1. Mother Dark


    Date: 10/31/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Cheating, Erotica, Hardcore, Wife, Author: AlexDern, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    Mother Dark The mother of three children, Mrs. Prim and proper go to church every Sunday, and the loyal wife of a banker, is Beth. Today she wears black leggings, black flats, a long skirt, and a loose black blouse - for black is a respectable color. She is walking to the grocery store when she gets the call that her husband is cheating on her from the private-eye she hired. She begins to cry. Andrew, please come get me, “I’m having a nervous breakdown.” Andrew arrives in his BMW and picks up Beth. Beth is a simple woman. She’s probably wearing white panties, Andrew thinks, the wide kind that grandma’s wear. Andrew is the detective who discovered Beth’s husband was cheating. He is a man by any other name - all men wonder what type of undies a pretty gal wears…you know - innocently enough. “I can’t believe he did this to me.” She’s crying on his shoulder now. They are at his ramshackle low-rent office. He makes money but he’s frugal. It is a dusty place with a nice computer and office supplies. He pulls her in close and smells her. He is a man after all…not a pussy. His cock stiffens and she feels it as she tears. Normally she would pull away but normally she does not hug random strangers. But again, Andrew is no random man - he had been helping her and tracking her hubby for some time now and she knew he wouldn't hurt her. She squeezed him harder and he felt her breasts on his chest. She was tall, angular, like the brunettes on television, with a jaw bone and those thick ...
    dick sucking lips that were quite rare for a Northern European woman - they tend to have thin and sharp lips. His cock grew hard between her legs as she continued to cry. She reached for his gold belt buckle, her fingers clumsily failing to open it as if to prompt Andrew to assist. Instead he put his arms around her back and with a firm grip held her just under her breasts. It felt natural and raw…he inhaled her and could smell that she was ready for what would come next - the taking. She finally got his buckle open and fell to her knees in mourning and misery - she would regret her actions today but she was split and highly repressed and she needed it like a crack head needs crack rocks. This, she thought, would even things and make her love her hubby again, she did the math, she did the accounting. This was the aspirin to her dilemma. On her knees she pulled out his cock. It came out somewhat hard and somewhat flaccid. It plopped out. She noticed he wasn't circumcised. She pulled back his foreskin with her long, skinny fingers and looked at it crying. She played with it for a bit with one hand while the other wiped her tears. She looked up sadly at Andrew who was now looking down in disbelief - but of course, wonderment too. Her make up was all messy. She looked like a model/crack whore. She blew gently on his shinny tip as it emerged from his crinkled fore skin. She wanted to channel her hatred into raw carnal sexual energy. He let his hangs hang in anticipation and gently ...
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