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Bumfelt kissed her. Their lips met. Slow and then eager. Bumfelt pulled her close. Put one hand around her slender waist and slid the other across her skirt, down her stocking leg.
“We shouldn’t……we can’t….,” she gasped, pulling her head away from Bumfelt’s. “It’s not appropriate and-“
“No. You’re right,” said Bumfelt, stepping back, running a hand across his two day stubble, glancing away. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry, Roxy. I should-“
“I want to.”
“What?”
“I want to,” repeated Roxanne softly. “I want to feel a man one last time. I need that. I need you, Eddie.”
“I made a mistake…it was wrong of me to-“
“Fuck me, Eddie,” sighed Roxanne, holding out a manicured hand. “He’s gone. Jonah’s gone. He’s dead and I’m still living.”
She opened the top buttons to her blouse. Her cleavage heaved, her breath quickening. Her breasts, pale in a lace black bra. Her eyes, all dark, smoky make-up, hurt and lust. Her red lips a pout of passion.
“I want to feel alive,” she said. “You want me. I need you.”
She undid her skirt, dropping it with a whisper to the floor.
Bumfelt took it all in. God-damn she was something to see. All black underwear, heels, cleavage and legs. Long, long legs.
“Fuck me, Eddie,” she whispered.
He did.
He took her in his hands and kissed her deeply. He moved his mouth down her neck. His breath hot on her skin. His mouth travelled down to her breasts. Roxanne unclasped her bra. It fell aside. He kissed her hard, erect nipples. One hand slipped down her stocking leg and up again. Fingers brushed her lace panties. Seeking her warm opening. Her panties slightly wet. Bumfelt slipped a finger inside and she groaned. Her hot breath coming in gasps.
“Take them off,” whispered Bumfelt, taking his hands back to Roxanne’s face. His tongue probing her mouth. Warm. Wet and eager.
Roxanne pulled down the panties, damp and sticky, her sex juices permeating the silk. Bumfelt leant back. His eyes burning into hers with fevered desire. Roxanne lifted her right foot to remove the panties. Bumfelt saw the neat strip of pubic hair and her already swollen lips. He caught a glimpse of the sweet wetness that waited his tongue and cock.
Roxanne stepped out of the panties.
“Take me, Eddie,” she whispered.
“Not yet,” replied Bumfelt, picking her up in his strong hands. He lay her down on the couch, spread her legs and put his mouth to the warm opening. His hot tongue probed inside. Roxanne arched her back and let out a gasp. Bumfelt ran his tongue along her slit. Savouring. Tasting. He slipped his tongue over her labia, searching for her swollen clitoris. He worked at it. Small circles and flicks that shot pleasure through Roxanne’s body. She pushed her pelvis at him. Rubbing herself on his mouth. Pushing his tongue in deep inside her.
“Eat me,” gasped Roxanne, pulling Bumfelt’s face into her pussy “Lick that cunt.”
He did.
“Lick my clit you dirty bastard,” she moaned. “Make me feel alive. Make me cum.”
He did.
Roxanne’s breathing became deep, measured gasps. She d****d her stocking legs over his shoulders, circling Bumfelt’s neck. Her breathing quickened and with a stifled gasp she came, pulling Bumfelt’s mouth to her sex, her climax hitting, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Bumfelt looked up at her from between her legs. Her wetness on his lips.
“Thank you,” smiled Roxanne, sliding her legs from his shoulders.
Bumfelt pulled her to the edge of the couch and stood in a half crouch. Roxanne looked to his cock. Reached for it. Ran a red painted nail along the shaft and then slowly pulled it into her. Bumfelt let out a hot whisper of breath as her inner folds took him in. Wet. Tight.
“You’ve wanted this for a long time haven’t you?” gasped Roxanne, working her pelvis in a tight circle. “Well now you’ve got it. Fuck that pussy. Fuck it.”
Bumfelt did. He grabbed her bottom cheeks, lifting her from the couch and he drove into her. Slow at first but then deeper and harder as she responded by thrusting her clinging sex upwards. Bumfelt leant forward and kissed her deeply, pushing her knees back against her breasts as he did. This allowed him to slip deeper inside.
“Fuck that cunt,” gasped Roxanne, putting a finger to her red lips, pulling at her wet, painted lips with a red nailed finger. “Fuck me hard, Eddie.”
Eddie thrust himself harder and deeper inside her.
“That’s right. That’s it,” moaned Roxanne, pushing her breasts together. Painted nails on pale flesh.
“Fuck me. Fuck me,” she moaned, flicking her tongue across one of her own erect nipples. “Fuck that pussy. But don’t cum. Not yet. Not yet.”
Roxanne looked up and smiled at Bumfelt. A wicked, dirty smile.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she whispered.
Bumfelt’s cock trembled inside her. He almost came.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” she repeated, pushing Bumfelt away. His hard, engorged cock slipped from inside her. She turned and leaned across the couch. She leant forwards, opening her long legs. She took a hand, gathered moisture from her pubic area. She licked her fingers. Tasting. She added that wetness to her palm and rubbed at her anus. Moaning slightly, she slipped a finger inside her ass and massaged her clit with her other hand.
Roxanne looked back over her shoulder, her hair framing her beautiful, flushed face..
“I want you to cum in my ass,” she whispered.
Roxanne lifted her sweet ass. Presenting herself to him. Offering herself.
Bumfelt put one hand around her waist the other in the small of her back. He brought his cock to her anus. The hole so small. So inviting. So tight. He edged his cock forwards. Pushing, probing. At first his cock met resistance, but still wet from her pussy the head of his cock slipped inside. Roxanne gasped.
“Roxy,” groaned Bumfelt. “Arch your back.”
Roxanne did as he said and with her back arched Bumfelt’s cock slipped inside her ass inch by inch, until Roxanne could feel his balls touching against the lips of her pussy. Roxanne reached around and adjusted him. Now deeper inside her.
“Fuck me,” she rasped, pushing her ass back against Bumfelt’s shaft. “Fuck my ass and make me cum again.”
Roxanne worked her clit with her fingers as Bumfelt slowly thrust inside her. As she became more excited Roxanne would push a little harder, taking his cock deeper. Her breathing rapid and deep.
“Make me cum. Make me cum,” repeated Roxanne driving her ass back at him. Wanting every inch of him inside her tight hole. Bumfelt thrust harder. His own breathing becoming laboured, he filled her with more rapid strokes. A few more thrusts was all he had left in him. The tight velvet of her ass was becoming too much.
“Cum for me, baby,” gasped Roxanne, sensing he was near. “Cum inside my tight fuckin’ ass.”
Roxanne’s stroking of her clit became more frantic. Her slender fingers slipping in and out of her sopping wetness. She came with a cry. Warm juices running down her thighs as Bumfelt reached his climax.
“Cum in me,” gasped Roxanne. “Cum in me.”
Bumfelt thrust one more time and exploded. His body shuddered. Hot cum spurting, his cock contracting deep in her ass. He collapsed across Roxanne’s back. They struggled to catch their breath. In time he slowly pulled his cock from her rear. He sat on the floor, breathing laboured, cock glistening. Roxanne rolled over and sat on the edge of the couch. She ran a hand through Bumfelt’s hair. His cum and her own juices flowed from her holes, onto her thighs, dripping on her stockings.
“It’s been a long time,” she whispered, kissing Bumfelt on the top of his head. “A long time since a man made me feel that good.”
She bent, gathered her discarded clothes and walked away.
“I’m taking a shower. Thank you, Eddie,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “But please…don’t be here when I get back.”
Bumfelt watched her exit the room. He dressed and left. What else could he do? He was a fucking dirt-bag asshole who had just fucked his dead partner’s wife on the day of his funeral and, he’d been the one who had put him in the hole. But life is like that. Choices are made. Right ones. Wrong ones. And sometimes, life is a cold, hard bitch.
Sometimes, life just fucks you in the ass.
“We shouldn’t……we can’t….,” she gasped, pulling her head away from Bumfelt’s. “It’s not appropriate and-“
“No. You’re right,” said Bumfelt, stepping back, running a hand across his two day stubble, glancing away. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry, Roxy. I should-“
“I want to.”
“What?”
“I want to,” repeated Roxanne softly. “I want to feel a man one last time. I need that. I need you, Eddie.”
“I made a mistake…it was wrong of me to-“
“Fuck me, Eddie,” sighed Roxanne, holding out a manicured hand. “He’s gone. Jonah’s gone. He’s dead and I’m still living.”
She opened the top buttons to her blouse. Her cleavage heaved, her breath quickening. Her breasts, pale in a lace black bra. Her eyes, all dark, smoky make-up, hurt and lust. Her red lips a pout of passion.
“I want to feel alive,” she said. “You want me. I need you.”
She undid her skirt, dropping it with a whisper to the floor.
Bumfelt took it all in. God-damn she was something to see. All black underwear, heels, cleavage and legs. Long, long legs.
“Fuck me, Eddie,” she whispered.
He did.
He took her in his hands and kissed her deeply. He moved his mouth down her neck. His breath hot on her skin. His mouth travelled down to her breasts. Roxanne unclasped her bra. It fell aside. He kissed her hard, erect nipples. One hand slipped down her stocking leg and up again. Fingers brushed her lace panties. Seeking her warm opening. Her panties slightly wet. Bumfelt slipped a finger inside and she groaned. Her hot breath coming in gasps.
“Take them off,” whispered Bumfelt, taking his hands back to Roxanne’s face. His tongue probing her mouth. Warm. Wet and eager.
Roxanne pulled down the panties, damp and sticky, her sex juices permeating the silk. Bumfelt leant back. His eyes burning into hers with fevered desire. Roxanne lifted her right foot to remove the panties. Bumfelt saw the neat strip of pubic hair and her already swollen lips. He caught a glimpse of the sweet wetness that waited his tongue and cock.
Roxanne stepped out of the panties.
“Take me, Eddie,” she whispered.
“Not yet,” replied Bumfelt, picking her up in his strong hands. He lay her down on the couch, spread her legs and put his mouth to the warm opening. His hot tongue probed inside. Roxanne arched her back and let out a gasp. Bumfelt ran his tongue along her slit. Savouring. Tasting. He slipped his tongue over her labia, searching for her swollen clitoris. He worked at it. Small circles and flicks that shot pleasure through Roxanne’s body. She pushed her pelvis at him. Rubbing herself on his mouth. Pushing his tongue in deep inside her.
“Eat me,” gasped Roxanne, pulling Bumfelt’s face into her pussy “Lick that cunt.”
He did.
“Lick my clit you dirty bastard,” she moaned. “Make me feel alive. Make me cum.”
He did.
Roxanne’s breathing became deep, measured gasps. She d****d her stocking legs over his shoulders, circling Bumfelt’s neck. Her breathing quickened and with a stifled gasp she came, pulling Bumfelt’s mouth to her sex, her climax hitting, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Bumfelt looked up at her from between her legs. Her wetness on his lips.
“Thank you,” smiled Roxanne, sliding her legs from his shoulders.
Bumfelt pulled her to the edge of the couch and stood in a half crouch. Roxanne looked to his cock. Reached for it. Ran a red painted nail along the shaft and then slowly pulled it into her. Bumfelt let out a hot whisper of breath as her inner folds took him in. Wet. Tight.
“You’ve wanted this for a long time haven’t you?” gasped Roxanne, working her pelvis in a tight circle. “Well now you’ve got it. Fuck that pussy. Fuck it.”
Bumfelt did. He grabbed her bottom cheeks, lifting her from the couch and he drove into her. Slow at first but then deeper and harder as she responded by thrusting her clinging sex upwards. Bumfelt leant forward and kissed her deeply, pushing her knees back against her breasts as he did. This allowed him to slip deeper inside.
“Fuck that cunt,” gasped Roxanne, putting a finger to her red lips, pulling at her wet, painted lips with a red nailed finger. “Fuck me hard, Eddie.”
Eddie thrust himself harder and deeper inside her.
“That’s right. That’s it,” moaned Roxanne, pushing her breasts together. Painted nails on pale flesh.
“Fuck me. Fuck me,” she moaned, flicking her tongue across one of her own erect nipples. “Fuck that pussy. But don’t cum. Not yet. Not yet.”
Roxanne looked up and smiled at Bumfelt. A wicked, dirty smile.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she whispered.
Bumfelt’s cock trembled inside her. He almost came.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” she repeated, pushing Bumfelt away. His hard, engorged cock slipped from inside her. She turned and leaned across the couch. She leant forwards, opening her long legs. She took a hand, gathered moisture from her pubic area. She licked her fingers. Tasting. She added that wetness to her palm and rubbed at her anus. Moaning slightly, she slipped a finger inside her ass and massaged her clit with her other hand.
Roxanne looked back over her shoulder, her hair framing her beautiful, flushed face..
“I want you to cum in my ass,” she whispered.
Roxanne lifted her sweet ass. Presenting herself to him. Offering herself.
Bumfelt put one hand around her waist the other in the small of her back. He brought his cock to her anus. The hole so small. So inviting. So tight. He edged his cock forwards. Pushing, probing. At first his cock met resistance, but still wet from her pussy the head of his cock slipped inside. Roxanne gasped.
“Roxy,” groaned Bumfelt. “Arch your back.”
Roxanne did as he said and with her back arched Bumfelt’s cock slipped inside her ass inch by inch, until Roxanne could feel his balls touching against the lips of her pussy. Roxanne reached around and adjusted him. Now deeper inside her.
“Fuck me,” she rasped, pushing her ass back against Bumfelt’s shaft. “Fuck my ass and make me cum again.”
Roxanne worked her clit with her fingers as Bumfelt slowly thrust inside her. As she became more excited Roxanne would push a little harder, taking his cock deeper. Her breathing rapid and deep.
“Make me cum. Make me cum,” repeated Roxanne driving her ass back at him. Wanting every inch of him inside her tight hole. Bumfelt thrust harder. His own breathing becoming laboured, he filled her with more rapid strokes. A few more thrusts was all he had left in him. The tight velvet of her ass was becoming too much.
“Cum for me, baby,” gasped Roxanne, sensing he was near. “Cum inside my tight fuckin’ ass.”
Roxanne’s stroking of her clit became more frantic. Her slender fingers slipping in and out of her sopping wetness. She came with a cry. Warm juices running down her thighs as Bumfelt reached his climax.
“Cum in me,” gasped Roxanne. “Cum in me.”
Bumfelt thrust one more time and exploded. His body shuddered. Hot cum spurting, his cock contracting deep in her ass. He collapsed across Roxanne’s back. They struggled to catch their breath. In time he slowly pulled his cock from her rear. He sat on the floor, breathing laboured, cock glistening. Roxanne rolled over and sat on the edge of the couch. She ran a hand through Bumfelt’s hair. His cum and her own juices flowed from her holes, onto her thighs, dripping on her stockings.
“It’s been a long time,” she whispered, kissing Bumfelt on the top of his head. “A long time since a man made me feel that good.”
She bent, gathered her discarded clothes and walked away.
“I’m taking a shower. Thank you, Eddie,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “But please…don’t be here when I get back.”
Bumfelt watched her exit the room. He dressed and left. What else could he do? He was a fucking dirt-bag asshole who had just fucked his dead partner’s wife on the day of his funeral and, he’d been the one who had put him in the hole. But life is like that. Choices are made. Right ones. Wrong ones. And sometimes, life is a cold, hard bitch.
Sometimes, life just fucks you in the ass.
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