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Added To The List We had an unexpected visitor come to stay with my wife and I in Boston. Tara had spent 8 years in a loveless marriage and had come to stay with Dell and I to escape what was becoming a very messy divorce. Unfortunately, my wife had to leave for Chicago. She truly is a spunk of a woman, blessed with amazing hips. I love seeing her wearing high waste pants she has a sexy derriere that have curves to die for. Mmmm, I can just see it now. Oh sorry, did I digress. Dell and I have a somewhat open relationship. We prefer to play together but because Dell travels regularly, she allows me to play with a list of ladies that she knows won’t steal me away. Tara wasn’t one of those ladies, but as I was taking my wife to the airport, she suggested I spend some time with Tara and loosen her up a bit. Help her to get back into the swing of being loved. To be honest, I had no idea what she meant but I was prepared to play my part. As I pulled up to drop her off, I turned to kiss her and she grabbed my head, I felt her manicured nails dig into my ears. She pulled them towards her mouth., “You can add Tara to the list!” She let go and I repelled back into my seat, mouth wide open. Dell subtly used her index finger to close my mouth. I just sat there like a stunned mullet, she turned to get out of the car, looked back, “Nothing is off limits with Tara, you have three days!” She turned and walked away and with haste I drove off. I drove like a maniac to pursue my tryst. I thrust open the door, but Tara was nowhere to be seen. I searched the house but couldn’t find her. I sat on the couch, disappointed. A few moments passed and I heard a muffled whimpering coming from upstairs. I headed up following the sound. I was outside Tara’s room and I peaked in but I couldn’t see here. I noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar. I called out, “Are you alright?” No reply. I ventured into her room and knocked on the bathroom door. It opened, and here she was, sitting on the cold floor crying. I asked again, “Are you alright?” I know a dumb thing to say, I can here you saying. “Hey dodo, she’s sitting on the floor crying, of course she isn’t okay. derrrr” She looks up, “It’s been a long drought” This blonde haired, 30 something, petite woman with double DD breasts, perfectly manicured, smooth as silk all over, not able to snare the love of a man. You have to ask, “what idiot wouldn’t want to wrangle this catch?” Tara didn’t blink an eyelid with me being in the room alone with her. I extended my hand to help her get up. She looks down, then back up, “Oh.” She realised at that point she was totally naked in front of me. I just smiled. She took my hand, and as she started to get up, she was at eye level with my crouch. She noticed I was bulging. She looked up again. Not a word was said as she slowly rubbed her slender hand on the outside of my shorts. She just kept looking at me, her gaze and that touch had me hypnotised. I couldn’t help but get harder and harder. Bulging like it was my first time. I was wearing a tracksuit style short, without any underwear, so without warning, the head of my cock began protruding, like Cobra being charmed from its basket. Her tears had evaporated; her eyes were mesmerised by the cobra’s head making its way out. She used her warm hands to grab my snake and guide its head into her mouth. My pants slid down my legs, as she swallowed me whole. Her lips were moving backwards and forwards over my shaft and her tongue was rubbing against the Tyson Gland on my cock. The secret male G-spot. I could feel my body tingling the more and more she caressed it with her lips. I had no idea how hard I was going to get. I could feel myself readying to explode into her mouth. She just kept going and going and going, until finally I let out a loud moan. She closed her eyes, as I thrust forward, deep throating her mouth as I exploded my warm cum into her mouth. She never stopped. Swallowed it all. She kept going like she was licking the plate from dinner to ensure she had it all. She only stopped once she felt me going limp. She stood up, kissed me, and led me into the bedroom. She guided my hand down towards her smooth silky altar. She gazed into my eyes, “You can give thanks at my altar after dinner.” With that she pulled my hand away, put on her flowered silk robe and went down stairs. I was just left standing with my pants around my ankle. Yet, my mind was racing as to what was to come that night. Even my snake was moving north once again. |
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10/6/2019 10:36 pm |
Oh wow hard on is an understatement very nice guys
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10/6/2019 11:21 pm |
Hi guys I got your message but can't reply can we talk on IM?
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Great story. I hope you worshipped at the altar appropriately
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Hot read!! Nice!!
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