1. Josephine


    Date: 1/26/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Female Domination, Oral Sex, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    took two steps back and dropped into her couch again. "So tell me, boy, you ever seen a woman's pussy before? Cause you sure as hell look like you ain't. Have you?" "I, I, uh, yeah, sure, I have" I managed to mumble. "You have?" She feigned surprise. I nodded shyly, trying to look her in the eyes but failed. "Then what does a pussy look like? Tell me" she said. "Uh, uh... I don't know. I mean, I'm not sure I can explain." Her straightforwardness embarrassed me and I wanted to get out of there. "That's what I thought!" she yelled. "You haven't! You couldn't tell a pussy from your own dick because you ain't never seen one!" "I really must go now" I nervously said and motioned to stand up. "Oh no you mustn't. Not without learning all about pussies you mustn't. What're you gonna do on your wedding night? Too late then to start improvising." I really had to laugh at that, because although I didn't have anybody at the time, I wasn't exactly a virgin either. And I did have stacks of magazines hidden in my closet. "So you think that's funny, huh? You won't when I'm finished with you, though." She leaned closer. "I hate to see a fine boy like you go ignorant. Tell you what. I'll let you have a free peek at my pussy, and then you can go brag about what an experienced guy you are. How'd you like that?" She leaned even closer and stared me in the eyes. I could count the pores on her broad nose and smell the beer on her breath. I lowered my eyes. "Uh, I don't know, I think I should go" I ...
    somehow managed to utter. Her face contorted and she shot up. "Leave?" she screamed. "Leave? You mean you don't want to see my pussy?" She was towering menacingly above me. "Why? Am I too old for you? Too fat? Do I smell?" Smell she did, but I didn't have the nerve to say yes. I was nervous and her closeness and abruptness had shaken me. "N-n-n-n-no," I stuttered, "I like you. I do." She relaxed at that. She sat back down and leaned back. She was smiling. "Well then, come here, come to mama, boy. Come see what she's got cookin' for you." Saying this, she pulled her knees apart and waved a finger at me. Hesitatingly, I got to my feet. "Don't stand up, you fool!" she shouted. "Down! On hands and knees! Crawl to me, dog!" Her voice was high-pitched, almost hysterical. Her outburst came so unexpected, I actually dropped down on my knees and obediently crawled towards her. "Right here, boy, right here." She signalled for me to position my head between her knees. The bathrobe was still covering her lap. No sooner was I where she wanted me, she started hopping her ass on the seat, inching her pelvis towards me until my face was under the robe and enclosed by her thighs. The sweet, musky smell hit me again, and I knew she didn't wash very often. Along with the smell, a moist heat struck my face. I felt it on my forehead, on my nose, on my lips and on my chin. She opened her robe and from the darkness emerged first a curly bush and under it the bare split face of her vagina. I looked ...
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