School days 1

This afternoon, I had stopped by the local adult toy shop to pick up a birthday present for my girlfriend. I wouldn't say we were a crazy adventurous couple, but she enjoyed the feeling of a butt plug inside her while we were fucking, and I loved to oblige her. I had purchased a japanese larger than blowjob normal version today, so we could try to open her up a bit more. Anyway, I must have dropped my wallet inside, or left it on the counter, and was now forced to drive back into the worst part of town to fetch it. This was not exactly how I had envisioned my night going. On my way over, I called the store to ask about it, and the manager said he remembered me, and that he indeed found my wallet, schoolgirl and had it stored behind the counter for my return. I was overjoyed to learn this, but then he mentioned they were closing in 5 minutes, and I was still at least 25 -30 minutes away. "Please can you stay open, so I can grab it?" I begged over the phone. I was starting to panic, thinking I might have to cancel dinner plans with my girlfriend, if I could not retrieve it tonight. He gruffly agreed, saying "I guess man, just bring back the bag and items you purchased earlier, in case I'm not here. That way they can verify you from the purchase and give you your wallet", and then he hung up the phone. For the moment, I relaxed, although I couldn't reason why they needed to see my purchase, considering my wallet had a very recent picture ID, and that should be enough. Pulling into the parking lot, it was a ghost town. I was immediately worried that they closed up, disregarding my request, and I confirmed that when I saw the closed sign hanging from the entrance door. "Fuck!" I shouted. I was really upset, "he couldn't have waited 10 fucking minutes!?" I decided to walk around back, where the secondary entrance was. I always avoided this entrance. it led directly into the video booth section, and I wasn't into that at all. They one time I had ventured back there, I was immediately mobbed by guys trying to feel me up, and get me to suck their dick. I got out of there fast. I'm not homophobic or anything like that, I just know I'm not into dudes. I've always done really well with women, ever since I was younger. I was modest looking, a muscular framed 6ft,190lb twenty five year old American guy, and I was slightly above average below the belt. I worked out a lot, but mostly cardio, and boxing, so I wasn't very bulky. My ass was one of my greatest features, every girl I've ever hooked up with was jealous of my butt. It comes with working out, and training. I can imagine my ass was what drew so many guys attention, when I visited the booth section, but again it's just not me. Back to my current predicament, I had just reached the back door to the store, but found it closed as well. "Shit man", "I've got to get my wallet back!" I noticed a small window to the side of the door, and thought just maybe I might get lucky. To my surprise, It seemed like the window was open, but it moved like it hadn't been opened in a century. Luckily the window teen was asian only 3 foot or so off the ground. Four hours later they arrived and headed to the resort. It was a necessary drug to keep a harem of my horny teen asian women satiated. I didn't stop, even when Jill started to cum, but she needed me to stop. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. “Sit over there and wait for your name to be called.” What little friendliness and patience in the older woman's voice was gone. Not that long ago japanese blowjob her mom had been wearing this while her dad fucked her mouth. I couldn’t help but laugh at schoolgirl the three of them, getting more joy out of watching them eat the cake than eating it myself, though it was delicious. The women dipped their hands in the bowl and started rubbing the liquid on Julie’s body. She sat back down with her pussy against him and his cum dripping out onto his balls. Ever since that state championship, EVERYONE HAS HATED ME! Everyone does everything to avoid me. No one wants to be seen with me. In high school, popularity is all that matters. He was smiling, I could make that out and then it was over. Let’s go party!” He wound the rope around her stomach, then did a complicated braiding to wrap the rope up her belly, the red cable beautiful against her pale skin.