Author: arlorust

He uttered some “good girls” and told her how he was going to be a better Daddy in the future. John now hard— Sarah, her mouth now tired climbed up on the mature silvering male and she pulled her cotton panties aside. His penis went in easily because she was soaked and swollen.

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She sat on John with him deep inside of her and she did whatever it is a young girl would do on top of an old man. John got to rest during these peaceful times when Sarah occupied herself. A break from the constant constant chasing and supervision or attention she usually required. It was good to see her busy without a cell phone in her hand. “What would you kids do if all the cell phones suddenly stopped working?” “Daddy that’s never gonna happen.” she’d say, “Phones are more important than food!” She rocked to and fro, some times vigorously with a staccado tempo and then she’d work her canal by bouncing slowly. Simultaneously she used her fingers on her clitoris—pinching and pulling at it, then she’d rub it like a lamp. There was a bottle of Johnny Walker on the night stand beside them. Read more »

“Ok! I’ll watch—you got ten minutes, I have a luncheon, take all your clothes off, everything—socks too, and—um, sit over there.” she said. He got naked quickly, he fell over once when removing a sock and then sat right where she had pointed. “Go ahead, show me your stuff!” It’s always awkward for him in the beginning, he’s very vulnerable and exposed but that is what makes it so thrilling and erotic for him.

“Oh, I can start now—I was—“

“Stalling! Yes, *go*! Ten minutes, eight now!” She set the timer on her phone.

“It’s so small, a rabbit’s is bigger.” she said, “you couldn’t hurt a mouse with that thing, come on now, show me how big it can get.” He stroked and massaged his soft penis with his fingers. “Nervous!” she asked. “A little.” he replied. Keep going she told him. He was having trouble getting an erection, her prodding him to hurry up didn’t help. She told him to get on his knees and she stood in front of him and said he could smell it, but not touch it. She lifted her dress and he sniffed at her twat through her panties. She stood back and saw that he had a hard-on, and what a goodly boner it was. “Stop!” she commanded, and he did. Read more »

She was very sexy and she enjoyed exploiting that vulnerability in males.

Females come into estrus once a month. For some species it’s only once a year that their eggs are ready to be fertilized. But for all males regardless of the state of the females ovulation they are full of sperm and ready to deposit it at a moments notice 24/7/365. And they will, monkeys use a thumb-less simian grip, elephants their trunks and though it is said deer do it, I couldn’t imagine how.

She was known to drop something just so she could bend over in her heels and her short little skirt and pick it up. She never dropped anything when she was alone in a corridor or an elevator. The safety afforded by an escalator step was the perfect time to adjust the buckle of a shoe strap. Child’s play at thirty-seven, this was her show, it made her feel good about herself. She used to have this little cotton checked thing she wore often. The pattern was little quarter by quarter inch pink and white squares. She had the same skirt in black and white and it too was box pleated all around. She lived in these two skirts, they served her well. Read more »

She was on a waist height table in the middle of an open room and she was kneeling on all fours. It was in an old warehouse with block walls and hopper style windows—two of which were open—they were twenty feet above the floor and ran around the perimeter of the warm space. This area was partitioned off from the rest of the warehouse by a shoddily built wall of plywood, it was painted Machine Room Gray. There was a simple light in a tarnished base hanging from its power cord above her. The cord was not swagged, it was just pushed through a hole in the plaster ceiling that looked to be made by the repeated stabbing of a screwdriver in the hand of a workman with no concern for the quality of his workmanship. Ten years of cob webs billowed about it, the light socket and the cord that is. The heat generated by the incandescent bulb caused the ambient air to rise. This set up a convection current. This is what made the cob webs move. A little micro climate was going on above us. What else in life was there that we didn’t notice, that which physics was carrying on all the time. A pair of gentlemen were walking away from her—the woman on the table on all fours. The taller one had the auction literature that he got upon paying his admission fee rolled up in his hand and he was tapping it in the palm of his other hand. The shorter bull like gentleman had a bottle of soda in his hand. Everybody—it seemed, had something in their hand. Read more »

She was on a waist height table in the middle of a large room kneeling on all fours. It was in an old warehouse with block walls and hopper style windows twenty feet high running around the perimeter. The auction area was partitioned off by a wall of plywood that was painted Machine Room Gray. There was a simple light in a tarnished brass base hanging from it’s power supply cord above her. Fifty years of cob webs billowed from it. The heat generated by the incandescent bulb caused the air around it to rise. This set up a convection current. This is was made the cob webs move. A little micro climate was going on above us. What else in life didn’t we notice that physics was carrying on all the time. A pair of gentlemen were walking away from her. The taller one had the auction literature rolled up in his hand and was tapping it in the palm of his other hand. The shorter bull like gentleman had a bottle of soda in his hand. Everybody it seemed had something in their hand. Read more »

After some time and some dinners and a lot of flirting and teasing and waiting and wondering we finally mate. Once she was confident that 26 year old me wanted her in a sexual manner, 37 year old her went to work. Her sex exceeded all of my expectations. She was the horniest woman I was ever with. She had a voracious appetite for the “dick” and all the trappings that went with it. She’d get out of her house leaving her two boys, the husband and mom in the good care of each other and race over to me. When she arrived at our “fuck” place, usually my house, she couldn’t keep her clothes on. If I didn’t respond right away with aggressive sexual advances she’d give signals she was ready. Little yawns, looking out windows, and some pacing around the room. The lioness wanted to be copulated with, there was no doubt about that and she had no patience. Read more »