Her dress covered her crotch, but she slowly began to lift it, saying, "I want you to jerk off for me, Al.Her dress covered her crotch, but she slowly began to lift it, saying, "I want you to jerk off for me, Al. Right now ... in here. I want to see you play with your penis." Soon, her dress was completely up around her waist and I saw the crotch of her red, silky bikini panties. She seductively ran her fingertips up and down her panties in front of her pussy. "Do you have a lot of cum in your balls, Al?" My throat went dry. My cock throbbed. I had trouble talking. "Uh ... I don't know ... I guess ... I think so ..." She kept stroking her pussy through her panties. "Did you cum in the men's room today?" "Uh ... " I couldn't speak. She started massaging her pussy with her flat palm and fingers. "Did you pump sperm out of your dick today, Al?" "No." I choked. She started pushing her fingers into her pussy as far as her panty material would let them go. She moved her hips rhythmically to meet the pressure from her hand. "When's the last time you did, Al?" I couldn't speak. "When's the last time you pumped sperm out of that hard dick of yours?" My penis *was* hard. "Uh ... uh ... I think Tuesday ... uh, no ... Monday." She smiled seductively. "Good. So you have lots for me." She continued masturbating, her hand and hips moving a bit faster and harder. She didn't say anything for a minute or two as she kept that up. She never stopped staring at me. Then, she said in a sultry, throaty, seductive whisper, "Take off your pants, Al. I told you I want you to jerk off for me." I got nervous and hesitated. "C'mon, Al. Your penis is hard and I can see it throbbing. You know you want to jack off for me now. No one can hear us in here and I have the only key. |