NOVEL NEXT Bored wife fu-cks stranger
In the morning, Marcel rejected me again. Now I’ve finally had enough. I decided to finally implement the plan I had been thinking about for a long time. After all, at 41 I’m a woman in the prime of life, and if my husband hasn’t fucked me for five weeks now, then I just had to help myself. I hadn’t been such a horny bitch before, but after I had a short but violent affair with an old school friend two years ago, the topic had become more important to me. Because my school friend had shown me how awesome it is, really dirty and get fucked dirty. And how good it feels for a woman when a man jumps on her at every opportunity and shows her how desirable she is. But that hasn’t happened in my marriage for a long time. So now I want to find my satisfaction elsewhere. For this, I had bought some cool clothes a long time ago, which I had carefully hidden from Marcel in the closet. As soon as he was out of the house that morning, I went into the bedroom and took them out of the closet. After a moment’s thought, I opted for a thin pink top that fitted very tightly and showed off my beautiful round tits. I took a short pair of jeans, which I had shortened a few centimeters so that they just covered my buttocks, and a pair of strappy shoes with six-centimeter heels. After a moment’s thought, I put the panties back in the closet. A quick bit of makeup was applied and then I got in my car and headed into town. Of course, morning isn’t the best time to pick up guys. But I took precautions. While rummaging through internet dating sites, I found an advert for a slightly older man. He was from our town and had written ‘Fuck naughty mares in every hole. Always ready. call, come over ‹. There was a cell phone number that I immediately saved on my cell phone. You never know. Now the time has come: I wanted it dirty and dirty. So I called the number. The man answered immediately. “I’m 41, I have a wet fuck hole and I need a nice hard cock,” I said without greeting. “Come here,” came the reply. »At the old tower, ring the 7th bell at Heumann. “I’ll be with you in ten minutes,” I said and hung up. I found a parking spot nearby and walked up to the house, an older rental home. He said over the intercom, ‘It’s on the third floor. Unfortunately, there is no elevator. « I climbed up a musty stairwell. On the third floor, the guy was already leaning on the door and grinning at me. He was in his early 50s, muscular and unshaven, a proletarian as it is written in books. Except for a dingy T-shirt, he was already naked. The cock he was already jerking off with his left hand wasn’t very big, but it was sticking up very hard. Of course, I was excited and quite insecure. After all, it was the first time. But at my age, you know what makes guys horny. I resolutely suppressed my excitement. Without saying anything, I knelt in front of him and took the round acorn in my mouth. It was very smooth and tasted slightly salty, like piss. I was surprised that I wasn’t feeling disgusted, rather I was enjoying sucking such a hard cock. I didn’t care that I was kneeling in the middle of the stairwell. Nobody here knew me. The hunk grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me forward onto his cock until my lips touched his balls. They were shaved and quite plump. While he moaned horny over me, I grabbed my wet cunt under my skirt and massaged my clitoris. I had never done that before, but I had resolved to have no more inhibitions. And so I rubbed mine hard, pulling my head back until his cock almost slipped out of my mouth. Again I licked the horny glans before I slowly pushed my sucking mouth back onto the hard trunk. “You’re a horny bitch,” he said. “You want it in all holes?” I nodded briefly, grabbing his balls with my other hand and massaging them. He let himself be served for a few more seconds, then helped me up and pulled me into the apartment. It was cheaply furnished and rather untidy. “Come on, turn around, you pig,” the prole snapped at me. He grabbed my hips and spun me toward the wall. I leaned forward willingly and supported myself with my hands on the wall. I spread my legs, pushed my ass back, and offered myself to him. I knew that the pig would now fuck me bareback, but that’s exactly how I wanted it. The prole put his glans on and drilled into my receptive cunt with two hard thrusts. His hands gripped my hips almost painfully, but I was already too horny to resist. My cunt was already twitching impatiently, and when he began to push me with long, dominant thrusts, I cried out uncontrollably with lust. »You must have urgently needed it, you horny count “, laughed the prole behind me. His vulgar language turned me on even more, and I pushed my ass back hard to impale myself further on his cock. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my asshole, and when he shoved a finger into my full-length, hard thrust, my horniness collapsed. The Prophet waited until I had calmed down a bit, he just stuck his finger deep in my ass over and over again. He then started thrusting me again, ramming his iron-hard pint into my abdomen each time. My school friend was already a great and persistent fucker, but the scruffy guy even surpassed him. I was fucked by him without a break for almost half an hour. We only paused the fuck once because he wanted me to get on all fours in front of him so he could doggy style me. When he finally came with a dull moan, I’d cummed twice more. The redneck must have squirted a lot because when he dragged me down the shabby hallway into his small bedroom, I left a thick trail of slime on the dirty carpet. In the completely cluttered bedroom, he then threw me back onto the bed, which reeked of sweat and dirt, and squatted on my tits. “Come on, blow him hard again, hooker,” the prole ordered me and shoved his semi-rigid, horny smeared cock deep into my mouth. The mixture of his cum and my juices didn’t taste bad, and I sucked his cock thoroughly clean. He rubbed my clitoris way too roughly, but the whole situation, this reckless use, and all the dirt I was lying in made me so horny that I even enjoyed the pain. The Prolet recovered surprisingly quickly and was rock hard again after a few minutes. “Now it’s your hot ass turn, whore bitch,” he growled and violently pulled my hair for so long until I was on my hands and knees in front of him again. Only my former school friend had deflowered my asshole. He’d been surprised at how supple and open my shithole was and how effortlessly he could fuck my ass. It was no different for the proletarian because although he didn’t exactly go about it gently, he was able to stiffen himself effortlessly in my intestines. “There’s nothing like a well-fucked shithole,” he laughed harshly as he fucked his ass with mighty thrusts. I howled my lust into the nasty sheets as his hips slapped against my ass cheeks. As if from afar, I heard the guy above me moan and grunt, until another hot wave raced through my whole body and I screamed out the next orgasm. This time the prole didn’t give me a break but continued to fuck me mercilessly while I reared up in front of him. “You need it, you horny bastard,” he yelled wildly, smacking my ass a couple of times. I screamed wildly as I came again – it was just indescribable. Within a few minutes, I had three orgasms with this dirty redneck without my horniness getting any weaker. I lost track of time. I was just a horny, willing piece of meat that relentlessly pushed against this merciless bull. I could feel his sweat and drool dripping down my ass cheeks while his rock-hard cock rubbed my asshole raw until it burned like hell. But even that didn’t stop me from having another orgasm soon. Shortly after that, he came and his twitching cock pumped the juice into my intestines. Breathing heavily, the proletarian fell onto the bed next to me and stretched out. He was dripping with sweat, his lungs rattled. “My face, that was a great fuck,” he snorted and grabbed my tits while the acrid smell of shit spread in the small room. “We have to repeat that again!” He pinched my swollen nipple roughly. I just nodded weakly. My asshole burned from his hard thrusts and I felt drained. But the wild fuck had done me good anyway: I was more satisfied than I had been for a long time. “I’ve got your number,” I said and got out of the dirty bed with stiff limbs. “I’ll call you again, okay?” He nodded, and I felt his gaze sting my ass as I rushed, my buttocks clenched, into the small bathroom. After a scant cleaning, I left the lousy shack, drove home, and ran a bubble bath. But I had to rub myself off for a long time before I no longer felt completely dirty and smelly. After bathing, I liberally applied ointment to the bruises and swollen spots left by the proletarian’s greedy hands on my body. So Marcel found a clean, nice-smelling wife when he came home in the evening. And this time I was glad that, of course, he didn’t feel like doing his marital duties that evening either. After the hot fuck in the morning, I didn’t feel like this slacker at all.
