1. Cunt Whisperer


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

    name, and you don't know mine, and we are going to keep it that way. I'm not taking your phone number or apartment number or anything away from here. And I hope you won't be offended if we ever meet again, because I will pretend like I don't know you. Even though you've just fucked the shit out of me, I'll pretend like I don't know you.&#034 He nodded. He understood. A tiny part of him was sorry that this wasn't going to be an re-occurring thing, but he understood. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was better this way. For her, at least. &#034I've never done anything like this in my life. I don't know why I did it today. But, please... please remember me kindly. We shared something beautiful, but it's over, and I must go now. My husband is suspicious at best, and I need to buy a few things to take home, so it will look like I've been shopping all day.&#034 She bent down and kissed him, a long slow kiss on the lips. &#034Goodbye, darling. Goodbye, and thank you.&#034 &#034Thank you.&#034 He just lay there and watched her get dressed. She borrowed his bathroom for a few moments, and then reappeared, and looked at him one last time. &#034I'll let myself out. Goodbye.&#034 she said, and that was the last time he ever saw her. He just lay there on his bed for a while. What the fuck just happened? he finally asked himself. That was the most intense, incredible experience of my life. Did I do it? Did it really have anything to do with me? Was she just horny, a wife who was tired of ...
    being a wife and wanted an afternoon of wild abandon? Would anybody have done it, for her? Was I just lucky it was me? Yes, he decided. No matter what, he was lucky. He sighed. Damn. He still needed some shit from the store. And his fucking car was still there, too. Crap. --==+==- The next time it happened, it was a little more obvious. He had remembered how he almost felt like he made it start, the first time, by thinking shit, and how she almost quoted his thoughts at some times. That's silly, though, he thought. What the fuck? ESP? Silly shit. He was at the Taco Stand, the next Friday night. He'd recovered from his date with the Mrs., as he now thought of her. He was horny again. He was ready for something to happen. He was at one of the outdoor tables, eating. A large group of teen-agers was at the next table, loud and boisterous, being silly, as k**s were wont to do. He watched them, and noticed how sexy and foxy the girls looked. It made him feel old. Well, it made him feel old and horny. The girls looked good. Good enough to eat. Way good enough to eat. He'd like to eat one of them, in fact. The k**s finished up, and piled into two cars and left, radios blaring. All but one. One girl stayed at the table, playing with her phone. He wondered if she was calling someone to come and get her. Hey, he thought, Little darlin'. Come talk to me. Almost immediately, she looked around. Her gaze swept past him, as teenagers do to old farts, almost like he didn't exist. Then she ...
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