Karen Seduces the Limo Driver
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Karen was a slim, short-haired blonde – a southern girl who was raised in Georgia. She came to Texas for college and then never got around to leaving. She didn't think of herself as being all that pretty, but most men would not agree. Karen was exceptionally attractive, and she always paid a great deal of attention to her appearance.
She began working as a home health nurse. Her duties included taking care of a Mrs. Wilson, who happened to be the mother of one of the more successful trial lawyers in the region. While visiting his mother, Henry Wilson met Karen and was immediately smitten. Although Karen was only 26 and he was fully 20 years her senior, Henry resolved to make Karen his own, and a whirlwind courtship ensued. They were married about six months later and the first few years of the marriage were idyllic. The sex was superb, especially after Karen had breast augmentation and went from a 34B to 36D+. Henry discovered "titty fucking", and Karen was really surprised at how much sexier and more feminine she felt after the operation. She had always attracted lots of attention from men, and she found that she now really enjoyed turning them on by showing off her new body.
After Henry passed age 50, his sex drive began to slow. He became even more involved with the law practice and his interests began to shift towards a possible entry into politics. Karen adjusted to the slowdown in their physical relationship by busying herself with all the duties which typically fall upon the wife of a leading member of the community. Because of her husband's interest in political office, there were many dinners, receptions, and other social gatherings which Karen had to either attend or host.
Unfortunately, by the time Karen was 32 their sex life had withered away to almost nothing. Henry seemed to be always busy or traveling, and Karen found herself either alone or obligated to attend some social function as a representative of the law firm. This was one of those nights. Karen was by herself, preparing to attend a political fundraiser being hosted by the lieutenant governor. One never "drives" to such an event, so Henry had arranged for a limousine service to pick her up and bring her home at the conclusion of the evening.
Karen was about halfway dressed. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, leaned forward and touched-up her lipstick while wearing nothing but diamond earrings, black panties, and high heels. She wasn't a vain person, but in this circumstance even Karen found it difficult not to be pleased with her appearance.
"Damn, you're still pretty hot for a 30-something!" she thought. Karen put down the lipstick tube and squeezed her gorgeous tits together. Her impossibly perfect nails were starkly silhouetted against the unblemished alabaster skin of her breasts. Both nipples immediately became erect, and a subtle wetness began to seep into her pussy. Thoughts filled her head that were decidedly naughty, for they involved men other than her husband. "It's been sooo long..." she whimpered silently.
She managed to banish those thoughts from her mind, at least superficially, so she could finish dressing. Might as well have a little fun with some of the old codgers who'll be there tonight, she thought. Give 'em a little something to help later when they're trying to get it up to fuck their wives! Ha! She slowly but deliberately transformed herself from a reserved housewife into a sexy law clerk who was trying to tempt a senior partner: immaculate nails, dark red lipstick, off-the shoulder cocktail dress (with a long split up the side) that showed more than a bit too much cleavage, black stockings, come here and fuck me high heels… The doorbell rang.
"Must be the limo service..."
Jeff Anders was looking forward to tonight's job. He had driven for the Wilsons on several previous occasions and he liked both of them. They were always polite and well-mannered. Unlike some of his clients, they treated him with respect. Many of the people he chauffeured were either disdainful or downright rude.
He always thought Mrs. Wilson was real pretty, especially since he never saw her when she wasn't "dressed to the nines". Although he would never admit it, on more than one occasion (actually way more than one occasion) he'd jacked-off later while thinking about her. Both of the Wilsons, he recalled, were pretty generous tippers, too... that was always a big plus! Jeff straightened his cap and stood tall as he heard the rhythmic rap-TAP, rap-TAP of feminine shoes on a marble floor.
When the door opened, Jeff was pleasantly surprised. Mrs. Wilson was just so damn sexy, but he'd never seen her look quite this way. A real MILF, except that she wasn't a mom... Man! She even smelled good. The teenager was briefly speechless, but he recovered quickly: "Good evening, Mrs. Wilson," he gulped. Jeff silently praised his father for bringing him into the family business and especially for making him start out by working as a driver!
"Why, hello again, Jeff! I'm so pleased that you'll be chauffeuring me tonight."
"Thank you ma'am. Is there anything I can do to assist you at this time?"
Karen mentally scolded herself: No! Don't even THINK it! Then she spoke, "I'm not quite ready yet, dear. Why don't you come in and have a seat? I'll be a few minutes. May I offer you something to drink?"
"Thank you, but I'm fine." Jeff bowed slightly as he stepped over the threshold.
Jeff thought, Am I gonna have fun when I get back home tonight! He concentrated, trying to commit every detail, every sight, sound, and smell to memory. Jeff figured he'd be up half the night stroking his prick, shooting load after load while fantasizing about Mrs. Wilson.
She motioned, and he politely took a seat on the couch.
By the time Karen arrived in her bedroom, she was in a near state of panic. She was flushed, and her heart was beating rapidly. You need to get those ideas out of your head right now, girl! Karen knew that what she was thinking was so terribly wrong, but she couldn't simply will the thoughts away. Her face wasn't the only thing that was flushed: the subtle wetness she felt earlier wasn't nearly so subtle anymore. Her state of arousal was undeniable, and she feared that that she was about to do something that she'd sworn over and over that she'd never do. The lawyer's faithful wife sat on the edge of the bed:
I just can't DO this! It's wrong! Despite her conscious protestations, Karen already knew how this night would end. Deep in her brain, a decision had already been made. She fancied herself to be a strong woman and in full control of her urges, but this was not one of those times. The young man sitting in the living room was about to have an experience that he would never, ever forget. After removing her soaked panties, Karen stood up, took a deep breath, smoothed her dress, and strode confidently down the hallway.
As Karen re-entered the formal living room, Jeff immediately sprang to his feet and picked up his uniform cap. "Are you ready to leave now, ma'am?"
"Not yet," Karen mused. "There's something I need to take care of first."
"Would you prefer that I come back later?"
“No, Jeff... not at all. Actually, the thing I need to handle involves you - - in a way. I'm afraid that I’ll need your services a bit longer tonight than was planned, and I hope that's all right. I'll not be keeping you from a late-night hot date, I hope." Karen smiled coyly.
Jeff blushed visibly. "Oh! Ah.. err... No! Nothing like that. Not for me... not tonight, ha-ha."
"Oh, come on, Jeff. I can't believe you aren't immensely popular with the ladies. A handsome young man such as yourself. Why, just look at that slim waist and those muscles! I can see 'em even under your uniform shirt!" Karen smoothed the fabric covering his left shoulder with her hand.
"Aww, Mrs. Wilson, you're embarrassing me." Jeff was now beet red. His ears felt like two big radiators, one on either side of his head. He was pretty sure that they must be glowing. He was very sure, however, about his dick: it was definitely growing. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Let's have a seat, Jeff. Seriously, there's something I want to ask you."
Jeff awkwardly sat down on the couch, and Karen occupied the space right next to him. There was nothing separating Jeff and his client. Karen's stocking-clad left thigh was in full contact with his right leg, and she delicately traced her nails along its inner aspect. Jeff's whole body visibly stiffened. Droplets of sweat broke out on his forehead; his cheeks reddened. Jeff hoped she wouldn't see that he now had a truly monstrous erection.
"I'm going to ask you a very simple, straightforward question now, Jeff. Is that okay?"
"Sure, I... I guess..." his voice trailed away to a squeak.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
A bolt of lightning shot through the teenager and exploded in his loins. "What!?!? Wha, wha... w-What about your husband?"
"He's a few hundred miles away tonight, and he'll never find out about what may happen a few minutes from now. You should understand that he's a big part of the reason we're even talking about this. A woman my age needs sex on a regular basis. Right now, my sex drive is almost as high as it'll ever be; Henry's is winding down. I know he loves me, but I'm bothered that he's not constantly trying to get into my panties. Maybe it's a self esteem thing, but I have to be reassured that I'm still attractive to men."
"Th... there's n-no problem, Mrs. Wilson. You are maybe the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" By now, Jeff's cock was so hard it was painful.
"Why, thank you, Jeff! Does that mean you'll help me out? And, by the way... call me Karen. Please."
The tent in Jeff's uniform trousers told Karen all she needed to know.
Besides, Karen had already made up her mind. As far as she was concerned, Jeff really wasn't going to be given a choice. Karen rose and walked back toward the front door. Jeff stood up too, but she motioned for him to stay put. He was a bit unsure of what he was supposed to do next, so he just remained standing by the couch. When Karen reached the door, all she needed to do was re-lock it. Then, she turned to face the younger, nervous object of her inflamed passions.
Without saying another word, she sashayed across the marble floor, dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants and pulled out his insanely rigid prick. A gasp escaped her throat when she was confronted with the size of his manhood. His huge penis was crowned by a perfectly formed and silky-smooth head on a rock-hard shaft. It was as straight as an arrow.
"Oh, darlin'... you're just beautiful," she cooed, gazing at his monstrous, throbbing erection. Grasping that tool with one hand, she looked up at him with the sultriest gaze she could manage. Immediately, she took the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She loved the taste and feel of this young cock, especially since she hadn't sucked one lately. As Karen eased Jeff into her mouth, she gently pressed her velvety lips to the smooth head, and then slowly took him all the way in. Her red lips bottomed out at the base of his cock.
Karen's movements grew faster; quick jerks of her head made him moan and made her short blonde hair fly back and forth. She moaned too, as her wet mouth rode up and down his rigid jackshaft. Jeff managed to unbutton his shirt, and she fondled his solidly-built chest all over with her long, feminine fingers.
Karen took a brief break and squeezed his rod. "I'll bet when you woke up this morning you had no idea you'd be boning the mouth of a thirty-two year old woman today!" Jeff silently agreed that was just about the biggest understatement of his life…
She sucked him as deeply as possible while stimulating the super-sensitive underside with her tongue. Jeff opened his eyes and watched his cock piston in and out of her lipsticked mouth, the end of his dick making a bulge in her left cheek each time she took him in. Her perfect nails were wrapped tightly around his stiff member... Over and over, those soft red lips descended down the shaft of his throbbing prick.
All Jeff could do was groan... until he was about to cum! Karen felt him tense, and his cock seemed to swell within her mouth. A guttural moan escaped from Jeff's throat; he grunted and pumped out the hot, pent-up crème. Just then, Karen opened her mouth wide, stroked his dick and jacked it firmly as he shot his enormous load into and all over her mouth, cheeks, and chin. She managed to swallow about half the warm, salty semen.
Seventeen-year-old dicks never go completely soft after their first blow job, and Jeff's was certainly no exception. Karen stood up slowly while keeping her eyes locked on his. With her right hand, she slowly wiped his seed from her lips and chin. Cleopatra herself could not have licked her fingers more seductively. Even more remarkably, Jeff managed enough coordination to completely shuck his uniform while watching her...
Karen stood by the chair and raised her right leg seductively until the sole of her stiletto pump was resting on the seat cushion. That minor maneuver assured Jeff an unobstructed view of her bald little pussy.
"Wh.. where's the hair, Mrs. Wils..., er, Karen?"
"I have what's called a Brazilian bikini wax, dear," she explained. "The hairs are removed by the roots, and that makes my pussy as smooth and soft. My husband likes it that way, or at least he used to..." her voice trailed off wistfully. "Do you like it, Jeff?"
Her puffy lips were red, swollen, and dripping. Jeff couldn't take his eyes off that hairless slit. Blood pumping into his prick made it thicker and stiffer with each heartbeat. It began to visibly re-elevate.
"You don't have to answer." Karen chuckled. "Your dick just gave you away."
“I want you to fuck me, Jeff. As much as I’d like to spend the next couple of hours on that, you still have to drive me to that party. Remember?”
Jeff said, “Oh…yeah.”
Karen had been around enough to realize that being completely naked was not always the sexiest way for a woman to present herself. True, some men liked their women nude, but a surprising number preferred a partially-clothed quickie: skirt hiked-up, bent over a table or couch, bra on but tits out… Well, this had to be a “quickie”. She just hoped Jeff could last long enough for her to get off, too.
“Fuck me so I can cum too, Jeff. C’mere…”
Karen took Jeff by the hand and led him into the adjoining study. He dutifully followed, his heavy, engorged member bobbing up and down with each footfall. She pushed her husband’s favorite chair out of the way and bent forward over his desk.
Jeff watched Karen’s left hand draw her dress up and to the side, completely exposing the most gorgeous ass he’d ever imagined. And… right there, nestled at the bottom of those cheeks was that hairless little beaver. This is really gonna happen, it’s really gonna happen.
Karen’s face was flushed as she asked him to take her from behind. Their eyes met. “I want you now, Jeff. I need you to fuck me 'til I cum. You can cum again, this time inside of me if you want to?”
Unfortunately, Jeff was not experienced enough to know that he should enter her slowly. With one thrust, he sunk his prick into her hilt-deep. He slid that huge dick into Karen from behind and made her gasp and moan. Her head jerked back and forth. Karen's stocking clad legs went weak in the knees as Jeff pumped his first real pussy over and over.
To Jeff, she felt like warm, moist velvet.
Karen gasped. "Oh my god! Even my biggest dildo doesn't stretch me like this!” Within another minute or so she abandoned all restraint: "Stick it all the way in...I need to feel your cock going in and out of my pussy...fuck me, Jeff...fuck me!"
“I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cu . . . oh, …OH GOD!"
There was no way Jeff could hold back, even if he had wanted to.
"Cum inside me, PLEASE... I wanna feel you shoot!"
He exploded inside her. Rope after rope of warm, sticky semen erupted from his throbbing cock right onto Karen’s cervix. Karen felt every squirt, too, and it drove her to new heights of ecstasy. Both Jeff and Karen saw stars and went wobbly at the same moment. They ended up in a back-to-front embrace on top of the desk. Jeff supported his weight on his elbows as he tenderly kissed Karen on the nape of the neck. That started her fires burning once again.
“Oh, fuck that goddam party!” she whispered, turning to face him.
She began working as a home health nurse. Her duties included taking care of a Mrs. Wilson, who happened to be the mother of one of the more successful trial lawyers in the region. While visiting his mother, Henry Wilson met Karen and was immediately smitten. Although Karen was only 26 and he was fully 20 years her senior, Henry resolved to make Karen his own, and a whirlwind courtship ensued. They were married about six months later and the first few years of the marriage were idyllic. The sex was superb, especially after Karen had breast augmentation and went from a 34B to 36D+. Henry discovered "titty fucking", and Karen was really surprised at how much sexier and more feminine she felt after the operation. She had always attracted lots of attention from men, and she found that she now really enjoyed turning them on by showing off her new body.
After Henry passed age 50, his sex drive began to slow. He became even more involved with the law practice and his interests began to shift towards a possible entry into politics. Karen adjusted to the slowdown in their physical relationship by busying herself with all the duties which typically fall upon the wife of a leading member of the community. Because of her husband's interest in political office, there were many dinners, receptions, and other social gatherings which Karen had to either attend or host.
Unfortunately, by the time Karen was 32 their sex life had withered away to almost nothing. Henry seemed to be always busy or traveling, and Karen found herself either alone or obligated to attend some social function as a representative of the law firm. This was one of those nights. Karen was by herself, preparing to attend a political fundraiser being hosted by the lieutenant governor. One never "drives" to such an event, so Henry had arranged for a limousine service to pick her up and bring her home at the conclusion of the evening.
Karen was about halfway dressed. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, leaned forward and touched-up her lipstick while wearing nothing but diamond earrings, black panties, and high heels. She wasn't a vain person, but in this circumstance even Karen found it difficult not to be pleased with her appearance.
"Damn, you're still pretty hot for a 30-something!" she thought. Karen put down the lipstick tube and squeezed her gorgeous tits together. Her impossibly perfect nails were starkly silhouetted against the unblemished alabaster skin of her breasts. Both nipples immediately became erect, and a subtle wetness began to seep into her pussy. Thoughts filled her head that were decidedly naughty, for they involved men other than her husband. "It's been sooo long..." she whimpered silently.
She managed to banish those thoughts from her mind, at least superficially, so she could finish dressing. Might as well have a little fun with some of the old codgers who'll be there tonight, she thought. Give 'em a little something to help later when they're trying to get it up to fuck their wives! Ha! She slowly but deliberately transformed herself from a reserved housewife into a sexy law clerk who was trying to tempt a senior partner: immaculate nails, dark red lipstick, off-the shoulder cocktail dress (with a long split up the side) that showed more than a bit too much cleavage, black stockings, come here and fuck me high heels… The doorbell rang.
"Must be the limo service..."
Jeff Anders was looking forward to tonight's job. He had driven for the Wilsons on several previous occasions and he liked both of them. They were always polite and well-mannered. Unlike some of his clients, they treated him with respect. Many of the people he chauffeured were either disdainful or downright rude.
He always thought Mrs. Wilson was real pretty, especially since he never saw her when she wasn't "dressed to the nines". Although he would never admit it, on more than one occasion (actually way more than one occasion) he'd jacked-off later while thinking about her. Both of the Wilsons, he recalled, were pretty generous tippers, too... that was always a big plus! Jeff straightened his cap and stood tall as he heard the rhythmic rap-TAP, rap-TAP of feminine shoes on a marble floor.
When the door opened, Jeff was pleasantly surprised. Mrs. Wilson was just so damn sexy, but he'd never seen her look quite this way. A real MILF, except that she wasn't a mom... Man! She even smelled good. The teenager was briefly speechless, but he recovered quickly: "Good evening, Mrs. Wilson," he gulped. Jeff silently praised his father for bringing him into the family business and especially for making him start out by working as a driver!
"Why, hello again, Jeff! I'm so pleased that you'll be chauffeuring me tonight."
"Thank you ma'am. Is there anything I can do to assist you at this time?"
Karen mentally scolded herself: No! Don't even THINK it! Then she spoke, "I'm not quite ready yet, dear. Why don't you come in and have a seat? I'll be a few minutes. May I offer you something to drink?"
"Thank you, but I'm fine." Jeff bowed slightly as he stepped over the threshold.
Jeff thought, Am I gonna have fun when I get back home tonight! He concentrated, trying to commit every detail, every sight, sound, and smell to memory. Jeff figured he'd be up half the night stroking his prick, shooting load after load while fantasizing about Mrs. Wilson.
She motioned, and he politely took a seat on the couch.
By the time Karen arrived in her bedroom, she was in a near state of panic. She was flushed, and her heart was beating rapidly. You need to get those ideas out of your head right now, girl! Karen knew that what she was thinking was so terribly wrong, but she couldn't simply will the thoughts away. Her face wasn't the only thing that was flushed: the subtle wetness she felt earlier wasn't nearly so subtle anymore. Her state of arousal was undeniable, and she feared that that she was about to do something that she'd sworn over and over that she'd never do. The lawyer's faithful wife sat on the edge of the bed:
I just can't DO this! It's wrong! Despite her conscious protestations, Karen already knew how this night would end. Deep in her brain, a decision had already been made. She fancied herself to be a strong woman and in full control of her urges, but this was not one of those times. The young man sitting in the living room was about to have an experience that he would never, ever forget. After removing her soaked panties, Karen stood up, took a deep breath, smoothed her dress, and strode confidently down the hallway.
As Karen re-entered the formal living room, Jeff immediately sprang to his feet and picked up his uniform cap. "Are you ready to leave now, ma'am?"
"Not yet," Karen mused. "There's something I need to take care of first."
"Would you prefer that I come back later?"
“No, Jeff... not at all. Actually, the thing I need to handle involves you - - in a way. I'm afraid that I’ll need your services a bit longer tonight than was planned, and I hope that's all right. I'll not be keeping you from a late-night hot date, I hope." Karen smiled coyly.
Jeff blushed visibly. "Oh! Ah.. err... No! Nothing like that. Not for me... not tonight, ha-ha."
"Oh, come on, Jeff. I can't believe you aren't immensely popular with the ladies. A handsome young man such as yourself. Why, just look at that slim waist and those muscles! I can see 'em even under your uniform shirt!" Karen smoothed the fabric covering his left shoulder with her hand.
"Aww, Mrs. Wilson, you're embarrassing me." Jeff was now beet red. His ears felt like two big radiators, one on either side of his head. He was pretty sure that they must be glowing. He was very sure, however, about his dick: it was definitely growing. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Let's have a seat, Jeff. Seriously, there's something I want to ask you."
Jeff awkwardly sat down on the couch, and Karen occupied the space right next to him. There was nothing separating Jeff and his client. Karen's stocking-clad left thigh was in full contact with his right leg, and she delicately traced her nails along its inner aspect. Jeff's whole body visibly stiffened. Droplets of sweat broke out on his forehead; his cheeks reddened. Jeff hoped she wouldn't see that he now had a truly monstrous erection.
"I'm going to ask you a very simple, straightforward question now, Jeff. Is that okay?"
"Sure, I... I guess..." his voice trailed away to a squeak.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
A bolt of lightning shot through the teenager and exploded in his loins. "What!?!? Wha, wha... w-What about your husband?"
"He's a few hundred miles away tonight, and he'll never find out about what may happen a few minutes from now. You should understand that he's a big part of the reason we're even talking about this. A woman my age needs sex on a regular basis. Right now, my sex drive is almost as high as it'll ever be; Henry's is winding down. I know he loves me, but I'm bothered that he's not constantly trying to get into my panties. Maybe it's a self esteem thing, but I have to be reassured that I'm still attractive to men."
"Th... there's n-no problem, Mrs. Wilson. You are maybe the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" By now, Jeff's cock was so hard it was painful.
"Why, thank you, Jeff! Does that mean you'll help me out? And, by the way... call me Karen. Please."
The tent in Jeff's uniform trousers told Karen all she needed to know.
Besides, Karen had already made up her mind. As far as she was concerned, Jeff really wasn't going to be given a choice. Karen rose and walked back toward the front door. Jeff stood up too, but she motioned for him to stay put. He was a bit unsure of what he was supposed to do next, so he just remained standing by the couch. When Karen reached the door, all she needed to do was re-lock it. Then, she turned to face the younger, nervous object of her inflamed passions.
Without saying another word, she sashayed across the marble floor, dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants and pulled out his insanely rigid prick. A gasp escaped her throat when she was confronted with the size of his manhood. His huge penis was crowned by a perfectly formed and silky-smooth head on a rock-hard shaft. It was as straight as an arrow.
"Oh, darlin'... you're just beautiful," she cooed, gazing at his monstrous, throbbing erection. Grasping that tool with one hand, she looked up at him with the sultriest gaze she could manage. Immediately, she took the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She loved the taste and feel of this young cock, especially since she hadn't sucked one lately. As Karen eased Jeff into her mouth, she gently pressed her velvety lips to the smooth head, and then slowly took him all the way in. Her red lips bottomed out at the base of his cock.
Karen's movements grew faster; quick jerks of her head made him moan and made her short blonde hair fly back and forth. She moaned too, as her wet mouth rode up and down his rigid jackshaft. Jeff managed to unbutton his shirt, and she fondled his solidly-built chest all over with her long, feminine fingers.
Karen took a brief break and squeezed his rod. "I'll bet when you woke up this morning you had no idea you'd be boning the mouth of a thirty-two year old woman today!" Jeff silently agreed that was just about the biggest understatement of his life…
She sucked him as deeply as possible while stimulating the super-sensitive underside with her tongue. Jeff opened his eyes and watched his cock piston in and out of her lipsticked mouth, the end of his dick making a bulge in her left cheek each time she took him in. Her perfect nails were wrapped tightly around his stiff member... Over and over, those soft red lips descended down the shaft of his throbbing prick.
All Jeff could do was groan... until he was about to cum! Karen felt him tense, and his cock seemed to swell within her mouth. A guttural moan escaped from Jeff's throat; he grunted and pumped out the hot, pent-up crème. Just then, Karen opened her mouth wide, stroked his dick and jacked it firmly as he shot his enormous load into and all over her mouth, cheeks, and chin. She managed to swallow about half the warm, salty semen.
Seventeen-year-old dicks never go completely soft after their first blow job, and Jeff's was certainly no exception. Karen stood up slowly while keeping her eyes locked on his. With her right hand, she slowly wiped his seed from her lips and chin. Cleopatra herself could not have licked her fingers more seductively. Even more remarkably, Jeff managed enough coordination to completely shuck his uniform while watching her...
Karen stood by the chair and raised her right leg seductively until the sole of her stiletto pump was resting on the seat cushion. That minor maneuver assured Jeff an unobstructed view of her bald little pussy.
"Wh.. where's the hair, Mrs. Wils..., er, Karen?"
"I have what's called a Brazilian bikini wax, dear," she explained. "The hairs are removed by the roots, and that makes my pussy as smooth and soft. My husband likes it that way, or at least he used to..." her voice trailed off wistfully. "Do you like it, Jeff?"
Her puffy lips were red, swollen, and dripping. Jeff couldn't take his eyes off that hairless slit. Blood pumping into his prick made it thicker and stiffer with each heartbeat. It began to visibly re-elevate.
"You don't have to answer." Karen chuckled. "Your dick just gave you away."
“I want you to fuck me, Jeff. As much as I’d like to spend the next couple of hours on that, you still have to drive me to that party. Remember?”
Jeff said, “Oh…yeah.”
Karen had been around enough to realize that being completely naked was not always the sexiest way for a woman to present herself. True, some men liked their women nude, but a surprising number preferred a partially-clothed quickie: skirt hiked-up, bent over a table or couch, bra on but tits out… Well, this had to be a “quickie”. She just hoped Jeff could last long enough for her to get off, too.
“Fuck me so I can cum too, Jeff. C’mere…”
Karen took Jeff by the hand and led him into the adjoining study. He dutifully followed, his heavy, engorged member bobbing up and down with each footfall. She pushed her husband’s favorite chair out of the way and bent forward over his desk.
Jeff watched Karen’s left hand draw her dress up and to the side, completely exposing the most gorgeous ass he’d ever imagined. And… right there, nestled at the bottom of those cheeks was that hairless little beaver. This is really gonna happen, it’s really gonna happen.
Karen’s face was flushed as she asked him to take her from behind. Their eyes met. “I want you now, Jeff. I need you to fuck me 'til I cum. You can cum again, this time inside of me if you want to?”
Unfortunately, Jeff was not experienced enough to know that he should enter her slowly. With one thrust, he sunk his prick into her hilt-deep. He slid that huge dick into Karen from behind and made her gasp and moan. Her head jerked back and forth. Karen's stocking clad legs went weak in the knees as Jeff pumped his first real pussy over and over.
To Jeff, she felt like warm, moist velvet.
Karen gasped. "Oh my god! Even my biggest dildo doesn't stretch me like this!” Within another minute or so she abandoned all restraint: "Stick it all the way in...I need to feel your cock going in and out of my pussy...fuck me, Jeff...fuck me!"
“I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cu . . . oh, …OH GOD!"
There was no way Jeff could hold back, even if he had wanted to.
"Cum inside me, PLEASE... I wanna feel you shoot!"
He exploded inside her. Rope after rope of warm, sticky semen erupted from his throbbing cock right onto Karen’s cervix. Karen felt every squirt, too, and it drove her to new heights of ecstasy. Both Jeff and Karen saw stars and went wobbly at the same moment. They ended up in a back-to-front embrace on top of the desk. Jeff supported his weight on his elbows as he tenderly kissed Karen on the nape of the neck. That started her fires burning once again.
“Oh, fuck that goddam party!” she whispered, turning to face him.
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