The ride to Tony’s home had been a conflicted affair. One minute she would be thinking about Richard, what he would think if he found out–it would mean a divorce–maybe, and the next her stomach would be in knots thinking about her son Tommy finding out. This would be a story that would get around the school, his mom was a slut, it would be too juicy for the gossip to not get everywhere.
Yet she found herself swimming in anxiety and still turned on. She was awful, she knew it, but this whole situation had a way of leaving her horny beyond what she knew was possible. She felt her whole body was a sexual instrument for this young man to play, something she hadn’t even felt in her younger days, and something Richard had never inspired.
Her European car parked across the street from Tony’s. It was a long walk of shame across the street to that dark side of the suburbs where the losers lived. Wearing her work-out clothes might not a been a good idea, she had to have a good excuse for getting out, and as she bounced in her sneakers to the door she started thinking about leaving. She could just run, this whole experience could be forgotten and denied and she could go back to that quaint and boring family life she had built for herself.
Just then Tony opened the door wearing only his underwear. He looked out across the neighborhood surely noticing all the eyes watching them, he coolly ate an apple and then looked the older blonde wearing yoga pants and a size-too-small sports bra up and down before motioning her to come in.
She was overflowing, she thought she might explode waiting on that doorstep with those eyes surely watching her, no woman her age should be doing anything like this and it got so she couldn’t even let herself think about anything but what Tony would say. She wanted to have some witty rejoinder, maybe a jab at the house or something but he didn’t do anything overwhelmingly offensive when she entered the house.
“This way,” he said leading her to his room, “were you working out?” He asked turning around with a soft half-smile against his head cocked back eyeing her as she looked his toned and muscular body up and down as he conveyed himself ahead of her.
“It was just an excuse to get out of the house,” she said in her least happy to be here tone possible. “Can we make this quick?”
“I guarantee it won’t be quick,” he said opening the door to his room and welcoming the woman inside. She sighed before catching sight of his computer screen, a picture of her vagina draining his semen emblazoned on it.
“You like it?” he asked and watched her, she was like a deer in headlights but there was something beneath that. She was turned on. His hand clasped onto her ass, drops of spring heat sweat leaking from his hands onto her legs and ran down her smooth legs; fingers sneaking below and crossing against her engorged lips pressing against those tight leggings, she had practically ruined them on the ride over but now they must something else, she thought.
No looking back at him, a shudder but still no looking at his snide face as he played her like a harp. But she couldn’t fight it, she had come here with one thought on her mind, she knew it, she wanted what only he could give her. She just didn’t want to look like it, a woman like her wasn’t supposed to think like this, escaping from her family to get pounded, ruining her panties and having to throw them out on the highway back else they link back to her secret shame.
His hand moved up her tummy, she had gone to tan since last they met and the perspiration glistened against his grip, softening to find her breast packed tightly into her top so much so she could help but jiggle as release an “ohhhh” at the slightest glance. Her hands gripped the desk as her eyes stayed on the image of her shame.
“I want your panties,” he said into her ear with that small but firm voice of his. She noticed how dark the room was, she thought some drums were playing but it was her heart beating as loud as anything ever. She made a reticent moan but began to slide her pants off, they still clung to one sneaker’d foot when she started to remove those panties, thin and wet, down her shaking legs. She was a woman, goddamnit, but she *was* a woman.
She turned, finally staring at him and his outstretched hand as she smiled impishly and dropped her discrete treasure in his hand. She looked at his body, he shined lightly in the darkness from the heat just like her, the little ray of light between the drapes was working overtime to give her some image of the man she wanted so badly, cock noticeably pressing outward against his underwear, the only thing he had on and it wasn’t doing a very good job of slowing her imagination.
He pressed the panties between her lips and into her sneaky, impish smile as it warped and crept back and she found the taste mixing with her saliva. She couldn’t do anything, his hand grabbed hers as she tried to pull it out, he made eye contact and shook his head and her hand pulled back and accepted her treat. He twisted her arm, it lead and her body wrapped itself over the bed, her legs slightly spread ready to take him now, he had taken the last of her dignity and she needed a release. She had finally accepted this truth when she found her hands getting tied to the other side of the bed.
“I don’t want you getting away from me,” he said with a laugh and a tug on the restraints. She pulled on them, she rocked her hips back and forth trying to turn over and see if he was doing something else but then he entered her and the muffled noises barely made it past her lips, pulling up on the bindings she felt his hands grab tightly around her hips to help him hold her in place.
She struggled, tightly the pain dug into her wrists but the pressure of him on her other end started to take over. She gave in and she liked it. Richard would of never done this in a thousand lifetimes. Tony had been a man and it made her feel like a woman. He slid himself further inside of her warmth, she closed her eyes and let the drool spill from her lips as he rocked back and forth into her and she tried to open up for him, to cock her hips just right for him so he could fuck her just right and like nobody else ever did.
“I came,” he said, she didn’t need to be told, she wanted it and it gave this warm feeling to her. She slumped back down onto the bed ready to remove the restraints and maybe just lay with him for a few minutes before she had to drive back. She wanted some time holding him and feeling his sperm inside her.
“You want some more?” he asked with that small voice in her ear that sounded like a special melody just for her. She shook her head up and down.
“OK, I invited some guys from the basketball team over.” Her eyes darted up but he put the paper bag around her head. “This will keep your identity safe.” She began to struggle again, she hadn’t agreed to this, but his hand spanked her ass, fingers momentarily massaging between her legs and reminding her who was in charge now and she liked it.
The basketball players weren’t so bad, she heard two guys talking and she didn’t really have to do anything. They were nice, they said nice things to her about how nice her ass was and how good her pussy was as they rode her, and they made her orgasm like a million times until she was a sweaty stain on the bed full of cum. But time sort of started flying when that happened and before she knew it she was being helped up by Tony as he lay back against the wall and his bed and pulled her to lay her tear-soaked face on his chest, his hand resting on her cum-filled ass as the sound of his heart beating in his chest filled her ears.
She had been so horny on the ride over here, so ashamed, now she was ashamed and full of so much cum and drunk from getting fucked for hours like she’d never been in her whole life. Richard wouldn’t approve of any of this.
“You ready?” Tony asked.
“For what? Do I need to go home?” She was willing to leave, she would be his side-thing, she imagined.
“No, the video uploaded, you can watch yourself online.”
It pulled her from her catatonia as she looked at the computer screen to see a video labeled “milf fucks two BBC” playing on PornHub.
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