Author: whoreseeker12

The Day I met yourhusband

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The best whores are like you who need dominant men like me. You are always horny and your engorged pussy always.hungry to be used and fucked.

The weak fool you married probably likes big tits but has never really owned and enjoyed them. Just give me your address and I won’t show up like a coward in the night. I will knock on your door and if you answer I will call your husband to the door and look him in the eyes and say “Im here to fuck a whore”

You will realize suddenly who I am. You regret instantly that you gave me your address. But your first orgasm is not long away. I clench my teeth and I grab your husband by his neck and calmly tell him to not say a word or I will beat him unconscious but that if he plays it right he might find a secret or two out about his bitch wife.

He opens his mouth and says “Im sorry” , doesn’t he say that often? How could he apologize? I tell him to sit and he does. I turn my attention to you. Read more »

Day 2

Day 2

D2

After a couple of hours of sleep I hear you restless in the room. Sticking and hot, hungry and a bit dazed. I turn on the hot shower for you, steam up the bathroom and light some candles. I help you walk to the shower and soap you up. I wash your body and lather you up making sure I touch you everywhere, softly, taking advantage of groping you.

I bring the showerhead between your legs and set it to hot blasts. It’s soothing and it’s cleansing you. It feels good to have your pussy rested. Little did you know that day 2 would be worse and day 3 would leave you dismantled and devastated.

I’ve prepared a nice meal and you regain your strength. You ask if you can call your husband and I say yes, tell him to come by later tonight to pick you up. He’s upset and had called you a million times wondering where you have been. Read more »

Day 1

I have always had a desire to bring an innocent and sheltered woman into her sexual prime. I often have woman come to my woodworking shop looking for a bench or cabinets. They are housewives that have not been fucked in years, some never. Sex, yeah all the time, but ravaged and deboured, never once. I imagined you coming to my shop in your khakis or Jean shorts. The oversize T-shirts that hide your humongous sloppy tits. They too have never been handled by a man. Only squeezed by a boy, that is, somebody with no imagination on how to fuck them, smash them against the floor or wall. Or lube them up as a thick veiny cock slides between them poking it’s snake eye across your chin and lips.

Your reluctance to come back soon means to me that you feel shame doing this. You are unfamiliar with how nasty fucking can get. Yet, no matter how hard you try you can’t help feel your cunt crave what it doesn’t know, being fucked continually, forcibly, and relentlessly. Read more »