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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She was married obviously, short but not too short. Long dark hair with the most amazing soft plum lips you could ever dream of. Her body was petite, with the right amount of curvature, slim waist that gave her booty just enough wobble to tickle your balls.
She always had the most amazing perfume on ,I usually could smell her before I could see her. She always used to fill my lungs with her scent everytime we exchanged pleasantries at work.
Long story short things didn’t go as planned at home, the girlfriend kicked me out and I had to find somewhere to stay temporarily.
Maria stepped in, she told me I could rent her loft space until I could get back on my feet.It was only herself and the husband at home and they both could do with some company in the house. I was so thankful to have a roof over my head I forgot how my cock twinged everytime I saw her at work.
I arrived to Move in with my bin bags around midnight. She told me don’t worry about unpacking all that do it in the morning.
She led me upstairs to show me the bedroom. We made our way upstairs her in front of me.
I could see her shapely body through her dressing gown. Underneath she was naked . As she climbed the stairs she was walking and talking so much her being naked under her dressing gown almost became normal.
We climbed up the stairs and as she went up the stairs she suddenly stopped and my face went straight through her ass!
It happened so fast she let out a little scream even I jumped.
“Oh my god”, I said.
“So sorry, you just stopped and I just kept walking”.
My heart was thumping against my chest so hard
I’d never been so scared. I was waiting to hear her husband’s voice asking if she was alright but nothing happened.
“ Don’t worry “ she burst out laughing .
“ I didn’t realise you were so close behind me”, she said giving me a few taps on the side of my arm and finally on my chest. We both laughed , well she laughed like a school girl and I howled out of relief.
The last tap on my chest felt like a frisk but I couldn’t be sure. It was one of those palm flat slow brushes from the top of my chest all the way down to my waist.
“Don’t fuck this up “ , I told myself in my head.
“ I need a place to stay . This has to work out” this was me again talking to myself .
She opened the door to the room and as she was telling me their little house rules , I suddenly got lost in her thick Italian accent.
I could see the shine in her beautiful cloudy green eyes.
From that day onwards for about six months,my life was never the same.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The first week in that house went by so fast. Every morning Maria had gotten into a habit of making me coffee and leaving it by the door .
It went from that to her always texting me to go downstairs and have breakfast with her.
By now I’d noticed that everytime I saw her she was always in her pink dressing gown. The kitchen was so small that it was hard to move in there without us bumping into each other . And everytime she always made an excuse to touch me when she was talking.
I didn’t know what to make of it.
What about her husband I thought to myself?
Martin her husband was a recluse . He had his little man cave where he spent all day in painting.
At night he’d sit in the lounge with a pint.
It didn’t take me long to realise that the sexy and wonderful Maria was missing that male attention .
We’d been in the kitchen one morning and Maria had laid out a full English breaky for me. I was eating and somehow my attention was drawn to her legs. She had her legs crossed and the dressing gown only covered her thighs.
I could see the v on her blue lacy knickers. All the time she was yapping away in her thick Italian accent my heart was pounding.
The man in me was getting tested bit by bit.
I remember that day very much because suddenly the door burst open and there was her husband!
I dropped my fork and he stood there smiling.
“ so this is where my wife’s been hiding”, he said with a laugh.
“ I barely see her since you moved in”, he said laughing and left.
My chest was cavity of chaos at that moment. I went through the emotions of fear to relief and fear again.
The position that we’d been in was compromising.
To top it off the door had been closed . Why had Maria closed the door?
There was an awkward silence when he left. Leaving the door open behind him. I didn’t move.
It was Naria who asked if I was going to pick up my girl or not.
Somehow she’d covered herself up completely when that door opened .
As I bent over to pick up the fork , she opened her legs wide. She did it so casually it almost looked innocent.
Except for the fact that I could now see her blue lacy knickers with the frills.
Time stood still. I froze , one hand on the fork half bent over staring at what I knew to be her pussy.
“ Seen anything you like?” She asked calmly. I gulped and straightened myself.
It was a Basic instinct moment. Slowly she closed her legs and shifted in her seat ,her eyes and just gazed at me.
I didn’t continue eating . I was confused.
Confused because now it was obvious.
Dangerously obvious that the inevitable would soon happen.
I could hear her husband in the lounge humming away. She raised her finger to her lips, motioning me to keep quiet. She calmly lifted her leg and placed it on my crotch with her bare feet feeling my man bulge. I was embarrassed because my man pouch was a hive of activity.
My drill Sargent was at full attention ! Restricted by my y fronts of cause but full attention!
“ Do you want some breakfast as well darling” she shouted to her husband .
“Not today darling” he shouted back.
“ I’m going on a diet. I need to lose this belly” he said.
All the whole her toes were feeling me up.
“ I better get ready for work “ , she said casually getting up and leaving me there as if nothing happened.
She brushed past me again and left the kitchen |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I ignored her text message invitations for breakfast for the next four or so days. It was becoming increasingly difficult to move in the house.
Everytime my door opened, her bedroom door would open also and we’d meet on the landing.
And every time I saw her she looked more and more enchanting. Soon or later I knew I had to do something.
It felt like she was taunting me.
As much as I wanted to pounce on her , I had to be respectful of her husband . This man had let me in his home in my hour of need so I had to be respectful of his wife. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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Love the feedback. Thank you all for tuning in. I will proceed . However at this point I will take a moment to reflect and say for every man or woman there’s so much respect you can give before you start losing respect.
As a tenant and as a man I wanted to respect my landlady by not helping myself to her but for her in hindsight I think I was being disrespectful .
She was clearly showing me that there was interest on her part .
On the other side we had the husband, good chap, welcoming and trusting . I didn’t want to be the snake in the hen’s coop. So I reached a crossroads where something had to happen.
And oh boy ! Did it happen.
For the benefit of the story continuance and to avoid getting into detail I missed out little things like she started getting into my room and doing my laundry.
I used to find little notes under my pillow with lipstick kiss imprints on them and a dash of her perfume. Her dressing increasingly became risqué ! Don’t get me wrong she was a very classy woman.
I will skip and go to the juicy parts |
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So by now she was getting used to me ignoring her little text invites. I’d get a text saying just in the lounge relaxing watching a movie with a glass of red( insert selfie- legs crossed cleavage showing , pout, sad emoji)
Just in the garden sunbathing (insert selfie- bikini backshot showing a nicely tanned bottom)
Does my bum look big in this( insert selfie- red chemise and g string set selfie through the bedroom mirror bent over)
We kept pleasantries in front of her husband but even he felt the tension. I remember him actually saying to me one morning “trouble in paradise is it for the two bussom buddies” and he cackled at me.
Motherfucker! I thought to myself. I kept it civil and just laughed along . Obviously he didn’t know the half of it. |
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She always used to go out every Friday and Saturday. So one fine Saturday evening/ night I was tucked in bed had some tacky telly programme on . I wasn’t even watching it. I’d just been on the phone with ex. That conversation was heated.She was doing the whole classic we’re not together anymore so I’m going to make you suffer when it comes to seeing your kid.
Maria was the last thing on my mind. But admittedly she was on my mind . I’d catch myself looking at all her selfies from all angles throughout the day.
Magnifying certain bits and imagining the unimaginable.
She was a smoking hot sorceress! I kid you not. My description of her is insulting to what she actually was.
So there I was in bed minding my own business.
Hubby was in the lounge watching tv. She was in the bedroom on the first floor and I was in the loft bedroom second floor.
All of a sudden the door burst open. When I say burst I mean the door just flung open, bang!
And there she was. She stood there momentarily.
She had on a satin black button blouse, high waisted tapered wool pleated trousers that cane to her ankles.
Some very high black glossy heels with red bottoms and her customery red lipstick. Her scent wafted and filled every cavity of my body. I could feel my toes curling. My man bits did not need me to tell them to stand at attention! The was no need for me to beg the man tool to get hard!( insert that’s another story for another day- the air hostess.She was a soul snatcher!)
She had one arm on her waist. She paused momentarily then she glided in. It was like a dream and a nightmare in one. |
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So she glides in closed the door and stood in between me in the bed and the telly!
Oh my god what a view. She started talking. That thick Italian accent was music to my ears. Her passion and intent very much freightening.
“Ive gone out of my way to show you! Ive hinted I’ve given signals I’ve even sent you pictures ! What more do you want!?”
I could see her eyes. They were ablaze with passion and frustration. She’d risqued everything teased, taunted, laid it out and I had not bitten.
I had grabbed the duvet and covered myself up to my eyes.
As a man blessed with a massive weapon of disaster I always sleep naked. I find it easy to toss and turn with my man sausage free. That way I don’t sweat a lot.
So I was conscious of my nudity. Conscious of her hornified scorned presence in my bedroom and her innocent husband on the ground floor watching X factor or something. Pause |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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“What more do you want from me?”
She spoke the words slowly with more passion the second time.
More as a plea.
Pause.
I looked at her and she looked at me.
I was still hiding under the duvet like the spineless long dick swinging scoundrel that I am.
Pause. She was obviously waiting for an answer.
“What are you doing?” I whispered to her.
She looked at me with confusion. Obviously she did not understand.
“What’s all this ?” I whispered again.
“Martin’s downstairs!” Again I whispered.
“Let’s talk another day, please”
“No!” She raised her voice.
“ Tell me now! Do you or do you not want me?!”
By this time I had straightened up and sat up in bed.
I could see her eyes greedily darting all over me.
Her eyes moved quickly from my naked chest to my shoulders and to my face.
When she looked at me directly I could tell she had her eyes on my abs. In those days I used to jog every morning and play basketball twice a week.
My body was chiselled raw. Not beefy, but muscly.
“ You need to go before Martin comes up” I whispered pleadingly .
“ Do you or do you not! Answer me!”
Pause
“Now!” She said.
Pause.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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In one swift movement I darted from the sitting position I was in bed, to standing next to her stark bollock naked!
To this day I don’t know whether I flew or jumped.
She didn’t even have time to see me all gloriously naked.( on that day )
I pounced on her like a hungry wolf!
One arm picked her up from the floor, another cupped her soft sexy derrière .
Our mouths clashed. She’d opened her mouth to say something and in that split second I had her raised up and my mouth in hers.
Our lips collided. There was ravenous chewing.
Soul snatching lip kissing!
I was salivating, literally! I could taste her inside me with every kiss.
Every kiss was like a gulp. It felt like I was taking a part of her into me every time. I wanted more.
I wanted her!
I wanted to devour her!
She wrapped her legs around me and locked them .
She dug her heels and I thrusted forward!
Her soft hands ran all over me! Caressing, grabbing , petting!
There was so much going on.
My loins burst into flames!
I could feel the blood rushing inside my cock. The headrush was insurmountable. I did not know what to feel.
The palms of her hands felt like burning hot coals on my naked body. I loved it!
I had longed for her. I had ached for her.
I’d wanted her so much and I tried not to but I couldn’t!
But now I had her!
Or rather , she had me.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I swung round and pinned her to the wall next to the door. She had her hands running all over my body.
I had my lips running all over hers.
Kissing her lips, tasting her neck and inhaling her scent as much as I could.
Meanwhile my hardened, veins popping out cock was blindly clashing with the wall.
She dropped one arm and grabbed it by the neck!
The moment she touched it, I knew she’d touched it
She sharply opened her mouth and gasped a hollow sound. Her mouth was right next to my ear as I was now kissing her neck.
Her hand wrapped around the middle of my cock felt like I’d dripped some sort of lava on it.
She kept making those sharp gasps as she ran her hand all over it.
Peeling back the foreskin over and over.
By now I’d stopped kissing her.
It felt like she’d found the wolf’s weak spot!
She’d found a way to tame the beast and save herself from being devoured!
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Her sharp hollow breathing continued.
At first it was music to my ears, but then she started juddering.
My excitement soon melted and turned into concern.
She felt it before I gently put her down because my manhood in her hand soon softened into a droopy spineless thing.
She stopped juddering and her blissful look turned into a confused scowl.
“Why are you stopping?” She asked looking confused.
Now I was confused . I’d stopped because I was concerned about her juddering.
“Are you alright I whispered cupping her face with my hands?”
“ Yes, yes, don’t stop do it again” she replied grabbing my hand and putting it on her ass.
“No, no let’s stop” I whispered .
“Martin’s downstairs”.
“I don’t care about fucking Martin! He’s d*unk and passed out downstairs. I made sure of it!”
What she’d done to Martin to this day I do not know. The poor man was d*unk and passed out downstairs whilst his beautiful suburban wife was about to get speared by a long dicked callous black man!
“ No , no please let’s stop “ I said .
“Let’s do it another day”
By this time I was making the walk of shame back to the bed.
My dangling slimey manhood flopping here and there dripping of some manhood happy juices.
I slid under the duvet.
She stood there in disbelief. She looked dishevelled.
Lipstick everywhere , blouse untucked, a couple of buttons had ripped .
She looked ravishing.
“Another day” I whispered waving her goodbye smugly.
What I did not know was by jumping onto her naked like that I had fed the beast.
All this time I thought I was the hunter but in fact I was the hunted. I thought I was in control but the reality was she was always in control.
She gave me the illusion of power. And like all men I fell for it.
And boy did I fall!
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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So yes I was sat in that bed feeling smug.
“Please go” I said.
She did not move . For a moment I could see the cogs turning in her head.
Her look of confusion, disappointment and anger changed rapidly!
I can still see it to this day. There was a rapid flash in her glistening passion heightened eyes.
She placed both arms on her hips and arched backwards. Legs extended akimbo in a defiant twistedly sexy way with her shirt/ blouse tightening , showing the full extent of her plum juicey come fuck me breasts or boobies.
She huffed as she said this me.
“ Tonight!” She said slowly laying in that thick Sicilian accent.
“Tonight , you are going to fuck me!”
The huntress had cornered her prey.
Yes my loins miraculously sprung into action again.
I could feel it poking the duvet.
This was it. Tonight was the night!
This was it.
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Pause.
Point of reflection. You all know I wanted it! This woman was God’s gift to man!
She was a walking sorceress, sex goddess! Powerful i’ll fulfill all your darkest desires type of woman. The type of woman you and I and thousands and thousands of men have looted, plundered, warred and killed for over and over for as far back as Adam and Eve took a chunk of that apple if you’re a biblical person.
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She matrixed her way from where she stood in one move landing astride of me perfectly!
So perfect it was that I almost didn’t feel her landing on me.
She grabbed both my arms by the wrists , looked me straight in the face and whispered “ Tonight, you’re going to fuck me like a black man!” |
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“ You fuck me now or I’ll scream and my husband will come and get you” she said.
Reality kicked in . I was fucked if I did fucked if I didn’t .
I have never found myself in a situation where I didn’t have options.
What happened next was the stuff of legends.
If there’s one thing I’ve learnt when dealing with people’s wives on the low, if you get caught in the act you’ll get it.
Unless of cause if you can stand up for yourself. But the social norm is the male philanderer is the guilty party.
Which doesn’t always turn out to be the case.
I spun her round pinned her against the bed and legged it out of that room Stark bollock naked! I grabbed my jacket which was behind the door and ran!
I ran as fast as my ten toes could carry me, two flights of stairs, front door , car , hopped in and high tailed it out of there .
I did briefly hear her laughing at me as I pegged it.
I don’t know if any of the neighbours saw me. If they did that one was going to be very hard explaining.
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I dodged the house for two nights. I only had tracksuits in my car duffelbag.
At some point I needed to get home to get clothes for work. I didn’t know what happened when I streaked away Saturday night. Did the neighbours see me?
Did Martin find out?
I had no way of finding out so going home was like walking into the unknown.
I pulled a sicky.
That way I wouldn’t see Maria at work .
The front door opened as I made to put my key in.
It was Martin, he was on his way out.
“ You too? He asked and laughed then left the house.
I didn’t know what he meant but I soon found out.
Maria had pulled a sicky as well.
When she heard me talking to Martin she came and stood by the lounge door.
Half in half out. She looked a mess.
That’s the first time I saw her looking like that.
Hair dishevelled, sleepless red eyes but her face still looked quite attractive . She had no shoes on and her thighs peeped out as she stood by the door asking how my weekend went.
She looked resigned in her persuit of me.
Martin’s car reversing in the driveway was all the encouragement I needed.
I held her gaze as I walked towards her.
I could see the tears in her eyes. Without heels I towered over her.
She didn’t know what to expect .
Was I angry because of her d*unken Saturday night antics?
She looked vulnerable.
She backed into the lounge, tightening her dressing gown as she walked backwards.
I held her gaze . This time I was so close I could hear her breathing.
She walked back until she could back up no more .
Back up against the wall, me towering over her.
I could feel her hands defensively gripped on that dressing gown.
I grabbed her by the throat with one hand almost lifting her off the ground.
There was no warning. She let out a little whimper .
My other hand parted her dressing gown slowly.
I reached down at her, put my whole palm into her knickers all the way brushing past her lips and reaching all the way back feeling her ass with my palm.
I reached back and tore her knickers off.
Her face was a mixture of fear and the unknown.
I was there giving her the brute that she’d unexpectedly woken up in me.
I got to my knees, roughly parted her thighs.
I could see her her pink juicy lips staring at me. They were exactly my type. Thick and juicy.
They moved as she strained to breathe.
I still had her by the throat with one hand. She couldn’t be trusted to move.
I dived into her pussy head first. It felt like I had actually literally dived into her pussy with my whole body .
That wonderful blissful feeling your tongue gets when you make contact hit me at the back of my head and gave me chills!
I drank from her , parting her lips with my tongue and dipping it into her.
I let go of her throat and gave her my full attention . I needed both hands.
She was still standing, more like sitting on air with her legs wide open and me stuck in between her legs hungrily devouring her .
I let my teeth graze her majora then rolled my tongue all the way dipping it deep into her on the way back.
She let out some joyous Ohs repeatedly.
She was sinking into the ground.
I grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her right down with no resistance.
She sank to the ground and sat on my face. |
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I reached out with both hands grabbing hair by the hips forcing her downwards onto me.
I wanted to be in that pussy!
My tongue inched into her all the way up as far as it could go.
I could feel her arching forward joyously sticking her ass out and opening that pussy wider.
That gave me room to breathe.
I folded her forwards gripped her thighs and went to work.
My tongue ran rings around her lips . Dipping in and out. I bit her juicy lips and licked them simultaneously.
I could feel her gyrating with each stroke .
I kept parting her soft wet juicy lips with my hands . Everytime I did it she let out a loud Oh! I snuck a tip of my thump in and kept eating her. I had my thump firmly pressed inside her.
This time I was eating more than her pussy. I ate her ass too! |
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Me eating her puss made her crave having something in her mouth.
At first she sucked her thumb whilst I ate her.
Her other hand soon found my raging log which was trapped inside my jogging bottoms.
She freed my manhood and welcomed it to freedom with her mouth.
She wrapped her tongue around my cock like a pro!
It felt like she had two or three tongues!
Maybe she had a split tongue!
Whatever she was doing I wanted more.
I reached out with one hand and forced her downwards.
She took most of me in her mouth.
She wanted all of me so she arched forwads, face down ass up swallowing that cock until she gagged!
As she gagged I could feel her pussy convulse.
Her gagging was simultaneous to her lips opening wider and wider for my mouth. I could see inside her.
That hole brought me so much joy it was more than just a hole! It was a pussy hole! |
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Maria’s house was one of those where if someone stood by the front door with all the doors open, you could see all the way through the house to the conservatory at the back!
In my persuit of her we left all the doors open so you can imagine the shock when I heard the front door go.
I paused, she didn’t hear anything. Her mind was occupied with swallowing cock!
Martin hastily open the door.
That motherfucker must have a camera in here somewhere I thought!
I panicked! He knew!
Did he know?
Did he know that his wife was tangled up naked and loving it with his tenant in his lounge?
The way Maria greedily gobbled that cock up you wouldn’t have thought she was married.
She sucked, spat, gagged and bit that cock as if she wanted it to have a life of its own. |
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“Why did you buy this Maria?” I remember asking her once.
She had this gaudy raised Chinese 4 drawer raised coffee table. I mean the table just looked so out of place.
If Maria has listened to my advice, I guarantee you our Martin would’ve had a heart attack.
I could see Maria’s ripped knickers by my feet. Her and I entertwinned like a six headed snake.
Martin paused by the front door, then ran upstairs .
I listened to his footsteps and could hear that he went into his man cave .
By now Maria had heard him too.
She stopped gulping cock and sat astride me . My hard cock in one hand, naked dripping juicy pussy soaking my chest she looked back at me.
I could tell she was worried but didn’t know what to do.
I heard Martin walking out of his man cave, his pace increased as he came down the stairs.
I grabbed Maria by the back of the head and shoved her head down .
Her forehead caught the corner of one of my balls.
It was a sharp bollock numbing pain but I dared not whelp!
As he came down the stairs he didn’t even skip a beat. He simply grabbed hold of the front door and he was out again.
Fancy that!
I buried my nose in her pussy in relief and closed my teary eyes because of the bollock pain I was suffering from.
She laughed.
I couldn’t tell whether she was laughing at Martin for not looking beyond the coffee table and finding his cheating wife naked on top of his ungrateful cock dangling wife fucking tenant or she was laughing at me and my bollock.
I couldn’t tell.
Either way my cock did not let me down.
Throughout this whole traumatising ordeal it had managed to stay hard, firm and still wanting.
Maybe this was because Maria had that thing firmly in hand.
She grabbed it by the base, that spot between the cock and the balls and she pressed hard.
There was a certain amount of pain felt I will admit, but it was one of those pains.
One of those please don’t stop pains
She turned over and looked down at me with my head in between her legs.
Now she started feeding me her puss.
She’d arch backwards and roll that pussy in my mouth then pause for a moment whilst enjoying me lick it.
She’s take it away. It was like a little teasing session.
She’d give it or she’d pretend she was giving it then hold back and watch me greedily stick my tongue out hoping to dip it into her honey pot!
She was a tease our Maria.
I took that moment to silently thank my ex for kicking me out.
For had she not done that I don’t think I would’ve found myself being straddled by this cock hungry ball draining she devil! |
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You can only tease a beast so much before all he’ll breaks loose.
I grabbed our Maria firmly by the hips and dug into her puss like a vampire!
The sounds of pleasure and joy she made were music to my ears, they spured me on.
She started gyrating vigorously, screaming like a crazy banshee. She looked like one too. Make up dripping hair all disheveled, for a moment she looked like she had horns.
Her rhythmic gyrating turned into short frequent bursts.
I felt her insides grab my tongue as she tried to pull away.
I held her firmly and drove that tongue in there deeper.
She arched her back, opened her lungs and I felt a warm spurt push against my tongue.
She pushed me away sat on my stomach as she sprayed me again with her squirt !
It was like jet wash.
She was screaming and rubbing herself head tilted to the side mouth wide open still with a look of disbelief on her face.
She looked at me coyly as if to say you did this.
I watched as she gently rubbed herself slowlly with some warm juices seeping out of her.
She was a tiny lady but you wouldn’t have believed that judging by the warm puddle we now sat in.
“You made me squirt!”
“ Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I made you wet. That’s never happened to me” she said looking embarrassed .
“I loved it” I said quietly.
She was sat on my cock and balls by now. There was no penetration. We were just catching a breath and talking.
I was bidding my time. By now I was very conscious of the fact that my cock had not penetrated her.
I’d been eating pussy like a starved vampire, she had bitten, swallowed, sucked and gagged on my cock like a crazed she devil.
What a pair we made.
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over a year ago
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Pause.
Point of reflection.
The She devil(Maria) and the long dicked callous rascal(me) sat there and eyed each other.
I could still feel her rocking on my cock with her bum.
By now my butt was numb from being on the floor for so long.
It felt like I also had a dead leg! But these are the things you brave as a man.
You can’t expect to get laid properly without taking a little bit of a risk.
Like me, I was about to diddle my landlady, major risk!
Her husband could walk in at any moment and catch us, fucking risk!
She could turn around and say he forced himself on me! Fucking major risk!
The beauty of this situation was that even though I thought of all those risks my main concern then was just to empty my balls.
Life can be so complicated when all we want is to find a willing eager puss to please and be pleased by. That was all that mattered to me at that particular moment. The risks just added to the drama. I was living in the edge. There’s something about living on the edge.
Pause
Maria was sitting in the edge of my man sword, time was up for her.
She had to feel the full length and girth of my man meat.
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I hoisted Maria and put her over my shoulder. She was laughing, squealing and giggling like a school girl.
“Put me down!” She screached.
“ Its time for you to meet the beast dear” I bellowed laughing.
I ascended the stairs gracefully like a gazelle.
We reached the top of the stairs and she begged me to go into her bedroom.
She wanted me to fuck her like a man in her matrimonial bed! She was a bad girl.
“ That coward! Half man Martin can’t fuck me right” she said.
“ Only you can fuck me” she said. She looked like tht snake in the garden of Eden that convinced the man to eat the apple.
I did not need convincing by the way. I was ready.
Martin must’ve done a number on her I thought.
Remind me not to cross her I noted to myself.
“ This is your puss now” she said looking unsure.
I had laid her in the middle of the bed and I was standing looking at her as she lay there.
“ Do you want it?” She asked.
She got on all fours and started wanking and kissing my cock.
“ Do you want this pussy daddy?” She asked again.
This time it felt more like she was talking to my cock.
She kissed and grabbed it then swallowed it all.
It was a semi hard on.
She started making herself gag on it. She spat at it stroked my balls till I could feel my toes curl.
This was some beautiful stuff. My head was spinning. She was that good.
By now my drill Sargent had gained full form. That fucking cock was rock hard. It had no choice in the matter.
Especially after Maria had gone to town on it. Spitting, ball rubbing, biting and swallowing it!
She grabbed it firmly then twisted it as she rolled on all fours.
I howled like a dog as she had twisted my balls as well in the process.
She looked back at me and bit her lip.
“ Do you like that Daddy?” She asked pouting.
She spat on her palm, grabbed my cock and stuffed it into her pussy!
It had been a long time in coming.
I felt my way into her, filling her up with my presence . She pouted and screamed but still backed into me for more of it.
She wanted all of it inside her.
She needed it.
She needed it like her life depended on it.
I could now feel my cock bouncing off her cervix. Her face grimaced but she wanted more.
She rolled around the bed like a snake, gyrated mechanically in slow motion I felt like her puss had an invisible hand inside it that was touching and doing things to my cock.
It felt so good I wanted to cry.
She was crying.
“Do you want this pussy Daddy?”
“ This is your pussy daddy!”
“Yours”
“Yours” she screamed faster and faster then she let out one final howl and she came like an avalanche!
I felt my balls tighten and out shot a load!
“Give me your spunk Daddy!”
“ Please fill me up” she begged
“Please fuck me!” She screamed
Have you ever ducked a girl so hard thinking you’re doing it big only for her to turn around and ask for more, when you have no more to give?
This was that moment.
My loads came in spasms. I loaded her with my thick juicy cum.
Her floodgates opened and she sprayed me with that back shot.
She detached herself from me and lay there, face down ass up gasping for air, whilst simultaneously rubbing her puss.
She’d come again. She collapsed on the bed in a pile.
I had done my bit. I was proud of myself. More importantly I was proud of her. She’s done things with me I’d only ever dreamt about.
Did this mean she’d have to call me Daddy from now on?
I didn’t know what to think of it. Was she into that whole D/LG thing?
There was more to Maria than I thought.
I was starting to think that I had opened Pandora’s box. Sure I’d been encouraged, more like given little choice really but the dice was cast and there was no turning back.
I collapsed on top of her and looked at the ceiling.
I could feel the ceiling falling down .
I could see the room swirling.
Fucking Maria!
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Maria had been texting me all day at work. Sneaking off to the bathroom (Hey Daddy- Insert selfie, red shiny and low cut bra with the tits spilling out on show)
(Oops forgot to wear knickers- insert selfie, stood in the middle of the work bathroom half naked, pussy hanging out with just her blouse and her heels on)
(Playing with myself-insert selfie, mini skirt hitched under her desk and her middle finger sliding into her puss)
I was never into fucking in public . I always wanted to have a bed so I could spread someone wide open and have fun without being conscious of anyone walking in.
With Maria constantly bombarding me with nudies, I felt my cock constantly stirring.
Everytime I casually glanced over to her desk, she sat there with an illusion of innocence.
How she did it was beyond me.
I mean I’m not complaining or wasn’t complaining.
I wasn’t really texting back to be honest.
I only sent her the occasional “Ooow” and he usual “You naughty girl!”
Which seemed to get her really worked up as I could see her face crimson from across the room.
We found ourselves in the office alone as you do in these situations.
Our three other colleagues mysteriously disappeared. I think they went to some training course.
I could see her being restless from the corner of my eye.
I was trying my hardest not to encourage her because I knew the woman.
“Daddy” she whispered coyly from across the room.
“ Daddy no like my selfie?” She asked.
I let out a little laugh and shook my head. I didn’t acknowledge her by looking at her. She was like a petulant child demanding attention when none could be given to her.
“ Daddy mean! Big meanie!” This time she laughed.
“ You need to do some work” I said sternly. This time looking at her.
She stared at me defiantly holding my gaze.
I could tell she liked it. Her cheeks literally went rosy.
“Make me!” She shouted.
“You want me to work? Come and fucking make me!”
She was off on one. With one swift movement she swiped all the tattle from her desk onto the floor.
“Oops daddy look what you made me do!”
She looked at the mess she’s created with shock.
“Pick that up you silly girl” I said. I don’t know what came over me. She was kind of getting on my nerves to be honest.
She pushed her chair backwards deliberately looking at me as if to say “ and then?”
She waited. Then she slowly got on her knees, on all fours,hitched her skirt right up and started picking stuff off the floor slamming it onto her desk.
Every time she slammed stuff on the desk she huffed. I could see her puss from the back through her thigh gap. This was way too much for me. I left the room to go and make myself a cuppa and calm the nerves. The bulge in my trousers made it impossible to walk without showing.
I was in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil when she walked in. I turned around and she’d gone down on her knees and was undoing my zip.
“ I’m sorry” she said
“ I thought we could play the office game Daddy” she didn’t wait for me to answer . With one scoop she snatched my manhood into her mouth.
“Please don’t be mad at me “ she said slurping her tongue across my cock.
“Don’t be mad daddy”
I was angry but seeing her in that position.
That submissive willing to please position with my cock in her hands. Her eyes seductively dancing at me whilst she rubbed my balls with one hand .
It was something else. Works kitchen would never be the same.
I gripped the kitchen work top surface really hard as she rhythmically worked on me with her mouth.
Her rhythm soon increased, faster and faster. I suppressed the urge to wail as she drew me deeper and deeper into her mouth.
I grabbed her by the back of the head and started fucking her throat. I forced myself deeper and deeper into her. Her guard was down, she allowed me to use her.
She wanted me to use her . She wanted me to own her.
The only sounds you could hear were the kettle boiling and the slurping of my cock and the occasional wretch from her as I deep throated her.
I could feel my balls tighten, I could feel the steam building up in me, I closed my eyes and thrusted harder into her mouth. I could feel her wobbling on her knees. For me the realease was coming!
Fucking Maria had done it again!
“ You fucking bitch” I said thrusting harder.
“Dirty little cumslut” I hissed thrusting further.
“ You fucking whore” I bellowed as I shot my load.
Her eyes sprung into action and her knees suddenly found their strength .
She grabbed my cock by the base, right in between my balls and the neck. She squeezed tight blocking my tubes and stopping my load from shooting out!
My pipes had been open, the deed had been done .
Yet this bitch denied me the full extent of the pleasures she’d forcedly bestowed upon me.
She wrenched my cock sideways twisting it still holding me tight.
I could feel my tube convulse as the load built up pressure and had nowhere to go. I felt my load shoot back! I had convulsions in my cock!
The convulsions gave me so much pleasure I didn’t know what to do.
I stared at her in amazement . She was a fucking genius! How?
How did she even do that?
She didn’t have time to endulge my amazement.
She wanted to get fucked. Her pussy had dripped and burned all day waiting for me to fuck her.
In fact she’d wanted to wait until w got home but she just couldn’t get that cock out of her head.
She reached over my shoulder with one hand and hoisted herself up simultaneously guiding me into her.
She wanted to get filled.
She pinned her legs behind me and dug in.
She mounted me swiftly and bounced on my cock as if she was riding a horse .
Her tiny hands cupped the back of my head had. There was urgency in her thrusting.
By now the kettle had stopped boiling. I swung her round and sat her on the work top and started pumping into her. My thrusts were long, deep and hard..
She was hungry and horny I was sated but still in a mood.
I dug deeper and gave it to her. I could see her mouth open up slowly. Her loins gained momentum and she fucked me faster. I gave it my all and matched her rhythm, filling her up with every stroke.
The walls of her pussy grabbed my cock like a vicegrip and I felt her come in spasms like a choo choo train.
She buried her head onto my chest, sunk her teeth in and bit me like a rabid dog.
The main door of our office opened and I could hear people talking.
I withdrew myself from her and felt a gush of warm juices flow out of her into the kitchen work top. She slid of the counter and casually walked out to the bathroom.
I was left to clean up her juices off the kitchen work top. I waited a few minutes then went back into the office.
I didn’t make that cup of coffee in the end.
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