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You know how I like to keep myself busy. I fantasise about having truly relaxing holidays - reading, sunbathing, eating lots of chocolate and never putting on an ounce. But the truth is that as soon as I'm alone, with maybe a week or more ahead of me, I become quite frightened. I must fill the time, so that I do not give way to gloomy thoughts. Gardening and cleaning are often my saviours. I still feel a c***dish pleasure in getting filthy and pulling up weeds from my tiny garden; but I get a more adult sense of satisfaction from cleaning my home and presenting it well. I am a home-maker; I am not ashamed of it. I only wish I had a chance to make a home for myself and someone who really cared about me.
I imagine sometimes how satisfying it might be to get down on my knees and scrub the kitchen floor. I remember my mother doing this, and the tweed skirt she wore at the time, stretched tightly across her spreading backside. So I see myself; an ordinary housewife in a small cottage somewhere, in a tight skirt and jumper, scrubbing the floor and waiting on my man to come home - as generations have done before me There is a warm fire burning, and a meal bubbling on the hob, but because I browned the meat first, the floor is spattered with fat. I'll not be called a slummock, so I've boiled the kettle, put the suds in a bucket, folded an old towel and got to work. I am careful not to snag my stockings, for they are expensive to replace, and I've slipped off my shoes so as not to spoil them.
I dip the brush into the scalding water and begin, brush at arms length, working back and forth briskly. I can feel my breasts jostling to and fro beneath my sweater as the activity becomes more intense, and my body stretches out and coils in as I reach into the corners to ensure that all is neat and clean for you when you come home. I rinse the brush, and think of how you'll look, and feel, when you get back in from work. I imagine I'll spoon out your dinner, find your slippers, and listen to your halting chatter about the days events.
Sometimes I dream of smoothing your hair and pulling open your shirt, crying "Love me now, dinner can wait for once!" but I am certain you would not approve. You are many things, but not the spontaneous, abandoned or passionate type; I love you nonetheless, but wish ...ah, well, no matter what I wish. You are what you are.
I am by now so hot from my efforts that I have unbuttoned my shirt a little way at the front, to allow the air to reach my ample cleavage. My breasts are spilling over the top of my brassiere, because I have not been able to afford a new one for some while; my flesh is moist and warm over the top of the white cotton fabric. I can hear the front door close, so you must be home, and I redouble my efforts, in order to finish quickly and pay you some attention. Several strands of red hair have fallen from the top of my face and are d****d across my neck and shoulders, but I do not wish to stop. Suddenly, I am aware that it is very quiet in the house.
I look around, but can neither hear nor see anything. I get back to my task, but nearly shriek when I feel my skirt being heaved over my hips and a large, hard cock inserted into my cunt without a word of warning or a stroke of foreplay. I was wet anyway, due to the heat and exertion, but I become quite terrified by the turn of events. You speak soothingly to me, so I know it is you, but this is a you I have not encountered before - one of lust and raw desire. You grind yourself into me until I can hear my own juices sucking at you, yet you do not let me look around. You order me to continue scrubbing, so that my arse is be placed in an accessible position. You take me by the scruff of the neck, and haul me towards you by my hips so that you get into me as deeply as it is humanly possible to do; you seem to want to bury yourself in me and emerge through my mouth, as if seeking safe haven within my flesh.
I feel you tear away at my shirt, so that I have to stop scrubbing because my arms ar pinioned; you scoop at my tits and tear them away from the restraints of the diminutive bra. At last they flow over, and you catch them and hold them tenderly, stroking them from underneath pulling softly at my engorged nipples as if you were trying to milk me. Your hands move down towards my hips yet again, and beneath the fringe of my skirt, you part the furred flesh lips of my cunt, to find the tongue of my clitoris hanging out for you.
You take it gently and pull it it softly with insistent movements, squeezing the whole of my cunt mouth and lips, then returning to the circular massage of my delicate spot. I am rising towards you and begin the seagull cries of my orgasm, but as I do so you begin to hammer into me faster and faster so the ripples of my cunt muscles stroke your cock to explode in me with echoing cries; I am nearly weeping with the ferocity of my emotions,but as I finally turn to look at you, I can see the tears are streaming down your face.
You have found your release at last! Once, just once, you followed the dictates of your balls and ravished me as I kneeled there doing my housework; I have never felt so desired and utterly fucked before. I hope that this is a new era in our relationship, and resolve to test it as soon as I can.
I do not have long to wait. Early in the morning, after a peaceful night (we had made love again swiftly before the lights went out) I creep up to make the fire, ready for breakfast. As always, you try to stay on in bed for a while longer, for it is an early start you have for work. This once, however, I creep back in beside you while the fire catches, and reach down to your manhood and begin to stroke it and caress it as if it were the most precious piece of jewellery - which to me, it is. I love it and you so much that I lower my head and begin to kiss the rosy tip, licking it carefully and longingly, until I have gradually taken all of you deep into my warm, wet mouth. I move my tongue around your shaft and feel its strength and stiffness, and rejoice that you are my man and have such a fine, firm cock; I long to please it. Carefully, I slip away from the shaft for a while, to suck the balls that are hanging from your body in a warm, soft bag; I lick them and nuzzle them, suck them and caress them with all the desire I feel powering through me! Now I know that I must return to your big part, so I impale myself on your cock and begin sucking and tonguing you. I am slow and careful at first, but as I know your desire is increasing, so does my speed; I take you in deeper, too, as I grow more confident. I have the whole of you in my throat and I feel magnificent, as though no other woman alive could do this for you; I gulp on you and allow the muscles of my throat to imitate a cunt so strong that I can hear you heat and exertion, but
I feel you tear away at my shirt, so that I have to stop scrubbing because my arms are pinioned; you scoop at my tits and tear them away from the restraints of the diminutive bra. At last they flow over, and you catch them and hold them tenderly, stroking them from underneath pulling softly at my engorged nipples as if you were trying to milk me.
Your hands move down towards my hips yet again, and beneath the fringe of my skirt, you part the furred flesh lips of my cunt, to find the tongue of my clitoris hanging out for you. You take it gently and pull it it softly with insistent movements, squeezing the whole of my cunt mouth and lips, then returning to the circular massage of my delicate spot.
I am rising towards you and begin the seagull cries of my orgasm, but as I do so you begin to hammer into me faster and faster so the ripples of my cunt muscles stroke your cock to explode in me with echoing cries; I am nearly weeping with the ferocity of my emotions,but as I finally turn to look at you, I can see the tears are streaming down your face. You have found your release at last! Once, just once, you followed the dictates of your balls and ravished me as I kneeled there doing my housework; I have never felt so desired and utterly fucked before. I hope that this is a new era in our relationship, and resolve to test it as soon as I can.
I do not have long to wait. Early in the morning, after a peaceful night (we had made love again swiftly before the lights went out) I creep up to make the fire, ready for breakfast. As always, you try to stay on in bed for a while longer, for it is an early start you have for work. This once, however, I creep back in beside you while the fire catches, and reach down to your manhood and begin to stroke it and caress it as if it were the most precious piece of jewellery - which to me, it is. I love it and you so much that I lower my head and begin to kiss the rosy tip, licking it carefully and longingly, until I have gradually taken all of you deep into my warm, wet mouth. I move my tongue around your shaft and feel its strength and stiffness, and rejoice that you are my man and have such a fine, firm cock; I long to please it. Carefully, I slip away from the shaft for a while, to suck the balls that are hanging from your body in a warm, soft bag; I lick them and nuzzle them, suck them and caress them with all the desire I feel powering through me! Now I know that I must return to your big part, so I impale myself on your cock and begin sucking and tonguing you. I am slow and careful at first, but as I know your desire is increasing, so does my speed; I take you in deeper, too, as I grow more confident. I have the whole of you in my throat and I feel magnificent, as though no other woman alive could do this for you; I gulp on you and allow the muscles of my throat to imitate a cunt so strong that I can hear you gasp and try to tell me that your ecstasy is near - but it is so close that you cannot even form the words before I see your head thrown back and an expression of near-pain spasm across your face. You are pumping quantities of sperm down my throat and I am swallowing with delight and pride. I need your sperm inside me; it is as basic as food or breathing to me, and I do not care too much which orifice you choose to deposit it in, as long as it is one of my orifices.
After a cup of tea and some toast and marmalade, you seem revived; you begin to talk about work and what you must do today. I say nothing. I have only one thing on my mind -and I am about to put it into action. -Come with me, I say to you. -What for9 -Please, just do it.
You seem puzzled, but willing. I lead you into the garden at the back of the cottage; it is walled and filled with clumps of lupins, roses and poppies. The scent of sea air is blowing up from the cliff below and I am somehow plugged into a sense of earthly-womanliness which has never been allowed to rise up so strongly in me before. Here in the garden, under the heavens, on the moist grass, I must have you, I need to unify myself with your flesh and drain you dry. I want to do nothing else but fuck you, for the rest of my life, and bear strong beautiful c***dren with you, and fuck you yet again. So I kiss you, tenderly and then with more force, plunging my tongue to the back of your mouth, to show how open I am to all of you. I stroke your hair, and your skin of pure satin, pressing your marvellous round buttocks towards me. I can feel the erection on you powering upwards, but I will not rush; this moment is too exquisite to hurry.
I lick every part of you that I can reach; your neck, chest, nipples, belly, anus, knees -1 do not wish to consume, but to bring them all alive! You stand there and take my offerings, caressing my breasts as 1 move; finally, you indicate to me that I should raise my leg and let it rest on the low wall of the rockery. You fall to your knees and begin to worship at my cunt-temple, kissing, licking, loving, caressing, until you know that 1 am wet enough to take you; in that instant, you bend your knees and insert your cock like a mechanical instrument; once inside, however, it transforms itself to a musical instrument, or a ballet dancer of immense virtuosity. Your arms encircle me; you stroke my face, my breasts, my shoulders, my scalp; your need for me is no less than my desire for you; we are thrusting at each other as if we were bottomless wells of juice and sperm. You look directly into my eyes; I look back; we know what we are thinking. In complete harmony, our pelvises rock towards each other, grinding at my clitoris, squeezing at the base of your cock where you have the most sensation - and slowly, miraculously, we edge each other towards orgasm in an explosion of juices, love and sweat. We cry out to each other that we're coming, because we need to give the other the satisfaction of knowing, and ecstatic cries follow. I slip a finger into your arse, to find your gland and massage it -1 want to get as much sperm out of you as I can! You oblige, as always, by letting a gallon go into me. I hope that I can keep some of it for a little while, for it gives me extra pleasure to feel it dripping out of me after several days. If I go back to scrubbing the floor, of course, it will stay
I imagine sometimes how satisfying it might be to get down on my knees and scrub the kitchen floor. I remember my mother doing this, and the tweed skirt she wore at the time, stretched tightly across her spreading backside. So I see myself; an ordinary housewife in a small cottage somewhere, in a tight skirt and jumper, scrubbing the floor and waiting on my man to come home - as generations have done before me There is a warm fire burning, and a meal bubbling on the hob, but because I browned the meat first, the floor is spattered with fat. I'll not be called a slummock, so I've boiled the kettle, put the suds in a bucket, folded an old towel and got to work. I am careful not to snag my stockings, for they are expensive to replace, and I've slipped off my shoes so as not to spoil them.
I dip the brush into the scalding water and begin, brush at arms length, working back and forth briskly. I can feel my breasts jostling to and fro beneath my sweater as the activity becomes more intense, and my body stretches out and coils in as I reach into the corners to ensure that all is neat and clean for you when you come home. I rinse the brush, and think of how you'll look, and feel, when you get back in from work. I imagine I'll spoon out your dinner, find your slippers, and listen to your halting chatter about the days events.
Sometimes I dream of smoothing your hair and pulling open your shirt, crying "Love me now, dinner can wait for once!" but I am certain you would not approve. You are many things, but not the spontaneous, abandoned or passionate type; I love you nonetheless, but wish ...ah, well, no matter what I wish. You are what you are.
I am by now so hot from my efforts that I have unbuttoned my shirt a little way at the front, to allow the air to reach my ample cleavage. My breasts are spilling over the top of my brassiere, because I have not been able to afford a new one for some while; my flesh is moist and warm over the top of the white cotton fabric. I can hear the front door close, so you must be home, and I redouble my efforts, in order to finish quickly and pay you some attention. Several strands of red hair have fallen from the top of my face and are d****d across my neck and shoulders, but I do not wish to stop. Suddenly, I am aware that it is very quiet in the house.
I look around, but can neither hear nor see anything. I get back to my task, but nearly shriek when I feel my skirt being heaved over my hips and a large, hard cock inserted into my cunt without a word of warning or a stroke of foreplay. I was wet anyway, due to the heat and exertion, but I become quite terrified by the turn of events. You speak soothingly to me, so I know it is you, but this is a you I have not encountered before - one of lust and raw desire. You grind yourself into me until I can hear my own juices sucking at you, yet you do not let me look around. You order me to continue scrubbing, so that my arse is be placed in an accessible position. You take me by the scruff of the neck, and haul me towards you by my hips so that you get into me as deeply as it is humanly possible to do; you seem to want to bury yourself in me and emerge through my mouth, as if seeking safe haven within my flesh.
I feel you tear away at my shirt, so that I have to stop scrubbing because my arms ar pinioned; you scoop at my tits and tear them away from the restraints of the diminutive bra. At last they flow over, and you catch them and hold them tenderly, stroking them from underneath pulling softly at my engorged nipples as if you were trying to milk me. Your hands move down towards my hips yet again, and beneath the fringe of my skirt, you part the furred flesh lips of my cunt, to find the tongue of my clitoris hanging out for you.
You take it gently and pull it it softly with insistent movements, squeezing the whole of my cunt mouth and lips, then returning to the circular massage of my delicate spot. I am rising towards you and begin the seagull cries of my orgasm, but as I do so you begin to hammer into me faster and faster so the ripples of my cunt muscles stroke your cock to explode in me with echoing cries; I am nearly weeping with the ferocity of my emotions,but as I finally turn to look at you, I can see the tears are streaming down your face.
You have found your release at last! Once, just once, you followed the dictates of your balls and ravished me as I kneeled there doing my housework; I have never felt so desired and utterly fucked before. I hope that this is a new era in our relationship, and resolve to test it as soon as I can.
I do not have long to wait. Early in the morning, after a peaceful night (we had made love again swiftly before the lights went out) I creep up to make the fire, ready for breakfast. As always, you try to stay on in bed for a while longer, for it is an early start you have for work. This once, however, I creep back in beside you while the fire catches, and reach down to your manhood and begin to stroke it and caress it as if it were the most precious piece of jewellery - which to me, it is. I love it and you so much that I lower my head and begin to kiss the rosy tip, licking it carefully and longingly, until I have gradually taken all of you deep into my warm, wet mouth. I move my tongue around your shaft and feel its strength and stiffness, and rejoice that you are my man and have such a fine, firm cock; I long to please it. Carefully, I slip away from the shaft for a while, to suck the balls that are hanging from your body in a warm, soft bag; I lick them and nuzzle them, suck them and caress them with all the desire I feel powering through me! Now I know that I must return to your big part, so I impale myself on your cock and begin sucking and tonguing you. I am slow and careful at first, but as I know your desire is increasing, so does my speed; I take you in deeper, too, as I grow more confident. I have the whole of you in my throat and I feel magnificent, as though no other woman alive could do this for you; I gulp on you and allow the muscles of my throat to imitate a cunt so strong that I can hear you heat and exertion, but
I feel you tear away at my shirt, so that I have to stop scrubbing because my arms are pinioned; you scoop at my tits and tear them away from the restraints of the diminutive bra. At last they flow over, and you catch them and hold them tenderly, stroking them from underneath pulling softly at my engorged nipples as if you were trying to milk me.
Your hands move down towards my hips yet again, and beneath the fringe of my skirt, you part the furred flesh lips of my cunt, to find the tongue of my clitoris hanging out for you. You take it gently and pull it it softly with insistent movements, squeezing the whole of my cunt mouth and lips, then returning to the circular massage of my delicate spot.
I am rising towards you and begin the seagull cries of my orgasm, but as I do so you begin to hammer into me faster and faster so the ripples of my cunt muscles stroke your cock to explode in me with echoing cries; I am nearly weeping with the ferocity of my emotions,but as I finally turn to look at you, I can see the tears are streaming down your face. You have found your release at last! Once, just once, you followed the dictates of your balls and ravished me as I kneeled there doing my housework; I have never felt so desired and utterly fucked before. I hope that this is a new era in our relationship, and resolve to test it as soon as I can.
I do not have long to wait. Early in the morning, after a peaceful night (we had made love again swiftly before the lights went out) I creep up to make the fire, ready for breakfast. As always, you try to stay on in bed for a while longer, for it is an early start you have for work. This once, however, I creep back in beside you while the fire catches, and reach down to your manhood and begin to stroke it and caress it as if it were the most precious piece of jewellery - which to me, it is. I love it and you so much that I lower my head and begin to kiss the rosy tip, licking it carefully and longingly, until I have gradually taken all of you deep into my warm, wet mouth. I move my tongue around your shaft and feel its strength and stiffness, and rejoice that you are my man and have such a fine, firm cock; I long to please it. Carefully, I slip away from the shaft for a while, to suck the balls that are hanging from your body in a warm, soft bag; I lick them and nuzzle them, suck them and caress them with all the desire I feel powering through me! Now I know that I must return to your big part, so I impale myself on your cock and begin sucking and tonguing you. I am slow and careful at first, but as I know your desire is increasing, so does my speed; I take you in deeper, too, as I grow more confident. I have the whole of you in my throat and I feel magnificent, as though no other woman alive could do this for you; I gulp on you and allow the muscles of my throat to imitate a cunt so strong that I can hear you gasp and try to tell me that your ecstasy is near - but it is so close that you cannot even form the words before I see your head thrown back and an expression of near-pain spasm across your face. You are pumping quantities of sperm down my throat and I am swallowing with delight and pride. I need your sperm inside me; it is as basic as food or breathing to me, and I do not care too much which orifice you choose to deposit it in, as long as it is one of my orifices.
After a cup of tea and some toast and marmalade, you seem revived; you begin to talk about work and what you must do today. I say nothing. I have only one thing on my mind -and I am about to put it into action. -Come with me, I say to you. -What for9 -Please, just do it.
You seem puzzled, but willing. I lead you into the garden at the back of the cottage; it is walled and filled with clumps of lupins, roses and poppies. The scent of sea air is blowing up from the cliff below and I am somehow plugged into a sense of earthly-womanliness which has never been allowed to rise up so strongly in me before. Here in the garden, under the heavens, on the moist grass, I must have you, I need to unify myself with your flesh and drain you dry. I want to do nothing else but fuck you, for the rest of my life, and bear strong beautiful c***dren with you, and fuck you yet again. So I kiss you, tenderly and then with more force, plunging my tongue to the back of your mouth, to show how open I am to all of you. I stroke your hair, and your skin of pure satin, pressing your marvellous round buttocks towards me. I can feel the erection on you powering upwards, but I will not rush; this moment is too exquisite to hurry.
I lick every part of you that I can reach; your neck, chest, nipples, belly, anus, knees -1 do not wish to consume, but to bring them all alive! You stand there and take my offerings, caressing my breasts as 1 move; finally, you indicate to me that I should raise my leg and let it rest on the low wall of the rockery. You fall to your knees and begin to worship at my cunt-temple, kissing, licking, loving, caressing, until you know that 1 am wet enough to take you; in that instant, you bend your knees and insert your cock like a mechanical instrument; once inside, however, it transforms itself to a musical instrument, or a ballet dancer of immense virtuosity. Your arms encircle me; you stroke my face, my breasts, my shoulders, my scalp; your need for me is no less than my desire for you; we are thrusting at each other as if we were bottomless wells of juice and sperm. You look directly into my eyes; I look back; we know what we are thinking. In complete harmony, our pelvises rock towards each other, grinding at my clitoris, squeezing at the base of your cock where you have the most sensation - and slowly, miraculously, we edge each other towards orgasm in an explosion of juices, love and sweat. We cry out to each other that we're coming, because we need to give the other the satisfaction of knowing, and ecstatic cries follow. I slip a finger into your arse, to find your gland and massage it -1 want to get as much sperm out of you as I can! You oblige, as always, by letting a gallon go into me. I hope that I can keep some of it for a little while, for it gives me extra pleasure to feel it dripping out of me after several days. If I go back to scrubbing the floor, of course, it will stay
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