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Calvin’s thick cock stretched my throat wide as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth with slow, deep strokes. I could barely breathe. Every time he pushed in, my nose pressed against his hard abs and his heavy balls rested on my chin. The blindfold kept me in total darkness, heightening every sensation, the salty taste of his precum, the throbbing heat of his shaft sliding over my tongue, the way my throat bulged around him. “Fuck, Elena…” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “Look at you. My own stepmom on her knees with my cock down her throat. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, walking around this house like a neglected little slut.” He gripped my hair tighter and started fucking my face harder, using my mouth like a toy. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room... gluck, gluck, gluck...as saliva dripped down my chin and onto my heaving breasts. “You’re so much wetter for me than you ever were for Dad, aren’t you?” he taunted, thrusting deep and holding himself there until I gagged. “I bet your pussy is dripping right now. All because your stepson is using your mouth like a cheap whore.” He was right. I was absolutely soaked. My thighs were slick with my juices, and I could feel fresh wetness leaking out of me onto the edge of the bed. My clit throbbed painfully, aching to be touched. Every dirty word and every brutal thrust made me clench and drip even more. Shame burned through me, but it only made the heat between my legs worse. Calvin pulled out briefly, letting me gasp for air, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to the head of his cock. “Tell me how wet you are,” he ordered, slapping his heavy cock against my cheek. “I… I’m dripping,” I whimpered, voice hoarse. He chuckled darkly and shoved back into my throat in one rough stroke. “That’s right. This married pussy is soaking for your stepson’s cock while your husband is away on business. Pathetic… and so fucking hot.” He picked up speed, fucking my mouth with long, powerful strokes, his balls slapping against my chin. I moaned around his thickness, the vibrations making him groan. My breasts bounced with every thrust, still tender from his earlier slaps and belt. The blindfold made it all so much more intense. I couldn’t see him, only feel his dominance, taste his cock, and hear his filthy words as he used me. And I was dripping wetter than I had ever been in my life. Calvin suddenly pulled his thick cock from my mouth with a wet pop. I gasped for air, strings of saliva dripping from my swollen lips down onto my heaving tits. My throat felt raw, but my pussy was throbbing even harder, absolutely drenched and aching. Before I could catch my breath, I felt his strong hands on my breasts. He squeezed them roughly, pushing them together, then slid his slick, spit-covered cock right between my soft, heavy melons. “Oh fuck…” he groaned deeply as he started thrusting. The warm, hard length of his cock glided between my tits, the head bumping against my chin with every upward stroke. He held my breasts tightly around his shaft, using them like a toy, fucking my cleavage with slow, powerful movements. “Goddamn, Elena,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “These tits feel even better than I imagined. So fucking full and soft… perfect for wrapping around my cock.” He picked up speed, sliding his thick shaft faster between my pressed-together breasts. The wet sounds of skin against skin filled the room as his spit-lubed cock fucked my cleavage. Every thrust made my sensitive, still-stinging tits bounce and jiggle. “My father is such a fucking fool,” he continued, breathing heavier. “Leaving a woman with a body like this all alone. These beautiful, fat tits… wasted. He should’ve been fucking them every night, but instead he’s off chasing money while I get to use them.” I moaned softly, biting my lip. The feeling of his hot, veiny cock sliding between my breasts was driving me crazy. I was so wet that I could feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs onto the sheets. Being blindfolded made it even more filthy... I could only feel how hard he was, how warm and heavy his cock felt against my skin, and hear every dirty word. Calvin squeezed my tits harder around his thrusting cock, his thumbs brushing over my stiff nipples. “Look at you,” he taunted. “Sitting here letting your stepson fuck your tits while your husband is away. Such a dirty, neglected slut. These melons were made for this.” He started thrusting faster, more aggressively, his balls slapping against the underside of my breasts with every stroke. My pussy clenched with need, desperate and empty, dripping shamelessly as he used my body for his pleasure. Calvin kept thrusting his thick cock between my pressed-together breasts, using them like a warm, soft fucktoy. His breathing grew heavier, more ragged, as he pumped faster. The head of his cock kept bumping against my chin and lips, slick with a mixture of my spit and his precum. “These tits are fucking perfect,” he groaned. “So warm and heavy around my dick… I could cum all over them right now.” I moaned softly, my nipples aching every time his thumbs brushed over them. My pussy was clenching desperately, leaking nonstop. I could feel a growing wet spot beneath me, soaking through the thin fabric still covering my lower half. Suddenly, he slowed down. I felt him shift slightly. “Fuck, Elena…” he muttered, almost amused. “You’re making such a mess. There’s a huge wet spot on your shorts. Your married pussy is dripping like a faucet just from me fucking your tits.” Before I could respond, he pulled his cock from between my breasts. Strong hands grabbed me and pushed me backward onto the bed. I landed on my back with a soft gasp, the blindfold still tightly covering my eyes. I felt him yank the rest of my sundress down my legs, then roughly pull my soaked shorts off in one quick motion, leaving me completely naked and exposed. The cool air hit my drenched pussy, making me shiver. Calvin didn’t waste any time. He grabbed my thighs, spread them wide, and buried his face between my legs. His hot mouth covered my aching cunt in one hungry motion. “Oh my God!!” I cried out, my back arching sharply off the bed. His tongue dragged slowly up my slit, lapping up my juices before circling my swollen clit. He groaned against me, the vibration shooting pleasure through my entire body. Then he became ravenous, sucking my clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue, before pushing two thick fingers deep inside me. “You taste so fucking good,” he growled into my pussy, his voice muffled. “So sweet and wet for your stepson. Your husband doesn’t deserve this delicious cunt.” He ate me like a starving man, licking and sucking noisily, his fingers curling inside me, stroking that sensitive spot that made my toes curl. I was soaking his face, my juices running down his chin as my hips bucked against his mouth uncontrollably. The blindfold made everything more overwhelming. All I could do was feel his strong hands gripping my thighs, his skilled tongue devouring me, and the filthy sounds of him feasting on my dripping pussy. I was losing control so fucking fast..."So did you two bring me any cookies?" he asked his eyes roaming over us as if we could expertly hide anything in our skimpy clothes. "No, we did not. Sorry about that though. We did not expect anyone to move in today," Rachel replied. "Thank God!" he exclaimed, "I cannot deal with any more food right now." "You're welcome," I replied not very sure of what to say. "You know what, I like you two. Why don't you come inside?" he offered. "Of course," Rachel answered and walked ahead of me into the house but not before throwing me a dirty look that told me she was onto me. "My name is Brian by the way," the new neighbor mentioned as he motioned us into the living room. The house was still piled with boxes and there was very little sitting space. "Looks like you have a lot of work ahead of you," Rachel said as we sat on the couch, "I hope we are not getting in your way." "No, you're not. I'm glad to
"Melissa where are you?" Rachel called out to me as I stood by the window eager to get a look at the new guy who was moving in next door. I turned to find her watching me angrily as if I'd done something wrong. "What is it now?" I asked. Rachel had been like this since she broke up with her boyfriend Joel three days ago. She'd always find ways to torment me and make me as miserable as she was. I'd try all I could to not get on her bad side but nothing I did was good enough for her so I'd come to accept the fact that things would be like this for a while. I didn't think it was worth it though. Joel was a lazy slob who couldn't work to save his own life. He spent most of his time over at our house eating our food and watching our TV. I wouldn't be surprised if he found another girl who was richer and more tolerant of his nasty habits. “What do you mean by that? You're acting as if I'm some monster when you are the one who left your bed unmade," Rachel started to
“You are really gorgeous, I can spend years gazing at you this way,” he said as he nipped at the cheeks of her ass and massaged her flesh to increase her excitement. Then, the young woman heard a noisy slap with her backside burning. He started gently massaging the assaulted spot. “Pamela, I want you to feel the heat, this is how I adore you,” he said. Before she could protest, she received another spank. Pamela attempted to move away but he tugged at her crotch. “Dylan…,” she tried to speak but she did not finish her sentence as she received another smack. That time, he targeted the lips of her vagina and his wet tongue immediately licked the assaulted zone to comfort her. Pamela swayed her hips from side to side through her moans of bliss. An incredible warmth replaced the stinging and this fueled her desire to be consumed. She parted her legs wider while breathing fast as her orgasm was close. Suddenly, Dylan s
“Dylan, please…,” she whimpered while parting her legs wider. “Pamela, I am not done with you,” growled the mature man. “This is just the beginning, get up,” he ordered. She got up and her cunt was still pulsing and begging for release. Her legs were shaking and she struggled to keep her balance until Dylan helped her with a grin. “Dylan, I am not certain this is…,” she panted. “What you thought?” he completed her sentence and she nodded. “I wanted you to take me to your bed and make love to me in your arms,” she said. “This is what I am doing Pamela, I am worshipping you, do not misunderstand that,” he replied. He took Pamela gently in his arms and pressed her body against him as they danced to the music for a few minutes so that she could relax. Pamela felt safe and warm in Dylan’s arms with her head resting on his chest while he rubbed her ass. “Pamela, I always thought tha
Pamela took a good look at her body in front of the mirror after she finished brushing her brown hair. “Not bad,” said the young woman as she was standing just in her stockings with a garter and high heeled dark shoes. She was satisfied with her body. She always thought that her large boobs could be a bit perkier, but they looked beautiful in lingerie and bras with a lovely bounce as she walked. “Okay girl, better finish up and leave,” she thought. For over five years, she had been fantasizing about this. Since she was sixteen years old, she always felt attracted sexually to Uncle Dylan, her dad’s best friend. This was when he spent some times with her as her parents were on a trip. Pamela did her best to seduce the mature man but Dylan did not touch her. However, she knew that he had a good look at her as she had offered him a lot to look at. Pamela never put on a bra and always wore her skimpiest bikini around the pool.
And this is how, in less than an hour, I was in a cab, with one suitcase containing my most important possessions, on my way to the airport. I had taken some clothes, my phone, my laptop, and my brushes, but these did not even make half of what was filling the case. Photo albums and souvenirs with emotional value were the things I cared most about. I tried to pack all of my memories in one bag and I somewhat succeeded, leaving everything material behind. The cab stopped at the airport. I paid and jumped out of it. I kept glancing over my back every few seconds to make sure no one had yet found out that I was still alive, and I was not getting tracked by yet another serial killer. My heart was beating hard against my chest and my pulse was pumping in my ears until I finally went through security and passport control. Getting to my gate, I exhaled all of my worries and let my body relax. Maybe I was going to survive, after all. After waiting for a few minutes, the
Chapter 1: I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of our master bedroom, staring out at the glittering city lights below. The silk robe barely clung to my body, and the cool night air teased my skin underneath. At forty-two, I still looked good, I had full breasts, a narrow waist, and hips that u
Chapter 5: Calvin’s mouth was relentless. He devoured my pussy like he owned it, his tongue swirling around my swollen clit before sucking it hard between his lips. I writhed on the bed, blindfolded and helpless, my hips grinding against his face as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Every lic
Chapter 3I stayed locked in my bedroom all night and all through the early and late hours of the morning. I barely slept, my heart still racing from what had happened last night. Every time I thought about going downstairs for something to eat, my stomach twisted with panic. What if Calvin was th
Chapter 2The hot water pounded over my body, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning between my legs. I leaned harder against the tiled wall, legs trembling as I fucked myself with three fingers, thrusting them deep and fast into my dripping pussy.My mind had completely surrendered to Cal







