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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She was tall and curvaceous. Slightly older than him at 51 but she certainly didn’t look a day over 40. She had long dark tussled hair and an air of natural beauty. This lady had assertiveness and a sense of style that made every other woman around her awe inspired. He was inspired, but she was not his. He knew her through his uncles recruitment business as she was head of talent procurement. He’d always longed for a mature lady like that. Mature women know exactly what they want and know exactly how to give pleasure back too. This woman was his fantasy. He couldn’t stop thinking about spending time in her company and time in her knickers. He was instantly hard every time the image of her popped into his mind. Every opportunity he’s get he’s swing by his uncles premises even throwing the idea that he needed to recruit for himself. Just so as to get a meeting with her to observe the powerful aura that she generated.
On one particularly mundane afternoon in November, he was going about his daily business, in his office firing off quotes etc when his phone beeped. It was a text from his girlfriend.
“I’m horny and I have the afternoon off work. I don’t have much time before I’m off out with the girls tonight but I really want you to sort me out whilst I have the time”.
His eyebrows raised. She’d piqued his interest. He replied,
“So you want me to come round and give you a quickie?”.
“Yes. You could say that. I’m feeling slutty, come and use my pussy. The girls will wonder what has put such a smile on my face”, she told him.
“I’d love to use you. How would my horny slut like to be used today?”, he probed.
“Anyway you like. Be creative but leave me well and truly fucked”, she answered.
“On my way” he text.
Driving down he pondered ‘be creative’?? They both loved a quickie from time to time, busy lives etc and sometimes the mood just takes for one. But this time she’s asked to be used. Is that for her pleasure or his, he wonders? He surmised that if she wants it and he’s happy to give it then it must be mutual in the sense that it would end up hugely satisfying them both. Based on that he was happy to fuck her and leave her straight after if that’s what she wanted. In fact he felt quite aroused by the thought of that himself.
Further upon his journey the insatiable dark haired hot mature lady kept dipping in and out of his mind. Every time he thought of her it made him hard and now he was driving down the M1 with a huge boner. If only he was seeing her this afternoon! He couldn’t shake the image of her from his mind the whole 45 minute journey to his girlfriends house.
He pulled up on the drive of his girlfriends house and walked up to the front door. She opened it and let him in. She was half ready for her evening out with curlers in her hair. Putting her lipstick on she ushered him in but she didn’t speak for trying to get the red lippy perfectly following her lip line. Wearing a skirt and just her bra they walked through to the dining room where she had the rest of her make up splayed out across the table. She caught a glimpse of him in her compact mirror and gave him the look that screamed “well are you going to come and get me or not??”
He reached over and took the mirror from her and spun her round. He half whispered, half growled in her ear “you certainly look half way on your way to being a slut right now, so do you still want to be used like one?”
“Of course, you wouldn’t even be here otherwise”, she retorted.
“Fine” he asserted.
With that he spun her back around and bend her over the dining room table. Hitching her skirt up and sliding her thong to one side he pushed her down. Her make up rolled all around and fell off the table like a kid has just dropped all his pencils. He picked up an eyeliner of hers. He entered her from behind with his huge throbbing cock but he didn’t pound her like she thought he would. He had this overwhelming urge to write the recent object of his desires name across his girlfriends ass.
“BETH” he wrote in huge letters in black liquid eyeliner.
He grabbed his girlfriends hips and started pumping hard and deep into her. Forcing her further and further forward there was barely any table left for her to be sprawled over. She was moaning and asking for it harder and he was sure as hell happy to do that, all the while thinking he was fucking Beth. Every deep push in and pull back felt so divine. Even the sound of his girlfriends moans had turned into the sound of Beth’s voice in his mind. He had entered some kind of zone where time seemed to stand still and the world had become a complete seemingly intangible place. With every kinky thought of Beth a brand new wave of pleasure washed over him. Each wave compounding the one before. The pleasure centre in his brain was being massively activated. As he continued he knew he was going to cum good and hard. He took one final look down to see Beth’s name now utterly smeared across his girlfriends ass and that was the final stimuli requires in order for him to push one more time deep down into her pussy releasing a huge hot pulsating load. Barely able to stand up straight and desperately needing to get his breath back and realign himself with his surroundings he took a minute. After coming around he reached over and took a babywipe from a packet that had miraculously somehow managed to remain on the table, and he erased the name from his girlfriends ass.
His girlfriend looked at him in disbelief and said “fucking hell why have you never fucked me like that before, I think will play the slut a lot more often”
With a wry smile he smirked “Please, please do”
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