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I Watched My Wife With An Older Man 2

I posted the start of my story a week ago, and intended that was all I’d say about it. The title of it was I Watched My Wife With An Older Man. Doing that was hard enough because I was extremely frightened of being found out. I still am. That would be the end of my job, and Anna’s and my life here. To be truthful, I didn’t exactly write that part either. I had a friend do it for me, just like she’s doing with this episode. Her name is Cleo. I’ve been friends with Cleo since high school and we have no secrets from each other. She is totally beautiful but except for a few childhood games of Doctor, we’ve never been lovers – just the best of friends. That’s why I told her about my wife being fucked by that older man – and how it’d made me feel. I figured she’d call me a wimp, or worse. Most folks would, but I was surprised when she told me she had written a story like mine for another man and posted it on a website. She said it’d helped the guy deal with his feelings about it, and assured me no one could possibly find out who it was about. I knew she’d written articles for the local paper, but was still reluctant. She finally persuaded me, so I spoke into a recorder and she put it together.
I guess I should first bring everyone up to date. A few months ago I’d brought home a business client who was a friend of my boss, to stay the night. He was a big guy, older man (I found out he was sixty years old) in pretty good shape with a developing pot-belly. I’m thirty-five, Anna’s twenty-nine. That evening I’d watched in a pretended drunken sleep as he’d hit on Anna all night, primarily just to see what she’d do – if she would remain faithful. To cut to the chase, he’d ended up fucking her into a shuddering climax as I’d watched from the bathroom, cumming into a tissue. Just watching them had made me cum so hard I was weak. I’d been totally unprepared for my reaction to seeing some stranger stuff his large cock inside my wife, and I was still having trouble dealing with it. At times I was so jealous I was filled with rage. Sometimes, I jerked off into a sock just reliving it. Pretty sick, huh? Go ahead call me a wimp, a pussy. I’ve called myself worse over all this.
I never mentioned to Anna that I saw them, so she didn’t suspect, although she tried doubly hard to please me after it happened – waiting on me, hot sex sessions, the whole thing. I guess she felt guilty, but what the hell, so did I. Then the bomb shell dropped. My boss came by, congratulated me on a minor accomplishment and asked if I minded if Walt stayed a couple nights with Anna and me again. Said he’d raved about how much he’d enjoyed it. I’ll bet! My mind suddenly cramped-up at the news and all I could do was nod dumbly. That night lying in bed with Anna, I contemplated the corner I was in, and wondered if I should confess that I’d seen them. I just couldn’t do it. I guess I loved her too much and knew the stress it’d cause between us. Still, I knew I had to inform her Walt would be returning, and I didn’t know how she would receive that news.
“You remember that Walt guy who stayed overnight with us a while back? Well, the boss asked me if we could do it again for a couple days.” I felt her grow quiet beside me, couldn’t even hear her breathing.
“You didn’t agree, did you?”
“Well . . . I sort of did. Is that a problem?”
After a long heartbeat, she said, “I guess not. I just don’t like strangers in our home. I like being alone with you.”
“It’ll be all right. You liked Walt Okay, didn’t you?”
“I guess,” she said in a quiet voice.
A moment later she slid over and laid her head on my chest. “Pat, I love you.”
“And I love you, Kitten.”
“I really mean it.”
“Me too.”
The day finally arrived and I picked Walt up at the airport. Anna was fixing BBQ on the back patio. She was dressed in her white shorts and a halter top. She loved beautiful as usual. Walt must of thought so too because as I watched him watch her tight ass all afternoon, I could see a bulge in the area of his fly. I made it my job to run errands into the kitchen for drinks and sauce, hurrying to a spot near the back bedroom where I could watch them. Walt was predictable. No sooner had I departed the area, and he was at it again. He’d grab Anna by the wrist or around her waist, but she’d jerk away and hiss something at him until he backed off. As the evening got late and we consumed more drinks, my “bathroom trips” took longer and I could see Anna was getting tired of having to fight him off. I didn’t know how far I’d let it go yet. I felt like a sick puppy, but was also so excited that I trembled. The conflict was killing me. On one trip I made it to the back window and saw them standing near the pool, Walt’s hand was trapped between Anna’s legs, and I watched as he forced his knee between them too, getting better access. He was now able to cup her entire vagina, working his hand as she attempted to push it away. Suddenly, he lowered his face and swallowed her mouth. She froze. Then I saw something that stabbed me in the heart. She accepted his tongue, suddenly kissing him back, and quit pushing his hand away. Somehow seeing her kiss him like that hurt about as bad as previously seeing his cock inside her. As for my own cock, it could’ve cut glass at the moment. Anna finally broke away, glancing furtively toward the door where I’d return. They were seated when I got there, Anna’s face flushed, Walt grinning.
I stood and stretched. “Well, as I said, I have to be in the office to call the East Coast office as soon as they open in the morning. They’re a couple hours ahead of us so it’ll be an early day for me. I have to turn in, but you guys enjoy the evening and we’ll figure out what we’ll do tomorrow when I return about nine. Good night. I ignored Anna’s expression, something between terror and hunger, and went inside.
I put on my PJ bottoms, remained barefoot, and peeked outside to see if they were still there. They were there conversing in low tones. Anna was shaking her head and sneaking glances at the rear door. I heard Walt laugh softly as Anna dropped her head, staring into her lap. Walt got up and went to sit beside her on the sofa lounge. She didn’t look at him. Walt took her unresisting hand, placing it on his dick, holding it there. She still didn’t look up, just shook her head, apparently telling him no but he was ignoring her. With his other hand he reached out and grasped her right nipple and I imagined I could hear her gasp from where I watched. I knew she loved that, and watched her face contort as he rolled it around between his thumb and forefinger. Even from where I stood, I could see she was weakening. Walt took his considerable semi-hard girth from his trousers, and re-wrapped her fingers around it. This time she looked down at it, opening her mouth as though in amazement. It looked even larger than I recalled.
Walt released her nipple, massaged the side of her neck and face, then pulled her head forward and down, toward his erection. She resisted only temporarily, then lowered her face and engulfed most of it. I head him groan as she did. Then she went to work on his cock hungrily for a couple minutes. Suddenly, she stood, looked down at him for a moment then walked toward the rear door. I scampered frantically to get back to our bedroom, sliding under the covers with only a second to spare. The exertion probably made my deep breathing convince her I was sound asleep. I heard the door close softly and only waited for about a minute before I hurried back to my post near the window. Anna was already kneeling in front of him, swallowing his cock hungrily. He pulled her up into his lap, holding still as she slowly slid down on his thick cock. I saw her throw her head back – heard her moan. Then they were fucking like animals. I was finding it hard to breath, could feel my heart pounding against my chest violently. My legs were about to give out but I couldn’t look away. It was clear their frustration had been building all afternoon and they wanted a quick release. His cock was so thick I could see him pulling the lining of her vagina out with each thrust. Mine looked like a child’s in comparison. If it was painful for her, she didn’t act like it. His hairy sacs looked like hardballs slapping against her anus. He suddenly grasped her ass cheeks and strained upward. I could see Anna’s inter-thighs trembling, heard her whimper and saw her toes working steadily. I knew from experience that she was there. She was sucking his tongue as they came together – long shuddering surges wracking her body in waves – over and over. I felt completely inadequate. I’d never been able to make her do that. Then I exploded too, like a volcano – like I’d never done before either. My legs finally gave out as I slowly sank to the floor, never taking my eyes off the spectacle before me.
Anna had collapsed against his hairy chest, gasping through her open mouth for breath, her ass and legs still trembling violently from her pleasure. She lowered her face again and lovingly accepted his tongue, clearly licking the inside of his mouth. God that hurt. As his cock deflated, a river of white ran from her pussy lips, onto his hairy balls and legs. I watched as he pushed her off his lap and guided her head downward, indicating with a silent nod what he wanted. Without a single protest, she sucked his cock clean, licking it from top to bottom – she did his balls, then back to his softening cock. She made love to it, actually worshiped it with her mouth. That nearly killed me, but my own cock was hardening once more and I grasped it tightly.
Who was this woman whom I thought I knew? She’d never licked my messy cock afterward. This person looked like a slut. A total stranger. That was my beautiful Anna in front of me. My wife! I watched, mesmerized, as she worked his cock back to a state of erection. It was already half-hard when she sucked his nuts into her mouth, lifted up and nibbled under them at the tender strip of flesh found there. I saw his thick meat stiffen more as he slid downward, giving her better access. He lifted his knees, holding them in the crook of his arms as she nuzzled between his ass cheeks, licking his asshole.
Slut! Oh shit, I was ready to cum again. I quickly let go of my cock, breathing heavily and shaking. She had it stuck all the way down her throat now, her nose in his pubic hair, holding it there, her throat muscles working, milking it. It didn’t take long. His thighs tightened as he wrapped his fingers in her hair and shot his load deep into her belly. She lapped it up like it was cream. He had to literarily had to force her mouth off his cock. He tossed her onto the sofa, and buried his face in her vagina as she screamed, clutching his head in her hands and between her thighs. She came almost instantly. So did I. I almost had to crawl back to my room. Half-alseep, I felt Anna slip silently between the sheets about twenty minutes later.
The next morning I left before daylight, Anna still sleeping. I took care to smooth my side of the sheet and fluff my pillow though. I came back around nine to find them both in the pool. I went into the bedroom and found the bed hadn’t been made yet. Pulling down the cover, I saw my side mussed, the pillow flattened. On the sheet were several small stains that I knew were semen. I got close and took awhiff. It looked like they’d had quite a morning after I’d left. Jealousy reared its ugly head again. So did my cock.
I knew it would only be temporary relief, but I went into the bathroom and whacked off. Then I joined them outside, where I learned Walt had been advised to attend a luncheon in El Paso the following day and had to leave for the airport. He said he’d return and spend one more day with us after his meeting. Anna “volunteered” to drive him to the airport. They departed around 2:00 PM. It was a forty minute round trip. She returned about 5:30. I checked her closely and saw the tell-tell redness around her pretty mouth, knowing instantly that she’d given Walt a good send-off to hold him until his return. She laid down for a well-earned nap, and I called my friend Cleo.
“Do you still love her, Pat?”
“Yes.”
“And she still loves you. Where’s the problem? You enjoy her pleasure, and it gives you pleasure. Period. All this is, is a little rubbing friction and an exchange of bodily fluids. It’s transitory and will pass. I suggest you tell her you know, and admit you liked it, too.”
I guess I’ve got a decision to make.

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True Story

My friend’s 43y/o kinky Mother

This is my first ever story. Thus, I am no professional at this. However I intend to write a hot story as good as the best. Unlike the majority of stories on here however, this one is actually true and happened to me when I was 19 years old in the 1990’s – enjoy
My name is Arthur and my best mate back then was Mike. We met in the early years of high school and became best friends. Often we would have sleep overs at each others houses. Our friendship continued after leaving school at 16, and we got a job working in a factory together.
Every friday from age 18 we would ‘clock off’ from the factory and get ready to hit the towns nightlife. Payday was like Christmas every week for us young men still living with our parents.(In the UK back then you had to be 18 to go to night clubs and bars). Neither of us were tied down in a relationship, so we would prowl for pussy in the nightclubs, seeking the young ladies that prowled for cock. Like human fishing really, both genders just going out to ‘get laid’. (But deep down, to really find a partner to settle down with, which is just what Mike did when he was 20)
On one such Friday, when I was 19, I turned up as usual at Mike’s house early evening time. His mum (or ‘mom’ for the people in the US) answered the door and said her usual “Hi Arthur. Come in, Mike’s in his room. How’s your mum?”
Now, let me describe Mike’s mum. Her name is Elizabeth, but she’s known as Liz. Liz is a bespectacled(wears glasses) 43 years old lady who worked full time as a cleaner, she had been divorced from Mikes dad for some years. She was a little on the plump side regarding her tits, ass and thighs. Her tits I guessed to be around an E cup. Her big round ass looked divine when she wore her tight jeans or leggings. As I would later discover in this story – She had a little bit of sagging in her breasts but not much really, not what you wouldn’t expect from the average lady of her age – In fact I’d say she was in better shape than most her age. She was around 5″7 with mousey brown hair that was going grey, she always had her hair up in a ponytail.
She never wore make-up and always dressed in plain unflattering clothes that did not show her figure except for the tight jeans and legging she wore. Her eyes were beautiful and wide, her face was pretty although she did have a few light wrinkles around her mouth. She also had big teeth that tended to overlap her bottom lip when she closed her mouth. People used to joke and call her fredrica mercury because of her big teeth. On this particular day she wore leggings but she also wore a thick woolly jumper(or sweater as its more commonly known as to US readers) that was long and covered her ass, much to my disappointment. It was winter after all. Under her Jumper she had on a white polo shirt with the collars of the polo shirt folded over the neck of her jumper.
Apart from the occasional view of her ass, I never thought of her in a sexual way whatsoever. She was more like a mother figure, she treated me like I was Mikes brother, cooked for me and let me sleep over most every weekend.
Later that evening me and Mike were in one of the busiest bars in town chatting away, when he suddenly said, “Hey. I know someone who fancies you,” as he winked at me.
“Who?” I abruptly replied.
“Ahh, not telling.” He annoyingly spoke with a cheesy grin.
Mike was my best mate, but he was a damn prick sometimes. Later, after the consumption of a behaviour altering amount of alcohol, Mike said, “My mum said she fancies you, even your ginger hair(laughs), she said her heart thumps whenever you come round to our house.”
“Jeeesus Mike!” I quipped. “You’re fucking kidding me”
“Nope. We had a heart to heart discussion last night, she never usually discusses anything like that with me. To be honest mate, I thought she only told me because she secretly wants me to tell you, you know how shy and proper my mum is. She would never tell you how she truly felt”
“Cool, am gonna fuck her brains out tonight.” I said jokingly.
“Fuck off Arthur, don’t even joke about shit like that.”
“Relax man, I’m kidding, I wouldn’t dare, I have never thought of your mum in that way,” I reassured.
The night turned out to be uneventful yet again, in terms of trying to get laid out on the town. We got back to Mikes house sometime after 12pm and sat on his sofa with a coffee and a cigarette, chilling out before he headed to his room and me to the spare room.
Mike whispered “Hey, not a word to my mum about what I told you”.
“No worries dude,” I said, “I’m still shocked as hell about it.”
Mike spotted a video cassette next to the VCR with the words ‘Liz’s tape. DO NOT TOUCH!’ written on it.
“I bet that’s a porno,” I joked.
There’s no way a plain lady like Liz who shows very little interest in sex or men, and was so sweet and mild mannered would ever own such a thing. Surely not.
“Let’s put it on,” I said.
“Fuck me Arthur you do say some dumbass things, the tape says ‘do not touch’ on it, of course I’m gonna fucking put it on,” Said Mike.
What we saw shocked me, it was a porno. It shocked me because it belonged to Mikes mum, the last person I would think would own it. On the screen was a young man in his 20s with a hot mature big tit milf. The guy was tit fucking her as she held her melons together, he then grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth vigorously. The guy then took his cock out of her mouth, pulled the sexy milfs hair back and spat in her face and mouth before continuing with the face fucking.
At that point we heard creaking on the stairs, we panicked and Mike immediately ejected the cassette and threw it under the sofa. It was Liz coming down the stairs. She just wanted to go to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea before retiring back to her room.
“Night,night mum,” Mike shouted from the lounge, as Liz was making her way back upstairs.
“Night night Michael. Night night Arthur, you’re very welcome to stay over tonight love,” she shouted.
“ Thanks Mrs C,” I shouted back.
“I’m getting off to bed now mate, promise not a word to anyone about the video”, said Mike.
“Don’t worry dude, it’s just between us” I reassured.
“Night mate” said Mike before darting upstairs to his room.
Before retiring to the spare room I needed to use the bathroom to relieve a bladder full of beer and coffee, after sipping the rest of my sobering coffee for a few minutes I headed upstairs to the bathroom.
I opened the bathroom door and there she was. Mikes mum was sat on the toilet with her leggings along with a sexy pair of pink satin knickers around her ankles (or Panties as they say in the US – In fact, from here on in I will refer to them as panties, as I prefer the term). We both froze, it was only a few seconds, but it seemed so much longer.
Then she said, “oh, Arth….”
“Shit! I’m sorry Liz,” I abruptly interrupted.
I closed the door and shot to the spare room with complete embarrassment and also arousal at the sight of her thighs and those sexy pink satin panties. It puzzled me why she would wear those panties though. I mean, they looked so sexy and she usually dressed so plain and conservative, they seemed so uncharacteristic of her. But then again, that porno….
Liz had surprised me like hell that night. Nobody who knew her would ever think Liz was sexually active or harboured such desires so strongly. I thought to myself, “who are the sexy panties for? I mean, what’s the point in Liz wearing them if no-one is going to see her in them? I guess it’s just for her own satisfaction”.
A few minutes later I heard her coming out of the bathroom and returning to her room, I then went to the bathroom to relieve myself. After I did my business, I spotted something in the washing basket (or hamper to our American readers) as I was washing my hands. It was those sexy pink satin panties that she had on. “Why would she remove them in here and put them to the basket, without changing any of her other clothes” I thought. But I was too aroused to care. I just wanted to grab the panties and wank myself off. Liz got me feeling so fucking horny, the fact that I knew she fancied me, the porno that made me realize how sexually driven she was and that she probably wanted to fuck me and the thought of seeing her big round juicy ass in these panties.
I snatched them from the top of the basket and put them in my face, rubbing them over my nose and mouth, tasting and inhaling her scent, the crotch was a little stained from pussy juice and felt moist. I took out my cock and went to lock the door.
‘Oh fuck, not now, please’, I thought, as I saw the lock to the bathroom door was broken. So then I took a chance and took the panties to the spare room with me. Thinking I will only have them for a few minutes and will return them. I thought there’s no way Liz would notice, she wouldn’t return to the bathroom after being in there just a few minutes ago.
In the spare room I stripped naked in what seemed to me to be about 2 seconds flat, and dove into bed. With one hand I held the panty crotch over my nose and mouth and with the other began pumping away on my raging hard-on. Liz had got me so fucking hot. Up until just earlier that day I had never thought of Liz as a mother I would like to fuck. But now that was all that was on my mind. I began fantasizing about fucking her doggy style with these sexy panties over her big juicy round ass and coming all over them. I thought about that hot scene from her porno, fantasizing that I was face-fucking her like that couple in the scene and I would cum all in her face and mouth. And I fantasized that she spread her buttocks and lowered that Plump shapely ass over my face while she scraped her big teeth and lips over my cock.
Wow. This was sending me over the edge. In my mind I was in another dimension, but in reality I was in my best friends house, with his mum’s pussy stained sexy panties in my face with my eyes closed, wanking myself off over fantasies of her.
Suddenly: “Having fun,” said a female voice from in the room.
It slapped me out of my fantasy world and brought me crashing to reality like a plane nose diving into the ocean. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, I looked over to see Liz with a big toothy grin on her face. She was wearing what she had on all day: Leggings, polo shirt and jumper. Except, minus her panties. You know, the ones that were covering the bottom half of my face. For a few seconds I was frozen, then it suddenly dawned on me. Liz set the whole thing up, it all made sense. Mike was correct, she did confess her feelings about me to him because she did want me to know about it. The porno, she left it there intentionally knowing damn well that the words ‘do not touch’ will encourage me to watch it. She wanted me to know that she was into it and hoped watching it would get me feeling horny. The panties, it was me she bought them for. She left them on the washing basket like bait hoping I would bite, knowing I will be using the bathroom in the night. She intentionally broke the lock on the bathroom door so she could catch me in the act if I decided to wank with her panties in the bathroom. Liz had been to the bathroom to see if I took the bait. She saw her panties were missing from the washing basket. Thus, she’s here now. Her elaborate trap worked, I was so fucking hot for Liz, I wanted nothing more than to engage in an intense fuck session with her.
“Ooh, let’s see what we have under here,” she said as she came over to the bed, and in one swift motion peeled back the cover to see my naked body, and my hand around my cock. I jumped out of bed and covered my massive erection with a pillow.
“Don’t be shy Arthur,” said Liz as she walked over to me and planted her lips on mine, taking the pillow away.
After a few seconds of lip locking, I broke off the kiss and said, “No Liz this is wrong.”
“No Arthur, it’s right, it’s so right,” whispered Liz. Again we locked lips this time she started stroking my cock and swirling her tongue in my mouth.
“Wait,” I said breaking the kiss again. “You’re my best mates mum, and you’re not that type Liz, you’re a nice lady.”
“I have needs just like any other woman you know,” she said. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You make me feel so hot Arthur.” Our noses were almost touching as she began again to stroke my cock and speak to me. “Do you know how much it breaks my heart knowing you are sleeping around with them young tarts you pick up in the night clubs? My heart aches with jealousy, I wish I was one of them. Why waste your time and money going out with those stupid bimbo’s when you can have me here, anytime you want. I’m all yours Arthur.”
Our lips locked again as we tongued each others mouths and she stroked my cock. I put my hands down the back of her leggings and squeezed those chubby buttocks, this caused Liz let out a groan in my mouth. I then moved my hand down the front of her leggings and started fingering her sopping wet pussy, causing her to start breathing heavily. We broke the kiss again. As we were masturbating each other our eyes were locked on to each others, with our faces just inches apart. Liz then whispered, “I know you’ve been bringing girls back here and fucking them on the bed in this very room. I have been listening to you fuck them senseless with my ear against my bedroom wall and my dildo in my pussy. Wishing it was me in here with you, and you were treating me like you treat them. Do you want me Arthur?”
“Yes Liz. More than anything.”
Liz, quickened her pace of wanking my cock. “Tell me how much you want me. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
I smiled and said, “you set this all up didn’t you Liz? To make me want you. Well it’s worked big time. Telling Mike you fancied me, leaving the video tape next to the VCR, these sexy pink panties, the broken lock on the bathroom door.”
“Clever boy,” she said with a sly grin.
“Now I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman in my life Liz. I’m going to fuck you like crazy, I’m going to treat you like that woman in the porno. Kneel down and suck my cock. Now Liz.”
And thats just what she did. She looked up at me as she took the tip of my cock in her mouth. I felt her top teeth scraping above and her tongue massaging below. It was heaven, it was by incredible will power that I managed to keep from cumming in her mouth there and then. Then she went deeper and sucked harder. She grabbed my hand and put it on her ponytail, I took this as an indication that she wanted me to fuck her mouth. With a tight grip on her ponytail I held her head still and began fucking her mouth. After a few minutes with my cock and her face full of her saliva I was ready to cum. I needed a pause and a change of tactic to try and last longer without cumming.
“Take your leggings off and go get your dildo. I want you to fuck yourself as I tittyfuck you,” I demanded. The naturally submissive milf did just that.
Within seconds she was squatting in front of me naked from the waist down and with her jumper and polo shirt raised up over her magnificent big tits. She had on a pink bra that matched her panties, her tits were already exposed and out of their bra cups. Her nipples were brown, big and pointy.
“wait, I want you to suck your tits for me,” I commanded.
Looking up at me without hesitation the lusty milf did just that, biting them, sucking them and making her nipples even more pointy. I watched her blissfully for a moment as I wanked my cock. I couldn’t resist, I bent down and groped her melons, I sucked on those huge nipples and had Liz groaning. I put a nipple to her mouth then kissed her with her tit between our lips. Then I held her tits together and started slowly fucking them. She inserted her dildo into her pussy. She was soaking wet, as the dildo was going in and out, her pussy made an audible squelching sound. Liz bent her neck to face down and took the end of my cock in her mouth as it passed through the top of her cleaverage. After a few minutes of this when I gained momentum of speed, her glasses fell off onto the floor. I then slowed down my pace and spat a long glob of saliva into her cleavage and onto my cock.
“Yes please,” Said Liz, as she turned to look up at me and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She was dildoing herself ferociously with pussy juice splashing out of her pussy and a loud squelching sound.
“Wow, you really are kinky aren’t you?” I said. “OK here comes”. I spat on her face and the first glob landed on her right cheek, the second one landed directly onto her tongue, and the third one landed on the tip of her nose then poured down into her mouth. As the third glob of spit landed Liz had an intense orgasm rip through her.
“Aaaaaawww. YES. FUCK! – Aaaaaghh, oh my god Arthur. I’m cumming.” She screamed, and cum squirted all over her dildo and on the floor. She was loud and I knew that Mike would have been able to hear it. The sight of Mikes mum having that orgasm in front of me pushed me over the edge
“Open your fucking mouth,” I demanded. I fucked her mouth for just a few thrusts when I shot rope after rope of cum down her throat.
She kept the tip of my cock in her mouth and looked up at me as she swallowed my whole load.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to speak to you like that Liz,” I said with shame.
“I love it when you talk to me that way, I’m all yours bab,y” Said Liz. “I’m just going to get cleaned up. Be right back darling…”
I went to lay in bed shivering from sexual excitement. A few minutes later Liz came back in the room, this time with her hair down and wearing a bath robe.
“Up you get,” she said. I stepped out of bed and Liz walked over to the end of the bed and took off her robe. Liz was wearing nothing but those sexy pink satin panties. She turned around, bent over, arched her back, while looking back at me she moved the crotch of the panties over to one side with one hand and slapped one of her meaty buttocks with her other hand. Wow, what an invite.
My cock was ready for action again. I got behind her, instead of penetrating her, I decided to tease and put my cock inside the panties and along the crack of her ass. “ooh that’s lovely,” said Liz as she rubbed her clit.
I did this for a few minutes, then couldn’t resist any longer. I stuck my cock right into her pussy and slapped her ass. “You fucking dirty milf slut” I said uncontrollably. I began pounding her hard and fast, her panties were so sexy over her chubby ass. Her tits bouncing like hell until I grabbed them from behind and pulled on her nipples hard.
“Ow!” screamed Liz.
“You fucking love it don’t you? “ I said.
“Yes.” Liz agreed. “Do it again.”
I got close so cumming. I pulled out and said “I want you to ride me now Liz.”
I lay down on the bed and Liz climbed on me and lowered her sopping wet pussy over my cock and began to ride me ever so slowly. We kissed passionately, breathed heavily into each others faces and talked dirty to each other. After some momentum of speed and with our lips clamped together Liz had her second orgasm of the night. My orgasm began to build up also as our lips were locked when this sexy milf rode me.
I broke the kiss and said. “Fucking hell Liz this is the best fuck ever, I’m so sorry I’m not going to last much longer, I’m going to cum.”
Liz then climbed off me and immediately got on her knees on the floor and said “my mouth please.”
I went over and shot directly into her mouth, then I aimed for her face and hair. I wanted to cover this big toothed milfs face as much as i could with my cum.
“Wow!” I sighed.
“I’m not done yet” grinned Liz as she lay back on the bed. “Sit on my face” she said. “I want to lick your ass, it’s a fetish of mine. Please Arthur”.
So I spread my ass cheeks and lowered myself over Liz’s face. My cock was facing her huge mounds. “Fuck my face with your ass” she said. I enthusiastically obliged. She was dildoing her pussy hard and fast and moaned into my ass as her tongue was working my puckered hole. I began grinding my ass over her face hard and wanking my cock, and from this Liz reached her third orgasm of the night. This got me so hot I came too all over her tits.
That was the last of our workout for the night. After Liz cleaned the cum off her, we kissed and cuddled for the rest of the night.
To be continued…….
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Lieutenant Greenstein crouched on the roof of the six-floor tenement building, her rifle aimed at the corner of South 3rd and Kent Avenue. A cold wind blew off the gray East River, sending a chill through her bones, despite the ample weight of her police uniform. She had been like this for the past two hours, waiting for the gangs of Hasid to come to where they based their illegal water-hoarding operation. It had come to this: New York’s finest perched in decrepit windows of abandoned warehouses, esentially snipers. Guilty until proven innocent, and even then no one was ever innocent. Fuck this, she thought. She’d rather be at home, with Scott, protected by the Rockaways, a place of New York that still hadn’t been affected by the storm. She was one of the lucky ones, though, even if she did have to spend eight hours a day in the fucking dregs of the 18th precinct, trying to maintain order in a city that was falling apart at the seams. She stood up to stretch, and turned around, looking back at Brooklyn. It was then that she noticed the door to the stairwell was closed.
“Fuck,” she said, putting her gun down, and walking toward the door. There was no handle on the door, as it locked automatically behind. How could she be so stupid, she thought, a hand against the door. Fuck fuck fuck. There would be no way to communicate, as the communication links had broken down with the first storm. She was stuck. She would have to wait for relief. She walked back to the corner of the roof when she saw it.
A dark cloud moved quickly across the East River, a thick, green mustardy smelling mass of smoke and debris. The Storm. There hadn’t been one in about six weeks, but here it was. She looked frantically around. There was no way out. The cloud moved even closer, directly towards the building. She tried not to panic, took deep breaths, but all she could think about was Scott and their house in the Rockaways, their dog, how she wanted to go home. She looked back at the door. “What the fuck,” she said out loud, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She was trapped.
She crouched in the corner, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the gun. There was nothing she could do. Closing her eyes, the Storm rushed over the top of the building, enveloping her. She could feel the weight of the gas against her uniform, her exposed skin, her dark brown hair pulled tight against her head. She could taste it on her lips. And worse, she could feel it entering her, and she reached a level of such terror that she thought her heart was going to explode and burst, carried off with the evil gas. And that’s what it was: evil. It was in her now. She was finished, would no longer be the same, would be doomed to wandering these fucked up streets for the rest of her life, in whatever guise the Storm infected her: drugs, drink, food, sex?
The storm passed, but she remained in that same position, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clamped around the rifle, balled up like a child on the corner of the roof. Her breathing by now was quick and manic, and she tried to focus all of her mental acuity onto the number of breaths. She had heard that the affects of the Storm were immediate, she had seen it happen in colleagues, saw their former selves be carried off by the mustardy gas of the storm cloud, leaving behind the shell of a human, a sick desperation that cast the world into chaos. She counted quickly, trying not to recognise that she was burning up in the police uniform, that her skin felt as if it was on fire, her body dripping in sweat. She wanted to tear the uniform off. There was intense feeling of absence, a craving for something in her to be filled. She was now shaking uncontrollably. She needed it, although she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then her thoughts were brought somewhere else, a focal point: hot, burning, wet and aching, that space between her legs. What she needed was cock. And this is where she passed over.
She had to get off the roof. It was imperative. It was the key to her survival. If she could get off the roof, she could get cock: a thick, hard, throbbing piece of meat that she could suck, and feel in her wet pussy, and shove in her ass. She needed to be filled. What she needed even more, she knew now, was the taste of cum on her mouth, something to take the pain away. She had to bathe in it, have it constantly. This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. The street was empty. She was clearly in pain and could think of nothing, see nothing in her head, except for hard, throbbing cock. She tried to maintain her balance and, instinctively, reached her right hand down beneath her belt and the waistband of her slacks, touching her engorged clitoris with two fingers, slowly rubbing a circle. Her breathing increased with the rhythm of her rubbing and she was shocked- almost terrified- at the intensity of the feeling. She wanted something inside her, and she slipped both fingers into her hot, soaking wet cunt. In and out she pushed them, all the while applying circular pressure with the palm of her hand on her clit. The severity and quickness of the orgasm that caused her entire body to quake and her knees give out, collapsing her to the roof of the building, a writhing mess of nerve-endings and pussy juice, her carefully pulled up hair now falling out around her, and the screams- these fucking screams of passion, if that’s what it was- bouncing off the buildings around her seemed to be an announcement to the world, that-once again- the Storm had reduced another woman to her basic id: she now, literally, lived to fuck.
And if she could do this to herself, she thought, lying flat on her back, staring at the dark clouds passing above her, her breathing slowing down, wonder what she could do with cock.
I’m getting off this fucking roof, she thought, and she walked to the edge, more determined and confident than she’d been before. The orgasm seemed to give her a power that she was lacking before, a temporary boost in confidence. And, as if she willed it herself, she heard the shuffle of feet from the corner below her. She quickly assumed position, crouched at the corner of the roof, looking through the sites of her sniper rifle. They turned the corner and entered into view.
“No fucking way,” she said, lowering the gun, and looking at the three people- a man and two girls on chains- turning the corner. They were naked, the man carrying and automatic weapon, an M-16, with a round of ammo around his chest. The two girls were attached to small chains, around collars, and had on combat boots. They walked gingerly. She looked at the man- his taut, hairless body, rippling in muscle- and, more importantly, his cock- a semi-hard beautiful piece of meat. She sited it through the rifle to get a better look. It was enormous, maybe eight to nine inches when it got hard and had a breath-taking girth. She wanted it. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, held the rifle aloft and screamed, “FREEZE!”
The man motioned to the girls, who quickly crouched down like dogs on all fours and he held the M-16 aloft, clearly tentative about using it. He found Lt. Greenstein in his sites, but failed to shoot. She cautioned him down.
“If you fire that thing, we’ll all be dead,” she yelled down to the street. “I just need your help. Can you help me?”
He lowered the gun, but said nothing. She took this as a positive sign.
“I’m locked in. You have to let me out.” She was thinking about that cock. The man shaded his eyes and looked up. He stood there silently, motioning for the girls to stand back up, all the while not losing his gaze with the aching lieutenant.
“Please,” she shouted down again, surprised at the desperation in her voice. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
The three strangers walked to the front door. She could hear it slam behind them. The aspect of getting cock excited her, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to look non-threatening: the uniform with the gun may be too much for a stranger to take in a fucked up world as this. And she didn’t feel like she could wait any longer. She threw the rifle down to the ground, undid her belt and holster, and unbuckled her boots, kicking them off quickly. Throwing them to the side, she shimmied out of the heavy, thick pants until she was in nothing but her thong underwear. The heat from her pussy was unbearable, and even as she lowered the navy blue panties, she found herself rubbing her soaking wet cunt again. She crawled to the edge of the roof, bending over, one hand on the ledge, the other busily preparing her pussy for the cock she needed to survive. She heard the metal door open and she moaned loudly. Without even turning around, her ass in the air as if an offering, her left hand rubbing her pussy to the peak of another orgasm, she screamed: “Please! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”
She heard footsteps and the quick fap fap fap of the man jerking his meat, getting ready to fill her up and before she could plead again for the stranger’s dick, she felt the head of the penis against the wet lips of her pussy and she grunted loudly, the echo carrying off the skyscraper condominiums. As he thrust inside her- first an inch, then two, then the full girth of the eight or nine inches filling her up- she supported herself with both hands on the railing, banging her hips against his with each thrust. She seemed to be in a continual state of orgasm, her body quaking and screaming in passion, a feeling she had never, ever came close to before. She concentrated on breathing, of feeling every inch of that beautiful cock, and revelled in the waves of orgasm that seemed to define her new existence. She was ready now, thirsty, aching for cum and she told him, the stranger who filled her up, a man she had not even seen the face of, that she wanted it.
“Cum on my face,” she ordered. “Cum on my fucking face.”
This is what she needed and as he pulled out, she twisted around, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. She still didn’t look at him, only focusing on the throbbing piece of meat inches from her face, the full girth, the glistening head and the hand that worked it professionally and eagerly, and as the cum exploded she thrust herself into it, tasting it on her tongue and lips, her cheeks and nose and face and eyes and hair, wanting to drown in it, to soak up every single sperm cell of strength, to satisfy the craving of the Storm. She would never be the same, this she knew. But in a way, as the energy crackled through her body, and the hot cum dripped from her lips to the tarred roof, she wondered if she even cared.

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