Playing With BoyToys

So this morning I was awoken by the doorbell ringing. Sleep deprivation is a cruel and unusual punishment. Seriously, you may as well just interrupt me in the middle of sex. I was not happy to slink downstairs, . . . until I saw who was at the door! It was a little boy scout selling popcorn. Without his Mom or Dad. :) “Well, hello there,” I cooed at him, fluffing up my blonde hair. “Do you want to come inside…?” The little boy was more than happy to oblige. I think he thought I was gonna give him some lemonade.

Haha. Sucker.

I lured him into the kitchen and told him I had a better treat in mind. Opening the refrigerator, I got down some cranberry juice and began pouring it in a glass very sneakily. The little boy asked where my parents were, and I told him they were gone for the weekend, which was totally true! Then I dumped the cranberry juice all over his boy scout vest. “Whoops.” I shrugged sincerely. “Sorry.” I really wasn’t.

He looked down at himself and started crying, so I decided to cheer him up. Leading him into my parent’s large, empty bathroom, I gestured for him to drop his little boy scout pants. “Go on, honey,” I encouraged him. He glanced up at me sort of horrified-looking, and I tried to quickly appease him. Sliding my hands right down into his little boy tighty-whitey underwear, I gripped his mini-dick and gave it a nice massage. He seemed much more accommodating to my attentions once I gave him something to keep his mouth busy with. I came all over his face and got some free popcorn out of the deal, too. That’s because the brat was so excited at getting his little dick touched and lapping up some real pussy, he made a frightened beeline straight out the door without grabbing his vest or his concessions.

I have that effect on people.

~~HotTeenieHillary~~

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