1. Lydia


    Date: 9/5/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Bestiality, Blowjob, Male/Female, Author: Johnnie666666, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    inside her cunt with the palm of her hand, her magnificent breasts were rising and falling, she was still panting from the energetic fuck. I told her to back up to the fridge, then to crouch down with her legs wide apart until her arse touched the tiles. Then I told her to scoop the spunk out of her cunt and lick it off her fingers. She did as she was told and I wondered if she was relieved or shocked that I had told her to do exactly what she would have done had I not been there. As soon as she was "clean" I told her to stand up. I sent her off for a shower and to dress to go out for lunch so we could talk. I sat in the kitchen, watching the dog lick his cock and balls, until Lydia came back down. Her hair was still a bit wet. She looked fantastic. She had on a silky dress that was tight enough to show off her magnificent tits but loose enough for them to be able to bounce around. Her erect nipples left me in no doubt she was braless. I knew she was knickerless too because she doesn't have any. She did a little pirouette to show me how her dress would fly up and show off her naked shaved cunt if there was the slightest breeze. I stood up and took her in my arms and kissed her, just to make sure that she knew that I wasn't angry with her. Then I walked her to the door, I turned back and saw the dog looking balefully at me. I called him over and we all left the house together. We had to walk around the corner to the car but Lydia didn't ask why I hadn't parked on the drive. ...
    I held the dog's leash in one hand and held Lydia's hand with the other as we walked along. By the time we had reached the car we had been tooted at three times by drivers admiring Lydia's naked bottom as her skirt puffed up. It was a long time ago that I forbade her from holding a dress, or a skirt, down in the wind. Initially she had found it a reflex and very hard to stop, but gradually she had mastered it and now she could completely ignore the feeling of the wind wafting between her thighs as her dress came up to her waist, or higher, even if someone was walking towards her and would not be able to miss seeing her naked cunt. We drove out to a nice little pub that had low ceilings and booth seating. I bought us drinks and ordered a light lunch. We settled into a booth in the corner opposite each other, the dog went under the table between our legs. We sat sipping our drinks, looking at each other in silence until I broached the subject that was on both of our minds. "Why" I blurted out "did you let the dog fuck you?" "Well, it was your fault really" she said. "And how is that?" I asked. Then she told me her story. "Well, you know I don't have any knickers, and I only wear a bum skimming shirt while I am at home. As, you know my cunt's lips are always wet, and most often one or both of us can smell my arousal. You know I am always aroused! You know I can't keep my hands off my cunt lips, and that makes it worse because they just stay wet and I stay horny. Well one day, I ...
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