“In front of the window.”

Bailey’s room has a small bay window with a low seat; it’s hidden by a curtain at the moment, but I know it’s there because when I first got to her home, before sitting down to wait for her, I checked out her room. It’s along the front of the house, but the Rivers live outside of town on a couple of acres. Their house is set back from the road a little, there are a few trees in the front yard, they live on a side road, and there’s no house across from theirs.

All of which is to say, if I do what I really want to do right now, probably no one will be in any position to see. Probably.

I get off the bed, walk over to the curtain, and pull it back. The house faces north, so there’s no worry about sun shining in our eyes. I turn to look at Bailey, whose eyes have gone wide. “Let’s see just how big a slut you are; let’s see if you’re really the depraved cockwhore you claim to be. Kneel on the seat with your hands on the windowframe. I’m going to fuck that tight young cunt in full view of anyone who happens by.”

Bailey lies there for a moment unable to move, shock and raw lust competing on her face. Lust wins. She licks her lips sensuously as she gets off the bed. “Only a depraved little cumwhore would do a thing like that,” she purrs. “Or a slavish little cock addict.” She assumes the position and looks over her shoulder at me, thrusting her tits out at the world, her face a naked invitation. “Use your needy fuckslave, Sir—use her for your pleasure like the cumslut she is. Exploit her slutty little teen-whore pussy. Let the whole world see who owns her sweet kitty.”

I walk up behind her, wrap a hand around one of Bailey’s tits, and squeeze. I use the other hand to guide my dick into her inviting little hole, then slam my hips forward, ramming my shaft up her cunt hard. A groan issues from her throat that seems to come from the depths of her soul. I shift that hand around into her flooded quim and wiggle her joystick with two fingers—she presses herself into the window and shrieks like a banshee, her orgasm roaring through her like an avalanche, sending everything into convulsions. I start pounding her snug little teen cunt like a piledriver, and she keeps screaming until she runs out of breath.

I shift my boob hand a little until the swollen pink nub pops up between two fingers, then start wiggling it, pinching it and rolling it between them as I knead Bailey’s succulent titflesh. I rub her pearl with two fingers and occasionally flick its tip. My prick thunders in her pussy; I’m jackhammering her teenage-cheerleader body into the window with all the power I have—and she’s loving it. “Fuck me like a crazy little slut, Sir,” she moans. “Fuck me like a filthy teenage whore. Make me your whore—make me your bitch—make me your fucking little teenage fuckslave bitch for the whole world to see. Own my body, Sir—your hands feel so fucking good—I love the way you squeeze my titties—your fingers rub my clit so fucking good . . .

“Fuck me hard, Sir—teach that slutty little teen-whore pussy a hard fucking lesson,” Bailey moans. “Own me—use me—exploit me—make me your little fucktoy . . . Fuck me right through the fucking window—fuck me clean out of my fucking room into the front yard . . . I hope someone drives by and sees us . . . I hope some woman drives by and sees me getting jacked on your big dick and it’s all she can think about the rest of the day. I hope Layla drives by and wants to join in, so I can tell her to go fuck a porcupine.” That one almost derails me. I manage not to break my rhythm, but it’s a near-run thing—the image is almost too much for me. I wonder where she came up with that one? And I wonder who Layla is? . . . Best not ask.

“This is so fucking hot,” Bailey breathes. “I’m such a naughty little fuckslut—I love it . . . I love your big thick cock, Sir—it’s fucking addictive—your man-muscle fills up my tiny kitty so good . . . you’re so fucking hot, fucking my brains out for the neighbors to see, using me like a dirty fuckrag, making me your naughty cockwhore hanging my tits out in the window—fuck you pound my hungry pussy so fucking good . . . let them see you squeezing my girls, feeling me up . . . own my body, Sir, take it and own it and use it for your pleasure . . . so fucking hot—I’m so fucking horny—so close—I’m gonna cum right in front of the window—you’re gonna make me scream so loud, all the neighbors will hear . . .”

“That’s it, fucktoy,” I growl. “Cum screaming on my cock like a wanton fuckslave, and I’ll cum deep in your snug little cheerleader pussy—I’ll fill you so full of my seed, you’ll be spraying it every time you do a routine.”

“That’s so fucking—hot—” Bailey gasps, then inhales sharply; a high, wild scream of pure animal lust tears from her throat as her body explodes in climax like a neutron bomb. Her greedy young cunt seizes my dick aggressively, demanding my cum; I ram it up her tight little hole one last time and give her what she craves, hosing down the walls of her honeypot with my seed. She pushes her ass back at me as I press into her, and our bodies shake violently in unison.

When the fire ebbs, we straighten up and stumble back to the bed. Just before I lie down, I catch motion out of the corner of my eye; I turn my head to catch a glimpse of a car speeding past. I tell Bailey; she bursts out laughing and buries her face in my chest.