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Halloween notorious for it's tradition for a singular parent to follow alongside their offspring and request candy from any generous patrons in their neighborhood. Traveling door to door repeating the phrase 'trick or treat' and most home owners get the idea and either happily or begrudgingly pass over candy.
One parent in particular however had an alternate plan on this night of spooky outfits and excited sweet collectors, namely Mrs Briefs. Young trunks was with Goku's family as he'd prefer to go with Goten then bother any of his task driven family. Mrs Briefs declared to any members listening that she was going to the local market to restock supplies, to misdirection this odd choice at such a time, she added that she might peruse the cute costumes that are worn this year during her drive.
She felt it necessary to dress up, disregarding her age or the usual age range many consider to be appropriate, it didn't seem right not to go out in an outfit fitting for the occasion. She snuck into Bulmas wardrobe whilst her daughter was in the process of passing over responsibility over Goku, hearing trunks' tirade reassurance to his mother of his safety.
Browsing Bulmas cloth that mixed her usual wear that was used quite frequently, to her old wear that were dusty but admittedly quite provocatively. Mrs briefs was aware of her daughters early escapades with young boys, teasing them relentlessly with short skirts, shorts or shirts bearing cleavages.
'What a naughty girl' Mrs briefs thought to herself, ashamed yet proud that she was quite the minx in her days of youth, before she settled down with Vegeta. Chuckling over the idea of all those men turned vulnerable by Bulmas charm and lack of coverage, at that moment one item within her old stack stood out, her bunny suit.
She slid it out the pile, admired it's appeal, grasping at the bunny ears that was shoved at the back, possibly an outfit that contained bad memories. Mrs briefs grinned when she pictured herself in this type of smut, she was quite fond of her curves, given her age and lack of exercise. Be that as it may, her husband wasn't interested or simply overworked, he hadn't the energy or stamina to last a good portion in the bedroom to satisfy her needs.
Hearing the front door zip close, time caught up to the grimacing mother, there was no way for her to find an excuse to iron this chosen outfit given the lack of permission from the owner to be in her room. She slowly opened the bedroom door, scanning the hallway for her daughter, she knew her husband was tinkering objects in their basement. Cautiously climbing down the stairs, the sound of footsteps were echoed from a distance, given it was the kitchen; located opposite and away from the main hall, the coast was clear for the front door.
She held the costume for the night onto her stomach, resting beneath her half exposed breasts, a detail attached to her regular attire. Hearing the door slide open again, Bulma cocked her head over and asked the arbitrary question of 'going out now mom?' to which her mother, without turned her head replied 'yes dear, make sure not to set the house ablaze.' clearly joking with her and Bulma knew full well, resulted in an eye roll and moved on to her departing words 'safe driving mom' and with that, the mother left with her daughters slut wear, used at a time when her little girl was desperate for a man, and for it's new purpose, sex for her desperate mother.
The laughter of c***dren, the lack of engines screaming through the late streets, quite the relaxing evening. The atmosphere was perfect to enjoy the annual event, it was a tad disheartening that her grandson wanted to accompany another family to partake in the trick or treat festivities. Another night by her lonesome, boredom struck and found herself riffling through the typical draws. Dildos, vibrators, wired beads and other libido induced purchases. Her lustful mood swings have gotten so lewd that these temporal tools were no longer pleasuring her quivering soppy vagina. Tonight will ease the ache that plagued her, label it an affair or a betrayal, the morality that was represented on her ring finger, had long been subsided for the birth of a girl and the passage of time strained and eventually ceased all passionate momentum in her marriage.
Rumours and word of mouth led her to discovering that some men, single or taken, would lust over women that are of her age or older. What a blessing it was to know that her form was still appreciated, to a younger generation at that. For the first time in a span of years she was too excited to despair over, she'd be seen as a woman, that which had been lost from her aged lover, would once again be rekindled with a new, more passionate lover. Who she desired would lack experience, have as much self-control as a wild a****l in heat, ignoring all courtesy to sate the sudden arousal she caused the moment her frame came into view.
Before she scurries off to find a suitable mate for her scandalous one night stand, she was in dire need of some privacy to change into wear more befitting the plan ahead. Slowly she turned and overlooked the neighbouring domes to find a good shadow mass, she took interest in a nearby shade, mildly ruined by a light piercing out of a rectangular window. Not wanting to spend too long finding a secret hideaway, she walked over with a reasonable pace to not raise suspicion. Leaning against the wall, doubt peeking it's sensible head from her sub conscious. It took a handful of minutes gazing at the costume before her heart was set, but gripped and waited until her heart beats became faint.
Slowly she raised and slipped off her shoulder-less top, revealing her shapely breasts and a tad more of her milky white skin, remarkably spotless for a grandma. Embarrassment was escalating and dampening her enjoyment, almost halting the operation entirely, sweat rolling down her back and open cleavage. Gulping and biting her lower lip, she pressed on with her public stripping. She now Partakes in the unbuttoning, zipping and the sensual undressing of her jeans, stepping out of the scrunched up fabric and marvelling her courage leading her to this final stretch, before kicking off her shoes and toe diving into the bunny leggings and the rest was a tight but manageable fit.
Inhaling air to inspect her breathing capability, given the slight shrink in size, but it's main focus was to push and motive, a boost in bravery when her mind wasn't that keen to continue. The sounds of doors opening and closing crept from behind through glass, while it was somewhat stressful to remain half naked in case of onlookers, a dispute of typical couples caught her ears. Peering carefully into the interior, it was a male with quite the intense build. Unmatched by Vegetas structure, it was still an appealing sight, and with their temporal separation ending with hostility, it was a perfect chance for her late night infidelity.
Waiting impatiently for her prey to fall out of sight by treading upstairs, she hurried over to the entrance, Looking sparingly for his blood boiled partner. He was clearly not in the mood to lock the door, which Mrs briefs took full advantage of and snuck into this strangers abode. Her heart began racing, heading to the kitchen while light headed, struggling to comprehend her actions. Her body moving before thought and before she reflected on this wrongful path, staring with admiration at a well crafted pumpkin, her emphasised rear was ripped and pulled from it's restraints. No words but gasps of surprise escaped her lips, as this invader of personal space sunk their fingers into her overly toyed anus. The strength and thick nature of the finger would suggest her prior target was now the predator.
His lack of questioning, his relentless attacks, this scene was exactly what she envisioned, but the reality was more one sided than she pictured. Disregarding her dream scenario to be too unrealistic, allowed him full control of her body. He grasped a shoulder with his spare hand and forcibly tugged her upper-half toward him, brushing his palm under the corset to cup the right side breast. His uncaring attitude to please her erogenous zones purely to get himself off, it was a feeling hard to define, a mixture of sadness and joy of submission. The puzzled woman wondering if she showed signs of masochism, was released and tossed head first onto the kitchen counter, rolling the pumpkin and smashing it onto the ground.
Suddenly two coldly strained fingers aimlessly wiggling the insides of her twitching lower mouth. His heavy, obviously depraved moans and grunts were increasing audibly and deliriously. A stiff shape rubbing against her m*****ed orifice was without a rubber, this aspect excited her for a reason she couldn't explain. The slow insertion was driving her anticipating hole wild, wiggling her abused backside to further stimulate and confirm the concession. He withdrew an inch before violently impaling the sticky passage until reaching the deepest wall and plugging her pleasure centre entirely.
His hands balancing his thrusts by taking hold of her hips, then proceeded to heavily slam his free slut with no pattern or speed. A rising growl of frustration and lust spewed from his dry lips and from there, flexed his biceps and lined her up to his vein-covered cock, gradually quickening his tempo, pounding his new pussy faster and faster while her shameless moaning tips him almost to the edge. Aggressively rubbing through the welcoming flesh, words of vulgar encouragement leaves her dirty mind “Yes! Keep fucking this indecent wifes pussy! I've been a bad mommy! Wreck my immoral body with your fat cock, neighbour!” he leans over to see her unchanged hair and her well known facial expression.
He realises who it was and inquires without slowing down “The hell, you're that babe all the guys drool over around here, Mrs. briefs! Why are you dressed like that and burgling my home!” he reaches out and wraps his fingers into her puffy hair and drags her back up again. Between gasping and ragged breathing she responds “I'm not here to burgle sir, I came here...to get f-fucked by you sir.” this resulted in a skin rippling slap to her ass cheek “What was that?” he asks for a repeat and she willingly rewords her excuse “I came-” another slap “here to get-” slap again “fucked by-” a slap to the other cheek “you, even though-” from here continuously slaps both cheeks in rhythm “I'm happily married, f-forgive this heinous act of d-disloyalty! Punish my filthy body in your potent spunk sir!” that last line was all he could take, shoving her off his pulsing dick by the bruised cheeks, jerking the girth furiously until he breathlessly ejaculated his thick, steamy white seed over the ripped leggings, roping along the buttocks and back of the suit.
He sat on a pulled out chair, catching his breath as did she from the intensity, after awhile staring at each of their reproductive organs previously used, she found the energy to sliver off the counter and end up at crotch height, underneath the table. His member semi-erect, she licked her lips for lubrication as impurity remained in his eyes. Her lips gaped open, her gloss lips hover over the ceaselessly leaking helmet and quietly swallowed the shaft. She half opens her eyes, a seductive gaze locked in with his. Her lips tightly sucking on half the length, climbing up blow the glans and sliding back down, Her tongue caressing the underside of this taken cock, infrequently have it leave her mouth either to gather air or to tease the tip and gulp down excessive liquid. Her mind was racing, so many ideas came and left, just as it was getting interesting, his significant other came back.
He panicked of course, but Mrs briefs was in too deep to back out of this predicament, so she went ahead and had his frightened cock down her throat. His partner apologised about what she said, it was late so it may not have been too obvious to her, but his face was not sincere from his cock sucking visitors view. To his disappointment she decided to sit across from him to chat, luckily her feet were not in range of touching his secret sexdoll. During their conversation, he was able to withstand the pleasure and appear normal, Mrs briefs waned to challenge the poor man by scooping up his cum from before and covered his aching dick, then chanced her gag reflex and dove as far as she could.
His reaction was clear even to his supposed wife, asking what's wrong out of concern whilst he attempts a staying calm and collective, but with her hands twisting and choking the girth and sucking dry the glans, no man could ignore a combination like that. He lies about illness and they'll talk in the morning, her unsure replies of acceptance are justified but states that she'll wait in the bedroom for when he retires for the day. Glaring at his partners feet and listening for when those steps are led to the rooms upstairs, Mrs briefs had not altered tempo or roughness in her torturous actions. The further his wife got, the more juice spilled out into her mouth, implying he was ready to burst for awhile. When the steps stopped, he shifted his eyes to Mrs briefs, removing her hands off his shaft, gripping onto the back of her scalp, shoving and gushing a hefty amount of succulent seed down her gullet, she showed no sign of resistance to stop his rammed cock from squirting and choking her.
His grip loosened when the load was subsiding, the little hands that drew out his release raised up, but he wasn't finished feeling dominant, thrusting his hips simultaneously pulling her head if even the slightest globule dribbles out. She nonchalantly licks up a droplet of cum spilling the side of her mouth, he commands “now turn around” without rejection she follows his order “now stick your ass up at me.” wordlessly acts on his every word, her motherly arse is level with his swollen cock. No citation needed for one in his position, aiming the tip so it sits on the shaven lips, he then clenching the blue tights and viciously pushes her dripping cunt down on the awaited enraged member. Similar to their prior meet and greet, he starts off slow and strong, a minute or two with pass and would elevate to a more engrossed session. His breathing turned haggard and the inflating girth meant another finish.
The erotic, dirty sounds emitting from her immoral pussy, having it echo and ring in his ears, the bumps in her fleshy walls strangling his unstable erection, he hated how quick he was to climax with this idolized milf. He couldn't accept his defeat, to be an exhausted mess, cumming several times a night when his partner had no skill in comparison. He's about to burst once more, Mrs briefs was curious to see if he would be so bold to shoot it deep inside another woman. Being a good husband was not his priority right now, but to last with this slut until morning. He suddenly stood up, knocking his chair backward, carrying her ass outward while penetrated, growling angrily before fucking her senselessly, trying to halt the orgasm while cum pours out in chunks during the rapid thrusts.
The passion that drives him to beat an imaginary record of sexual longevity, he soldiers on and leans down, picking her right ankle and pointing it skyward, it lands on his shoulder and just as he slides it back in she states “wanna creampie me again? Well it's a safe day so shoot away!” to which he ends their talk with “i would creampie you even if it wasn't a safe day.” before plunging back inside. Each shake caused by his thrust has the plates and cups clatter about, knowing that they were placed at a time before the argument, now a part of this hormonal affair. Staring blankly at her natural jiggling tits, he mindlessly gripped onto the cleavage cut and dragged it down, having Mrs briefs moan in wicked ecstasy. He wants to hear those moans of a smutty married woman, pinching her nipples without warning gave her great thrill and mild pain. Her opened lusty eyes and open lips panting, squeezing her pussy muscles to bring him close again, it was difficult to tell if it was a dream or a nightmare.
Pumping like no tomorrow, wiping sweat off his brow by swinging his head swiftly, his body tells him it can't go on, but ignores the tiredness until he proves he can last until sunrise. Her mouth was so inviting, he wanted to go on but he was caught up in the idea of smearing her lips with hot jizz. A losing battle can't be without the victor taunting at the fallen “Let me taste your yummy cum sir! Plaster this dirty whore with your seed master!” with a grunt and a sad stroke to finish on her deserving face. The ropes landing on cheeks, across eyelids, the hair but mainly the lips and chin.
She looks up at him with her usual happy expression, during which she licks up his defeated spilling on her closed eyelids “So are done sir?” She asks, unaware how broken his pride as a man was, he of course gave her his answer, jolting his shockingly erect cock down her throat. The rest of the night he finds new ways to keep going, such as rubbing between her breasts and sticking his fingers in her mouth to stop her from sucking. Other times he would simply withdraw and wait for his swollen dick to stop pulsing, but to no avail. Somehow the wife slept though their long night battle of stamina.
The next morning, his wife wakes up, climbs downstairs an is horrified by what she witnessed, Mrs briefs had already left, his wife's initial idea was that they were robbed, but judging by the semen stains covering almost every surface, she changed her mind and this time left for good. He wasn't even mad, he was too depressed that he fainted before the sun reared over the horizon. Mrs briefs was satisfied, however she would have preferred it lasted longer, or that her lover could last long enough to experience an orgasm. While taking a shower, she saw the wife who's man she drained, leaving with packed bags. She felt bad momentarily, but she realized that if she did not care for the poor guys name, it should stay that way.
(First time i finished a story since 2009, sorry if it's rushed at the end and missed details, been awhile since i wrote a story, crazy that i finished today when i had so much to write, pulled through somehow, sorry if some parts are better written than others, i wanted to finish it today and was half struggling with writers block.)
One parent in particular however had an alternate plan on this night of spooky outfits and excited sweet collectors, namely Mrs Briefs. Young trunks was with Goku's family as he'd prefer to go with Goten then bother any of his task driven family. Mrs Briefs declared to any members listening that she was going to the local market to restock supplies, to misdirection this odd choice at such a time, she added that she might peruse the cute costumes that are worn this year during her drive.
She felt it necessary to dress up, disregarding her age or the usual age range many consider to be appropriate, it didn't seem right not to go out in an outfit fitting for the occasion. She snuck into Bulmas wardrobe whilst her daughter was in the process of passing over responsibility over Goku, hearing trunks' tirade reassurance to his mother of his safety.
Browsing Bulmas cloth that mixed her usual wear that was used quite frequently, to her old wear that were dusty but admittedly quite provocatively. Mrs briefs was aware of her daughters early escapades with young boys, teasing them relentlessly with short skirts, shorts or shirts bearing cleavages.
'What a naughty girl' Mrs briefs thought to herself, ashamed yet proud that she was quite the minx in her days of youth, before she settled down with Vegeta. Chuckling over the idea of all those men turned vulnerable by Bulmas charm and lack of coverage, at that moment one item within her old stack stood out, her bunny suit.
She slid it out the pile, admired it's appeal, grasping at the bunny ears that was shoved at the back, possibly an outfit that contained bad memories. Mrs briefs grinned when she pictured herself in this type of smut, she was quite fond of her curves, given her age and lack of exercise. Be that as it may, her husband wasn't interested or simply overworked, he hadn't the energy or stamina to last a good portion in the bedroom to satisfy her needs.
Hearing the front door zip close, time caught up to the grimacing mother, there was no way for her to find an excuse to iron this chosen outfit given the lack of permission from the owner to be in her room. She slowly opened the bedroom door, scanning the hallway for her daughter, she knew her husband was tinkering objects in their basement. Cautiously climbing down the stairs, the sound of footsteps were echoed from a distance, given it was the kitchen; located opposite and away from the main hall, the coast was clear for the front door.
She held the costume for the night onto her stomach, resting beneath her half exposed breasts, a detail attached to her regular attire. Hearing the door slide open again, Bulma cocked her head over and asked the arbitrary question of 'going out now mom?' to which her mother, without turned her head replied 'yes dear, make sure not to set the house ablaze.' clearly joking with her and Bulma knew full well, resulted in an eye roll and moved on to her departing words 'safe driving mom' and with that, the mother left with her daughters slut wear, used at a time when her little girl was desperate for a man, and for it's new purpose, sex for her desperate mother.
The laughter of c***dren, the lack of engines screaming through the late streets, quite the relaxing evening. The atmosphere was perfect to enjoy the annual event, it was a tad disheartening that her grandson wanted to accompany another family to partake in the trick or treat festivities. Another night by her lonesome, boredom struck and found herself riffling through the typical draws. Dildos, vibrators, wired beads and other libido induced purchases. Her lustful mood swings have gotten so lewd that these temporal tools were no longer pleasuring her quivering soppy vagina. Tonight will ease the ache that plagued her, label it an affair or a betrayal, the morality that was represented on her ring finger, had long been subsided for the birth of a girl and the passage of time strained and eventually ceased all passionate momentum in her marriage.
Rumours and word of mouth led her to discovering that some men, single or taken, would lust over women that are of her age or older. What a blessing it was to know that her form was still appreciated, to a younger generation at that. For the first time in a span of years she was too excited to despair over, she'd be seen as a woman, that which had been lost from her aged lover, would once again be rekindled with a new, more passionate lover. Who she desired would lack experience, have as much self-control as a wild a****l in heat, ignoring all courtesy to sate the sudden arousal she caused the moment her frame came into view.
Before she scurries off to find a suitable mate for her scandalous one night stand, she was in dire need of some privacy to change into wear more befitting the plan ahead. Slowly she turned and overlooked the neighbouring domes to find a good shadow mass, she took interest in a nearby shade, mildly ruined by a light piercing out of a rectangular window. Not wanting to spend too long finding a secret hideaway, she walked over with a reasonable pace to not raise suspicion. Leaning against the wall, doubt peeking it's sensible head from her sub conscious. It took a handful of minutes gazing at the costume before her heart was set, but gripped and waited until her heart beats became faint.
Slowly she raised and slipped off her shoulder-less top, revealing her shapely breasts and a tad more of her milky white skin, remarkably spotless for a grandma. Embarrassment was escalating and dampening her enjoyment, almost halting the operation entirely, sweat rolling down her back and open cleavage. Gulping and biting her lower lip, she pressed on with her public stripping. She now Partakes in the unbuttoning, zipping and the sensual undressing of her jeans, stepping out of the scrunched up fabric and marvelling her courage leading her to this final stretch, before kicking off her shoes and toe diving into the bunny leggings and the rest was a tight but manageable fit.
Inhaling air to inspect her breathing capability, given the slight shrink in size, but it's main focus was to push and motive, a boost in bravery when her mind wasn't that keen to continue. The sounds of doors opening and closing crept from behind through glass, while it was somewhat stressful to remain half naked in case of onlookers, a dispute of typical couples caught her ears. Peering carefully into the interior, it was a male with quite the intense build. Unmatched by Vegetas structure, it was still an appealing sight, and with their temporal separation ending with hostility, it was a perfect chance for her late night infidelity.
Waiting impatiently for her prey to fall out of sight by treading upstairs, she hurried over to the entrance, Looking sparingly for his blood boiled partner. He was clearly not in the mood to lock the door, which Mrs briefs took full advantage of and snuck into this strangers abode. Her heart began racing, heading to the kitchen while light headed, struggling to comprehend her actions. Her body moving before thought and before she reflected on this wrongful path, staring with admiration at a well crafted pumpkin, her emphasised rear was ripped and pulled from it's restraints. No words but gasps of surprise escaped her lips, as this invader of personal space sunk their fingers into her overly toyed anus. The strength and thick nature of the finger would suggest her prior target was now the predator.
His lack of questioning, his relentless attacks, this scene was exactly what she envisioned, but the reality was more one sided than she pictured. Disregarding her dream scenario to be too unrealistic, allowed him full control of her body. He grasped a shoulder with his spare hand and forcibly tugged her upper-half toward him, brushing his palm under the corset to cup the right side breast. His uncaring attitude to please her erogenous zones purely to get himself off, it was a feeling hard to define, a mixture of sadness and joy of submission. The puzzled woman wondering if she showed signs of masochism, was released and tossed head first onto the kitchen counter, rolling the pumpkin and smashing it onto the ground.
Suddenly two coldly strained fingers aimlessly wiggling the insides of her twitching lower mouth. His heavy, obviously depraved moans and grunts were increasing audibly and deliriously. A stiff shape rubbing against her m*****ed orifice was without a rubber, this aspect excited her for a reason she couldn't explain. The slow insertion was driving her anticipating hole wild, wiggling her abused backside to further stimulate and confirm the concession. He withdrew an inch before violently impaling the sticky passage until reaching the deepest wall and plugging her pleasure centre entirely.
His hands balancing his thrusts by taking hold of her hips, then proceeded to heavily slam his free slut with no pattern or speed. A rising growl of frustration and lust spewed from his dry lips and from there, flexed his biceps and lined her up to his vein-covered cock, gradually quickening his tempo, pounding his new pussy faster and faster while her shameless moaning tips him almost to the edge. Aggressively rubbing through the welcoming flesh, words of vulgar encouragement leaves her dirty mind “Yes! Keep fucking this indecent wifes pussy! I've been a bad mommy! Wreck my immoral body with your fat cock, neighbour!” he leans over to see her unchanged hair and her well known facial expression.
He realises who it was and inquires without slowing down “The hell, you're that babe all the guys drool over around here, Mrs. briefs! Why are you dressed like that and burgling my home!” he reaches out and wraps his fingers into her puffy hair and drags her back up again. Between gasping and ragged breathing she responds “I'm not here to burgle sir, I came here...to get f-fucked by you sir.” this resulted in a skin rippling slap to her ass cheek “What was that?” he asks for a repeat and she willingly rewords her excuse “I came-” another slap “here to get-” slap again “fucked by-” a slap to the other cheek “you, even though-” from here continuously slaps both cheeks in rhythm “I'm happily married, f-forgive this heinous act of d-disloyalty! Punish my filthy body in your potent spunk sir!” that last line was all he could take, shoving her off his pulsing dick by the bruised cheeks, jerking the girth furiously until he breathlessly ejaculated his thick, steamy white seed over the ripped leggings, roping along the buttocks and back of the suit.
He sat on a pulled out chair, catching his breath as did she from the intensity, after awhile staring at each of their reproductive organs previously used, she found the energy to sliver off the counter and end up at crotch height, underneath the table. His member semi-erect, she licked her lips for lubrication as impurity remained in his eyes. Her lips gaped open, her gloss lips hover over the ceaselessly leaking helmet and quietly swallowed the shaft. She half opens her eyes, a seductive gaze locked in with his. Her lips tightly sucking on half the length, climbing up blow the glans and sliding back down, Her tongue caressing the underside of this taken cock, infrequently have it leave her mouth either to gather air or to tease the tip and gulp down excessive liquid. Her mind was racing, so many ideas came and left, just as it was getting interesting, his significant other came back.
He panicked of course, but Mrs briefs was in too deep to back out of this predicament, so she went ahead and had his frightened cock down her throat. His partner apologised about what she said, it was late so it may not have been too obvious to her, but his face was not sincere from his cock sucking visitors view. To his disappointment she decided to sit across from him to chat, luckily her feet were not in range of touching his secret sexdoll. During their conversation, he was able to withstand the pleasure and appear normal, Mrs briefs waned to challenge the poor man by scooping up his cum from before and covered his aching dick, then chanced her gag reflex and dove as far as she could.
His reaction was clear even to his supposed wife, asking what's wrong out of concern whilst he attempts a staying calm and collective, but with her hands twisting and choking the girth and sucking dry the glans, no man could ignore a combination like that. He lies about illness and they'll talk in the morning, her unsure replies of acceptance are justified but states that she'll wait in the bedroom for when he retires for the day. Glaring at his partners feet and listening for when those steps are led to the rooms upstairs, Mrs briefs had not altered tempo or roughness in her torturous actions. The further his wife got, the more juice spilled out into her mouth, implying he was ready to burst for awhile. When the steps stopped, he shifted his eyes to Mrs briefs, removing her hands off his shaft, gripping onto the back of her scalp, shoving and gushing a hefty amount of succulent seed down her gullet, she showed no sign of resistance to stop his rammed cock from squirting and choking her.
His grip loosened when the load was subsiding, the little hands that drew out his release raised up, but he wasn't finished feeling dominant, thrusting his hips simultaneously pulling her head if even the slightest globule dribbles out. She nonchalantly licks up a droplet of cum spilling the side of her mouth, he commands “now turn around” without rejection she follows his order “now stick your ass up at me.” wordlessly acts on his every word, her motherly arse is level with his swollen cock. No citation needed for one in his position, aiming the tip so it sits on the shaven lips, he then clenching the blue tights and viciously pushes her dripping cunt down on the awaited enraged member. Similar to their prior meet and greet, he starts off slow and strong, a minute or two with pass and would elevate to a more engrossed session. His breathing turned haggard and the inflating girth meant another finish.
The erotic, dirty sounds emitting from her immoral pussy, having it echo and ring in his ears, the bumps in her fleshy walls strangling his unstable erection, he hated how quick he was to climax with this idolized milf. He couldn't accept his defeat, to be an exhausted mess, cumming several times a night when his partner had no skill in comparison. He's about to burst once more, Mrs briefs was curious to see if he would be so bold to shoot it deep inside another woman. Being a good husband was not his priority right now, but to last with this slut until morning. He suddenly stood up, knocking his chair backward, carrying her ass outward while penetrated, growling angrily before fucking her senselessly, trying to halt the orgasm while cum pours out in chunks during the rapid thrusts.
The passion that drives him to beat an imaginary record of sexual longevity, he soldiers on and leans down, picking her right ankle and pointing it skyward, it lands on his shoulder and just as he slides it back in she states “wanna creampie me again? Well it's a safe day so shoot away!” to which he ends their talk with “i would creampie you even if it wasn't a safe day.” before plunging back inside. Each shake caused by his thrust has the plates and cups clatter about, knowing that they were placed at a time before the argument, now a part of this hormonal affair. Staring blankly at her natural jiggling tits, he mindlessly gripped onto the cleavage cut and dragged it down, having Mrs briefs moan in wicked ecstasy. He wants to hear those moans of a smutty married woman, pinching her nipples without warning gave her great thrill and mild pain. Her opened lusty eyes and open lips panting, squeezing her pussy muscles to bring him close again, it was difficult to tell if it was a dream or a nightmare.
Pumping like no tomorrow, wiping sweat off his brow by swinging his head swiftly, his body tells him it can't go on, but ignores the tiredness until he proves he can last until sunrise. Her mouth was so inviting, he wanted to go on but he was caught up in the idea of smearing her lips with hot jizz. A losing battle can't be without the victor taunting at the fallen “Let me taste your yummy cum sir! Plaster this dirty whore with your seed master!” with a grunt and a sad stroke to finish on her deserving face. The ropes landing on cheeks, across eyelids, the hair but mainly the lips and chin.
She looks up at him with her usual happy expression, during which she licks up his defeated spilling on her closed eyelids “So are done sir?” She asks, unaware how broken his pride as a man was, he of course gave her his answer, jolting his shockingly erect cock down her throat. The rest of the night he finds new ways to keep going, such as rubbing between her breasts and sticking his fingers in her mouth to stop her from sucking. Other times he would simply withdraw and wait for his swollen dick to stop pulsing, but to no avail. Somehow the wife slept though their long night battle of stamina.
The next morning, his wife wakes up, climbs downstairs an is horrified by what she witnessed, Mrs briefs had already left, his wife's initial idea was that they were robbed, but judging by the semen stains covering almost every surface, she changed her mind and this time left for good. He wasn't even mad, he was too depressed that he fainted before the sun reared over the horizon. Mrs briefs was satisfied, however she would have preferred it lasted longer, or that her lover could last long enough to experience an orgasm. While taking a shower, she saw the wife who's man she drained, leaving with packed bags. She felt bad momentarily, but she realized that if she did not care for the poor guys name, it should stay that way.
(First time i finished a story since 2009, sorry if it's rushed at the end and missed details, been awhile since i wrote a story, crazy that i finished today when i had so much to write, pulled through somehow, sorry if some parts are better written than others, i wanted to finish it today and was half struggling with writers block.)
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