I Don’t Wish But I Do

Giving my boss stress relief before his board meeting…

Dressing, undressing, coming or going, out or in, up or down… whatever suits her purpose, as long as it all comes out in the end,

She figured the best way to advertise her interest in having someone in for milk and cookies was to set some out by the front window and see if anyone might be see, come in, have a taste.

It was always like that when she pulled down their pants and exposed their cocks, like discovering gold or opening that special gift on Christmas, the thrill never got old.

Once he locked in she checked out. Somewhere in between one climax to the next she would awaken to the fact that there was a man’s head between her legs lapping at her pussy, licking, kissing and nipping at her erogenous parts. Sensing this it only served to spark her back into the throes of ecstasy, some kind of nowhere land where her body lie racked with waves of pleasure while her mind ceased to rationally function.

She’d resolved to do it. She was married but for all the good it did her she was desperate for attention and to be managed, handled, used, fucked. At her age her body had only become more intense in its fever, this constant urge for pleasure that masturbation couldn’t quite fix. All the porn and online sexting was great but what she needed was the real thing. She wanted to get fucked, fucked hard and long. Something she hadn’t had in years, and now here it was staring her in the face, hotel room, some anonymous guy completely naked, cock erect waiting. She sat back soaking it in, already wet between her legs, knowing now how easy it was going to be, getting men to fuck her whenever she wanted. She was surprised to realize what a freeing feeling that was, knowing being a slut turned her on.

Uhmmm… yeah, that is a cute blouse. Yes, as a matter of fact I did see those too. They’re cute too.

I have her both on 331/3 and 45rpm records. It depends on my mood.

Sure, everybody else has fucked her at the party, you might as well too.

“My closet or yours?”

That’s it. Smile for the camera..

You’re a goddess

She did enjoy her fucking, it was plain to see, and she had learned rather quickly that the easiest way to get fucked was to leave home with no underwear on, wear shirts that were a size or two too small and hang out in a public place. Without fail, before too long she’d be followed home by at least one, if not two or three eager cocks for her to drool and jump on for the rest of the day and night.

She really had thought there’d be drinks and maybe some kissing and heavy petting but she had become so excited about this idea of an online sex date with her husband out of town that she was completely worked up and already squirmy when the guy showed up. Maybe that was why five minutes after the door closed she was on her knees in front of him with his zipper down, his cock erect with cum dripping from the end of it, the rest of it splattered all over her barely undressed chest, evidence of how enthusiastically she had stroked that first of the many to come illicit online dicks she would stroke from that day on.

She wanted to retain at least a small amount of modesty to show she wasn't a total slut.

You hid my car keys in here, didn't you? You crazy slut. Just what did you think was going to happen to you when I found that out?!

Really, do you need to ask?!