing what he said was true and relying on his confidence, she felt assured that letting Rick use her as he did for the day cemented her status as a varsity team player. Their afternoon of debauchery together would pay off. Looking at the world through rose-colored glasses made Jennifer trust people too much. Especially ones that she looked up to, admired, and respected. This element of her personality enabled certain characters, like Mr. Rakehell, to manipulate and fill her with a sense of hope that sometimes didn’t even exist. After wiping the semen from her mouth, she redressed, picked up her belongings, and said goodbye to Rick. She had just enough time to get home, shower, dress, and put her makeup on for Billy. As she went out the door and began to walk back home, she felt something was off. Not being able to put her finger on it, she let it go. However, she did feel a need to go to confession the following Sunday. Unbeknownst to her at that moment, Jennifer’s decision to divulge her sins to her pastor would lead to how officials at Ribald University would find out about Mr. Rakehell’s improper behavior, eventually resulting in his removal from the school and bringing an end, to the Varsity Slut League.

    circle Schoolgirl Fantasy 18+, Teacher Fetish

  • Jennifer is now straddling the bench she had just sat on to sign the registry form. Leaning towards its one end, Mr. Rakehell walks in front of her and pulls down his pants. “Are you sure we should be doing this, Mr. Rakehell?” Jennifer said, looking up at him, confused. “This could be our little secret.” “Yes, sir,” she said quietly. Gently touching her chin, he grabbed his penis and put it in her mouth. He pulled his shirt up and laid his head back as Jennifer slowly began to suck on him. This wasn’t the first time she had given a blow job, so she didn’t feel that uncomfortable doing it. However, these were definitely under different circumstances that’s for sure. She began to caress his testicles and pick up her pace simultaneously before stopping briefly to look up at him with her youthful eyes saying, “Mr. Rakehell, your dick is sooo big. I’ve never had one this big before.” Mr. Rakehell put his left hand on her head to push his manhood further in her mouth. “Ohhhh, I can see you playing with the Varsity Girls already,” he moaned. She kissed the tip, slid forward on the bench, and continued to fellate him. “Just like that, Jenny,” Mr. Rakehell said. She was now going further down his shaft with her mouth, slightly gagging. With both hands on the back of her head, Jennifer knew he wanted her to go as far as she could. As she bobbed back and forth on his cock, her heart-shaped ass rocked on the bench. Her backpack and soccer ball lay strewn across the floor before them. Mr. Rakehell moaned while he continued to pump back and forth into her oral orifice and she muttered something with her mouth full. “Just like that.” Mr. Rakehell said. Slurping sounds began to grow louder, and drool was now starting to drip down below her chin onto the floor. Jennifer always had an oral fixation. Unlike some girls, she enjoyed giving head and did not see it as a big deal. It’s empowering for her to know how a man will tremble by having him in her mouth. Nevertheless, she felt this was an awkward situation to perform the act. Quite simply, she wasn’t on a date. She never looked at Rick as someone to go out with because he was much older than her, seeming more like a big step-brother or step-father figure than a potential boyfriend. Even if she hadn’t just been bought dinner or brought to a movie, the fact that they both agreed to keep this a secret made her feel more comfortable misbehaving in this way. Knowing what she was doing was wrong weighed on her conscience. But regardless of being Catholic, it didn’t bother her because nobody would find out. Besides, since she had been working with Mr. Rakehell and he helped her, she felt he deserved something. She might as well enjoy returning the favor, she thought to herself. Jennifer had recently watched an adult film with Billy called “Down the Hatch.” He kept asking her to “Deep Throat” him, and even though she had given oral sex to men in the past, she hadn’t ever done it that way before. Deciding that it may make Mr. Rakehell cum quickly, she tried to mimic what she learned from the movie and afterward performed on Billy that night. She grabbed Rick’s dick and licked it up and down. She then kissed the tip again before letting out a small moan and then strengthened her grip before initiating a more powerful strength of suction on its length. Once again, she grabbed him by the balls and used her hold as leverage to push herself further down on him. A Glug Glug Glug sound was audible between sucking and slurping. It was evident to Mr. Rakehell that she wanted to do a good job and make him happy. He started to pump harder into her mouth, making her gag more than before. Saliva was now dripping from each corner of her lips. She pulled his cock out momentarily and spat out the excess pool of drool that had puddled up on her tongue. Eagerly, she returned to servicing his member as more saliva dripped off her chin. Bubbles began forming on the bottom of his dick, and she gagged once more. Pulling back, she sucks in a quick breath before returning to her task. He held the bottom of her jaw to help guide himself deeper into her mouth as a long bead of drool stretched to the tile. Rick could hear high-pitched squeaks mixed in with heavy breathing as she intermittently searched for air between sucking and gagging on his penis. Mr. Rakehell put a pillow on the floor for Jennifer’s knees. She slid off the bench and assumed the position as drool began to drip down onto her soccer uniform. He moaned and grabbed the back of her head, again with both hands, while pushing himself further into her mouth. She gagged twice, then three strings of spit stretched from her lips to his dick when she backed up for a breath. “Am I a good teacher?” “Yes, sir,” Jennifer said as he pushed her head back onto his dick. “Ohhhh... all the way down,” Mr. Rakehell said, “Open your throat, open your throat, open your throat.” The pumping and drooling continued. The slurping got louder. Rick’s penis got lodged for a moment, and when he got it out, a large burp erupted from her mouth. “Oh yes!” Mr. Rakehell exclaimed before quickly shoving his dick back into her head. Gasping for air, she could hear him say, “One more time,” as he filled her gullet and continued to pump in and out. “Good girl, Yesss!” Muffled, slurred sounds of a large object entering and exiting her wet mouth could be heard throughout the living room. She pulled back again, and more spit strings connected between her mouth and Rick’s shaft. “Am I doing it right, Mr. Rakehell?” she asked curiously. “Oh, yes, Jenny. Open your mouth,” he said. He shoved his dick deep in one last time. “All the way down. Hold that right there!” Pushing hard once more, with both of his hands on the back of her head, she pulls away as another large burp erupts from deep down her throat. Knowing that her practice game was about to start, Jennifer felt guilt-ridden doing what she was doing; when she understood, her teammates would wonder why she didn't show up.

    circle Deep Throat, Gag Fetish

  • With my right knee firmly placed on the carpet, I bring my left foot forward and grab my hips as I begin the stretching routine in my bedroom. Wearing my favorite sparkly blue leo, I focus on holding my posture. I have a lot on my mind and need to make a serious decision, so I feel that doing some poses will clear my head and help me decide what to do. It all started at my gymnastics academy. I was a bit clumsy when I initiated my lessons, but now just before I was about to graduate from high school I was the best in my class, except for maybe Amy. As my body developed throughout the years, I began to notice that I was getting more attention from the teachers that worked in the facility than I had in the past. The spandex uniforms that I wore fit tight and clung to my body. Occasionally, some of the instructors would gawk at my perky nipples or stare at my camel toe during my routines. At first, it made me feel a little uncomfortable, but eventually, I got used to it. It's just the way men are, I thought to myself. Besides, now that I was eighteen and budding into a young woman, I was proud that I had a body that men were attracted to. Sometimes it actually gave me a tingle between my legs that made me play with myself in the bathroom after school before anyone came home. Mr. Jerkin was a nice man, but he, of all the instructors, tended to peep the most. One morning I remember doing my stretches, and when I looked up, I caught him glancing between my legs with his mouth open. I realized that he had a bulge growing in his pants and that he needed to readjust his stance so that I wouldn't take notice. But I did. One day towards the end of the school year, he pulled me aside after class to say that he had something really important to tell me. I knew that the Gymnast of the Year Award was coming up, and I was kind of nervous. Was he about to tell me that I didn't qualify? I was so concerned because I was planning on a scholarship from that award to help pay for my first year of junior college. Once all the other students had left, he sat me down at his desk and had a somber look on his face. "Well Katie, I know that you’ve worked really hard for a long time in hopes that you would receive the Gymnast of the Year award," he said. Knowing now that this is what he wanted to talk about, I immediately grew a lump in my throat, and my tiny legs started to shake under his table. I swallowed deeply and continued to listen. "I want to let you know that I have some good news and some bad news.", he continued. "Which would you like to hear first?" I really wanted to know if there was a problem or not with me getting this award, so I said, "The bad news, please." "The bad news is that even though you've worked as hard as you have for the past year, it looks like Amy is going to receive the scholarship because of her ranking.", he explained. Crushed, I didn't even want to ask him what the good news was, but I did in hopes that there was still a way to obtain the reward. "What's the good news?” I asked. "The good news is that I'm going to give you an opportunity to outrank her so that you can receive the scholarship instead." Mr. Jerkin announced. My eyes opened, and my entire face lit up with excitement. I thought to myself; There is a chance after all! With a renewed smile, I said, "Really? That's awesome, Mr. Jerkin. What is it exactly that I need to do?." A small grin appeared along the corner of his mouth. "Well Katie, I’ve noticed how you have developed over the years and have realized that you're much more coordinated, tone, and fit than you used to be, especially now that you're eighteen. I want you to make a video. A private video for me that no one else will see. With this video, I'm going to analyze your form, stance, and posture to make sure that giving the scholarship to Amy and not you is the right decision to make." His grin turned into a smirk as he could see the look in my eyes had hinted that I had a feeling where this was headed. "Uhhhh, Okay, Mr. Jerkin. You need to see everything? Ummm, I think I can do that. When do you need it by?" "By the end of the week. That's when I need to notify the economic aid department in regards to the scholarship." He said. I was looking into his eyes as I swallowed deeply again thinking to myself that I couldn't believe what he was asking for. "Okay then, I'll do my best, sir.", I said with an evident nervousness. As I began to leave, Mr. Jerkin took my hand and said, "Katie, you understand that in this private video, I need you to show me your entire form, your whole stance, and your complete posture. I want to be able to see it with the naked eye up close and clearly without anything in the way. Otherwise, I won't be able to make the right decision. Understood?" Even though he didn't say it directly during our conversation, I knew what he wanted to see in this private video...

    circle Masturbation Humiliation, Schoolgirl Fantasy 18+

  • A happy-go-lucky girl named Sarah struts her stuff and meanders through a maze of foliage during a paid photo shoot for her QuikPix social media account. The pictures taken are primarily of her in modest poses. While working with the photographer, he talks her into flashing for him while outdoors in the park. He gets some candid photos of her rubbing lotion between her legs, flashing her perky young breast & even spreading her tight shaved box. She felt a little embarrassed at the end of the day but was excited to make so much extra money just for taking candid photos. She would never want anyone on Quick-Pics to know that she secretly sold some nudes. But she immediately registered a "Private-Admirer" account with an alias later that night to continue her hustle...

    circle Bikini-Swimsuit Fetish, Cameltoe

  • Heather is a twenty-year-old who loves to play volleyball for her college but might not be able to continue because of her mounting student debt. She takes a job doing a gig as a bikini model. Before Heather knows it, she's involved in an unseemly photo shoot that involves pictures of her urinating and putting things in her butthole. Ultimately, she's glad to get paid at the end of the day but is extremely ashamed of what she did to get the money. Especially when her boyfriend, James, finds out about her endeavor...

    circle Anal Fetish, Humiliation
My Content