Horny housewife slut needs bedtime story
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waits2play
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Hey, horny housewife slut
Would you like to start a chain story? On a thread? PM?
Let me know, I'm game.
Would you like to start a chain story? On a thread? PM?
Let me know, I'm game.
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plesmone said:
The host passes by the window and notices thelovely houseguest drawing a warm bath as she removes her skimpy robe, exposing .............
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It was one of those tranquil late September evenings, when the air is still warm enough not be called brisk, but too cool to be called warm. Summer had passed and the fall lay ahead, filled with unanswered expectations.
I was still getting used to the new place. A change in scenery might do me good after the summer's misadventures, and my work had offered me a transfer with a raise at the most opportune moment; I jumped on it. Before moving, I had carefully examined my own stock, as well as my holdings, and decided that I could afford to splurge on a someplace special, although not too expensive. My search had led me out of the city into the neighboring countryside and to an old home set far back from the road. It was absolutely palatial in dimensions, harkening back to some earlier time, although it lacked some of the more modern conveniences. They didn't have cable TV in this neck of the woods, but the bathrooms all had those old ball-and-claw tubs, and what might be called a den in the city was actually a study and a library done in dark, aged woods. It was a trade-off I was happy to make. My dogs were ecstatic about it as well...
Shortly after I arrived, while I was still unpacking, I received a call from an old girlfriend (she's married now), asking if I could do her a favor. We had parted on amicable terms and were still quite friendly, so I took the bait.
"What would you like me to do for you, Ali?" I asked.
"I have a girlfriend who just broke up with her abusive husband and is looking to relocate," she started.
"So?"
"Well, she needs a place to crash for a week or two while she looks for a new job and a new place. She told me that she had decided on moving to your area, and you immediately came to mind. You did say the place had room to spare," Alison reminded me.
"Yes, it does, but I'm not sure if I want to take in a stray cat right now. I'm still unpacking."
"Please?!? Look, she's a real sweetheart -- I think you met her once or twice at one of our parties, and..." Her voice started to sound a bit desperate, which was very unlike the Ali I knew. She continued, "her husband is apt to hurt her if she stays around this city. Hurt her really bad, maybe even kill her. He's wigged out lately, and, well -- you don't need all the details, but you get the idea."
I sighed. Ali knew me for what I was -- an errant knight with a heart of gold, unable to ever turn away a woman in distress. "Alright. Tell her to find a hotel in town for the night whenever she arrives, and then have her call you with the number. You call me and pass it on. That way, even if he gets wind of this, he won't know where to come looking, and he won't find the number by accident."
"Oh, Aurel, you're such a sweetheart! Thank you. Say, if you'd like, Jim and I would be happy to come visit for a weekend, maybe help you unpack?"
"Whenever you two want -- you know my door is always open for Jim and you, Ali."
"Let's say Saturday of next week? That's 8 days from now."
"Great -- I should have found the extra sheets by then," I grimaced inwardly -- I hoped I'd find them by then!
"It's a date. Bye!"
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The next evening, I got another call from Ali.
"Aurel, it's Ali. The package has arrived."
"Package, Alison, what package?" I asked.
"My friend in need. She's at the Holiday Inn in room 217. The number is 555-5217. She's expecting your call."
"That was fast," I said, mildly surprised.
Then I swore under my breath. I hadn't expected her arrival until... well, I guess I really hadn't thought about it, but not this soon, anyway.
"Let me call her, make arrangements, and after she gets settled in, we'll give you a call to let you know everything's good at our end, OK?"
"Thank you, Aurel... I really mean it. Thank you!"
We said our goodbyes, and I called the hotel. I had no clue what to expect.
"Hello?" a voice answered, a bit timidly.
"Hi. This is Aurel. Have you unpacked yet?"
"Hi Aurel -- nope. I just got here." She sounded relieved.
"Don't. I'll be over in about 30 minutes, and you can follow me back here."
"I think he followed me," she said nervously.
"OK. Just wait right there. Close the curtains and don't answer the door. I'll call you from my cell phone when I arrive."
"OK."
I hung up. Damn, this was getting more complicated that Ali had led me to expect. What had she said -- the guy was half-baked and had a screw loose? Oh, yes, that he abused her. No wonder she sounded so shy on the phone. I got in my car and started driving into the city, thinking about it all...
After a few miles, I reached over and called my new secretary at home; she was the only person I knew around here except for some old coworkers that had been back at headquarters with me before the transfer, and I didn't have their numbers yet.
"Listen Liz, I've got a situation. Who do you know on the police force?"
"Whelll, my daddy, my brother, two of my cousins and about a million of their friends. If you're in serious-type trouble, you might wanna hang up and call 911."
"It's not that kind of situation, although it could turn into it. I've got an old friend who is being stalked -- she just came over to visit me and checked into Holiday Inn; she thinks her stalker is there, watching her. I was thinking... "
I explained to her what I wanted and she said she'd get back to me in a few minutes. I kept driving, hoping that it would go off smoothly. My cell phone rang just as got to the city limits.
"Aurel speaking."
"Hey boss-man, I just wanted to let you know that you owe me a dinner for this. Five squad cars will arrive in just a few minutes and block off the entrance and exits for 20 minutes while they 'hunt' for a suspect. When you get to the roadblock, tell 'em Liz sent you and they'll let you in and out."
"Dinner is fine -- on me by all means. You pick the place and the time. But I expect it to be more than just dinner -- say dinner and some dancing?"
"Aurel, you big-city boys just don't line dance. We'll stick with a nice dinner."
I could hear her purr over the phone. I told her I'd see her in the morning at the office and thanked her again.
As I pulled up to the Holiday Inn, the police were already in place. They had blocked off the street for a block each way, as well as the parking lot entrances and exits, and were waiving people off. I pulled up to the officer directing traffic.
"Liz sent me."
"So you're her new boss-man. Come raise time, you just remember what she did for you. Go on thru and have a good evening. If you see the stalker, just point 'em out to us, and we'll take care goood of him. I put my son in the lobby just to make sure it's nice and quiet inside, too."
I nodded and then drove through. As I pulled into the parking lot proper, I was ringing the phone in her room.
"Hello?" That timid voice again.
"Look out your window. I'm going to drive around. When you see a silver Audi driving by, tell me -- so I'll know where to stop."
"I'm scared. I mean, you're nice and all, for taking me in, but I'm scared that he'll get me as soon as I open the door. Oh, I see you car."
"Good. I'm going to stop here. Grab your bags and be ready to leave. I'll be up in just a minute. Don't hang up."
I left the car running in the parking lot and walked inside. I spotted Liz's brother as soon as I got in the building, walked over to him, and extended my hand. "You must be Liz's brother. I'm Aurel. Pleased to meet you."
He just smiled and shook my hand with his big, beefy fist.
"Can you escort me to a room and then back out to the car? I just don't want any trouble my first days in town."
"Ye-ah. Say, you the type who often gets trouble?"
"Not me. I'm just trying to make someone else's go away."
As we walked together towards the room, I watched a rather obnoxious type with three days of beard watching us from the bar. It wasn't the type of look of curious disinterest; it was the type that made my hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I figured it was probably him, but I wasn't going to say anything unless I knew. Into the phone I said "O.K., time to open the door."
The door opened, still secured with the security chain, and then when she saw that I was with a police officer, she opened the door all the way. I smiled, then pursed my lips into a hush motion and grabbed her bags. I tilted my head to indicate that we should go, and she and the officer followed me.
As we got outside, I saw mister obnoxious heading for the exit. Quietly, I said "Um, officer, I think that man there is the stalker I was talking about."
He gave me a curt nod, turned, looked and set off in that direction while talking into his microphone. Mister obnoxious did a quick about-face and headed away. I piled her bags into the back seat and then opened the door for her before getting in myself. As we drove out of the lot, I watched a few additional police cars arriving in a rush. Liz's father waved us out as we left.
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The traffic homeward bound was sparse, and there wasn't anyone behind us for miles. I think everyone was tied up at the police blockade. I pulled into the drive way, slowing down carefully to keep the river rock from chipping my paint, and followed it for the meandering three hundred yards back to the house. My guest was still wide-eyed and trembling slightly, but had calmed down quite a bit. I don't think she saw our 'stalker' at all, or she would probably be crying a fit. As it was, I was quite concerned about her sunken eyes, her bruised face. She wasn't exactly in a good way.
"We're here. Front door's open, so let yourself in, and I'll be along in a minute with your bags."
Almost sleepwalker-like, she got out and went into the house. I walked around, got the bags and then locked the car before following her in. She was standing in the foyer, kind of looking off into the distance. I put the bags down and closed the door behind me, locking it for her sake. I knew the house wasn't a fortress, and if a determined husband found it, he could undoubtedly break in without too much trouble, but the sound of a lock closing was still reassuring.
"Hi. We've never been formally introduced, so let me do the honors. My name is Aurel, and I am the proprietor of this establishment." I was trying to keep it light to bring her out of her reverie.
"She raised her hand to her face in embarrassment as she turned, "I'm so sorry, where are my manners? I'm not normally like this... My name is Jasmine Trendel. Actually, it's still Jasmine Beckerest, but I'm planning on returning to my maiden name and would rather you knew that." She brought her hand down, and I noticed how pretty her eyes were, although she looked on the verge of tears (or, introspect, perhaps collapse).
"Well, what do you say I guide you upstairs and get you soaking in a hot tub of water while make us some dinner?"
She looked at me kind of blankly.
"Come on," I said, taking her hand. I led her upstairs to the bedroom she'd be using.
"This will be your room for however long you care to stay. Over here is the bathroom," I said, leading her across the hall and into the marble-tiled bath. I turned on the hot water tap and plugged the tub, then took out a towel (thank god I found the towels last night!) from the small bathroom closet. Returning to her, I took her hand and pressed the towel into it, then look her straight in the eyes. "You'll be safe here."
And with that, I turned and went back downstairs to rustle up some dinner and to feed my dogs...
I was still getting used to the new place. A change in scenery might do me good after the summer's misadventures, and my work had offered me a transfer with a raise at the most opportune moment; I jumped on it. Before moving, I had carefully examined my own stock, as well as my holdings, and decided that I could afford to splurge on a someplace special, although not too expensive. My search had led me out of the city into the neighboring countryside and to an old home set far back from the road. It was absolutely palatial in dimensions, harkening back to some earlier time, although it lacked some of the more modern conveniences. They didn't have cable TV in this neck of the woods, but the bathrooms all had those old ball-and-claw tubs, and what might be called a den in the city was actually a study and a library done in dark, aged woods. It was a trade-off I was happy to make. My dogs were ecstatic about it as well...
Shortly after I arrived, while I was still unpacking, I received a call from an old girlfriend (she's married now), asking if I could do her a favor. We had parted on amicable terms and were still quite friendly, so I took the bait.
"What would you like me to do for you, Ali?" I asked.
"I have a girlfriend who just broke up with her abusive husband and is looking to relocate," she started.
"So?"
"Well, she needs a place to crash for a week or two while she looks for a new job and a new place. She told me that she had decided on moving to your area, and you immediately came to mind. You did say the place had room to spare," Alison reminded me.
"Yes, it does, but I'm not sure if I want to take in a stray cat right now. I'm still unpacking."
"Please?!? Look, she's a real sweetheart -- I think you met her once or twice at one of our parties, and..." Her voice started to sound a bit desperate, which was very unlike the Ali I knew. She continued, "her husband is apt to hurt her if she stays around this city. Hurt her really bad, maybe even kill her. He's wigged out lately, and, well -- you don't need all the details, but you get the idea."
I sighed. Ali knew me for what I was -- an errant knight with a heart of gold, unable to ever turn away a woman in distress. "Alright. Tell her to find a hotel in town for the night whenever she arrives, and then have her call you with the number. You call me and pass it on. That way, even if he gets wind of this, he won't know where to come looking, and he won't find the number by accident."
"Oh, Aurel, you're such a sweetheart! Thank you. Say, if you'd like, Jim and I would be happy to come visit for a weekend, maybe help you unpack?"
"Whenever you two want -- you know my door is always open for Jim and you, Ali."
"Let's say Saturday of next week? That's 8 days from now."
"Great -- I should have found the extra sheets by then," I grimaced inwardly -- I hoped I'd find them by then!
"It's a date. Bye!"
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The next evening, I got another call from Ali.
"Aurel, it's Ali. The package has arrived."
"Package, Alison, what package?" I asked.
"My friend in need. She's at the Holiday Inn in room 217. The number is 555-5217. She's expecting your call."
"That was fast," I said, mildly surprised.
Then I swore under my breath. I hadn't expected her arrival until... well, I guess I really hadn't thought about it, but not this soon, anyway.
"Let me call her, make arrangements, and after she gets settled in, we'll give you a call to let you know everything's good at our end, OK?"
"Thank you, Aurel... I really mean it. Thank you!"
We said our goodbyes, and I called the hotel. I had no clue what to expect.
"Hello?" a voice answered, a bit timidly.
"Hi. This is Aurel. Have you unpacked yet?"
"Hi Aurel -- nope. I just got here." She sounded relieved.
"Don't. I'll be over in about 30 minutes, and you can follow me back here."
"I think he followed me," she said nervously.
"OK. Just wait right there. Close the curtains and don't answer the door. I'll call you from my cell phone when I arrive."
"OK."
I hung up. Damn, this was getting more complicated that Ali had led me to expect. What had she said -- the guy was half-baked and had a screw loose? Oh, yes, that he abused her. No wonder she sounded so shy on the phone. I got in my car and started driving into the city, thinking about it all...
After a few miles, I reached over and called my new secretary at home; she was the only person I knew around here except for some old coworkers that had been back at headquarters with me before the transfer, and I didn't have their numbers yet.
"Listen Liz, I've got a situation. Who do you know on the police force?"
"Whelll, my daddy, my brother, two of my cousins and about a million of their friends. If you're in serious-type trouble, you might wanna hang up and call 911."
"It's not that kind of situation, although it could turn into it. I've got an old friend who is being stalked -- she just came over to visit me and checked into Holiday Inn; she thinks her stalker is there, watching her. I was thinking... "
I explained to her what I wanted and she said she'd get back to me in a few minutes. I kept driving, hoping that it would go off smoothly. My cell phone rang just as got to the city limits.
"Aurel speaking."
"Hey boss-man, I just wanted to let you know that you owe me a dinner for this. Five squad cars will arrive in just a few minutes and block off the entrance and exits for 20 minutes while they 'hunt' for a suspect. When you get to the roadblock, tell 'em Liz sent you and they'll let you in and out."
"Dinner is fine -- on me by all means. You pick the place and the time. But I expect it to be more than just dinner -- say dinner and some dancing?"
"Aurel, you big-city boys just don't line dance. We'll stick with a nice dinner."
I could hear her purr over the phone. I told her I'd see her in the morning at the office and thanked her again.
As I pulled up to the Holiday Inn, the police were already in place. They had blocked off the street for a block each way, as well as the parking lot entrances and exits, and were waiving people off. I pulled up to the officer directing traffic.
"Liz sent me."
"So you're her new boss-man. Come raise time, you just remember what she did for you. Go on thru and have a good evening. If you see the stalker, just point 'em out to us, and we'll take care goood of him. I put my son in the lobby just to make sure it's nice and quiet inside, too."
I nodded and then drove through. As I pulled into the parking lot proper, I was ringing the phone in her room.
"Hello?" That timid voice again.
"Look out your window. I'm going to drive around. When you see a silver Audi driving by, tell me -- so I'll know where to stop."
"I'm scared. I mean, you're nice and all, for taking me in, but I'm scared that he'll get me as soon as I open the door. Oh, I see you car."
"Good. I'm going to stop here. Grab your bags and be ready to leave. I'll be up in just a minute. Don't hang up."
I left the car running in the parking lot and walked inside. I spotted Liz's brother as soon as I got in the building, walked over to him, and extended my hand. "You must be Liz's brother. I'm Aurel. Pleased to meet you."
He just smiled and shook my hand with his big, beefy fist.
"Can you escort me to a room and then back out to the car? I just don't want any trouble my first days in town."
"Ye-ah. Say, you the type who often gets trouble?"
"Not me. I'm just trying to make someone else's go away."
As we walked together towards the room, I watched a rather obnoxious type with three days of beard watching us from the bar. It wasn't the type of look of curious disinterest; it was the type that made my hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I figured it was probably him, but I wasn't going to say anything unless I knew. Into the phone I said "O.K., time to open the door."
The door opened, still secured with the security chain, and then when she saw that I was with a police officer, she opened the door all the way. I smiled, then pursed my lips into a hush motion and grabbed her bags. I tilted my head to indicate that we should go, and she and the officer followed me.
As we got outside, I saw mister obnoxious heading for the exit. Quietly, I said "Um, officer, I think that man there is the stalker I was talking about."
He gave me a curt nod, turned, looked and set off in that direction while talking into his microphone. Mister obnoxious did a quick about-face and headed away. I piled her bags into the back seat and then opened the door for her before getting in myself. As we drove out of the lot, I watched a few additional police cars arriving in a rush. Liz's father waved us out as we left.
----
The traffic homeward bound was sparse, and there wasn't anyone behind us for miles. I think everyone was tied up at the police blockade. I pulled into the drive way, slowing down carefully to keep the river rock from chipping my paint, and followed it for the meandering three hundred yards back to the house. My guest was still wide-eyed and trembling slightly, but had calmed down quite a bit. I don't think she saw our 'stalker' at all, or she would probably be crying a fit. As it was, I was quite concerned about her sunken eyes, her bruised face. She wasn't exactly in a good way.
"We're here. Front door's open, so let yourself in, and I'll be along in a minute with your bags."
Almost sleepwalker-like, she got out and went into the house. I walked around, got the bags and then locked the car before following her in. She was standing in the foyer, kind of looking off into the distance. I put the bags down and closed the door behind me, locking it for her sake. I knew the house wasn't a fortress, and if a determined husband found it, he could undoubtedly break in without too much trouble, but the sound of a lock closing was still reassuring.
"Hi. We've never been formally introduced, so let me do the honors. My name is Aurel, and I am the proprietor of this establishment." I was trying to keep it light to bring her out of her reverie.
"She raised her hand to her face in embarrassment as she turned, "I'm so sorry, where are my manners? I'm not normally like this... My name is Jasmine Trendel. Actually, it's still Jasmine Beckerest, but I'm planning on returning to my maiden name and would rather you knew that." She brought her hand down, and I noticed how pretty her eyes were, although she looked on the verge of tears (or, introspect, perhaps collapse).
"Well, what do you say I guide you upstairs and get you soaking in a hot tub of water while make us some dinner?"
She looked at me kind of blankly.
"Come on," I said, taking her hand. I led her upstairs to the bedroom she'd be using.
"This will be your room for however long you care to stay. Over here is the bathroom," I said, leading her across the hall and into the marble-tiled bath. I turned on the hot water tap and plugged the tub, then took out a towel (thank god I found the towels last night!) from the small bathroom closet. Returning to her, I took her hand and pressed the towel into it, then look her straight in the eyes. "You'll be safe here."
And with that, I turned and went back downstairs to rustle up some dinner and to feed my dogs...
mikeyg
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My story for Breanna
For Breanna,
Hope you're still around to read this.
We meet in the club of a nice hotel to share a few drinks and get to know each other. You were told to ask the bartender for Mike and the bartender would raise his hand. I raise my hand to show you our location. Three men sit at the table, one larger man named Mark, myself a little thinner and a shorter man named Don. You spend a second deciding if you’re willing to go through with this. Upon looking at us you decide you would, we’re clean and attractive and look honest enough. You walk over as we stand to greet you, each lightly shaking your hand except for Don you kisses you hand. We engage in small talk as we get to know each other. After a few drinks we’re ready to move upstairs to the hotel room. Once inside we take turns freshening up and pour a few drinks. You sit on the edge of the bed between Mark and myself. Don makes the first move by removing your shoes and starts to caress your shapely legs. I lift your chin and give you a light kiss. Mark’s hands begin roaming your body as Don holds your leg kissing inside your calve. Mark removes his shirt, proud of his hairy chest. You move to remove your blouse as I assist you. Your hands move to feel Mark’s chest, my hands move to feel your lovely breasts. Your hands work down to remove Mark’s slacks and Mark is quick to assist you. He removes his shoes and slacks, his already hard cock expanding his shorts. You move to take a look at his large cock and slowly remove it. His thick large cock falls in front your face. Don’s hands now are between your thighs tugging on your skirt. You lift your hips off the bed and allow him to remove it. His hands caress your legs as his tongue gently glides inside your thighs. My hands now move to remove your bra and caress your beautiful skin. You take Mark’s cock with one hand and start to lick his cock, your tongue slowly working up his shaft. My tongue circles your nipple and gently biting your hard nipple. My hands caress the underside of your breast as Mark’s hand caresses your other breast. Don pulls on your panties, in your hot passion you don’t feel him pulling and Don rips them off. His hands slide under your ass and pull you closer to the edge of the bed. He spreads your legs and buries his face in your wet pussy. He tells us how wet and sweet you are. I take the opportunity to remove my clothes. Mark starts talking dirty to you asking you if you’re enjoying the attention, he asks if you enjoy being a slut, you shake your head in agreement with his cock halfway down your throat. You look to see my long cock now offered to you. You look up at me as you take my cock in your other hand and kiss it. You pull us closer to switch between sucking our cocks. Don’s tongue finds your clit and works you into a frenzy. It doesn’t take long before you’re having your first climax, you squirm all over the bed as a wave of an orgasm hits you. After you calm down Don pulls your legs high in the air as he moves to enter your sopping wet pussy. As he enters you let out a sigh of relief, laying on your back with two cocks in your face and another pounding away at your pussy you feel almost satisfied. Three sets of hands caress your entire body, you don’t want this to ever end. Mark picks you up and places you on your hands and knees as I slide under you. Don returns to fucking you from behind as you settle in sucking my cock. Mark’s hands feel you all over and he eventually begins feeling your asshole. Don hard pounding pushes my cock deeper down your throat, but you moan with each thrust. Mark’s fingers begin probing your tight ass and he slips a finger inside as he asks you if you’re going to let us fuck your ass. You don’t answer as you ponder the question, how far are you willing to go? Don can’t hold out any longer and is the first to unload in your pussy. Mark replaces him almost instantly as he slowly eases into your sopping pussy. Don pushes his wet cock front of you and you eagerly clean it off. We continue taking turns fucking you and feeding you our cocks. Each of us unloading inside your sopping wet pussy and in your mouth. You’ve never felt so sexually satisfied and still so aroused. We never did penetrate your ass, maybe that will be next time.
Mikey
For Breanna,
Hope you're still around to read this.
We meet in the club of a nice hotel to share a few drinks and get to know each other. You were told to ask the bartender for Mike and the bartender would raise his hand. I raise my hand to show you our location. Three men sit at the table, one larger man named Mark, myself a little thinner and a shorter man named Don. You spend a second deciding if you’re willing to go through with this. Upon looking at us you decide you would, we’re clean and attractive and look honest enough. You walk over as we stand to greet you, each lightly shaking your hand except for Don you kisses you hand. We engage in small talk as we get to know each other. After a few drinks we’re ready to move upstairs to the hotel room. Once inside we take turns freshening up and pour a few drinks. You sit on the edge of the bed between Mark and myself. Don makes the first move by removing your shoes and starts to caress your shapely legs. I lift your chin and give you a light kiss. Mark’s hands begin roaming your body as Don holds your leg kissing inside your calve. Mark removes his shirt, proud of his hairy chest. You move to remove your blouse as I assist you. Your hands move to feel Mark’s chest, my hands move to feel your lovely breasts. Your hands work down to remove Mark’s slacks and Mark is quick to assist you. He removes his shoes and slacks, his already hard cock expanding his shorts. You move to take a look at his large cock and slowly remove it. His thick large cock falls in front your face. Don’s hands now are between your thighs tugging on your skirt. You lift your hips off the bed and allow him to remove it. His hands caress your legs as his tongue gently glides inside your thighs. My hands now move to remove your bra and caress your beautiful skin. You take Mark’s cock with one hand and start to lick his cock, your tongue slowly working up his shaft. My tongue circles your nipple and gently biting your hard nipple. My hands caress the underside of your breast as Mark’s hand caresses your other breast. Don pulls on your panties, in your hot passion you don’t feel him pulling and Don rips them off. His hands slide under your ass and pull you closer to the edge of the bed. He spreads your legs and buries his face in your wet pussy. He tells us how wet and sweet you are. I take the opportunity to remove my clothes. Mark starts talking dirty to you asking you if you’re enjoying the attention, he asks if you enjoy being a slut, you shake your head in agreement with his cock halfway down your throat. You look to see my long cock now offered to you. You look up at me as you take my cock in your other hand and kiss it. You pull us closer to switch between sucking our cocks. Don’s tongue finds your clit and works you into a frenzy. It doesn’t take long before you’re having your first climax, you squirm all over the bed as a wave of an orgasm hits you. After you calm down Don pulls your legs high in the air as he moves to enter your sopping wet pussy. As he enters you let out a sigh of relief, laying on your back with two cocks in your face and another pounding away at your pussy you feel almost satisfied. Three sets of hands caress your entire body, you don’t want this to ever end. Mark picks you up and places you on your hands and knees as I slide under you. Don returns to fucking you from behind as you settle in sucking my cock. Mark’s hands feel you all over and he eventually begins feeling your asshole. Don hard pounding pushes my cock deeper down your throat, but you moan with each thrust. Mark’s fingers begin probing your tight ass and he slips a finger inside as he asks you if you’re going to let us fuck your ass. You don’t answer as you ponder the question, how far are you willing to go? Don can’t hold out any longer and is the first to unload in your pussy. Mark replaces him almost instantly as he slowly eases into your sopping pussy. Don pushes his wet cock front of you and you eagerly clean it off. We continue taking turns fucking you and feeding you our cocks. Each of us unloading inside your sopping wet pussy and in your mouth. You’ve never felt so sexually satisfied and still so aroused. We never did penetrate your ass, maybe that will be next time.
Mikey
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I want you...
breanna,
I want to lick your pussy until you barely have the energy to breathe. Then I'm going to stick every inch of my 19 year old cock into your sexy cunt and screw you like the naughty housewife you are....email me if you're interested...
breanna,
I want to lick your pussy until you barely have the energy to breathe. Then I'm going to stick every inch of my 19 year old cock into your sexy cunt and screw you like the naughty housewife you are....email me if you're interested...
