Local Totty Needs More Attention

Local Totty Needs More Attention
A couple of days after my liaison with the neglected milf Jo, she text me to invite me over for an afternoon of, as she put it, ‘adult fun’.

As an adult, and a fun-seeker, I could hardly refuse, could I? So I feigned sickness from my course and drove the few miles to her house in an expensive looking, modern mini-estate on the edge of the local village.

I stopped on the way for some supplies and got a strange look from the checkout girl as she scanned a half bottle of whisky, a pack of condoms, a tube of lube, a roll of tape, a short, fat cucumber and a bunch of flowers.

‘I’m planning a romantic afternoon.’ I told her as she blushed, and maybe my imagination, squirmed slightly in her seat. Definately fuckable, maybe 20, mousey hair, feigned shyness, nice figure as far as I could tell.

I left her with a wink and sauntered out of the shop.

I didn’t really have a plan for what I was going to do to Jo, but I knew she was keen on being dominated, and having all her holes filled so I would probably tie or tape her up and get inserting!

Her house was much of a muchness with the neighbours, detached, big gardens with driveways, double garage, all really well presented.

She answered the door, just wearing casual clothes, jeans, loose top and slippers and ushered me in. She looked a bit nervous, but laughed when I handed her the flowers and the bag of shopping.

‘How long have we got?’ I asked.
‘At least 4 hours until he gets home, maybe more.’
‘Plenty time. Get some glasses?’

We went into the kitchen and I poured us each a hefty shot of whisky. She knocked hers back, whilst I sipped mine.

I moved to her and took her in my arms and we kissed. I love the taste of booze on a woman’s lips and my cock started to stir. I stroked her arse and reached under to give her mound a squeeze.

‘So,’ I said, breaking off. ‘What are you up for?’
‘Whatever,’ she said, ‘I’m not sure what you are going to do with that cucumber, though…’
‘I’ll think of something.’ I grinned my best wicked grin, and she smiled back.
‘Do you want to be a slut?’ I asked.
‘I want to be your slut.’

So we went to the bedroom and I lay on the bed. ‘You can’t be a slut dressed like that.’ I told her.

I helped her look through her wardrobe and drawers and I chose a push up bra for her tiny tits black mesh knickers and black hold ups with a lacy top, along with some strappy high heeled sandals. She undressed.

Standing in front of me I could see her erect nipples, like bullets, pink and proud, a little bit of a tummy, and a smooth pubis. ‘Turn around’ I ordered, which she did. Nice shoulders and arch to her back, and firm, if small, buttocks.

‘So,’ I said, ‘ you’re gonna do whatever I tell you, right?’ She nodded. ‘Well, I’m gonna roll a big fat bifter while you get dressed, then I am gonna tie you to the bed, lube up all your holes, slap them around a little bit, put things into them, spit on you and call you names. How’s that for starters?’

Ten minutes later, after smoking the joint and finishing my whisky we a both slightly buzzing. I have her face down on the bed, legs spead, ankles tied to the bed posts, wrists taped behind her back, she was already writhing and I had hardly touched her.

‘Oh yes,’ she moaned, ‘I’m so fucking horny, I’m your slut, I’m your three hole slut!’

‘You’ve got more than that’ I said, and to prove it, I put two fingers into her nostrils and pulled her head back. I straddled
her back like this and started gently bouncing up and down. My cock was stiff as a bone and looked red and angry. ‘My cock is your boss now, if you are good, my cock will be in your mouth, in your twat, up your arse, then as a special treat, back in your mouth again. You want that, you dirty cunt?’
‘Fuck, yeah! I want it everywhere, I want it now!’
‘Patience.’ I said climbing off her.

I stood at the foot of the bed, cock in hand, savouring the scene. I stroked up her stocking legs, running up tbe insides of both thighs, I pinged her stocking tops. I caressed her cheeks, and slipped my hand into the leg of her pants, teasing her crack. Then I spanked her, not hard at first, one cheek, then the other, stopping every two of three to rub the heat into her reddening buttocks. As the slaps got gradually harder she began to gasp. ‘Yes, you dirty big fucker,’ she moaned, ‘make me scream.’

After about two dozen slaps, I pulled her panties to the side and spread her arse cheeks. Her little puckered hole pulsated nicely.

‘I cleaned my anus for you sir’ she sighed.
‘I think I’d better check how good a job you done.’ I said, lowering my tongue to her bud.

It tasted great, hints of aloe vera, and the unmistakable musk of sex. Her anus opened nicely as I probed it with my hard, pointed tongue and I dribbled saliva into her hole.
‘That’s it you dirty bastard, tongue fuck my arse!’

I really wanted my cock in her mouth right now though, so I moved again, getting the lube out of the bag.

‘Right, I’m gonna fuck your mouth now!’ I growled. I knelt by her head and fed her my cock. ‘I want you to work it with your tongue, slut, and I want it slick with spit.’

She could do as she was told and soon she was slavering all over me and tongueing my head. I reached down to her arse and squirted a generous dollop of lube onto her ass crack. It must’ve felt cold cos she flinched slightly. I eased my middle finger between her cheeks and tickled her hole. Before long my finger was buried deep in her arsehole, while she continued to slobber on my cock. I worked my index in as well and she was taking it no bother. She was doing a good job sucking me, but I didn’t want to come just yet, so I got off her and got the duct tape. I used it to tape her arse cheeks open and I knelt between her legs and put my fingers back in her arse. From this position I could kind of lift her up with my fingers hooked in her and she bucked her hips in response.

‘You are one filthy cunt, you know that?’ I told her. ‘You love it up the arse!’
‘No! I hate it! I’m only doing it cos you are making me!’

Well that spurred me on and my fingers were sliding in and out as I banged her hard. When I took them out they were stained with the lube and her arse-juice and i got her to lick them clean.

‘It’ll be my cock you are cleaning with your mouth next.

I untied her and let her stand while I prepared another smoke. I got her to remove her knickers and sit in a chair with her legs over the arms. ‘I want to watch you fuck yourself.’

She complied, slowly at first, running a painted fingernail up and between her labia, then finding and flicking her clit.

‘Open your cunt.’

Using one hand she spread her lips and I could see how wet her gash was.

‘How many fingers can you get in?’

Having small hands, before long she was fisting herself with four fingers up to the knuckles and her thumb on her clit. I lit the joint and had a good three or four tokes before I passed it to her.

Next I had her on her back on the bed legs in the air, shaved cunt spread and framed by her hold ups. ‘Do you want to get fucked?’ I asked. She nodded.
‘Fucking say it then.’
‘I want to get fucked!’
‘Say it nicely.’
‘I want to get fucked, please.’
‘A bit nicer…’
‘I want to get fucked, pretty please… sir?’
‘That’ll do.’ I ran my swollen glans up and down her pink slit a couple of times then slipped it in. She was surprisingly tight, despite the four finger bang she had given herself and I soon became lost in the rythym of sliding my hard pole in and out of her wet snatch. She was cumming and I told her to shout it out.
‘Oh fuck, I’m cumming! Oh yes, fuck me you fucker! Fuck me harder! Faster! Fucking do it! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, fucking yes!!!!’

As her orgasm subsided I thrust a few more times then withdrew. Her fresh fucked cunt looked delicious in the afternoon sun slanting through the blinds, so I got down, lapping up her juices, sucking on her clit and labia, nipping her with my teeth, gradually getting rougher as another orgasm built, finally she could take no more cumming again strongly and pinning my head between her thighs. I continued to lap at her clit, but she was hypersensitive now and tried to push my head away, ‘Oh fuck,’ she moaned, in ectsasy, ‘No more, I can’t take any more!’

‘That’s what you think,’ I said. I sat up, forcing her legs apart and brought my open hand down on her clit. Not too hard, but not soft either. ‘OH FUCK!’ She screamed. That was the kind of reaction I liked, so she got it again. Her cunt was flowing now and I alternated fingering her g-spot with spanking her vulva.

This was great, I thought, but I still had to sodomise her and find a use for that cucumber. I allowed her up to recover somewhat.

‘Jeez, I’m sore.’ She smiled.
‘Sorry.’ Not really.
‘I like it.’
‘So do I.’

Five minutes later she is in doggy position over the edge of tbe bed, toes on the floor, legs spread wide with the thick end of the cucumber, rubbered and lubed, jammed into her cunt and I am pulling it out and ramming it back in again. I am pulling her head back by the hair. I want to fuck her up the arse with the cucumber in her cunt but the way it is sticking out is making it awkward, so I break it in half and leave a portion in her. Her arse is still lubed from earlier and all tbe spit and cunt juice, but a little extra doesn’t do any harm so I squeeze some on to my tip before I aim for her anus. There is a bit of resistance at first but once the head slips in the rest follows slowly but surely and next thing I know I am balls-deep up her shitter. I can feel the bulk of the cucumber in her twat as I gently thrust. She is moaning again, so I reach forward and hook her mouth as I start to arse fuck her. The sounds coming from her are now guttral, a****listic and that spurs me on even more.

God, I am going to shoot the biggest load ever, but I can’t decide whether to stay in her arse or to dump it on her face. Fate takes hold, I’m cumming and theres no stopping it, I unload deep into her colon and she knows and starts cumming too. I pull out and order her to suck my cock clean, like I promised her and she obliges like a good girl.

‘Same again next week?’ I ask as she sees me to the door.
‘Yes, ok, but I have a friend whose husband neglects them as well, maybe you could help her out?

Maybe

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