1. MasturChef


    Date: 11/7/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Mature, Author: dantheman1980, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    For some time I've had a crush on my older neighbour a block over from my house. I'm mid-30s and although she's in her fifties you wouldn't know it. She's petit, half-Indonesian and dark skinned, and with short dark hair with the body of a ballerina! I met Mandy at a BBQ a decade ago and hit it off instantly, since we're both like-minded and honest people with a similar sense of humour. She's married to an investment banker who's never home and her three k**s are always off out somewhere, so whenever we catch up it's always just the two of us. I'm also an aspiring chef, so knowing Mandy is a plus. I get to know her f****y secrets in trade for my own and we get together once in a while to compare food. The problem used to be that I would feel a little awkward around her because little did she know how furiously I sometimes masturbated over the thought of having sex with her. It got to the point that occasionally I would wear a cock ring and also wrap it around my scrotum for added effect and wear it under my clothes when we met so that I could fantasise about her when I was in the same room as her. When she'd leave I'd rip my clothes off and go wank myself to an intense orgasm until I spurted come all over the bathroom. I had it bad for her. Recently I started to flirt with her. It started off light and only ever suggestive in the sense that it was a joke and meant nothing but when she started to flirt back it started getting heavier as it went back and forth. One day not so ...
    long ago it all came to a head. Mandy brought an Indonesian curry around for me to sample and I had some smoked pork for her to try. I couldn't help but laugh when her eyes rolled back in her head and she sighed at the taste of my pork. 'No woman can resist having my pork in her mouth,' I proclaimed victoriously and then burst into laughter. Mandy couldn't contain herself, unable to laugh out loud for fear of dropping half-chewed food all over the counter. I apologied and got her a napkin before spooning up some of the curry and tasting it. It was the best I'd ever tasted, with a secret hint of tamarind beneath the chilli and garlic. 'My god!' I said, putting an arm around her and hugging her close, at which she smiled with a raised brow. 'Run away with me! Leave the husband and k**s behind! They'll be okay, they'll survive on pizza!' 'Aww, I thought you were serious,' she said, clutching me by the hips. 'Well, I can't afford to run away but you're always welcome to come and hide in my kitchen cupboards,' I said, grabbing her by her own hips and lifting her onto the counter. She yelped then, laughing like a teenager, then sighed. 'I wish. I never get any excitement at home!' 'You mean getting put in cupboards or something along the lines of the pork innuendo?' I asked, suddenly attempting and just as quickly failing at being serious. 'I haven't had a good pork in years,' Mandy said with a sad face, 'why do you think I keep coming here?' 'I honestly thought it was my food that ...
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