The school girl pushed the heavy wooden door behind her, the brass latch making a satisfying click as it engaged with the strike.
“Hello Daddy.”
The gentleman whom she addressed was a man of sixty with short greying hair and was naked apart from his socks. He had been tied to a chair, bound by his wrists and ankles as he had requested.
“Hello young lady.”
“Does this meet your requirements?” She had grown two bra sizes since she had quit school, and her butt had become even more pert and round. The result was not the apex of elegance but was delightfully slutty.
Annabel walked towards her captor, his cock growing with her every step. She looked down at his lengthening manhood, rooted in a bush of brown and grey pubic hair.
She stopped a foot from his chair, put an index finger between her legs, slowly drawing the digit upwards, pinging open one of the buttons on her blouse. Then she turned and tossed her strawberry blonde hair as she looked back over her shoulder at the gentleman, who sat agog.
Parting her legs, a little further, she touched her toes, her skirt riding up over her bum. This elicited an involuntary gasp from her ‘audience’ whose cock was now rigid and throbbing. Annabel slid a hand over her peachy behind and ran a single finger over the groove in her panties, which were now clinging to her pussy. She then ran both hands over her toned legs before standing upright and then turned to face the gentleman.
He looked up at her with a mixture of delight and anticipation, as she popped open the remaining buttons on her blouse. Her ample unfettered breasts were already heaving against the cotton, her nipples firm and protruding.
At any other time, she wouldn’t look twice at a man of his age, but this was business and she took her work seriously.
As the last button on her top popped open, Annabel’s breasts quivered and bounced in all their glory. Lowering herself, she held onto the back of his chair so that her boobs squished around his face and her panties brushed the tip of his cock.
He let out a grunt of pleasure, and at the same time a little precum oozed from his nob, which was smeared around her gusset as she rubbed herself against him.
For a while Annabel moved her body to and fro so that her breasts stroked his face, her nipples brushing his lips but never pausing long enough for him to catch one of the succulent nubs of flesh in his mouth. The gyrations of her body meant her labia were inevitably swollen and the dampness from his pre emission met her own moistness.
His breathing was becoming deeper and there was a passion in his groans as she relented to his probing tongue and allowed him to suck on her nipples. The gentleman moaned, as little tears of pleasure formed in the corners of his eyes. Annabel closed her eyes and drew breath with the undeniable satisfaction of having her breasts sucked.