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common-law ‘husband’ worked 2nd shift he wouldn’t be home until midnight, and her child, Don, would not be home until about 9:30PM. PERFECT.
I mostly hung out with Don thru high-school because had a big house, generous ‘parents’, & his Mom was utterly gorgeous. Some of the guys say his mom was 15 or so when she had Don, so Mrs. Sarah Holland couldn’t be over 40. We were 18 now, so my personal bet in our cash pool for her was age 34. She was maybe an inch shorter than my 5ft. 8”/173cm frame in those heels she always wore, with dirty-blonde hair, big breasts, thicc hips and a flat tummy. Sarah Holland had a sexy MILF body I intended to enjoy.
I pulled into the drive & nonchalantly walked to the door. Sarah Holland opened it before I even got there; she appeared frazzled to see me, as though she was expecting someone…of course she was.
Sarah was filled with anticipation, thinking of John, the man with which she’d recently been having an affair. Her boyfriend was a very good financial provider, but lately had been so tired, and sex with John was new & exciting. But John wasn’t due for another hour, so she was very surprised when Don’s schoolmate, Danny Goddard, pulled in.
Danny Goddard wasn’t the most attractive kid. He really didn’t work out, so he lacked the hot bod, and until recently he wore glasses. Even without them, he was still just average at best, so Mrs. Holland thought nothing of meeting him at the door, as she really needed to shoo him away, and quickly too.
“Hello Danny, Don isn’t here, he’s at – “ She said
“Yes Mrs. Holland, I know, I just came by because I really needed to speak you.” I said. I pointed to indicate coming in and did so quickly, before Mrs. Holland had a chance to stop me.
“Oh! Well, umm…Danny…” Sarah said, backing up, as she didn’t expect Danny to barge in. “Is something going on with Don?” she asked, curious now.
“Well no,” I answered, “I just heard that you were getting divorced/breaking up or whatever.”
“WHAT!” Sarah Holland exclaimed. “What are you talking about – NOT TRUE/where did you hear such a thing!?!?!”
“Oh, I got it from this.” I replied, and held out an old tablet I had, in which I had downloaded the video I had shot of her and the other man. It was replete with her blowing him, and his skin tone was obviously different from Mr. Holland. I watched as Sarah Holland turned shock white. It made me smile.
The color ran from Sarah’s face as she saw what this little dweeb of a kid was holding. “SHIT” she finally said, as her knees went weak. Sarah Holland leaned for a moment on the door frame to steady herself self. Her mind was spinning. “What…H-H-How….” Was all she was able to get out.
“I was getting a tool Don let me borrow from the shed in the backyard,” I explained, “but wow was I ever surprised when I saw this! Mrs. Holland, can you imagine for even a moment what your Son would do if he saw this? Your Boyfriend? Shit is right, ‘Sa-rah’, and you’re in it.”
Sarah was at a total loss. She had been caught at the one thing she feared most. Her boyfriend had been an excellent provider; large house, nice car & clothes, and a more posh lifestyle than she had ever thought she could live. And now this twerp was in a position to take it all away, and it angered her.
“Ok Danny, I get it now.” Sarah said, crossing her arms. “You want something, what is it? Cash? Go ahead little boy, spit it out.”
Her name-calling flashed anger in me, but I understood, and was ready. “I’m not the one who’s going to be spitting anything out, ‘Sar-AH’.” I said. “if you want to keep your relationship and this lifestyle, you’d best change that tone, because you are NOT in charge here, you got that?”
Seeing her shrink a bit at my flash of temper, I scooped her phone off the table beside us and tossed it to her. “You’ll start by letting lover-boy know he’s not coming by. You’re about to be busy.” Before she had a chance to react I said, “We’ll discuss the rest in your bedroom.” And with that I walked right past her and marched up the stairs.
“Danny-HEY!” Sarah exclaimed, as she followed the young man, who simply marched past her as though he owned the place. The master Bedroom was at the end of the hall on the right at the top of the stairs. Little asshole had a fast pace too, because she only got to him just inside the door, only to have him pin her against the wall just inside it.
I let her catch me and now, my prey against the wall, I stuck a finger in her face, and in a loud voice proclaiming “ONE EMAIL….ONE!!!” I grabbed her by her shoulders, pulled her away from the wall, and dropped her in a large, overstuffed chair, and continued my tirade “MAYBE YOU DON’T GET IT SARAH! – MAYBE I SHOULD JUST SEND THIS TO YOUR MAN AND BE ON MY WAY!”
Sarah Holland knew she had poked the bear too hard. Little jerk was right, He had her, dead to rights. Sarah had a ‘fear’ or ‘weakness’ towards angry men, so his yelling made part of her break. “NO!” she exclaimed – “PLEASE Danny…I…I CAN’T….” She teared up a bit, and then said “ Danny, you wouldn’t do that. Please…”
“If I have to, I most certainly will,” I responded, “So like I said before, take that damn phone and get rid of lover-boy, then we’ll talk. Do it now. My prey’s hands were shaky, but she got it done. I took her phone away, turned it off, and tossed it across the room.
Stepping in front of Sarah Holland, I then said “I’m going to take everything you intended for your lover, and then some. If at ANY time, you say no or refuse me in any way, for ANY thing I desire, I’ll send that lovely video, and the life you know will be over.” I let that soak in for a minute, and then added “Now to show you agree, you get on those knees and take my cock out. We have a few hours, so let’s get this party started.”
Oddly, Sarah found herself immediately sinking to the floor. She SHOULD fight, but what choice did she really have? He had already unzipped, and her stomach turned as she unbuttoned his pants. He was wearing boxer briefs, and only took a small tug for a surprisingly large, uncircumcised penis to pop out. It hung there in an arc, at nose level, staring at her. Sarah took the thing into her hand, surprised at how much wider than the width of her hand it was. “this is wrong.” She blurted out.
“Yep, what you did WAS wrong…” I said. Sarah automatically gave the body of my cock a ‘squeeze’ with the pump. Damn that felt good. I leaned forward just a bit, and said “And now you get to pay.” I then had only to touch her chin with my thumb, and Sarah Holland’s mouth popped open. For someone so resistant, she took me into her mouth with no resistance at all. “Yes-s-sss…” I said.
‘For a twerp kid he had a good sized one’ Sarah thought. While not the thickest, it was nearly double the width of her hand. It was also grotesque, being uncircumcised and feeling the foreskin on the top of her mouth nearly made her gag. However, Sarah kept at it, figuring she could make this kid pop his cork early and buy time to figure some damn way out of this.
I guess she thought holding it in her mouth for a minute would do it. Not hardly. Mrs. Holland had her hair back in a ponytail, and I grabbed that thing like a fucking handle, & began to pump her face, working my way towards the back of her throat, her “Guh-AA-ck-Gu-Wack-gurgle-gurgle-cough noises really making me feel good.
Sarah was never that big on sucking cock, and now some damn twerp kid’s ugly-ass uncircumcised one was working it’s way to the back of her throat. He had ahold of her head too, but she managed to wrestle it out of her mouth to complain. When she did so, a big wad of spit & goo rolled down her chin and on to the front of her workout shirt. “AH-Dammit Danny!” she said, then coughed and spat, heaving as she took in a deep breath.
I wasn’t one to let some bitch, hot MILF or not tell me what to do. I grabbed her hair harder and tugged on it, making her call out. “Dammit my ass, Ms.H, we aren’t done yet.” I said. Stopping lower I grabbed her shirt and pulled up roughly on it, adding, “Peel that damn thing off, woman, and the bra too.” As she struggled to follow my commands, I stepped out of my pants and boxers.
Everything reset I said “OK, we’re going to try this again. If you suck it like you mean it, I won’t be so rough.” Looking down at Sarah Holland’s ample naked D-cups, I noted her nipples were poking out. “You gag, but those hard nipples tell me you really like it. Now this time, you suck it like you meant it, or I’ll give you a lesson in rough.” Her eyes glared at me for a moment, then she gave my cock a squeeze as she began to lick the very head as it protruded out.
‘Buy time girl…buy time’ she told herself. Sarah took the uncircumcised head into her mouth after coaxing it out its sock, as it were, and with one hand, she began to stroke up and down its length while her tongue swirled on the head. Part of her had to admit the damn thing had size, it was too bad…then she pushed the thought out of her head as she got some salty precum in her mouth
“Shee-yit you know how to suck a dick.” I said, and I wasn’t joking. Again taking that pony tail in hand, I pulled her head back, taking me out of her mouth. I slapped the side of Sarah Holland’s face with my wet cock, smearing her makeup, and said “take the one hand you go that’s not on my cock, shove it in those yoga pants and rub that twat while you suck this thing” and then pushed my dick back in her mouth.
Sarah felt totally humiliated, with some damn pissant kid rubbing his wet dick on her face, then telling her to masturbate, but she had little choice. It was uncomfortable as he shoved it forcefully into her cheek, making it poke far out, then it was back out to the head as before. Sarah was both surprised and not to find herself wet, and her fingers on her clit made her moan, as he started to pump himself into her again.
My cock moved along the ridges at the top of Sarah Holland’s mouth as I pumped, but soon enough, I found the soft area at the back. I was now fucking this MILF’s throat. Sarah had been moaning on my cock as she played with herself, and she gagged a bit. Shifting herself to handle me, she had her mouth opened as wide as she could, trying to breathe, so I shifted as well, grabbing the sides of head at the base of the skull and began to thrust harder and faster, making the MILF’y Mrs. Holland gag all the more. I was getting close.
Sarah had enough sexual experience to know what was coming. This damn kid was pumping her face like a masturbation tool, and as humiliating as this was, part of her was excited at being used like this. Sarah knew that if he blasted her throat, she was going to vomit his ejaculate and the smoothie she had consumed not too long before, and ruin her nice carpet. Sarah Holland began grunting and struggling, because she already got a small taste and could feel him twitching.
I couldn’t stand it, time was up. At the last possible moment, I jerked my stiff dick out of 30+ year old Sarah Holland’s mouth, and cupping one hand behind her head so she couldn’t get away, I dumped three heavy, solid spurting cum ropes on her gorgeous face. The first two were right on her nose, eyes and forehead, the third on her cheek and neck, with some drips on her chest for good measure. As she sat there sputtering, I scooped my phone off the dresser beside us and got a pic of her face coated in my thick gooey jizz, my dripping dick in frame for full effect.
Sarah sat there on her knees, her eyes shut, face covered in another man’s ejaculate, and cried. She had never in her worst nightmares thought something like this could happen to her, and yet here she was, forced to service the dick of someone the same age as her child. The shame of it was, it was a REALLY nice dick, and the whole episode excited her to almost making her cum. Her torturer sent her to the bathroom to wash her face, and Sarah thought he was done, but when she came back a few minutes later, she found Danny Goddard pulling a particular item out of her lingerie drawer. “Oh Shit.” She said again, realizing it was far from over.
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“well based on the lingerie I see, you and the hubby certainly have an active sex life.” I said with a lewd grin. Sarah Holland was topless but still wearing her yoga pants. “Oh look, wet spot.” I said, pointing at her crotch. My prey blushed, so I tossed the satin and lace Cami PJ’s I dug out on the bed between us and said “Change into those, I want a little fashion show.” And moved the chair over, having a seat.
If Sarah Holland didn’t feel embarrassed and humiliated before, she certainly felt it now. After all this, she was being made to parade in front of her torturer like some damn piece of meat. But again, she knew she had little choice. The Cami PJ’s were skimpy and she be blushed as she stood, twirled, and bent over in front of naked torturer. She noticed that his dick was getting erect again, and that could only mean one thing.
Seeing the MILF pose for me in lingerie was nice. She was currently bent over the bed, one foot on the floor, one knee on the bed, looking back at me. I stepped over, and tugging on the bottoms I said “let’s keep the top, but trust me you won’t be needing these…”
Sarah stopped. She knew all too well what was about to happen, and what she was going to be forced to do. Pleadingly she said “Look Danny...I can’t…”
Listening to this MILF beg just made me harder, as I climbed on to their bed. “Remember your options, Mrs. H.” I said, and I held out my hand. My new fuck-toy MILF sniffled, stripped off her Cami shorts, and climbed on the bed. Without being told a word, she swung a leg over, and began to mount me. “good girl,” I said, then made a long, low satisfied grunt as my stiff member entered Sarah Holland’s hot wet love-tunnel.
Sarah was afraid that this was going to happen. Not JUST that she would have had sex with this nerdy-kid, but that a certain part of her would react so well to it. It wasn’t just that Sarah Holland really liked cowgirl (she did) but the length of that damn dick that did it. Sarah felt her body give to the invader, and to get more of it inside her she naturally bowed her back, poking her breasts out. She had kept the PJ top, and the kid had his hands under it and - damn his hide! – Danny Goddard was squeezing her nipples. She LOVED it when a man did that. ‘Close your eyes girl, hang on’ she told herself.
Sarah Holland’s pussy felt awfully good, as she moved up and down on my cock. Her nipples were taught between my fingers as I squeezed them, so she was enjoying the ride, whether she wanted to admit it or not. The PJ top was serving to block her view of my face a bit, and so I said, “Look at me Mrs. H. Look at me Sarah…LOOK.” Making eye contact I said “You – oof – deny it all you – ahh – want, but you LIKE having -oh- having me inside you.”
‘Damn that kid...damn him’ Sarah thought as she looked at him, because that little asshole was right. And to emphasize it, he shifted his hands to bottom of her ribs, and made her stop at nearly the top of her movement. Then the kid gave her an evil smile, and his pace tripled as he began thrusting UP into her, very fast. She squinted and her mouth fell open. It felt almost too good. Sarah’s was being fucked like she was being used, and Sarah liked it.
The moaning wail of my MILF fuck-toy told the truth. She began speaking in incomplete words, and my smile grew broader. Now I slowed slightly, then pulled her down HARD onto me, and said “All right woman, Grind. Grind that pussy on me.” As she began to move I tensed and flexed with her. Shit it felt incredible! Moving my hands back to her nipples I could see that she was clearly fighting a losing battle.
This was a different kind of torture, & Sarah Holland wasn’t hanging on anymore. How could he have known? That 1-2 combo of getting fast-slammed followed by the switch to the slow roll was pushing her over the edge. Her hips were starting to buck on their own, and Sarah threw her head back and called out. In one swift motion Sarah swept the satin PJ top off, and placing her hands on his shoulders, she began shamelessly pounding herself on the dick impaling her, and with a loud wailing cry, she came.
I was having a Helluva day. I had just used almost all the sexual knowledge I knew to make this gorgeous woman cum. Besides the obvious of watching porn, I had two girlfriends, but neither were all that attractive. By comparison, Sarah Holland was the total fucking package; incredible body, long dirty-blonde hair, a little up-turned nose and doe eyes made her the complete & total MILF.
She rode me as she convulsed, crying out. Her cunt was squeezing my dick and I’ll be the first to tell you that hanging on was not easy, but I had one more trick up my sleeve. I knew my fuck-toy’s pussy would be very sensitive, and that was the plan. Sarah Holland was on top of me, breathing heavy, her eyes closed but tearing a little. So I pulled her down & beside me, gave her a hug, and began to reposition.
Sarah Holland was on top of her torturer, Cowgirl style, her chest heaving, and his still stiff dick buried inside her. It made her cry, reason being her body had betrayed her, would her mind do the same? While the kid had given her a hug as he stepped off the bed, he next took hold of her thighs and pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed, so much so it made her gasp. It required no imagination to understand what was about to happen, and he had the ‘evil smirk’ as an 18yr. old Danny Goddard opened her thighs.
“Danny, please!” Sarah found herself saying, “I’m sensi-“ but she was silenced as her tormentor ‘manhandled’ her as he simply pulled her about like an object he owned. She both hated it and was aroused by it at the same time, but she had no time to consider that, because the kid was going to fuck her again. He wasted no time either, pu-uu-shing himself inside her, right into her sensitive vagina. It made her twist and cry out, but he paid her no heed. Once fully inside her, her tormentor gripped her ankles, spreading her very wide, and then began to thrust very powerfully into her. It was ‘erotic’ pain she had not felt in a long time.
As soon as I had her ass at the edge of the bed, I ‘sunk’ all of my rock hard penis into her, balls fucking deep. Her face grimaced, just as I had hoped. I then slid my hands out and gripped her ankles, spreading her legs as far apart as I possibly could, and began a rhythm of steady, hard thrusts; pull back, hold, then in hard. My fuck-toy was liking it, holding her own nipples, and began crying out each time I ‘bottomed’ inside her.
It felt incredible to be in complete control of this MILF, even if she didn’t want it to be that way, but reality is I wasn’t going to be able to go much longer. I could feel ‘the wave’ building in me again, so I went for that last ‘trick.’ After a last, powerful thrust, I began to grind myself on her, and let her groan and writhe. Keeping myself all-in, I positioned myself with her right leg straight up, ankle beside my ear, left leg down low. Now I gripped the thigh of the leg held high, keeping her tight against me, and with the other hand, I gave her exposed clit a squeeze while I fast-pumped my new pussy. It worked.
Sarah had always been a ‘one-orgasm’ girl, or so she thought. When she was being shamelessly fucked with her legs spread super wide, she found herself actually gripping her own nipples, and calling out each time. There was a part of Sarah holland that like to be used, and damned if the kid hadn’t tapped into it.
She had wanted for him to just pop his cork and for it to be over, but then she had felt the wave building. “Da-Danny…I..I can’t…” but he suddenly changed up what he was doing. Now she was on her elbows, her sex pressed in close to her tormentor, & Sarah felt totally dominated. Danny Goddard ever-so-slightly ‘pinching’ her clit along with the fast-stroking made her orgasm a SECOND time. She threw her head back with a bellowing scream.
That second incredible orgasm lasted a solid 15 seconds. Sarah Holland’s mind was sent spinning as she lay there screaming and convulsing uncontrollably the entire time, even kicking her feet. To top it off, her torturer had cum inside her, dumping every last drop of his load. When he finally with-drew he pushed her roughly onto the bed, tossed aside like a used towel. Sarah just lay there in her post orgasmic daze.
Truth was, I didn’t really care one way or the other if she was on any damn pill. I was enjoying myself, making the best piece of ass I’d ever had have an orgasm made me dump it all, every bit inside her. Having pushed her roughly aside, I wiped my cock clean on her yoga pants. I synced my phone with my fuck-toy’s so I had her number now, and began getting dressed.
“Well-well-well, look at the time,” I said, pulling on my pants. “Don’s off tomorrow, so that’s out, but you can bet we’ll be doing a repeat of this and then some on Thursday.” I pulled my shirt over my head, and was able to don my shoes standing up. “Just remember Sarah, you’re at my beckoned call. Just do what I tell you and it’ll all work out.”
Sarah lay there, naked. She had rolled away from her tormentor, but she heard his words very clearly. She asked “When will it be over?”
“When I say so, and not before.” I responded promptly. She looked at me a minute, then rolled facing away. I knew better than to leave her without at least a glimmer of hope, so I added “I’ll let you go soon enough, I just want to have some fun.”
After a long silence, Sarah replied meekly, “ok….”
“Till then!” I said loudly as I was about to leave. To emphasize my dominance, I gave her exposed ass a really hard slap. It made her yelp, and I laughed as I walked through her house. If that ass-slap made a mark, I’m was sure it wasn’t the only one.
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For the moment left in peace, Sarah Holland sobbed her heart out. She felt deep shame for what she had done, her choices made, and what a young man her son’s age had not only done to her, but had yet do! Noting the time, she realized she had to get cleaned up and a few things going before her son got home In the shower, she was able to get the worst of her torturers ejaculate out of her.
Sarah thought she was holding up pretty well until after her son went to bed, when again she cried. But this time, the source of the shame was not her infidelity that took her down this path, but that her body had so badly betrayed her. Sarah had just experienced a second, very powerful orgasm, and she just wasn’t sure what to think of it. She left a note for her boyfriend telling him that she felt sick, and fell into a deep, exhausted slumber.
Sarah had thought she would have a day to herself. She thought wrong. It was just past 10AM when her phone buzzed. Knowing that her boyfriend would be up soon made her heart stop, because that text was very much from her torturer. “Pic of underwear you’re wearing” it said. Quickly she stepped near the bedroom door; he was still sleeping. She was embarrassed as she sent him a quick snap, showing the mis-matched cotton panties and bra.
I got the pic quick enough. “From now on, you are to wear only sating or lace, unless I say otherwise. Change and resend. Do it now.” I grinned.
Sarah shook her head ‘Fucking pervert’. She thought, but she complied, donning a light blue satin/black lace combo she had, and resent.
“oof.” I said, noting that this particular set seemed tight on the bottoms, so I texted “turn and show me the bottoms.”
Sarah sighed loudly. She hoped he wouldn’t notice, but again complied, careful to keep her face out. “ENOUGH.” She texted back.
As a last reply, I texted back a pic of my half-hard dick in my underwear and said “it likes you, see you tomorrow, details to follow”
Sarah barely had time to delete the conversation before her boyfriend awoke. Sarah Holland loved her boyfriend. He was really generous to her and her son, and was like a rock of security. And right now, Sarah Holland needed that rock. Checking how the bra & panty set looked one last time, she decided to show him just how much she cared.
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I woke up Wednesday with a severe boner, apparently from anticipation. Noting that it was nearly 10AM, I texted “Clear your late afternoon, you’ll be busy after 4” and then sat down to a leisurely breakfast.
Sarah was thankful her phone was on silent, as she had been enjoying having her man spooned up to her, and it wasn’t until he got up to make breakfast for her that she saw the text, spoiling her mood. She decided she was going to enjoy her day and deal with that later, damn him, and deleted the text.
I figured on no response, so I sent another that I knew would get at least a reaction. “Something in a box for you on back porch. You’ll be wearing it later.” I had spent the day off doing more than making her send pics, as Sarah Connor was about to discover.
Sarah Connor almost exclaimed “Oh Shit!” aloud before catching herself. Thankfully the BF was not in the room. She made an excuse to keep the shades closed, and after an admittedly great breakfast of eggs and bacon, she was just able to see thru the window the corner flap of a box.
While he was in the shower, she dashed out and grabbed it, stuffing it under the kitchen counter, but not before stealing a glance. In it was a totally TRASHY lingerie set – it looked like something a cut-rate whore would wear, and she was determined to have NONE of it.
I vacuumed and dusted as I promised Mom I would, then sat down to some gaming for a few hours, and after that, I went for a walk, as I was ahead on my virtual learning. I checked my phone and unsurprisingly, there were several texts, all basically saying ‘This has to stop; I can’t do this; yatta-yatta…’
I saw that and simply responded “Look Sarah, if you think you can explain your way out of that video, go right ahead. Otherwise, be at the Belk end of Cross-Creek Mall @ 4:15, and be sure to wear something on top of that lingerie!” that response made me laugh, then I added “Make it a dress, nothing tight.”
About 1, I sent another email, letting my prey know she would be wearing a skirt. I also texted Timmy, who currently owed me some $300 from a recent card game. “Confirm ready, and this will stay between us.” After a minute Timmy sent back “K. I paid up 2?” I nodded. “yes, but remember.” And got back “K”. All was set.
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Sarah chafed in the lingerie, and wearing it made her curse. The damn set was positively lewd, in that it was “open” not only showing her nipples, which really wasn’t a surprise, but in the crotch as well! She had chosen a Casual Pleated dress with a zip front, in a darker color. That along with a hat and sunglasses made her appear the least noticeable, or at least she hoped.
I saw Sarah’s Mercedes at the light, waiting to turn into the mall. “You’ll see me at the door. Follow me, but not closely.” I remained at the door until I saw her park and get out, then walked in. I then moved in and nonchalantly over to a rack…then over farther, drawing my prey along.
Sarah understood the deal, and played it nonchalant as well. She was half-panicking because the little asshole had her in public, and followed him to a more ‘desolate’ portion of the store, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him step past some “Closed to Public” tape and into a closed dressing room!
“Danny...What the Hell?” Sarah said in a hushed tone as she stepped in to a foyer area, where it was apparent two dressing rooms had been removed, and in their place was a combination chair/ottoman. It was round, yet had a backrest of sorts
“let’s just say I wanted a change of pace.” I said with a grin as I moved the cover off the ottoman.
“Are you fucking nuts?” Sarah exclaimed, then followed with “No Danny…NO.”
My face flushed red as I stepped over to Sarah Holland in a flash, getting right up in her face as I grabbed her wrist & twisting it. In an angry voice I replied “I RUN THIS DAMN SHOW.” Seeing her shrink and step back I grabbed her other wrist and pulled her closer to me, adding “No doesn’t exist for you woman, unless you want to lose that Mercedes you pulled up in, plus a helluva lot more. Got it?” she was looking away so I gave her a shake and repeated “GOT IT?”
“got it” she said meekly.
“No doesn’t exist. Say it.” I told her. I needed to break her will.
Sarah looked at Danny pleadingly & said “Plea….” But then she realized there was no ‘please’, just as there was no mercy, at least at the moment, so she meekly repeated “No doe-…No doesn’t exist.” And stared at the young man. At this moment, she could not have felt lower.
I smiled. “very good Sarah, ver-rrrrr-ry good…” I purred. The front of the dress had a zipper, and I unzipped it. Tugging it just off her shoulders bore her breasts. The bra was too small (intentional) pushing them up, and her nipples were sticking out. “Nice” I said and began to suckle them. With my other hand I reached into my little bag I had brought and produced a pair of pink nipple suckers. She grunted as I attached them. Seeing her so helpless made HARD.
Sarah dropped her guard, and the front of her dress, and simply waited. Her torturer suckled her nipples (which in different circumstances would have been nice) & then that asshole applied little suction cups to her nipples. They affected more than her nipples.
I lifted the front of Sarah Holland’s Dress, and I had to chuckle at the sight of her lips poking out of the lace crotchless panties. They were a gorgeous pink, and I wanted them. I unbuckled her belt, and without instruction she simply stepped out of the dress. Seeing my new fuck-toy step out of that dress made me stiff (like I wasn’t already) There were a few hangers still around, so I kindly hung it (hey, it’s a nice dress), and turned to find my fuck-toy already reclining on the ottoman.
Sarah was totally out of her element. Here she was, naked except for her shoes, panties that were that in name only & a too small bra that left her nipples poking out, but hey, at least that little suction on cups on them, right? And to top it all off, she was in department store dressing room in the local mall!
It was terrifying, humiliating, and oddly arousing all at the same time. She sat because she was thought she was about to suck it, but was she surprised when her tormentor knelt in front of her, and wrapped his arms under her thighs, and kissed the inside of one knee. ‘Remain quiet, girl’, she told herself, with a slight gasp of anticipation.
With a look of smug control, I knelt and, wrapping my arms under my fuck-toys thighs, I opened her legs. The smell of her sex was intoxicating, and with a long, slow, la-aa-ap I ran my tongue from her vagina up to her clit. My toy made a loud gasp and ‘mew’ moan. Her legs tried to clamp around my head, but I held them TIGHT, & I repeated the process, this time, making eye contact and holding up a finger to mouth “Shhh…..”
Sarah’s body had again betrayed her, and now it appeared her mind might as well, because as her tormentor undressed her, she became incredibly aroused. When he held his finger to his mouth she nodded, and motioned to him, he reached up and for the first time, they kissed. He may have been average at best in looks, but DAMN could that kid kiss! When he removed the nipple suckers they were engorged and much more sensitive to his mouth, and it made her produce a low guttural groan, Damn-Damn-Damn it felt good.
Lowering myself back down as before, I began a process of using my tongue to ‘flick’ her clit, suckle the labia on one side, give her vaginal entrance a solid lick using the whole tongue, the work up the other side and back to the clit. Sarah Holland’s thighs kept trying to clamp around me, & the way she was holding my head and gyrating told me she liked it, Goodness know I was.
Sarah had one hand on the back her tormentor’s head, the other covering her mouth as she tried to not orgasm. She was at the point of biting her fingers to divert attention and thought she had it, and then that damn kid did it; he sucked her clit into his mouth, & at the same time began pumping in & out of her, and that did it. Her hips bucked on their own as the wave washed over her, and she tried to not make too much noise.
I let my fuck-toy finish her convulsing, and I slowed y fingers to a stop. She was heaving and still coming off the ‘high’ of it, when I shifted so that both her ankles were on my shoulders. I unceremoniously grabbed her hips and tugged her towards me slightly, and with no indication or ‘foreplay’ I thrust all of me right inside her, clamping my hand over her mouth to muffle her cry. Without hesitation I began slamming myself into fuck-toy VERY hard, VERY fast. I had one hand around and on the small of her back, the other at her throat. I was pounding it hard, because I was about to blow my load.
When her torturer “threw his hotdog down her hallway” and started slamming himself in and out of her, Sarah made a series of fast, whimpering grunts, and her body followed with a cascade of mini-orgasms. Her body was completely open to the kid now, he could have whatever he wanted, and was taking it, and her mind was enjoying it as well. Part of Sarah knew she should be fighting back, but the now larger part simply lay there and took it, thinking her torturer would be cumming in her soon.
The wave was there, I could feel the orgasm on me. With a final good stroke I whipped myself out, and stood up. I cupped this total MILF’s chin in my hand and she obediently opened her mouth. With a final hand pump and a grunt, I shot two good ropes of ejaculate into her mouth, some of it hitting her chin. I got some more in her mouth, but the rest landed on her neck, chest, and tits. I got the last bit on her with a few hard jerks, then stepped back, satisfied with my work.
Was Sarah ever surprised when that damn asshole shot his load in her MOUTH! After he dribbled out the last bit onto her chest he stepped back, and released her chin. Immediately, she swirled the foul warm goo forward and spat it out as she leaned forward, saying “asshole” and wiping her chin. Her stomach rolled as she had swallowed some of it, and the taste and what it meant were NOT to her liking, making her repeat her earlier statement, “asshole”.
I smiled at my fuck-toys reaction. “for someone so upset, you sure were willing to let me blast your mouth, not o mention eating and fucking you.” I took one of two small towels I had brought and tossed it to her. After I wiped off using the other I said “There’s a mirror there to clean up, be sure and close the door behind you as you leave.” And without another word said, I left, zipping up as I left. As soon as I exited the closed area, I made my way across the store, where I could just see where fuck-toy had entered the store, and played it cool.
Sarah gagged and hacked a little after he left. She was ANGRY at the situation, what had been happening, including what had just happened. But mostly she was angry at herself for having gotten into this situation, and her mental state that seemed to be oddly enjoying it. Dressing quickly, she was thankful for the glasses & hat that hid her face as she made a beeline out of the mall. As soon as she pulled into her drive, she opened the door and vomited, then had a good cry. It had to end, somehow it just HAD to end.
I saw my toy leave. I then stopped by and let Timmy know we were even, & slipped back over to the room and dug out the two small cameras I had discreetly placed and discreetly exited the mall. In the last week plus my plan had worked far better than I had ever hoped. I was getting laid more than I ever had, and with a woman FAR above my norm to boot! But, the look of desperation in her eyes was palpable, and the simple fact was, if it kept going until it crashed I was the one would be in deep shit. So with that rolling about in my head, I headed home as I needed a shower.
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It was nearly 10PM and I was finishing up some online school work and a university app when I got the text. ‘Danny…this has to stop.’ It read. ‘when did u plan 2 stop with lover-boy?’ I sent back.
Sarah sighed. Don was in his room, doing schoolwork, and her boyfriend wouldn’t be home for another hour. “Danny, please,” she texted, “You know this must end, I’m begging you.”
Acknowledging she was right would give her power, and that wasn’t going to happen, yet I knew I had to give her a glimmer of hope, because she was getting very desperate. ‘tomorrow’ I simply texted, and tossed the phone aside.
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Sarah’s boyfriend gave her a quick kiss and was out the door. He was off to the gym for a morning workout with his guys, and he would meet her for lunch. She was having real pangs of guilt as of late. It was one thing to be forced to give up her body as she was doing, but it was something altogether worse to be enjoying it. She hadn’t offered herself to him for more than a week, and it was all due to her own personal greed. But she kept a good face for him, letting him squeeze her butt and breasts before he left.
I smiled as I watched the car back out of the drive, then go up the street. He had his gym bag, so that meant time. Best part was, Don was gone too. I crossed the street, thru the neighbor’s yard, and hopped the fence, then texted ‘@ ur patio door’
‘Ah SHIT’ Sarah thought. Her stomach knotted, but she knew she had to answer it, and fast. ‘He must have cut thru the neighbor’s yard, thank goodness they’re at work.’ She thought, as went quickly to the back and opened the door for Danny Goddard. “Danny, what the hell are you doing/you want to get caught?” she exclaimed.
I just grinned and said “Shut up Sarah.” Seeing her look of indignation made me hard. She was wearing a robe, which she had tightened when letting me in. I grabbed the sash and tugged it saying “Come on woman, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Tugging the robe and letting it fall to the floor I saw she was wearing only a T-shirt and some cotton panties & commented “Thought I told you I only wanted you in satin & lace.”
“that’s only when I am putting up with you, and don’t tell me to shut up in my own home, Mister.” Sarah snapped back.
I chuckled…then grabbed Sarah by her arm and, tossing a pillow over the arm of her couch, bent her over it. “Maybe you need a reminder of who’s in control here.” I said, as I JERKED her panties down.
“Hey – N-NOoooo!” Sarah called out, but she knew it was no use. She tried to stand back up, only to be pushed down even harder. Next thing she knew, her panties were tugged to her ankles, and she could feel a squishy lubricant being rubbed on the outside of her vagina. He stepped between her ankles, and Sarah grunted as she felt the now familiar invader push it’s way inside her.
PUUSH…then hold and grind, followed by another hard PUUSH-stroke. I held her hips as I power-fucked what I owned, slamming myself in without a care or remorse. I enjoyed her grunts and reactions as I did so. I grabbed a handful of hair, saying “MY – thrust – FUCK – thrust-thrust – TOY – thrust-thrust” and when I reached under and pinched her nipples, Sarah Holland she put her face down in the couch cushion and began to lightly moan as I continued.
Sarah just wanted it to be over. This time, and every time. So she let him fuck her like a piece of meat. But the simple truth was, part of Sarah LIKED it, and she found herself moaning to the pounding she was getting. The nipples being pinched and tugged really made her mind spin, but no, she had to make it stop. It HAD to stop. “Dah-Danny….” She said between grunts “Ahhh….Danny P-P-Please-eee….”
“Whose? – thrust-thrust – Whose fuck-toy? – thrust-thrust” I said loudly. “TELL ME…”
“Ahhh – grunt-grunt – Y-Yours…” Sarah finally said…”I’M – grunt-grunt –YOUR FUH – YOUR FUCK – grunt-grunt – FUCK TOY!!…” and with that she felt her womb being filled with her torturers seed. At least it was fast, & he emitted a loud groaning “yes-s-sssss….” as he did so, and then she felt him slip out of her.
“Glad to see you understand your place,” I said, stepping back. There were some tissues on the end table, and I plucked a few out of the box, and wiped off my shriveling, wet cock. I tucked it back into my sweats and had a seat on the couch, feet wide apart, pointing at a spot between my feet.
Obediently, Sarah did as indicated, pulling her panties up as she did so. She didn’t like being made to sit on the floor of her own home, between her torturers’ feet, but if it brought this to an end, so be it. “Danny, this has to stop. I just can’t – I can’t keep being used like this. It isn’t… it isn’t right. Danny please….”
“Yet you admit that part of you likes it. The way your body reacts tells me so.” I said
“Ok…I-I admit I have a reaction,” Sarah said, “but Danny I am sure he suspects. We ARE going to get caught, and you know this can’t go on forever“.
‘Dammit, she was right, and I didn’t realize the BF suspected,’ I thought, as Sarah whined. “Well, I have given thought to what you shave been saying, and I have an idea.” I finally said.
“Oh?” Sarah responded, “Danny, just tell me…I’ll do it.”
“Well, aren’t you a desperate one…” I responded mockingly
“We’re close to getting caught. I was wrong to start an affair, and mentally, it’s killing me.” Sarah said, then added, “and yes, I’m that desperate.”
I was pretty sure Sarah was getting close to just spilling the beans and letting the cards fall where they may, and THAT put me on thin ice; ice that would break and likely put me in deep shit, so yeah, the end was near.
“Whelp, look at the time,” I said glancing at my watch as I stood, “The hubby will be back, and soon. So here is what you’re going to do. I know Your son and husband will be out of town day after tomorrow. So you’re going to rent a room over at the Coombs Inn just over the bridge in Apalach. I particularly like the ones that face the water. You & I are going to have one last, oh-so-long roll in the hay, fucking each other’s brains out, then off you’ll go, free.”
Sarah blinked; at last there was light at the end of the tunnel! “so you’ll hand over what you have, right?” and without waiting she said , “Yep, I’m in.”
After her tormentor left, Sarah was so relieved, she genuinely smiled. There was a genuine end to this. She could bury this awful segment of her life & rebuild/fix any damage done to her relationship. Sarah’s ‘man’ was home now, she could hear him coming thru the house as she finished cleaning Danny Goddard’s goo out of her. Only barely drying herself, she went out to “greet” her boyfriend, intending to get a start repairing any damage done.
The day before, I sent a text. ‘All set?’
Sarah shook her head, seeing who it was from, simply answering “YES”
I was smiling when I got another text from her “So you will hand over the video then?”
“@ next morning, yes. U go free, assuming you can walk OK” I said, adding “Check in is @ 4PM. C U then.”
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I had been sitting across just down and across from the Coombs when the wolf saw his prey pull in. he gave her a few minutes in order to check in. The wolf started his car, and smiled as his prey exited the office and glanced up at the corner room. I (the wolf) had bribed the desk clerk with a $50 to place his prey (Sarah Holland) where he wanted her. His pants were tented already as he put the truck in gear and let out the clutch. ‘Let the games begin’ said the wolf, avoiding the urge to release a howl.
Sarah had not been instructed to do anything beyond rent the room. She found, upon entering the upper-story room, that it was actually quite nice. Hardwood floor, wrought iron bed, large bay window overlooking the town with the Gulf a block away, and all of it in a Victorian house to boot. Would be romantic, were it not for the reason she was here.
“Here,” Sarah Holland texted, after taking a deep breath. “Uppermost room, 313”
It was hard to not picture myself as a wolf. Afterall, I had been a predator this entire time, and Sarah Holland played the part of the victim, but her body’s reaction told me that she was less the prey than she preferred to have me believe, & I intended to prove that out one last time. ‘Good,’ I responded, ‘you are to answer the door fully naked. Confirm.’ I got my answer as I pulled into the lot. Parking the truck out front, I decided to make my fuck toy wait before I went up.
Sarah could not believe that a certain part of her enjoyed being made to strip and then wait. She had tried to label this as relief that she was near the end of this ordeal, but deep down, something nagged at her, and Sarah understood what it was, she made a deliberate decision to ignore it.
The air in the room was cool across her nipples and her sex as she stood there, waiting. It was hard not to anticipate. It was a shame, Sarah thought. Many women her ag would consider it a high compliment for someone almost half their age to show desire for them. Some of her friends would sure act on it. And while Danny Goddard was average in looks and build, his dick his willingness to use it actually made her just a bit wet at the thought. Dammit, she was anticipating that kid. What was taking him so long?
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I smiled at how she cracked the door at my approach. She was anticipating me, just as I had hoped. “Open that door wide, and don’t move” I said. I then held the door as this gorgeous fully naked MILF stood there waiting on me, totally blushing. Yet her nipples stood erect. “Cold in there I see.” I finally said.
“Danny…” Sarah whined. It was embarrassing to be made to stand there like meat on display, which she was. Thankfully, after a moment more, he stepped in. She felt trashy and aroused, but pushed the thought out, at least as much as she could. Sarah found herself suppressing a smile at what was to come.
Was it me, or did I almost see a smile? I briefly thought. Normally I would ask, but ‘the little head was doing thinking’ at t the moment, so I waltzed on in. If this was to be the “Last She-Bang” then I was dressed for the occasion, that being a nice pair of pleated pants, properly tucked button down shirt and the like. “OK woman, glad to see you understand your place. Now undress me, and fold & place those clothes properly.”
I have to say that if you ever get the opportunity to have a gorgeous naked woman that you about to fuck senseless undress you then fold and place your clothes you should try it! When Sarah got to my underwear I liked that she gave my now quite stiff dick a squeeze through my boxers before removing them. After folding that last bit, she turned and faced me, again with that near-smile. Yeah, she was into it.
Sarah had to admit that part of her was naturally submissive, and damned if the kid hadn’t tapped into it. The surroundings were positively romantic; the Victorian house & room screamed ambiance, and the kid had dressed to impress. He was even wearing cologne, and wow did she ever like the smell of cologne. For a last time to bat, the kid was certainly making the most of it.
Sarah enjoyed the feel of the blankets that the kid wrapped her in, the wrought iron bed making satisfying squeaks as he lay her in it. Danny Goddard was fully in control yet treated her lovingly. Not even her boyfriend did that, and it was nice. Actually, the blankets were only partly ‘round her, because Danny was suckling one nipple while tweaking the other. It made her emit a little moan.
Sarah Holland had impressive areolas, big round ones with almond-shaped nipples, and they made for a mouthful. She moaned a little and arched her back, and when my hand went lower, my toy/MILF opened those thighs with NO prodding. I really didn’t care what she really thought about it, but having a gorgeous MILF getting into it really helped the ego. When I released the nipple from my mouth and kissed her below her breasts, she looked down at me, mouth open, and nodded.
I was enjoying the reaction of my toy/MILF. I got a whiff of her sweet scent as my tongue moved though her pubic hair. Sarah’s clitoris was a dark red, and I heard her moan louder as I stopped at the top. She called out as I simultaneously took her clit in my mouth while pushing my fingers inside her, and her hips bucked in response. I enjoyed my time here, working two, then three fingers inside her as I “tounged” and suckled her clit. She was grinding against me and moaning loudly, and it sounded wonderful.
If Sarah Holland had wanted to hold back, it was gone by the time she could feel this kid, who was treating her like a lover, reached her clit. The combination of the surroundings and the coming relief of freedom made her VERY open to him, so when this ‘lover/kid’ like half her age began giving her oral, her hips bucked and she had to reign it in. Now her hand was on his head, and she was calling out to the dual sensation of being penetrated and ‘eaten’. The sensation was incredible, and Sarah had to remember to not call out the lover/kid’s name. ‘Day-um…..” she moaned
Sarah’s hips were rolling on their own. She had her eyes shut TIGHT; she had given it her best, but the wave was here. When her lover (?) had one set of fingers inside her, the other hand tugging her nipple while sucking her clit, it was far too much. Sarah ‘set’ her feet, and holding her lover’s (?) haed with both hands her moaning wail changed to “DAN-NN-NY-YY-YY!!!!!” as she lifted her hips off the bed in a screaming orgasm.
The way my MILF held my face to her cunt, I was glad to have one nostril ‘free’ in order to breathe! But knowing you’re the reason a gorgeous woman has a screaming shaking orgasm is a REAL boost to your ego. And this was the case here too. Normally, I’d go ahead and hit that pussy, but for this occasion I had something else entirely in mind, based off the layout of the room.
This room had a small “turret” with a 3-window bay widow & padded seat/bench built into it. I was far from the first to have this idea, as the windows had a discreet ‘tint’ of sorts that blocked view from the street which was handy, as this particular “turret” overlooked a historic area, along with the bay beyond. My MILF would never be able to drive by this again without thinking of the view here while getting fucked. PERFECT.
Sarah was shocked when she figured it out, but at this moment, she trusted her lover. Her sex was still very sensitive from that powerful orgasm, but at this moment she wanted more than just fingers inside her, so as her lover backed himself into the bay window, she understood. Tugging his hands to make him stop, she dropped a pillow on the hardwood floor and kneeling, Sarah Holland put her mouth first on the side of her lover’s large, uncircumcised cock, then moved first down to his balls, then back up the impressive shaft, taking the head in her mouth.
Although Sarah let her lover feel the back of her throat, she pulled off of her lover’s dick, and her mouth was where neither of them wanted it to be. Mounting her lover, she felt the soft skin around the head as the cock disappeared inside her, making her emit a long groan. The sun was in process of settling over the bay, making for a romantic view as Sarah Holland bowed her back, and began to ride her lover, cowgirl. She smiled as he tugged with her nipples…and kissed him.
Having my MILF give me head was good, I mean, that girl really knows how to use her tongue, but that wasn’t what I was wanting, and neither did she. Proof of that was when she pulled off and climbed right up, and into the saddle for some good ol’ cowgirl. I took time to suckle the other almond nipple, and when Sarah Holland moaned and began to ride me harder, I switched to tugging & twisting her nipples. DAMN it felt good to be inside her, and I knew she was totally into it when she responded by kissing me.
At the kiss, My MILF’s pace slowed to a grind. I shifted my hands to hold that incredible ass, & the feeling of her grinding that pussy on me made me want to pop right there, but I held on. She leaned back, gasping my arms while I held her ass, and we both watched as we rolled our hips in unison to make my cock slide in and out of her. The feeling of fucking this MILF this way was fantastic.
Sarah loved watching her lover, a man literally half her age, slide his cock in and out of her. It was slick with her juices, and her body totally yielded to it. She also really liked cowgirl, and this variation of being supported while leaning back and being able to see the invader sliding inside her was powerfully erotic, and she felt a small wave/orgasm rolling towards her.
Shifting slightly Sarah began using her kegels to squeeze Danny Goddard’s stiff teenage cock. His reaction was obvious, so she twerked her hips and did it more. “I want you to cum in me,” she said to her lover, “I want you to fill me, please give it to me Danny, please.” And gave her lover’s now twitching cock another squeeze or two, and that did it.
“Oh SHIT” I found myself blurting out. Not only was my MILF on top & fucking me just as I had directed, she was BEGGING me to shoot my load, while using her body to squeeze my dick. With a loud bellowing roar like something from Tarzan. The walls of this Victorian Inn were relatively thin, so without doubt the whole building heard me as I proceeded to empty myself into my MILF, and the icing on this cake was her pulsating pussy that ‘milked’ my every drop, and I was loving it.
My MILF remained on me for a bit, and I had NO complaints. Her almond sized nipples tasted good, and I enjoyed suckling them as I sent soft inside her. Finally I shifted and said “OK pet, let’s have you used that tongue to clean me up, then we’ll move to the bed for another go.” Maybe it was just knowing that the end was near, but Sarah Holland seemed to have no issue obeying my direction.
Sarah remained on top of her lover for a bit, enjoying the view of the sun setting over the bay as her lover’s cock softened inside her. At his urging, she knelt and licked his cock ‘clean’ of both their combined juices. ‘Ah, the advantage of youth’, she thought. Because once she was done, that young man’s dick was again at half staff.
She liked it when her lover took her by the arm and moved her to the bed, just as he said he would. Sarah Holland was fully submissive to Danny Goddard’s urges, and she gave him a mildly submissive ‘Mph’ as he bent her over a pillow at the edge the bed and lifted one knee to open herself. When she felt “the sock” rub her sex, she looked back at him and wordlessly asked for it.
My dick was quick to make a comeback, but so would anyone’s when a gorgeous MILF was licking and sucking it. By the time I had moved her over and she was bent over the bed, it was starting to feel stiff again. There was really no doubt that I owned it, but it was confirmed when my MILF looked back and mouthed the words ‘fuck me’, and who am I to say No to that, right?
Sarah was enjoying this second round. She knew that this time it would take longer, and she was fine with that. She simply concentrated on the feeling of her lover’s dick sliding in and out of her from behind. In this position he was able to penetrate her even deeper, and the fact that he was pushing his full ‘thrust’ into her made with force her grunt each time. Sarah Holland was taking it doggy-style/facing away so she smiled. She did so because she liked it, wondering what was next.
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Seeing my MILF taking every inch of me as I pounded into her was a great view, and I enjoyed this for some time, just steadily thrusting away while this gorgeous woman grunted and moaned under me. She was mare than taking it; she was pushing back into me as well, and I enjoyed watching the ‘ripple’ across her ass from my thrusting. But now it was time to see HOW open she was to me.
I then urged my MILF onto the bed, and moving in behind her again, placed my knees outside Sarah’s, but ‘hooked’ my feet inside hers to hold her legs. I was going to need that, because I pushed my now slick disk down her crack…and nudged against her anus. Feeling her stiffen I moved one hand to her shoulder, the other to the flat of her back and said “Come on pet, you can do this. Exhale and push back…that’s it, breathe….” And then I began a firm, slow, steady push, ignoring her tensing and pleas.
Sarah half-figured this was coming, and she tried to obey her lover, but her butt was TIGHT. She had only tried this once before, and it was not with her current boyfriend. “Danny! – Oooh! Please!” she said. But like an unyielding probe, the invader was moving into new territory. “AHHH!” she called out, because she felt the head ‘pop’ inside her. Sarah realized her eyes were tearing when she called “Wai-WAIT!...(huff-huff) Hold-Hold on Danny, let me adjust…” she cried. Sarah had barely time to catch her breath, when she felt the invader began to move. “Oh SHIT” she said aloud.
“S-Slow Danny! S-Slow…Ahhh….” Sarah said. She was sure that she was a sight, because now her face was flushed, and pushed into the sheets. Sarah groaned as she concentrated on her butt being able to accept her lover’s cock, but after several minutes, Sarah began to experience an almost ‘euphoria.’ The only real pain was at the anus itself, but the feeling of this man being deep in bowels was somehow powerfully erotic, and when, at her lover’s urging Sarah began to vigorously rub her clit, her moans became powerfully loud.
When my head first ‘popped’ in, the way it did so made me surprised there wasn’t a sound! Sarah Holland’s anus was TIGHT-TIGHT-TIGHT, so much so it was a bit painful for me. Actually the way her anus grabbed my dick I’m surprised my eyes weren’t bugging out! I heard my gorgeous MILF cry out, I’m sure any other rooms had to know what we were doing, but I wasn’t going to stop now. Once in I had to go s-l-o-w, but the sight of my dick penetrating my MILF’s anus was just incredible.
It took quite a bit, but very slowly, Sarah Hollands anus began to accommodate me, and I was able to move. Things really got going though, when at my urging she began to rub herself. It must have taken me 10 minutes to get myself in most of the way and able to start to stroke, but once Sarah got into it, her hips began matching mine. This sensation, combined with her pulsing anus had me moaning equally as loud, because an incredibly intense orgasm was rolling my way. I was trying to hold on, but it was a losing battle.
Sarah could feel the wave, and it was a big one. The feeling had gone from having her face stuffed in the sheets and nearly crying to an incredible euphoric wave. It was a combination of erotic pain, sex, her masturbation, submission….everything. ‘DAMN this kid’ she thought. Her hips were now working in unison with her lover, and her anus was ‘pulsing’. Sarah Holland knew from Danny Goddard’s twitching what was coming, and she shut her eyes as she rolled over the edge.
My MILF was working with me. The pulsing of her anus & colon, squeezing my dick as I slid myself inside her was just too much. I heard a sound, a growing wail…damned if it wasn’t me! I was trying my best to hang in there but I was going over the edge. I was holding Sarah's hips and thrusting, when she suddenly began jerking and pulsating too. It was a mutual orgasm, so intense for me I thought I saw fucking flashbulbs.
After they both came, Sarah Holland & Danny Goddard slumped onto the bed. Between their animalistic wailing and the squeaking of the bed, there could be no doubt to ANYONE at the Inn as to what had just transpired, but neither really cared. In fact, they shared a mutual laugh as they lay there in their post-orgasmic delirium., drifting for a time in and out of a mutual dozing state.
We had lay there for a while, naked, staring at the ceiling, but eventually I got my MILF to her feet, and guided her to the bath. This old Victorian house’s bathroom featured a huge Clawfoot tub, so even with the wraparound sh ower curtain there was plenty of room. I enjoyed soaping and rinsing Sarah Holland’s body, and she did mine as well, and at the end, I was sure I had another throw in me.
Sarah lay there for a time and allowed her body to adjust. Afterall, it wasn’t every day she had her butthole penetrated and stretched like that. It was really too bad that they had gotten together under these circumstances, or…’No girl, don’t’ she told herself, but it was hard to not think it when the kid half her age was enjoyed caressing and holding her body in the shower, and by the looks of her lover’s cock, he wanted one more for the road, as it were, and Sarah Holland decided she was just fine with that.
We played a bit of ‘grab-ass’ as we dried off, and found ourselves back at the bed. My MILF had just climbed into bed, when from my little pack I produced an envelope with a thumb drive. “There it is” I said, and tossed it to her.
Sarah’s eyes popped open “Wow! So that is everything?”
“As far as you know” I replied, as I had a seat on the edge of the bed. (I was holding a pic or two, just in case)
“So it’s not everything.” She said sarcastically
“At this point, it doesn’t matter,” I replied. “If either of us “sells out” the other, we’re both assured a lot of long-term hurt, so why worry?”
“True.” Sarah responded, then asked “So why are you even giving me this then?”
“Because you’re right. Sooner or later, we get caught…and I don’t want to get caught anymore than you do, but I’ll tell you one thing…”
“Oh?” she asked.
“You’ve been enjoying this whether you want to admit it or not, and this evening has been proof of it.” As I said that I stood and placed her hand on my stiffening dick. “Take – oooh – what’s in your hand for example – aahhh – (she squeezed it) you seemed only too happy to have it inside you – yesss – (she gave it a pump) so why have some more fun tonight before we go our separate ways?”
Sarah had to admit the damn kid was right. He wasn’t what she would have sought out in a lover to be sure, but so far, he was proving worthy of the name, no matter the means by which this got started. So she simply smiled and rolling away to expose her ass to this young man half her age, she slid herself over towards the edge of the bed, then emitted a laugh as he pulled her. Sarah’s submissive side was going full bore. She was wet again, and groaned with lust as she felt the kid slide the best part of him inside her.
My dick was stiff, knowing I was going to his that pussy one more time, so as she slid towards me I grabbed those hips and moved her to the position I wanted her in. That pussy looked fantastic through the gap between her legs, and with her positioned I eased my hips forward…a nudge here… a bit of a shift…and I slid it inside her like I was a 3rd baseman batted in to home. That gorgeous MILF looked back at me and groaned, shifting and pushing back into me, and I began to happily stroke away, enjoying the squeaky noises of the bed.
Sarah was laying on her side & her lover was standing. He was thrusting powerfully into her, just as she liked it. She instinctively grasped & moved one ample ass cheek open to let him hit her deeper, and grunted loudly as he did so. With her other hand she steadied herself and began pushing back, telling her lover “Ah..YES…Come on….Give it to me Dan-nn-nn-ny…”. Sarah looked away and moaned very loudly. The sound of him sliding into her and the bed made for a lovely noise.
It felt good to give that gorgeous MILF a hard fuck. She was taking everything I was pushing in to her, and asking more for more, even holding her ass open for me. I got even more aggressive, lifting & supporting one of her legs, and with the other hand I grasp her breast & began to squeeze and tug her nipple. When I did I saw Sarah’s face wince, but not from pain, and the tone of her moaning became louder.
‘Oh shit Girl’ Sarah thought. Damned if that kid didn’t go and give her exactly what she had asked for. It was one thing to have him hold her leg and power-thrust himself into her with abandon, but Sarah Holland’s weakness was men playing with her chest, and this kid seemed to enjoy it. He was tugging and lightly tweaking her nipple as he thrust, and it just made her want to melt. It certainly made her gush, and she could feel herself go even wetter. “AHhhhhhhhh….Gah-FUCK me!” she moaned.
I REALLY liked having a gorgeous MILF tell me to fuck her…so I proceeded to do just that. I fell into a good rhythm, pumping away. It felt GREAT to be thrusting inside her, tweaking her breast (she had to really be in to that) while she pushed back into me, and the bed squeaking just made it that much better. I wanted to maintain control though, so I pulled out (much to her dismay)…rolled her onto her back…a little adjustment…and with her knee/ankles together and feet straight up and beside my head, I pu-uu-shed in, and continued to happily pound away.
“Oh-Gah-hhh-h.Da-Dan-Danny-yy-y-y…” Sarah said. It was so good she wasn’t even getting whole words out. The kid was positively pounding himself in to her, and Sarah was positively enjoying every inch of it. She wasn’t to this position on her back, and when her lover held her loges in place with one arm while switching over to her other breast, Sarah Holland found herself squirming in pleasure, as she took it, asking Danny Goddard to fuck her.
I was REALLY enjoying giving it to his gorgeous MILF….MY gorgeous MILF, at least for a bit more. The way she was moving I had to be doing it right, so I cracked open those thighs and only slightly slowing my stride I transitioned to an arm under each thigh. ‘Now for the fun’ I thought, and rolling forward, I moved her thighs up & open until her feet were pointing straight up, and I could feel my mushroom head rubbing Sarah Holland’s cervix. The reaction was priceless.
The kid had been steady at it, plunging himself in and out of her with abandon for what, an hour? Nearly at the start Sarah had glanced at the clock, then just now, and damned if it hadn’t been that, if not more! A super-intense Tsunami had been slowly, steadily building inside her So when the kid rolled her into this position, she wasn’t sure what was going on, but when he shifted up and that fat mushroom head rubbed her G-spot, Sarah simply didn’t know what to do with herself.
“Oh…OH N-No Johna- O-OH-SH-SH-Shit….AHHHH!!!!!!!” When her lover began making those little circles on her G-spot, that was the total shit! Sarah tucked her chin, she tried, but she was well past holding on. Her body began spasming and she convulsed on her lovers cock as she screamed bloody murder. After the build up of steady pumping, THAT orgasm felt like she got pushed into another fucking dimension or something, and the quaking, shaking orgasm lasted a solid 20 seconds before Sarah found herself laying there, panting, completely and totally spent.
I still had one last trick. Well, not a trick so much, but something I’m sure she would remember. With care I rolled my totally compliant MILF over and on to her stomach. I’m sure she was expecting me to violate her in some new way, but instead, I took the bottle of lotion that was on the night stand and, starting on Sarah Holland’s calf, I began a steady, deep massage, periodically switching to her lower back, then to the back of the knees, spine below the ribs…steadily working my way up. In moments, my totally gorgeous MILF was out, in a deep-deep sleep.
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It was well past midnight when Sarah awoke. She was totally alone, and beside the squeaking of the bed, the Inn was silent. Her lover, who had been thoughtful enough to wrap her nakedness in a blanket, was gone. At least he had left a small envelope, and it contained a small hand written note: “You were far too pretty & peacefully sleeping to wake. I’m very sorry for the way we met, but I do not regret what we’ve been doing. In fact, my only regret is that it must end. You are now free, but I will treasure this time always. D.”
Sarah needed to get dressed & get home. Her adult son or husband could be home soon and she could not afford the risk of being caught. It was over, at last Sarah Holland was free. She could now go back to her normal life. Sarah sat at the Inn, alone except for the last moments of her dying double-life, and wept sad, mournful tears
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