From Lonely Unfilled Housewife To Perverted Slut Chapter 4 Re-posted free porn video
Introduction: Coninuing adventures of Joan From Lonely Unfilled Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 4 re-posted Edited by a friend.
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Originally Posted Thu 9th of February 2012
No persons involved in sexual acts or even witnessing the same are included in this series under the age of consent. A person under the age of consent may be mentioned in passing but he or she as the case may be is only casually attached or included in this series as a casual informal non-participant in any fornication of any nature. This version was modified by Geo.Venereal as editor working with joan
Introduction:
Sorry I am not getting everything in there was a lot of action.
From Lonely Unfilled Housewife to Perverted Slut Part 4.
When I woke up the next morning Paul was already gone. I figured he had gotten up on his own to let me sleep. I didnt hear him so figured he must have already left for the day. Just then the phone rang and I picked up the receiver and without thinking I said. Hello.
Hello Mrs. Johnson.
Vincent? I asked. Is that you?
Yes its me. Is hubby around. Hopefully beside you in bed. Vincent said in a loud voice.
No, thank goodness. Especially after last night. That can never happen again. I dont know what got into me. I said thinking back to the previous night at my daughters one year anniversary with Vincent. Vincent had fucked me in my own washroom just upstairs from where my daughter, husband and guests were partying. On top of that not only had Vincent fucked me but he had sent every other boy up to fuck me one at time. One after the other they had come up and fucked me on the bathroom floor.
Never talk back to me slut. Never. I got everything recorded. All your moaning and groaning and begging to get fucked. How do you think your daughter would react to you coming on to her boyfriend and how about your husband. How do you think he will react if he heard the recording. Plus if you remember you called me your Master last night when I was fucking you. Vincent said.
Stop joking Vincent. I said. That can never happen again. I dont know what happened to me. I was out of control.
You belong to me and my boys from now on. You got that. Not a word to your hubby or your daughter Sandra. Not only did we all fuck you but we tapped it. We taped you begging to get fucked so dont think for a moment of reporting rape. Ill expect to see you at the Youth Club gym after school. Vincent said loudly over the phone. By the way no panties or bra. Wear one of your shortest skirts and low cut t-shirts you can find. Got it bitch.
I cant do that. All the neighbors will see me Vincent. I said over the phone.
Not if you get in your car in the garage and drive right over. Ill expect to see you standing outside the Club gym at 3:40 pm on the dot and dressed the way I told you. Ill have some big surprises for you, I that know you wont be able to resist. Vincent said and hung up the phone without saying good bye.
I was left holding the phone in my hand. I kept looking at it as if it was alive and I finally put it down. I looked around Pauls and my bedroom. How could I have been this housewife all these years. I had felt unfulfilled for years but some how had managed to carry on life without complaints. Now after one night of being fulfilled in the washroom down the hall by nine hot boys including my daughters very own boyfriend I felt bored and unfulfilled. I pulled the covers off myself looking at myself dressed in my old nighty that went from my neck to my ankles. I had worn this old thing for years since the night after I got married. Paul had said thats the way he always saw his mother and I should be like his mother and I had been like his mother since the day after we were married. The day after what I considered a failed wedding night.
There had been no explosion of excitement. My body hadnt felt the excitement like in the romance books. My body had gone without being fulfilled that night. The big thing I still watched my weight exercised in our basement gym to look attractive for Paul but why? Well I found out why last night. My body had been on fire. I was lost in thought from the previous night being taken first by my daughter Sandras boyfriend Vincent and then forced to call him Master.
I was surprised when I looked down at myself. I had pulled my long nighty up to my waist and pushed my panties to one side as my fingers were now pushed into my hot pussy. My fingers massaging my clit that was hard and wanting. My other hand had pulled my nighty down and was massaging my hard nipples. I threw my head back and felt my pussy getting wet. I had never masturbated myself before and here I was in the throws of a close orgasm. Oh I need a cock! I need to get fucked! Oh I wish you were here Vincent to fuck me! I heard myself moaning. Im your slut Vincent Master. I really am Master. Oh fuck I need your cock in me so much and your boys. I need you all fucking me.
I stopped feeling my pussy and breasts long enough to pull the long night gown off and push my panties off. Then my hand was all over my breast and nipples as my other hand was at the entrance of my hot pussy. My fingers massaging my clit. I was on fire. Fuck me. Damn Master fuck me hard! I could feel my body racking as I pushed my fingers into my pussy. It was far less pleasing compared to last night but better than what Paul had ever done for me. I could hear myself groaning and moaning. Fuck me, oh I wish you were here Master fucking me. Oh damn I wish you and all your boys were all here fucking my body the same time.
I pushed my hips up so my fingers went deeper into my pussy and made sure my thumb rubbed my hard clit. My other hand massaged first one breast and then the other pinching my nipples over and over again. With one more push into my pussy hard I felt myself spurting. Damn all these years and Paul had never made me spurt and last night I was spurting like crazy being fucked over and over again by first Vincent then eight other boys that had come to the bathroom one after the other. Now I had actually made myself spurt. How could I ever live life with just Paul anymore.
I managed to come down from my sexual explosive high and lay back nude in my and Pauls bed soaking wet with sweat and orgasmic wonderful relief. Finally I forced myself up and went to the washroom and took a soothing long bubble bath. I always felt calmer after a leisure bubble bath but never clean. I emptied the bathtub and turned on the shower and washed once more. I got out of the shower dried myself and dressed and went to the basement to work out before I got started with breakfast and my humdrum housework.
All day I kept looking up at the clock willing the day to go faster. It seemed the day just went on and on. I had a simple lunch of a salad and tea and went back to my housework. It was three when I decided to go upstairs to my closet to see just what I could wear. All my dresses were conservative. I had no short skirts or blouses. I didnt have any money to go out and buy a new outfit either. One thing about Paul he watched every cent. He had our groceries and even cleaning supplies for the house delivered. I had no debit or credit card or even spending money. I had gone all these years like this and never missed not having my own money until now. Paul never liked extravagance. He didnt even take photos of me or our daughter. He said it was being taken into ones self taking photos of ones self. Paul had a computer in the living room but I didnt even know how to type or use it. Well as you can see I do know how to type now but he refuses to get a camera, speakers or microphone for it though and I still can not afford to buy any myself.
I looked through my closet and found my workout outfit I used only in my gym. It had a short skirt with panties sown in. Mm mm. This might work. I said to myself. I got a pair of scissors and cut the panties out. Now all was left was the short skirt and top that went to my neck. I took the scissors and cut down so when I finished the top was much deeper. I put it on and the skirt went about three inches above my knees. That would have to do. The top however showed most of my large breasts. My nipples were hard again and pushed against the fabric. I stood back throwing my head back so my shoulder length dark blond hair fell across my shoulders. Not bad. I thought to myself.
I went down stairs to the kitchen. It was twenty after three. I went out the kitchen door to the garage and opened the garage door. I looked around hoping none of my neighbors would see me. I couldnt see any one. I didnt even know my neighbors. I did know the gorgeous tall black man that lived next door and even in my conservative clothing he smiled at me. He couldnt have been any more than forty at the most and kept his body in great shape. Whenever I saw him he wore tight fitting jeans and t-shirt. I often saw a bunch of boys around his house. Across the road was also a hot looking black man maybe in his thirties with a bunch of teen age black boys around. The boys looked like football players. As the next door neighbors black boys looked more like basketball players.
Paul wasnt a racist but I dont think he liked the men very much. He often told me those men should be dressed in less revealing clothing. I noticed neither men ever ogled me when Paul was around me just when I was alone. As I walked out I looked around I didnt see either of them around. I went back to my car and got in. I started the engine and backed out of the garage. Then once more I looked around before getting out of the car to close the garage door. Then I hurried back to my car and got in. I backed out of the lane way and headed to the school. For some reason both my black neighbors wavered in my mind and I felt my pussy getting wet. I wondered what these two hot looking men would look like nude and what they would want to do to me. I had never thought of these things all the years they had lived around us. What was going on with me.
At least my husband bought me this car but he was the one that maintained it. He got it so I could go shopping and take his precious Sandra to any appoints she might have. The car was more for his precious Sandra than for me. I was just the driver attached to the car for her needs. Dont get me wrong I love Sandra. She is a good daughter but her father spoils her rotten. What he refused to get me he opened his wallet for her. I guess he knew Sandra would be our only child. But as well as spoiling her he also taught her to a proper daughter and not to misbehave around the boys. I dont think she had any problem in that department. She acts just like him in that respect. She never showed a feminine side to herself. I didnt see men chasing after her or her taking any interest in boys. I had been surprised when this stud of a boy almost twenty-one going out with her. It seemed mostly one sided on Vincents side. Which seemed strange to me since he probably could get any girl at school he chose. I had seen him looking me up and down on different occasions but I just shrugged it off to my imagination. After all I was old enough to be his mother at thirty three years of age.
I looked all around after opening my car door. No one had paid attention to me. I gather they all were busy thinking of what they would be doing after school. I made my way over to the back door of the gym looking at my watch. It was exactly three thirty five. I stood by the back door of the gym. The door suddenly opened and there stood Vincent looking as hot as ever. He was wearing gym shorts and thats all. I could see the big lump in the front of his gym shorts and could tell he didnt have anything under the gym shorts. Get in here slut. The guys are waiting for you. He said.
I stepped in the gym and looked around. I almost fainted what I saw. There had to be a good dozen hard bodied nude black men.
End of Chapter 4
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