1. Cunt Whisperer


    Date: 1/10/2016, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 88, Source: xHamster

    --==+==- Dan Raddison was a normal guy. A boringly normal guy. He'd finished school at a small university, and moved to the big city. He'd been mildly successful, well if you can call a good job, a paid off car and a nice apartment &#034successful&#034. He was a nominal guy. Almost boringly nominal, some would say. But, unknown to everyone, himself included, something lurked inside him. Something unusual, and in many ways beneficial to him, as we shall see. The first inkling of it was one Saturday, when he was at the local Walley-World. He was looking at shirts. Dan was normal in height, weight, and looks. He was not overwhelmingly attractive, but he was not an ugly mofo either. Like I said. Normal. Anyway, he was standing there going through the racks, when out of the corner of his eye he saw someone slowly approaching, checking out the clothes. He glanced up and over, and saw, to his satisfaction, a beautiful woman pushing a cart, coming his way. She was maybe ten or fifteen years older than he was, but she was beautiful. What his friend Albert would have called a MILF, in every sense of the word. She wore an elegant skirt that went a few inches above her knees, and a tight white blouse that accented her slender waist and her generous bosom. Her dirty-blonde hair was done up in a bun, and her face was lightly made up, well accented and attractive. Damn, he thought, I'd like to get a taste of that. His tastes usually ran to girls younger than he was, but this one was ...
    special. He knew this would be fine. She approached to right in front of him, and stopped. She began going through the women's shirts. He tried to look at shirts, but his gaze kept returning to her. I'd be happy, he thought to himself, if she'd just talk to me a moment. Acknowledge my existence. That would make my day. Almost as if he'd said it out loud, the woman turned and gazed at him. Not a hostile or irritated gaze, either. &#034Good afternoon,&#034 she said, smiling at him. He almost stuttered, he was so unprepared to speak. &#034Good afternoon,&#034 he replied, gratified that she had actually spoken to him. Had acknowledged his existence. He smiled, and her smile widened. Goddam, he thought. That was almost freaky. If I was really lucky she'd ask me what I thought of the shirt she'd picking out. &#034I'm thinking of buying this... what do you think of it?&#034 she asked, once again as if he'd said it out loud. Freaky, he thought. &#034Yes, it's... very nice...&#034 he said, trying not to sound like an idiot. &#034You would look very elegant in it.&#034 He wanted to compliment her, although he was unsure where he intended to go with it. Hell, she would look elegant in a feed sack. She was holding the shirt up, and looking at other ones. &#034I don't know,&#034 she mused. &#034I might go back to Mabel's. This stuff is so... cookie cutter...&#034 He nodded, agreeing, having no idea what Mabel's was. Probably some high-end clothes store. We should forget this shit, he thought, ...
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