Ginger opened the door, and smiled brightly.

Anton smiled back at her; his eyes traveled over her body.  She was wearing a tight white top- obviously with no bra, he could see her nipples against the sheer fabric- and a black miniskirt.  Her blonde hair was in a ponytail.

Ginger looked back at Anton: he had long dark hair, and wore jeans and a black sweatshirt.  His eyes were very magnetic; she felt a small thrill as they looked into hers. 

"Raise your skirt for me, Ginger."

She did, still standing in the doorway, but doing what he told her.  Anton looked down to see her blonde bush and her pink pussy.

"Good, you followed all my instructions.  Show me to the bedroom."

Ginger was blushing; she wasn't used to doing this, but already she felt damp between her legs.  She let her short skirt cover her crotch once more, and turned, walking down the short apartment hallway to her bedroom.  Anton followed, watching her bare thighs move, his cock stirring.

She went into her bedroom- a small room painted blue, with dark blue satin sheets and bedspread on the bed.  Anton briefly looked around, and turned on another light in the room, a floor-lamp next to the door.

"Take your top off, hun.  And play with your tits for me."  Anton sat in a chair facing the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him, watching her, as he slipped his shoes off his feet.

Ginger nodded, and slowly, seductively, started to peel her tight top off over her head, turning her back to him.  She was breathing harder now, and could smell the scent of her pussy already.  She was enjoying this very much-


"Did I tell you to turn around?" Anton's voice said, loudly.

She was startled, unsure of herself.  She spun around quickly, her hands still holding her top, pulled up just under her breasts.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't talk unless I say so!"  Anton got up from the chair and walked over to her, yanking her top off over her head roughly and staring down at her swaying breasts.  Ginger was scared and excited at the same time.  He threw her top against the wall.

"On your knees" he said quietly, staring at her hard nipples.  He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her downwards as she knelt awkwardly.

Ginger was dreadfully excited by this.  She looked at the bulge in Anton's jeans, and then looked up at his face as he gazed down at her, an unreadable expression on his face.  She knew he could do anything to her that he wished, and she would love it, beg for it.

"Play with your tits."

Ginger ran her hands over her sizeable breasts, cupping them, moving them, her palms pressed against her hard nipples.  She rubbed her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, feeling a small electric thrill at her own touch.  She felt her pussy grow wetter, and knew Anton could smell her scent by now.  Her body moved and twisted while she knelt in front of him, pleasure moving through her from playing with herself.

Anton unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, and pushed them down a few inches.  He was wearing no underwear, Ginger noticed, and then his growing cock sprang free in front of her breasts.  The shaft was long, with a rounded purplish head.  Ginger smelled the musky thick odor from his cock and balls, and she said "Ohhh" as she had a small orgasm while pinching her nipples, her body tightening as she crouched down and rubbed her pussy against the carpet while staring at his cock.

Anton smiled down at her.  "That's a good girl."  He took his cock in his hand and idly stroked it.  Ginger, glowing from her little pleasure peak, saw clear fluid seep out of the little slit in the tip of his darkening cockhead.  She ran her tongue over her bottom lip.

Anton stepped closer to her and put his hand upon her back, pulling her even closer.  His touch sent a jolt through her as his cockhead rubbed against first her right nipple, and then her left nipple, smearing his musky leaking semen over them, leaving them slick and shiny in the light.  

"Lick your nipples, Ginger.  I made a mess on them."

She looked up at him as she took her breasts in her hands, pushing them upwards, and lowered her head enough to lick her nipples clean.  Anton stared into her eyes the whole time.

"Does my cum taste good?"

"Yes, I like it in my mouth."

Anton pushed his erect cock in between her breasts as she held them in her hands.

"Push your tits together around my cock.  Lick the cum that oozes out like a good girl."

Ginger felt her pulse pounding hard as she pressed her soft tits together around Anton's hard shaft; she looked down to see his cockhead beneath her chin, smeared with his smelly clear semen.  Anton moved against her chest, his cock sliding up and down in her cleavage, his wet cockhead rubbing against her chin.  Ginger ran her tongue over the warm velvet-hard skin of the head of his cock, and as she lapped up the sticky cum slowly oozing out of him, she had another small orgasm as she rubbed her pussy against the carpet.  She moaned as her tongue was on his cockhead.

Anton looked down at Ginger's face, watching her cum, and placed his hands upon her blonde hair.  He grinned at her, smelling her pussy as she rubbed it against the floor.

"In your mouth, Ginger.  Suck my cock."

She grabbed his shaft in both hands, and fed his purple cockhead between her lips.  She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, as Anton's back arched and his muscles tightened.  He tossed his sweatshirt off.

"Pull my jeans off, slut.  Keep my cock in your mouth!"

He smiled and watched her, yanking his jeans down, pulling them off his legs with her mouth still fastened around his cockhead, her mouth sucking hard, making slurping sounds when the suction broke as she moved.

"That's a good girl.  I might let you swallow my cum as a reward for being nice.  I don't know yet.."

Anton's hands gripped her blonde head as he started thrusting his shaft in and out of her mouth.

Ginger kept sucking eagerly as Anton fucked her mouth.  His cockhead pressed against the back of her throat on each thrust, making her choke and gag, but Anton just gripped her head harder and kept shoving his cock in and out.

"Keep sucking...yes, like that, I like it when you use your tongue like that...look into my eyes while I fuck your mouth."

Ginger looked up into Antons eyes as he pumped her mouth, her eyes were watering as she slurped his cock while he used her; she had a big orgasm this time, moaning around the mouthful of his meat as she came.  She felt wetness smearing her thighs.

Anton pulled out of her mouth and rubbed his spit-coated shaft over her face, pressing his hairy balls against her lips.  She licked his balls, afraid he would scold her, but he just grunted in pleasure.

"On your hands and knees.  Show me your beautiful ass, hun."

Ginger, still flushed from her orgasm, eagerly turned around and placed her hands against the floor, wiggling her ass as Anton knelt down behind her and pulled her miniskirt up.  He stared at her wet, open pussy, her blonde pubic hairs wet and plastered against her lips, and he gazed at her little pink asshole.

Anton got down on his hands and knees,  pressed his face between the cheeks of her bottom, and lapped at her pussy like a dog with his tongue.  Ginger moaned and pressed her ass back against his face, rotating her pussy against his tongue.  Just as she felt her pleasure peaking again, he stopped, rose up on his knees, and shoved his cock up her sopping-wet pussy, thrusting forward hard, pushing her forward so her face was on the floor, jamming his shaft completely up her pussy.  As Anton grabbed her pony-tail and jerked her head back as he kept his cock buried in her tight pussy, Ginger started saying "Oh God, Oh God" and when Anton's thumb pressed against her little asshole and thrust roughly inside it, the pain set off her orgasm as she screamed, her body heaving and shaking, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her asshole squeezing his thumb.

Anton looked down at her as she writhed on the floor, his hand jerking her pony-tail back hard, his cock jammed up her convulsing pussy, his thumb up her tight ass.  A feeling of power spread over him, exciting him to the point of no return.  He pulled his long hard shaft out of her pussy with a wet slurping sound.

"Ginger, take my cum on your face hun."

She shuddered a bit as she enjoyed the last of her orgasm, then spun around to face him, and while Anton was on his knees, his hard cock covered in her juices erect in front of him, she lowered her head, crouching like a dog on her hands and knees, and rubbed her face against his purple swollen cockhead.  Anton jerked his shaft in front of her face, stiffened, all his muscles locking tight, and as Ginger smiled and licked his cockhead, a forceful spray of cum exploded from his jerking cock, covering her face with drops as he groaned long and low, the spurts that followed his first explosion gushed out onto her face, trails of his warm thick semen splattering across her cheeks, nose, forehead, into her hair.  Anton rubbed his cock all over her face, smearing the cum into a shiny coating, and when he was done gasping for breath, he smiled down at her.

"You were good, hun.  Where is the shower?"

She stood up as he did and took his hand, and they walked together into the bathroom.  He gently pulled her miniskirt off, and turned the water on in the shower stall.  When it was warm enough, he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, tasting a little of his semen.  Ginger smiled back at him.

"Lets get in."

They both were under the warm water, rinsing off the sweat and juices.  Anton occasionally kissed Ginger's shoulder, or her neck.  She enjoyed his kisses, it made her feel good.

Anton shut off the water.

"Now on your knees again, Ginger."

She complied, her knees hurting a bit against the procelain floor of the stall.

Anton looked down at her and took his cock in his hand.

"Thanks for the good times.  Now let me piss on you like a good slut."

A warm stream of his urine washed over her body.  Ginger felt humiliated and excited at the same time as she watched the warm golden fluid stream onto her breasts, her stomach, her thighs as Anton made sure he urinated over her whole body.

"You stay right here now hun, until you hear the door close.  And don't wash up."

Ginger stayed kneeling in the stall, covered in Anton's urine as it dripped down her body,  the smell overpowering.  She made a sound in her throat, her pussy wet.

Anton stepped out of the tub, not saying a word.  He went and got dressed, and left.