over the garden fence when she’d been sunbathing in her bikini. The danger and excitement sending her arousal sky-high, she decided that she’d given Brian long enough. She walked up the path to the front door and rang the bell.
‘Can I help you?’ a woman asked, opening the door.
‘Bedroom furniture,’ Anne said. ‘Your husband arranged—’
‘Oh dear, he obviously forgot to tell me,’ she cut in. ‘Please come in.’
‘Men are all the same,’ Anne said, chuckling as she stepped into the hall. ‘My husband forgets everything.’
‘Oh, the bedroom furniture,’ Brian breathed as he joined his wife. ‘Sorry, dear, I forgot all about it.’
‘It won’t take me long to measure up,’ Anne said. ‘And then I’ll get the quote in the post to you.’
Smiling at Anne, Brian winked. ‘Er … I’ll show you upstairs.’
Following him, Anne felt her stomach somersault as she imagined having sex with the old man in the marital bedroom. Luckily, his wife had gone into the lounge, giving her the opportunity to play her wicked game. She loved playing games, and this was the most dangerous one yet. Her clitoris swelled as she followed Brian into the bedroom and she lifted her short skirt and pulled her knickers down to her knees. He gazed at her bald sex folds and grinned as she parted her succulent lips and exposed the inner wings of her teenage pussy. Wasting no time, Brian pushed the door closed and unzipped his trousers.
‘You’re a naughty little slut,’ he breathed softly. ‘Bend over the end of the bed and I’ll give you the fucking of your young life.’
‘And you’re a dirty old man,’ Anne replied, leaning over the bed and keeping her skirt up.
Brian’s swollen knob slid between the hairless lips of her wet pussy and his rock-hard shaft entered her. He grabbed her shapely hips and drove his organ fully home. Anne gasped in the grip of her arousal and excitement as he began his fucking motions. Imagining his wife walking into the bedroom and witnessing his crude act, she reached behind her slender body and parted the rounded cheeks of her bottom wide. Brian was gazing at her tight anal hole, she knew as his swinging balls battered the hairless mound of her mons. Would he fuck her there? she wondered, picturing his huge knob slipping past her anal ring and driving deep into the dank heat of her bowels. Would he pump his spunk deep into the humid depths of her rectum?
‘You really are a filthy slut,’ Brian gasped as the squelching sound when his rigid prick plunged into Anne’s vaginal juices mixed with Robin’s sperm resounded around the room. ‘God, you’re so wet.’
‘You
make
me wet,’ Anne breathed. ‘I’ll bet you never thought that you’d be fucking a teenage girl in your bedroom.’
‘I never thought that I’d be fucking anyone again in my life, let alone a horny little beauty like you.’
‘I’ll have to come round and measure up for bedroom furniture again. Of course, you’ll have to make it worth my while.’
‘I wondered when you’d ask for money. How much do you want?’
‘What am I worth?’
‘Does fifty per fuck suit you?’
‘Perfectly. Now, give me your spunk.’
Stifling her gasps of pleasure as her solid clitoris exploded in orgasm, Anne was beyond caring about right and wrong. If the old man wanted to pay her to fuck her and take her to massive orgasms, that was fine by her. The idea of prostituting herself didn’t bother her any more. Why shouldn’t she earn some cash from her young body? she thought as her orgasm peaked and she cried out in the grip of illicit ecstasy. Whimpering softly, she threw her head back and rocked her hips to meet Brian’s penile thrusts. If only his wife would walk in, she imagined wickedly, picturing the woman screaming before she left the house in disgust.
Finally coming down from her powerful orgasm, Anne lay face down on the bed as Brian slipped his cock out of her newly spermed vagina and zipped his
‘Can I help you?’ a woman asked, opening the door.
‘Bedroom furniture,’ Anne said. ‘Your husband arranged—’
‘Oh dear, he obviously forgot to tell me,’ she cut in. ‘Please come in.’
‘Men are all the same,’ Anne said, chuckling as she stepped into the hall. ‘My husband forgets everything.’
‘Oh, the bedroom furniture,’ Brian breathed as he joined his wife. ‘Sorry, dear, I forgot all about it.’
‘It won’t take me long to measure up,’ Anne said. ‘And then I’ll get the quote in the post to you.’
Smiling at Anne, Brian winked. ‘Er … I’ll show you upstairs.’
Following him, Anne felt her stomach somersault as she imagined having sex with the old man in the marital bedroom. Luckily, his wife had gone into the lounge, giving her the opportunity to play her wicked game. She loved playing games, and this was the most dangerous one yet. Her clitoris swelled as she followed Brian into the bedroom and she lifted her short skirt and pulled her knickers down to her knees. He gazed at her bald sex folds and grinned as she parted her succulent lips and exposed the inner wings of her teenage pussy. Wasting no time, Brian pushed the door closed and unzipped his trousers.
‘You’re a naughty little slut,’ he breathed softly. ‘Bend over the end of the bed and I’ll give you the fucking of your young life.’
‘And you’re a dirty old man,’ Anne replied, leaning over the bed and keeping her skirt up.
Brian’s swollen knob slid between the hairless lips of her wet pussy and his rock-hard shaft entered her. He grabbed her shapely hips and drove his organ fully home. Anne gasped in the grip of her arousal and excitement as he began his fucking motions. Imagining his wife walking into the bedroom and witnessing his crude act, she reached behind her slender body and parted the rounded cheeks of her bottom wide. Brian was gazing at her tight anal hole, she knew as his swinging balls battered the hairless mound of her mons. Would he fuck her there? she wondered, picturing his huge knob slipping past her anal ring and driving deep into the dank heat of her bowels. Would he pump his spunk deep into the humid depths of her rectum?
‘You really are a filthy slut,’ Brian gasped as the squelching sound when his rigid prick plunged into Anne’s vaginal juices mixed with Robin’s sperm resounded around the room. ‘God, you’re so wet.’
‘You
make
me wet,’ Anne breathed. ‘I’ll bet you never thought that you’d be fucking a teenage girl in your bedroom.’
‘I never thought that I’d be fucking anyone again in my life, let alone a horny little beauty like you.’
‘I’ll have to come round and measure up for bedroom furniture again. Of course, you’ll have to make it worth my while.’
‘I wondered when you’d ask for money. How much do you want?’
‘What am I worth?’
‘Does fifty per fuck suit you?’
‘Perfectly. Now, give me your spunk.’
Stifling her gasps of pleasure as her solid clitoris exploded in orgasm, Anne was beyond caring about right and wrong. If the old man wanted to pay her to fuck her and take her to massive orgasms, that was fine by her. The idea of prostituting herself didn’t bother her any more. Why shouldn’t she earn some cash from her young body? she thought as her orgasm peaked and she cried out in the grip of illicit ecstasy. Whimpering softly, she threw her head back and rocked her hips to meet Brian’s penile thrusts. If only his wife would walk in, she imagined wickedly, picturing the woman screaming before she left the house in disgust.
Finally coming down from her powerful orgasm, Anne lay face down on the bed as Brian slipped his cock out of her newly spermed vagina and zipped his
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