Tmmldr
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She went directly home after taking the twins to the junior high school. The big house held only her, the twins and her college age (son, daughter, etc), since her husband was away so much. She wasn't doing well. She hadn't been doing well for quite a while.
Jasmine almost started crying on the way home. Maybe hubby didn't lover her or find her attractive any more. Maybe. Or maybe he's got a lover. He hasn't had sex with her in a long time, almost a year now. She was very, very frustrated.
As she slows down and parks the car in the driveway, Jasmine started fantasizing. About how a very strong man might act if her were to just taked her for his own pleasure. Thinking about her just giving in to him. She starts to open the car door and thinks, it wouldn't hurt to play a little bit. She feels her breast, and imagines it's this stranger. How would he do it? He'd grope over then under the bra, then roughly push it up, and feel the nipple between two fingers. She does it, and it's like an electric shock. It's just a fun little harmless game. Jasmine closes the car door, and walks to the porch. He'd just put an arm around her and guide her, then he'd open the front door. She opened the front door and stepped inside. He'd hold her, put both of his arms around her, then put his hands on her ass, and pull her in so she could feel his hardening cock. So that she'd know unmistakably, that it was about sex. Then she thought, no, so she'd know...it was about fucking. She dropped her purse and put her hands behind her, on her ass, handling the two globes roughly. Then he'd run those hands up, under her shirt, around to the front to roughly paw both her tits. The bra would ride up, out of the way. She ran her hands up, unclasping the bra, ran them around to the front and pawed her breasts. Her breasts respond, felt the nipples harden. Her eyes closed.
He'd almost tear her blouse off to get at her. No - he would tear it off, the buttons flying. She yanked at it hard, the buttons did fly off. It was old anyway and she'd bought one one sale last week to replace it. She quickly jerked it off and threw it on the floor. Same with the bra. He'd start to push her toward the bedroom, plunging one hand under her skirt to her little trimmed bush. She'd feel a terrible fright, she'd be shaking as his hand moved over her mound and the fingers slid in and up, into her crack. Her left hand moved with her vision, and her fingers went into the wet, hot crack, purposefully missing the little clit rising, the little nub that her body pushed forward, toward those fingers. She was now staggering down the hall, eyes closed, thinking, he'd push the skirt down, not caring about her, just wanting to be sure she was wet enough so he could easily take her. Maybe while his one hand was working her slit from the front, the other would slide under her skirt from the back, and down between her ass crack and around, and plunge into her pussy from behind. The thought of that was too much. Trembling, she whispered "...take me...take my cunt. slide that cock in and fuck me.." Her voice sounded low, harsh, and the sound of it excited her further, and she said, louder..."Fuck me hard, baby." How would he take her? She reached around back and slid her other hand under the skirt, leaving it half on her thighs, and felt her ass jut out as her fingers went down her ass crack, moist from sweat, past her little rosebud of an asshole, on down around to the back of her pussy and in. In from the front and back. The skirt half down and with both hands inside her pussy, she humped herself back and forth, more and more frenzied. Weak, from the waves of pleasure, she sagged against the hall wall and frigged herself harder and faster. Thinking of the stranger doing it.
Moaning, her face started to screw up tight and her body humped her hand uncontrollably. Jasmin thought about how the man would throw her on the bed, and then use her. She moved in toward the bed and feeling the edge of it against her leg, fell toward it. Her eyes still closed, her hips bucked now against the hand in the front, then against the hand in the back. Would he use her mouth? She took the hand from the back of her cunt, and stuffed it in her mouth, trying to ram it down her throat. It was the stranger's cock, using her mouth.
But she was not alone.
Jasmine almost started crying on the way home. Maybe hubby didn't lover her or find her attractive any more. Maybe. Or maybe he's got a lover. He hasn't had sex with her in a long time, almost a year now. She was very, very frustrated.
As she slows down and parks the car in the driveway, Jasmine started fantasizing. About how a very strong man might act if her were to just taked her for his own pleasure. Thinking about her just giving in to him. She starts to open the car door and thinks, it wouldn't hurt to play a little bit. She feels her breast, and imagines it's this stranger. How would he do it? He'd grope over then under the bra, then roughly push it up, and feel the nipple between two fingers. She does it, and it's like an electric shock. It's just a fun little harmless game. Jasmine closes the car door, and walks to the porch. He'd just put an arm around her and guide her, then he'd open the front door. She opened the front door and stepped inside. He'd hold her, put both of his arms around her, then put his hands on her ass, and pull her in so she could feel his hardening cock. So that she'd know unmistakably, that it was about sex. Then she thought, no, so she'd know...it was about fucking. She dropped her purse and put her hands behind her, on her ass, handling the two globes roughly. Then he'd run those hands up, under her shirt, around to the front to roughly paw both her tits. The bra would ride up, out of the way. She ran her hands up, unclasping the bra, ran them around to the front and pawed her breasts. Her breasts respond, felt the nipples harden. Her eyes closed.
He'd almost tear her blouse off to get at her. No - he would tear it off, the buttons flying. She yanked at it hard, the buttons did fly off. It was old anyway and she'd bought one one sale last week to replace it. She quickly jerked it off and threw it on the floor. Same with the bra. He'd start to push her toward the bedroom, plunging one hand under her skirt to her little trimmed bush. She'd feel a terrible fright, she'd be shaking as his hand moved over her mound and the fingers slid in and up, into her crack. Her left hand moved with her vision, and her fingers went into the wet, hot crack, purposefully missing the little clit rising, the little nub that her body pushed forward, toward those fingers. She was now staggering down the hall, eyes closed, thinking, he'd push the skirt down, not caring about her, just wanting to be sure she was wet enough so he could easily take her. Maybe while his one hand was working her slit from the front, the other would slide under her skirt from the back, and down between her ass crack and around, and plunge into her pussy from behind. The thought of that was too much. Trembling, she whispered "...take me...take my cunt. slide that cock in and fuck me.." Her voice sounded low, harsh, and the sound of it excited her further, and she said, louder..."Fuck me hard, baby." How would he take her? She reached around back and slid her other hand under the skirt, leaving it half on her thighs, and felt her ass jut out as her fingers went down her ass crack, moist from sweat, past her little rosebud of an asshole, on down around to the back of her pussy and in. In from the front and back. The skirt half down and with both hands inside her pussy, she humped herself back and forth, more and more frenzied. Weak, from the waves of pleasure, she sagged against the hall wall and frigged herself harder and faster. Thinking of the stranger doing it.
Moaning, her face started to screw up tight and her body humped her hand uncontrollably. Jasmin thought about how the man would throw her on the bed, and then use her. She moved in toward the bed and feeling the edge of it against her leg, fell toward it. Her eyes still closed, her hips bucked now against the hand in the front, then against the hand in the back. Would he use her mouth? She took the hand from the back of her cunt, and stuffed it in her mouth, trying to ram it down her throat. It was the stranger's cock, using her mouth.
But she was not alone.
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