Mrs L wants to have the man nextdoor
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There once was a maid from Mobile
Whose cunt was made of blue steel.
She only got thrills
From pneumatic drills
And an off-centered emery wheel.
I'm the luckiest seventeen year old in my town - and I can't even tell anyone. Don't think I haven't tried, just that my closest buddy started to turn real squirrelly when I started to tell him about Dixie, I immediately changed the subject.
You see, Dixie is the slut that lives next door. Well, that does not properly describe her - Dixie is my personal slut next door. That in itself is a great thing. What would you say if I also tell you that Dixie is fifty-eight years old?
I'm no longer a lucky guy but some sick pervert right?
Well read this short written diarrhoea about when we first fucked and how she became my slut and then judge me. Its the only form of bragging I have, as I can't actually talk with anyone about what is going on in my sex life.
Lets start with Dixie - or her real name, Diane Caraway. Before our relationship really took off, I would have classified her as a frumpy luckless old woman who never smiled. She was simply a neighbour and I rarely gave her a second thought. Dixie was a name I gave to her after reading about a retired stripper, from the forties, by the name of Dixie. So that became her 'title' between us. If truth be told, I would guess Diane rather enjoyed her life as Dixie much more than the latter.
Her looks then are different than they are today, though some things stay the same. For one, Dixie always wears skirts or dresses. That was one of the things I noticed about her first - her legs. Back then she never showed her legs bare, but encased mostly in nylons. The skirt, much to my disappointment, was always past her knees back then.
Then, one day, her skirt was the type that ended just around the knee. The first time she noticed me admiring her in a sexual way, I think it shook her up quite a bit. Here I was, a fourteen year old staring at a woman old enough to be my grandmother. If you don't know anything about teenage boys, then let me tell you that everything was sexual. So when Mrs. Caraway crossed her legs and her knee-length skirt was accidentally pulled half-ways up her thighs revealing more of her legs than ever before - I could I not help but gaze in lust.
I remember very little except admiring her nylon covered legs while time disappeared. From what I have gathered though, is that Diane sat there staring in near-shock between her crossed legs up to my wide-eyes and back again, numerous times. It puzzled and amazed her at first - why was this young man looking at her legs so intently?
Over fifty she may be but no one in her whole life, even before she married, looked at her with such open sexual admiration as I did just then. Finally, minutes later perhaps, she pulled the skirt back down to cover her knees. The spell was broken - or at least I was able to turn my gaze away.
Diane did not know much about teenage boys, only having three grown daughters, or she would have realized that that one look was a sampling of my building excitement. If she had more experience with boys and their single-minded desire for anything sexual she would have cut off my interest immediately and turned me out of her home. Instead she returned to the receipts before her, adding the totals before I took the papers to my mom to do the same. It was for some neighbourhood garage sale or something - its meaningless now.
The next time Diane looked up I was standing over her left shoulder, as if patiently waiting for her to finish her task. Except when she looked up she found my eyes staring past her shoulder and down the cleavage that was revealed.
Seeing her legs had started my hunger, seeing soft white tit-flesh added to the fire building in my loins so that I stood again mesmerized gazing at her.
It was not like she was flashing me. Heavens no! The proper mature woman could never consider such an indiscretion! Her breasts were well encased beneath a huge white bra and white silk blouse. The buttons were done nearly to her neck - but the natural thrust of her large breasts pushed the blouse out so that a shadowed tunnel lead to the promised land.
Diane suddenly stood and lead me to the door without even a look in my direction... I followed silently, not even experienced enough to be embarrassed, I did not know I had been caught.
Standing in the foyer, she handed me the bundle of receipts and mumbled something about me going straight home. I tried hard not to look at the pointy bosom before me but when I finally looked up into my neighbours face, I saw that she was very red as if she was about to be sick.
The first thought I had was that she had caught me, the second that she looked ill. My eyes, though, trailed naturally downward - as the second place I always looked after a woman's face was her chest - and saw two very distinct thrusting nipples beneath her white blouse. In those first seconds, as I stared, they seemed to enlarge and point directly at me.
For the first time I realized that I was staring, nearly panting huskily, as I gazed openly at my neighbours chest. My face began to flush and I felt just a little dizzy but I still stared at those thrusting nipples for several more lengthy seconds.
Diane stood there as if a trance, her eyes glassy as she simply looked into my own brown eyes, seeing my hunger within.
I was starting to get nervous and, as was my way, began to break this awkward situation by a little humour. The way I was going to do this was bring up a hand between us and wave it before her eyes - as if to see if she was awake. Instead of making the stupid joke I brought my right hand up and even before I began to wave it before her - Diane suddenly hissed as she sucked in air, closed her eyes and thrust out her chest toward me. I stood there stunned, with my hand mere centimetres from her bountiful chest.
All my inexperience, my naive gray matter told me to turn and run... it was my painfully thrusting dick against my jeans that took that first definitive step toward a new outlook on life for me. For Diane as well, if I should be so bold.
It translates so cold - that simple little movement forward of my open hand and the full breast that it suddenly grasped - yet it was a momentous occasion for me, for us. It changed our lives, from that moment on.
Even as my hand pressed forward, Diane mewed with pleasure and pressed her torso toward me firmly. The breast flattened slightly in my strong hand and I felt the unforgiving thrust of the nipple directly in the middle of my palm.
I look from the aged, but attractive, face to my hands holding the first breast of my life. Writing it now, it reads as so incredible, impossible - and to me, it was. Yet, not so incredible for me to lift my second hand and grasp the other thrusting tit before me. Though too big for my hands, I remember chuckling to myself that they were a perfect fit.
My hands squeezed and held those globes for some time until it was Diane's deep sighs and the quivering of her flesh beneath my hands that brought me back into focus.
It was the first, but most certainly not the last, time that I realized that the gray haired woman before me was old enough to be my grandmother. And though my dick was hard and my hands full of her covered-tit-flesh, it was just not right.
Right?
My hands fell back to my sides and I starred up into Diane's face. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at me with such a pitiful, sorrowful look that I wondered if I had done something, besides the obvious, wrong. Then that look changed slightly, into something one of the girls at school reveals when she looks at her boyfriend. The jock had stood there in the middle of the busy hallway, a group of guys ogling his gorgeous girlfriend as he slipped one hand beneath her sweater and fondles her chest brazenly, while she just looked at him with something like love, submission and acceptance all in one long gaze. Turning toward the general direction of the crowd he brags matter-a-fact, "What can I say, the slut will do anything I tell her!"
That was the look that Diane was giving me right then.
This time I was trembling, my hands quivered as I again brought them up. When Diane saw them approaching, she sucked in a lungful of air and held it while watching my advance.
My trembling fingers, god was I embarrassed that I was not calm and cool as I thought I should, began to unbutton the round pearl buttons on the white silk blouse. The old womans eyes were watching me but I ignored her - else I may not have had the fortitude to complete my chosen task.
As I pressed the blouse wide, all the buttons undone, and awkwardly pulled the tails from the waistband of her skirt - I was confronted by a white undergarment that was both functional and rather unappealing, to my innocent eyes. Diane wore what I thought was a bra, like my mother wears, but instead it was like a bra on top but the bottom went down her stomach and disappeared beneath the edge of her skirt.
Diane cleared her throat and said rather huskily, "Do you want to leave?"
Had I shown disappointment at seeing the hopelessness of, at least, getting to to her naked chest in the next few moments? The undergarment was functionally and not overly attractive but I knew with a certainty that it would be a bitch to remove! I looked again into her eyes, and though they held the same contradictions as before, I saw, with a certainty, that she thought I would leave.
She was wrong.
There was a dark brown shade beneath the thick white flowered fabric of each thrusting nipple, it was enough to cause the trembling to reach my shoulders so that my torso shivered. My hands, also trembling, again reached up, and I felt the old woman's surprise and pleasure as I again grasped her chest firmly in hand. This time I was more brazen as I kneaded them roughly, trying to press them together, to flatten them to squeeze them into cones - all while Diane gasped and sighed in response.
A new self assurance began to take hold in my brain and any thought of embarrassment or of flight was not in my conscious. Here was a woman, a live breathing woman that not only allowed me to touch her in ways that I only fantasized about but seemed to enjoy and even desire more. It was like a ten year old getting handed the keys to the candy store.
My body was trembling violently now - out of desire. Those wild barely-contained teenage hormones were breaking free and I found my mind starting to cloud over with my white hot lust.
By rough handholds I pulled Diane toward me by her covered breasts and thrust my face before hers. I had kissed girls before, but never so violently so carefree. Diane in her favour, took it all and accepted, nay, enjoyed my ravishing inexperienced attentions. I speared my tongue past her dry lips and raped her orally while I felt my teeth randomly grind into hers painfully.
My hands though, had not been idle. I gave a earnest and useless attempt to ripe the front of that god damned contraption that hid her large sexy chest, then gave up in frustration. Then I reached down and non-too gently pulled her knee-length skirt up to her waist so that my hands could reach beneath. Using aggressive and totally amateurish fumbling I pushed down both, her panty hose and panties, undergarments in a single shove.
That most impossible of fantasies, what seemed so distant yet desired so often by myself and by so many of my peers was there naked before me.
My hands slipped between us and I fumbled with my jeans.
Forcing her head to the side, as I was distracted with getting my own sex free, she gasped into my ear, "Not here... please... in the bedroom... ?"
Diane's request was not only denied but I barely registered those words till afterwards. Instead, we became a tumble of limbs and clothing as I found myself above and between Diane's spread soft thighs upon the cool spotless hard-wood floor.
My dick was free and painfully hard as I held it as if my hand knew the path better than my one-eyed hungry love pole! The skirt was getting in the way, my jeans and underwear down around my knees hindering my movements... and Diane just lay there watching me while breathing rapidly and deeply.
Suddenly the circumcised head of my cock felt the rough tickle of coarse pubic hair. It had to be her pussy right? I pressed forward and little more and felt the extreme warmth envelope the head of my dick. Using my hand, I moved myself, with difficulty, downward and suddenly I simply slid into what I had always known in fantasy, as heaven.
I was not disappointed. Rather it was a magical moment - rather humorous in retrospect, but one that I would never have changed, given a chance.
Diane seemed to find pleasure in that moment as well, as she had screamed out and then stared at me in wide-eyed and open mouthed surprise - as if she too were a virgin. She watched me as I roughly jack-hammered in and out of her rocking body - her sex boiling and anxious, though in my innocence I took that for granted.
I lasted less than a minute until I ground my sparse pubic hair against the shaggy bush between Diane's legs and groaned as I felt the explosion take control and release within that elder body.
My load spurted again and again, feeling as if every nerve of my body was radiating with fantasy-like pleasure as I collapsed upon the top of my half-naked neighbour.
The first realization, after my senses returned to near-normal, was that I could hear the fast beat of Diane's heart. Then I felt the warm liquid envelope of her sex clench my soft dick as if she did not want me to leave her.
Guilt - that was what hit me, more than the realization that I was no longer a virgin, that I seriously enjoyed the last few minutes - that I may have raped Mrs. Caraway... on her fucking foyer floor for gods sake!
I quickly rolled away from her body and fumbled with my jeans, suddenly embarrassed and feeling way out of my league. Stealing a quick look, I saw Mrs. Caraway slowly and carefully roll up to a kneeling position facing away from me and begin to return herself back to normal.
I certainly had gone a little crazy, not including the obvious the sex stuff, as her nylons and white panties lay in disarray around one leg, about her thigh. Her blouse was still upon her shoulders, the rear of it tucked into her skirt, but it appeared very wrinkled. The back of her normally well groomed gray hair was messy and from the side I could see the worried look upon her face coupled with the soiled lipstick, saliva covered lips and chin - all making her look her age. Her posture was less than her normal perfect, but of course I had never seen her sit on the floor half-dressed before. She looked tiny, old and humiliated.
Mumbling my fear, I said, "You won't tell mom about this will you?" I was thinking of jail, of the embarrassment of my peers learning about this single loss of control, about what my mother would say... I also realized I may be carted away in handcuffs for having sex with a woman whom I had not even seen naked!
Mrs. Caraway did not stop in trying to achieve some sort of normalcy in her appearance as she half-whispered her reply, "I will not tell anyone what happened here today."
Other than my immediate relief at her words, I realized that she had said them with such conviction that I knew she did not want anyone else to know what we did with as much conviction as I did.
My jeans were quickly re-buttoned and my soiled cock back in its place, as I knelt upon the floor and began to gather the long forgotten receipts that mother had sent me over for. At some point Mrs. Caraway had dropped them from her hand and they had scattered the width of the room.
As if age was a weight of burden, Diane slowly rose to her feet and I stopped in my gathering to watch her in pity. What I had done to her could never be forgiven and I had no idea what to say or do to make it better - or even if I could.
A whisper even as she was doing up the buttons on the front of her blouse, "I'm sorry what happened here today."
Even though she was not even facing me and the words were barely audible, I knew they were for me. My eyes filled up and watered in guilt as well as pity, "I'm sorry too Mrs. Caraway!" And I was - I truly was!
"I am sure your next time will be more memorable for you... !"
What? Memorable. What does that have to do about having forced myself upon her. Why did she not stop me even before I had half-torn her blouse off? Those nipples though, they were indeed hard and Mrs. Caraway has certainly sounded pleased as I played with them. Then why did she not even move as I fucked her, not a finger or a foot, as I slammed in and out of her body?
I just had to ask, "Memorable?"
Her hands trembled and she was having trouble with the last button, "Someone your own age... pretty... ?" I had seen photos, about the walls of her home, and Mrs. Caraway was never a pretty woman - plain yes, but never noticeable in any sense. In some ways I would say she was more attractive now that she had been twenty, thirty years, before.
Mrs. Caraway had given up on the last button and started to step out of the room - and she had to go past my kneeling form to do it. I reached out and grasped a smooth soft naked calf just beneath the edge of her skirt. She stopped immediately and sobbed, "Please go!"
I almost let go of her leg, so desperate was her plea, until I saw the discarded tangled brown nylons and white panties on the floor where she had left them after pulling them off her leg. I held upon the calf of the woman I had admired so brazenly earlier, and that leg lead upwards to a treasure trove where I had sacrificed my virginity only seconds before. And it was now bare!
I had to know, "Did you enjoy it Mrs. Caraway?"
What I expected was an immediate denial and a rapid retreat from the room, or at least from my grasping hand. The seconds turned into a minute and I knew that it had not been rape after all, that she desired... no, needed the attention I gave her. The truth of it made me feel dizzy with awareness.
My hand moved up to the back of her knee and rubbed it openly. "I enjoyed it Diane."
A single trembling wave rolled through her but she never gave me any other indication that she heard me. Yet I knew she had - in fact I was guessing that it was my own sexual awareness of her, the excitement I received from her, that caused her own pleasure. She was an old woman - but still held hidden and secret volumes of potential eroticism. Perhaps Diane was a woman who had never been allowed, who had always thought it dirty to feel... pleasure?
The receipts dropped, yet again, forgotten to the floor about her feet and my hand moved up further to the back of on thigh. It was warm, soft and smooth and I enjoyed it immensely. I knew, with a certainty, that she was mine for the taking.
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Slut: New to the scene. Part 1After 8 long weeks working on a construction site in the middle of the desert, I needed some time to relax and recharge my batteries. With four whole weeks to recuperate, I decided I would meet my wife in Tenerife as opposed to flying back to the UK. My rota would have me arrive in Tenerife on the Tuesday where as my wife would not arrive until the Saturday. Some of you will be aware that Tenerife is a haven for swingers from all over Europe, due to the year long...
Part 2I stared at the blank hotel room door as I stood in the corridor waiting to make my grand entrance. I checked my appearance one last time, adjusting my tight short black mini skirt, ensuring my tits looked fantastic, almost spilling out of the shiny black tight corset top.My nipples were erect and pushing at the cups of the corset as I squeezed my thigh length booted legs together.The door opened slowly as Simon stood in the frame smiling. He was wearing his shirt unbuttoned and nothing...
Part 3I lay on the makeshift bed, sprawled out wearing my sexy lingerie, with my right hand between my wide open stockinged legs, gently stoking my shaved pussy. I’d Just swallowed Neil’s, his brother Tom’s and my husbands orgasmic fruits. Neil and Tom were setting up lights and cameras over the other side of the studio as my husband looked lovingly toward me, still stroking his semi erect cock.In less than one day my husband had gone from normal husband with a sane level of jealousy to an out...
I noticed that Tommy was more and more interested in photography, the subject entering into our family conversations constantly. He would discuss it with my husband at times, asking him for advice and even showing him some of his work which made me really nervous. I knew he would never show his dad the pictures he managed to take of me but just the thought that the pictures were out there was driving me crazy. I have to admit, some of his work was really good. He took pictures of everything,...
Slut: The Challenge:. (Part one)I'm sitting at my laptop writing this down, still wearing my PVC lingerie with spunk drying in my hair and on my face while my antics are still fresh in my memory. Hubby issued me a sexual challenge this morning, with no prompt or build up. His challenge was that I was to be the lonely housewife and have a tradesman seduce me, and the challenge must be completed before he returned home from work this evening. Never one to shirk a challenge I immediately accepted...
Darius walked up to the common room doors, his heart in his mouth, clutching a small brick phone. He could have used any phone, but this was cheap and somewhat archaic, and he enjoyed the feeling of punching in the keys. It felt more powerful. As he entered, he scanned the room for Isabelle. He’d got her number of a mutual friend over a week ago, because he’d never had the courage to strike up a rapport with her and get it himself. He caught a glimpse of her through the crowd of students. She...
Part 4“You still think you can handle more cock?” Steve said with a puzzled look on face “Haven’t you had enough yet?”I began to unzip my boots and smiled. The boots fell away from my thighs, as I kicked them off my feet. Unrolling the black hold up stockings, I bent over to remove them from my feet.“I’m going to fuck the manager and get myself a room deal for when I want fucked in the future!” I smiled unhooking the black corset. “I never knew you were this horny! In fact I wasn’t convinced...
I’m driving back home after a raunchy night of outrageous fucking with a brand new lover. I met him last week whilst out lingerie shopping and was bold enough to get him to select a few outfits for me. We went into the nearest wine and destroyed a full bottle of Prosecco, where he played along with the charade of seducing me and arranged our evening of unfaithful sex. He’s married and arranged to fuck me in a friends flat where we’ve just exchanged copious amounts of bodily fluid. I turned up...
I had known Stacy for a while and she had been a great friend to me, we had messed around a bit and she had let me lick to an orgasm and then wank in front of her but we had never had full penetration.Stacy had asked if I wanted to go to a club dancing and having a few drinks, I said yes and hoped I could take her back home and fuck the shit out of her. When I arrived Stacy was ready, she looked stunning in a tight black dress and the highest heels I have ever seen, as she walked passed I...
I stood up from the bidet with a small hand towel patting my asshole and pussy. Alex was back in the bed room gathering up his clothes and re-dressing. I paraded through the bedroom wearing my stockings, high heels and sexy tight black basque, feeling every inch the sexy slut. I picked up my skirt, bending over deliberately, ensuring Alex got a good view of my tight buns and smooth shaved slit. Smiling I pulled the tight tiny mini skirt over my thighs and snugly into place, covering my pussy...
I’m driving back home after a raunchy night of outrageous fucking with a brand new lover. I met him last week whilst out lingerie shopping and was bold enough to get him to select a few outfits for me. We went into the nearest wine and destroyed a full bottle of Prosecco, where he played along with the charade of seducing me and arranged our evening of unfaithful sex. He’s married and arranged to fuck me in a friends flat where we’ve just exchanged copious amounts of bodily fluid. I turned up...
Dara had left a subtle trail of bread crumbs as bait for her man on a wicked whim, but as she arrived home this day, a rush of panic shot through her and she began to second-guess the wisdom of her own devious devices. There was a look on Mick’s face as he sat in front of her screen, one that she had never seen on him before, and Dara cursed herself for possibly having gone too far before testing the waters further.There was a sense of danger and lewd betrayal in the air, as Mick kept a quietly...
SLUT ANN’s Toilet OrdealMy name is Ann, well actually, it's been Slut Ann most of my life. My body has ruled me always. My nipples would itch, then when I played with them or scratched them, a charge would go through my body and make me crazy, insanely horny. It’s like the beginning of a huge orgasm that stays with me until I cum. The type of horny where there are no limits.We were very poor, so clothes weren't replaced regularly. As a result, I wore old then panties where the liner was wearing...
Part 2My husband was standing in our kitchen, blatantly displaying mixed emotions. He was obviously in a sexual agitated state with what was possibly going to take place, but also a high degree of anxiety swamped his very being. “You can stop this anytime you wish, that is, until we set foot in the studio. Once we’re in the studio, there will be no turning back!” I said sternly “Once we arrive there, I will be posing for the camera and I will be getting fucked!”A smile flashed across hubby’s...
Jeremy had a problem, and that problem was himself. He really, really liked slut collars. Now on its own, this wasn’t such a big deal. Most guys were fond of them, didn’t even count as a fetish these days. The difference between Jeremy and those other guys is that they imagined collars clasped around some hot babe’s neck. Jeremy preferred them around his own. The collars had been around for just about fifteen years, and nobody had the slightest clue where they came from. Oh, everyone knew who...
Chapter 4It was Thursday lunchtime, and here I was trying on dresses as I heard Brian’s car pull up. I panicked slightly as I was standing in my bedroom wearing a sexy underwear set (Push up bra, Garter belt and Seamed stockings, all in black) trying on dresses for the party on Friday night. I flung my cream silk effect dressing gown on and tied the belt in the middle. The doorbell rang as I hurried out of the bedroom to pop downstairs and answer the front door. I caught my reflection on the...
Disclaimer: All characters are entirely fictional and all resemblances to anyone in real life is entirely coincidental. If you are under 18 or offended by sexual material, don’t say I didn’t warn you. SLUT 4 U by Sinistra Part II Isabelle found her way to class, mumbling an excuse after stepping through the door. She checked her phone. 10 minutes late. Her eyes were glued to the floor as she made her way to her seat, trying in vain to ignore any raised eyebrows and smirks. She sat...
Slut - The Exhibitionist Pt. 02Hubby had left for work early that morning. I spent what seemed like an eternity in the bathroom, showering, pampering my skin, doing my hair and sorting my make-up. I was going to Jen's shop to discuss my new Stripper career with her and some strip club owner. Maybe I would have to audition for this guy, so I decided that whatever I wear would need to be extremely sexy and enhance my curvy figure as much as possible. I knew Jen would have plenty of costumes and...
Part 4Hubby had left the studio, to leave me and the guys to catch up on old times. I was kneeling on the small stage with spunk dribbling out of my ass, still dressed in my high heels, black stockings and underbust corset. I looked liked a porno slut and I had certainly behaved like a porno slut.Hubby had watched and willingly took part in my slut revival. It had been well over 10 years since I last posed as a glamour model for the brothers, and bumping in to Neil, one of the brothers in a...
This a rework and update of a previous tale.Slut: The Exhibitionist (Part 1) I’m going to be blunt, in fact I’m going to be very blunt, but I’m going to be truthful. I know I have a good body and I work hard to make sure I do. I’m probably best described as a slut and I wear slut type clothes that shows off and enhances my curves, allowing the guys to see my small waist, large firm breasts and my taut tight buttocks.This escalates somewhat even more so when we’re on holiday and I’m decked out...
Please read "slut wife but don't tell her husband before reading this. Any and all comments are greatly appreciated. I love getting your ideas for further parts of the story too.Sarahs husband was called into his bosses office and asked if Sarah had a job, the answer was no, he earnt enough for her to stay home. Then he was asked if she had ever done any secretarial work, the answer was yes, she used to be a secretary. The boss then asked him If he thought Sarah would like to become 1 of the...
Please read "slut wife but don't tell her husband before reading this. Any and all comments are greatly appreciated. I love getting your ideas for further parts of the story too. Sarahs husband was called into his bosses office and asked if Sarah had a job, the answer was no, he earnt enough for her to stay home. Then he was asked if she had ever done any secretarial work, the answer was yes, she used to be a secretary. The boss then asked him If he thought Sarah would like to become 1 of...
By Totally Depraved When I was in college my dad threw my big sister, Tina, out of the house. She was only 18 and he'd discovered she was doing pole dancing to pay for her university education. My dad forbade us from having any contact with Tina ever again. He didn't explain why to me but my mom knew and he must have told my two elder brothers: Tom and Larry. Tom was a Marine and Larry worked with trucks. Both of them were huge fuckers who took after my dad who was a minister in our...
Slut Born to Tease (Part four). Steve and I climbed out of the car, with our lips still brushing each others. Standing on our drive way, I was wearing only my high heels, PVC Waspie, quarter cup bra and black seamed stockings, which now had a little splash of spunk mid thigh. Steve’s semi erect cock was limply hanging from his flies as we kissed passionately, whilst hubby’s shaking hand tried nervously to open our front door. As the door swung open Hubby switched on the hallway lights which...
Slut Born to Tease (Part four).Steve and I climbed out of the car, with our lips still brushing each others. Standing on our drive way, I was wearing only my high heels, PVC Waspie, quarter cup bra and black seamed stockings, which now had a little splash of spunk mid thigh. Steve’s semi erect cock was limply hanging from his flies as we kissed passionately, whilst hubby’s shaking hand tried nervously to open our front door. As the door swung open Hubby switched on the hallway lights which lit...
The ride back to her car was filled with licking, sucking and deepthroating her bosses cock. As she wrapped her lips around his pole he told her how happy he was with her "work" today and he would garuntee that more like that would happen again. As sarah made him cum she kept sucking and swallowed his load just as they pulled up at her car. Before she was allowed to get out her boss ran his hands over her clothed body making sure to press her clothes close to her to soak in all the cum she was...
Teen-slut RevisitedI recently ran into this guy on line. We were friends in high school, after a while Ron knew about him. There were a few threesomes with him and he was part of my sweet-sixteen gang bang. Like a lot of my friends, I gave him his first blow job and I was his first piece of ass. Fred was a little older because he'd been held back a year. His father was a beer distributor in the small town of Kittanning, Pa., where I went to school. He was a pretty nice guy but we just had a...
Slut with a mission: My Husband has always taken delight in having me show off my very curvaceous figure at every given opportunity. I openly admit that this has delighted me also, often with me actively playing my role, wearing extremely tight clothing in a variety of sexual materials. I am the proud owner of a multitude of skin-tight mini-dresses in an assortment of materials. Black vinyl mini-dresses, Skin-tight Lycra dresses in various colours, Wet look dresses and leggings. These are...