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*** Someday you'll be mine, Molly Qerim - Part 2 ***
"Welcome back to First Take, this is ESPN and I am Molly Qerim. Today, Stephen A. and I will host one of the most iconic singers of our times, a songwriter, record producer, actor and media personality. And, maybe soon, a hockey team's owner! Let's all welcome a star, let's welcome Snoop Dogg!"
The camera panned and the beautiful face of the anchor woman with meaty lips was replaced by that of the black rapper wearing dark sun glasses and a yellow hoodie.
The broadcast was streaming live from the New York studios of ESPN, over at Pier 17. The East River was flowing peacefully under the Brooklyn bridge, both clearly visible from the studio floor-to-ceiling windows.
Stephen A. was mildly grilling Snoop, a die-hard Lakers fan, about Steph Curry being BETTER than Magic Johnson, and everything was running smoothly to the eyes of Lyanne, Molly's studio assistant.
She was slightly younger than Molly and resembled her so much they could have been sisters, except Molly had a flowing dark mane of long, wavy hair, while Lyanne kept her blond hair cut at neck length. Oh well, Molly had also a size of breast on Lyanne, but that didn't affect the lady's attractiveness.
Her phone buzzed. She moved away from the stage and quietly answered. It was Joanne, her twin sister living in Newark with their widowed mother.
"Ly, sorry to disturb you but... Mom fell in the shower and lost consciousness. I just called the ambulance and will go to the ER, you must come with me!"
"SHIT! I... I have to pick up Brian from school today, Maria is out of town and I don't want him be home alone all afternoon... But OK, sure. I will manage somehow... I will ask for Molly's help. Which hospital are you heading to?"
"Saint Michael"
"OK, I know that one. Joe, gimme an hour. See you there, please take good care of Mom. Love, bye."
Lyanne closed the call and anxiously looked at Molly. She was interviewing the rapper about his bid to be part owner of the Ottawa Senators. The studio counter showed 3 minutes to the next commercial break. That proved to be the longest 3 minutes in Lyanne's life.
When the break finally came, Lyanne briefly explained her problem to her boss and Molly agreed her assigned driver would pick up Lyanne's only son, 15-years-old Brian, at school and bring him to the studios. She would then take care of him and take him home with her after the post-production meeting.
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"Brian Thompson please report to the Principal's office. Brian Thompson please report to the Principal's office, thank you".
"Fuck! That doesn't sound good. Oh no, not at all!" I just murmur after hearing the announcement.
Calculus class is almost over and I can't wait to jump on the train and get home to check the last recordings from my neighbor's bed and bath rooms. Shit, that woman is driving me crazy! Since when I managed to hide a couple of micro-cameras in her house I've been jacking off at least five times a day looking at her wrecking her sopping wet pussy with a big dildo, torturing her large breasts with her finely manicured hands, soaping and washing her large ass under the shower... I can only dream to have the hottest sex session with her and stick my large dick in every hole mother nature gave her. And maybe drill a new one between her tits, LOL!
Fuck, I'm getting hard... must cool down before class ends or everyone will see me with tenting pants! A nice show that'd be, if you ask me. Just a little inappropriate in front of a male-only class and the Calculus ancient teacher, Ms. Appleborn.
Finally the bell rings and I head to the Principal's, hoping no troubles lie in my immediate future.
When I'm admitted I see a young man in a black suit sitting in the office, chatting with Mr. Patterson, the Principal.
"Mr. Thompson, please come in and take a seat." says Mr. Patterson. "And relax, you are not in trouble" he adds with a smile.
Yeah, relax my ass... I smell troubles, he is smiling too much! And the buff young Man In Black here looks like he's just out of Men's Health. For a brief moment I picture him raping Molly on the TV studio floor, in front of the cameras, for all to see on ESPN... mhhh, more material for my wank-bank. For a brief moment I think if I would let him rape ME, too... Disturbing. I better turn my attention back to Mr. Patterson.
"So, Mr. Thompson, your mother had to go and see your grandmother in Newark. A little medical emergency, but nothing to worry about, be assured. She arranged for you to be picked up and taken to her office at the ESPN Studios. This fine young man here will drive you there, where Ms. Qerim will take care of you until you go back home. We have called your mother to confirm, and everything is OK and set, young man."
I just gonna faint! You kidding me, Mr. Patterson??? Ms. Qerim will take care of me? Molly Qerim? MY MOLLY?? That very some woman I wank off to every day? Ohhhh Gooooddddd, I'm gonna cum in my pants right now! Instead, I just manage to squeak out a "Mhh... well... Uh, OK, I guess."
"You know, young man, I'm a huge fan of Ms. Qerim. I'd give an arm and a leg to be in your place! But don't tell my wife ahahahahah!"
Yeah, I bet you'd like to bury that ass-face of yours between her huge tits, don't you? And squeeze her plump ass with your fat, little hands. Old dirty man, keep dreaming. That's what I do, too.
I manage to return a weak smile. Then, the M.I.B. and I stand up, shake hands with Mr. Patterson and leave.
The traffic is not a bitch today, so the black limo drops me at the Pier 17 studios in half an hour or so. Quick enough, but every single minute spent to get here is too much, I have a painful hard-on just thinking I'm gonna see "my Molly" and spend time with her. I mean, actually seeing and talking to her, not just wanking to exhaustion.
The receptionist is waiting for me and asks another M.I.B. and apparently an Abercrombie & Fitch model to take me to Molly's changing room where I shall wait for her to meet me. Once there, I drop my backpack, sit in a corner and try to kill time playing Rogue Heist on my phone, I don't dare to look at porn or my aching balls will burst. God, I so need to cum...
After a little while, I walk to the small en-suite to take a leak. I've just pulled my dick out when I notice a hamper under the basin. And, lo and behold, a pair of discarded, purple thongs are there!!!
I look back nervously and, of course, there's no one else but me in the room. So, reassured, I take the thong and examine it.
It's of a soft, silky, no frills fabric. It looks clean, just a small darker spot on the insides, where Molly's cunt would have rested.
I can't help myself and, after making sure once again that I'm alone, I bring the thong to my nose and sniff. Oh my god, I can't believe it, after seeing Molly's pussy so many times on the TV screen in the solitude of my room, now I can smell the most intimate scent of her. Marvelous. Intense, slightly musky. I forgot I wanted to pee, and my cock, which was already hanging out, is now as hard as iron, nine+ inches of hard throbbing adolescent meat, dripping pre like a broken faucet.
I'm intoxicated by the smell of Molly's cunt, but it's not enough for me, now that I'm aroused as never before. While I slowly masturbate with one hand, I bring the thong to my mouth with the other. With my eyes closed, I stick out my tongue out and carefully place it in the center of the dark spot. At first I sense nothing but fabric, but as my saliva moistens the silky fabric I start to discern a strange and intense taste, the taste of Molly, my Molly. I start sucking harder to extract every molecule of pussy juice from her thong, my cock is about to explode in a wreaking orgasm, I'm almost there, just a little bit more... just...
"I knew you were a little pervert, Brian, but I certainly didn't imagine finding you in my dressing room masturbating with my panties shoved in your mouth..."
I know this woice, HER voice, and I freeze immediately, my cock in the middle of a history book ejaculation. I want to sink into the depths of the earth, disappear, maybe even die. Well, maybe not die for real, but you've got the idea. I turn slowly, eyes downcast, cock in hand and Molly's thong still half in my mouth. I guess my face is as red as a ripe tomato. My cock is much less embarrassed than me, it stays hard, throbbing, dripping pre, ready for action. What action, I can't say though...
There she is, my Molly, less than three feet away from me. The fact that she didn't scream bloody murder after she found me half naked masturbating in her dressing room is a good sign, I guess.
I slowly look up and the first thing I see are her slender, toned legs wrapped in a pair of black nylon stockings. Or maybe silk, I don't know, I've never had the chance to touch a pair.
My gaze slowly rises. Today Molly is wearing a mid-thigh short dress in bright yellow. The contrast with the black stockings is outstanding. Her dress wraps her tightly, highlighting her soft curves, wide hips, full breasts just covered by her long, slightly wavy dark hair.
I'm afraid to meet her gaze. I quickly notice she is smiling, her teeth, perfect and very white, barely covered by her full lips.
"From what I see, I'd say you're not a whiny little brat anymore, Brian. And I think you're happy to see me, or at least part of you is. A considerable part of you, I might add."
I realize that I have unconsciously resumed slowly masturbating, her panties still soaking in my mouth.
"How big is that gorgeous horny teen dick, anyway?"
"I... mhh... I don't know... a little more than 9 inches, I think..."
"You think? Come on kiddo, I bet you measure it twice a day at least, just to brag around!" she smiles while making fun of me. "How old are you, big-cocked sweetie?"
Sweetie? Did she just call me sweetie? My cock responds by twitching like a live snake in my hand. A big, long and thick snake, I must say. "Uh... I'm 15, almost 15 and a half."
She slowly approaches, still smiling and with her gaze fixed on my hard cock, and reaches out to stroke it gently. She picks up a few drops of pre and brings them to her mouth, "Yummy! Don't move from here," she says, and she goes to lock the door. "Better be sure that nobody disturbs us. And it's also better that I take off this stage dress, I don't want to end up like fucking Monica Lewinsky..."
I have no idea who this fucking Monica Lewinsky is, but the fact that Molly wants to strip in front of me, I agree 100%.
As I stand there like an idiot, hard cock in hand and trousers at half mast, Molly slowly undresses in front of me, down to her stockings and panties. I've seen her naked on a my TV screen dozens of times, but seeing her in blood and flesh in front of me, her large breasts swaying slightly with every movement is mesmerizing. She is HOT! Seriously HOT!!
She comes over and kneels in front of me. She first pulls my pants all the way down, then she takes my hands away from my cock. "You don't need your hands for what's on my mind, honey".
Having said that, she brings her mouth close to my cock, pulls out her tongue and, with great gusto, collects a few drops of pre. With her right hand she grabs my cock by the root and starts to slowly wank me, while she gently massages my still smooth balls with her left hand. I think I'm gonna die any minute now... it seems my heart is trying to jump out of my skinny chest.
Finally, she opens her mouth and swallows the first few inches of my hard cock, until it touches the entrance to her throat. Then, she slowly pulls the shaft out, sucking the soul out of my cock. She licks the underside, from the head down to my balls, up and down a few times. The sensations are so intense I can barely manage to stand up. I finally lean against the washing basin to support myself.
She stops and stares at me straight into my eyes, strings of saliva and pre connecting her mouth to my rock hard cock. "You know what a blow job is, Brian?"
I still have her panties in her mouth, I can't speak, I just nod yes.
"Well, have you ever received one?"
You kidding girl? Only in my dreams!! I shake my head for no.
"Great, then today you'll get your first blowjob, from a TV star and your mother's boss actually! Enjoy it to the fullest and don't worry if you don't last long Brian, we have the whole afternoon ahead of us".
I'm not worried at all, I can cum five times in a row, my dream girl...
Molly stuffs my throbbing cock back into her mouth, her jaws wide open, and I feel it slowly slide deep inside her very tight throat in one fluid movement. She must have a lot of practice with big cocks, I think. Maybe, her divorced black husband, the tall and lanky basketball player, had a big one too... A Big black cock pounding all her holes mercilessly... WOW! What a sight that must have been!!!
Molly starts a slow up and down movement, still sucking on my cock like a PornHub pro. From time to time she also pays attention to my smooth balls and sucks them one by one into her warm and wet mouth.
I feel like I no longer have control over my incipient orgasm. I grab her by the head and shove my cock hard into her throat, down to the root, until I feel her nose firmly pressed against my pubic bone.
She lets herself be throat fucked without resistance. My movements become frenetic until I can't hold it any longer and I shoot volleys of my hot cum directly down her throat and into her stomach. She swallows without flinching.
She continues to suck my never-softening dick until every remnant of my cum is safe in her stomach. Then she gets up, brings her mouth to mine and kisses me. My first kiss! And with the sweet and salty remains of my sperm mixing with our saliva. Oh God, I don't know how I haven't passed out yet. Or maybe I died and this is heaven, I don't know. I like, no, LOVE it, whatever that is!
"Let's clean up and go home sweetie, there are so many other things I want to do before your mother gets back home!"
I just wonder if those many other things involve use of her big black dildo...
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