1 comments/ 7598 views/ 5 favorites Lover By: sweetalmondbrown Today, my lover, I am going to make love to you. I am going to taste you, and savor you. I am going to feel you, and love you. I am going to make you moan, and whisper, and pant your love for my body, for my skill, and for me. But first...first we are going to strip. No, not yet, me first. Sit here in this chair. Yes, it looks uncomfortable, but I want you focused on me. Do you see me, dressed in my dark blue skinny jeans? I wore them for you. I put them on, and I loved the way they hugged my ass nice and tight. And see how they capture the curve of my hip? I do make a fine silhouette, don't I? Thank you. And this black camisole, I bought especially for you. I enjoyed the way the lace covered my breasts. Would you like to cup them and feel? I know, it feels nice. Ah...no squeezing, lover, not yet. Spread your legs for me, I want to show you my stiletto. Yes, I will be careful, I promise not to hurt you...There, see? Black, shiny, six inches. You understand I would never wear these out of the house, right? I'd probably break my ankle. Don't laugh, you know it's true. No no...you mustn't touch my legs yet. Yes, it feels good, but no touching. I am here for you, right now. Now, listen carefully. Do you hear that? Nothing? Listen harder. Watch my hips as they move, and listen. It's the music. It's the slow thunder of your heart. The sweet pulse of your blood racing. It's your breath and mine, mingling as one. It's the music I choose to dance to now, for you. Yes...watch my fingers splay across my thighs, running slowly up my body, beneath my chemise. Slowly stroking the taut skin of my stomach, sliding up to cup my breasts, lift them free...Oh, I know, I'm sorry, you wanted to see. But this is for you, and I will take my time. Watch me as I walk towards you, my hips swaying to the dulcet tempo. My eyes flutter closed, and my head tilts back to expose my throat as I caress it. That's one of my tender spots, remember? One kiss there, and I'm honey in your hands. Today, I'm going to make you honey in mine. Do you enjoy what you see? Come closer? Fine, but no touching. I'm going to turn around now, and make my ass dance for you. Yes, I thought you'd like the jeans. I'm bending over now, showing you my long legs, my flexibility...the arc of my spine as I rise slowly, and the silky strands of my hair falling over my eyes, hooding them. Now I'm turning towards you, my bottom lip clasped in my teeth. I'm going to place my hands on your chest, but you just keep watching me. Keep listening to the music. My hands are sliding up your torso now, over your shoulder, to grip the back of my chair. No touching, remember, even though my body is curving into yours, my skin barely inches away from your own...I want you, too, but not yet. Your lips are on my neck and they feel good...oh so good...but no touching. I smell beautiful? It's a new perfume I bought. I tried for something subtle this time, less flowery, and more warm. It's jasmine, I believe. Very sensuous...I think I like it. Oh, do you feel that? My nipples are hardening against the fabric of my chemise. I imagine the friction of rubbing against you has something to do with that. It feels fucking good, lover. I want you to taste my nipples, too, but you can't...I know you're getting impatient, but just a little longer. Here's the hard part: I'm going to straddle you now. You may place your hand on my hips, but nowhere else. No, that's my ass, not my hips. Yes, right there. Now tilt your head back. Feel my fingers running through your sable locks, massaging your scalp? I know, baby, you had a long day. That's why I'm here for you now. I'm going to lean forward now, and press my lips against the column of your neck, murmuring my words. I can feel you, you know. I can feel how hard you're getting, and I can't help but press against you, grinding slowly as I kiss your neck. You feel so good, pressing against my cunt like that...kiss me. Yes, kiss me now. Have I ever told you that your lips taste so good? There are moments when I can't stop kissing you, because your mouth is like a gourmet meal. A sweet, delicious, never-ending drink of sex. And your tongue...God, I can't even describe it, as it slides along mine, tickling the roof of my mouth, enticing me...And the sounds we make as we kiss, the groans we make as I'm grinding against you, loathing the material keeping my weeping pussy from the hard strokes of your... Okay, hold on, lover...Breathe deep. That was not supposed to happen. I got carried away this time, but it won't happen again. You think you're sneaky, huh? Yes, I know you have skills. Now, wipe that smirk off your face and concentrate. I have a beautiful smile? Thank you, I appreciate that. I'm backing away now, because you have my pulse hot, and my womb aching for your touch. I can't wait to fuck you, lover, to ride your hard dick until you explode inside me...But there's time for that. Watch again, as I grab the hem of my chemise and lift it slowly, exposing the flat plane of my belly. I've never truly stripped for you before, because when I try, things get carried away and you always end up finishing the job and fucking me...But not this time. Today, lover, you must sit and watch as my dusky nipples are set free, standing rigid from our foreplay. Watch as my fingers tug them, and twist them. I always love when you bite them the most. That blurring line between pleasure and pain, that ache... I think it's time to slip the chemise off now. That leaves me bare from the waist up, my breasts full and heavy as I cup them, testing their weight in my palm. You've always loved them? Yes, I know you have. I've always loved them, too. For this next part, I want you to stroke yourself. I want to watch as you grow harder. No, don't take your pants off just yet. Do it through your pants. Yes, just like that. Grip yourself, and imagine the walls of my slit squeezing you tight. My jeans are coming off next. The denim fabric is perfect, right? Can you see it press against the swell of my ass as I pull them down? Are you watching my hips or my ass? Or all of me? You don't know? No, I didn't think you would. I think we've come upon a problem lover. Are you still stroking your cock? Don't stop...The problem is that the cuff of my jeans won't fit over my stilettos. I wanted to wear them as we fucked, but this might be a better solution. Watch as I turn away from you again, and bend over, flaunting the tight, round globes of my cheeks. Yes, I rather thought you would like this...I chose these panties just for you. Sheer, black, with a tiny satin bow on the front. Simple, yet sophisticated. Thank you, lover, yes, just like me. At least, I'd like to think so. Would you like to spank me as I unbuckle my stilettos? Go ahead. Ah...yes, again. Yes, again. Again. How does my ass feel beneath your palm? Juicy? I'll show you juicy in a little while. There, my stilettos and jeans are gone now...You must stop spanking, lover. We can't get carried away again. Now I'm looking at you with a thoughtful expression, my head tilted to the side, practically nude before you. I think that it's time to strip you now. No, you don't get to do it for me, I'm going to do it for you. I already have? No, I mean that I'm going to strip you myself. Yes, it seems a bit unfair, but I think you'll thank me in the end. Stand up now. The same rule applies, no touching. And no more stroking. From now on, that's my job. Now, you're shirt first. You did look—No, let me unbutton it. You did look quite handsome going into work today. I couldn't wait to get you home and into the shower, and have you fuck me up against the tile...Do you remember the first time we did that? Everything was so wet and slippery, but I think my pussy was the wettest and slickest of all. I came so hard that night. You felt so good, just like you always do. Now, for your undershirt. God, I always loved you shirtless. Yes, I know you've loved me shirtless, but that's because of an obvious reason. I've always loved you shirtless because it meant I was closer to your skin. Closer to tasting you, and hearing your heartbeat. Hold on, I want to listen now. A tenacious heartbeat. A vital one. Ah, I think it's speeding up a bit. Is it because I'm stroking your nipple? I hear that they're sensitive on men, too. What if I licked it? Hmm, I thought so. And if I sucked on it? Created a tight seal with my lips and tongued it? That actually pulled a slight groan out of you. A beautiful sound. You know it turns me on when you're vocal. Feel my fingers as they slowly walk down your torso, barely stroking your skin. Your muscles are clenching, lover. Does that mean it feels good? My lips and tongue would like to follow. I love savoring the slight, salty taste of your skin after a long day. Perhaps, after I'm done fucking you, I'll give you a massage. I'm going to go to my knees, now. It'll be easier for me to...unfasten your pants. I think I might actually enjoy stripping you more than having you strip me. It's very erotic—Was that a gasp? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to caress your cock. But you are very big for me. I can already see the bulge, and I've only unzipped you. I'm going to lean forward now, and nibble you through the fabric of your Jockeys. Look at me, at my soft, chocolate eyes, lover. Gorgeous eyes? You're only saying that because I'm about to make your toes curl. You really think so? Thank you. Although I'm pushing down your slacks now, by hand, I think I'll try your boxers with teeth. Feel me as I cup your strong buttocks in my hand, lifting up on my knees to nuzzle your belly button, breathing against your skin, teasing...Please? You need to feel me? I know this, but I like to see you beg. It's making me wet, too, you know. My pussy is throbbing for you, I want to fuck so bad. No, I can't. Not yet. But forget using my teeth, I want to suck you now. While I take my pretty panties off, you go lay on the bed. Leave the panties on? Well, since you asked nicely...okay. But you can't touch me at all. Now go lay down. Don't bounce on the bed, you'll crack the headboard for crying out loud. Lover, you look like a giddy school boy... Now, it's been suggested that the majority of men are very visual creatures, so me crawling up your body, my satiny skin sliding against yours, the long, dark fall of my silken mane over one shoulder...this should all be a definite turn on. Oh God, the look in your eyes is what's causing my own skin to writhe. Like you wish to devour me. As if you wished to spread my legs wide and slide your tongue between my soft labia. As if you wanted to suckle at my entrance, and lap at my nectar, and tongue-fuck me until I cried your name... You do want to eat me? Well, not tonight, this is about you. And I said no touching, stop caressing my breast. What am I doing now? I'm reaching between my legs to stroke your cock...ah, that groan. Do it again and I'll stroke harder. Yes, like that. Now kiss me. I want to taste your mouth as I stroke you. I want to press your lips against mine and inhale your scent, and rub my hard nipples against your chest...Oh, fuck, I don't know how much more I can wait. But I will... I'm going to lay your dick against your stomach now. Why? So I can rub my wet cunt on it, and show you how ready I am. Yes, do you feel? I'm so fucking hot for you, lover. Do you know how erotic it is, me rubbing the underside of your cock with my soaking petals? It gives me the illusion that you might slip inside and fulfill my dreams...Ah, yes, right there... I'm sorry, so sorry. I didn't mean to dig my nails into your chest. You just feel so good, I was so close to cumming...But now, it's time for part two. I know you understand what I'm going to do, now that I'm leaving a trail of kisses down the solid planes of your torso. Let me take a moment and lap at your nipple again, long and slow. Picture yourself teasing me as I'm doing to you, and you can understand why I love it so...Down, over your flexing abdomen, the tip of my tongue leaving a slim, moist path for your desire to follow. It almost makes me laugh to tease your navel like this, flicking it softly with my tongue, blowing gently over the warm liquid to cool it. Who knew a man's belly button could be so sensitive? My eyes are meeting yours now as my lips follow the dark trail of shiny hairs, disappearing into the waist-band of your boxers. Happy trails, they're called? Now lover, why would they give such a name? Your answering grin is lazy, drunk with lust, as my ruby polished fingernails grip the fabric of your Jockeys. This color is called Eat Me, Sin—I do enjoy the soft gasp, since my hand is cupping the hard bulge of your dick, but please, are you listening? I'm running the pads of my finger on either side of the definition of your shaft, and your movements are making my clit throb with need. What? Oh, yes, the color is called Eat Me, Sin, but that's no longer important... The air of mystery makes me want you even more as my hand slips into your boxers, palming the length of you. I know what you will look like, but in a way, in this way, I've never had you before. Never tasted you deep in my throat as I will tonight...I should let you know that I'm torturing myself as much as I'm torturing you. I'm so fucking wet right now that the material of my sheer panties is sticking to my skin, grating softly against my sensitive cunt. It doesn't feel as good as you, though. Are you watching, lover? Watch me, as I spring your cock free, licking my lips as I pull your balls out from your boxers. You are beautiful, baby, so beautiful. Now, feel me as I kiss the tip of your dick, and lay it atop your belly. Your balls, barely covered in a dark, downy hair are what I will taste first. Close your eyes, and focus on my tongue, lathering one of the soft spheres with my tongue, before sucking it between my lips. My tongue, lapping against the sheath of your scrotum, feeling your body quiver beneath mine. How does that feel? Good, I'm glad you like it. Time for the other one, too...you mustn't move too much, or you won't feel all the pleasure of my lips enveloping this one also. Surrounded in the tight, hot space of my mouth, I think I'll try something new. I'll do it slowly, stretching your sac as I suck on the tiny globe, then releasing it with a soft plop. I read that in a magazine, once...From the rate of your breathing, I'd say it works. No, lover, no touching me. You can't run your fingers through my hair yet, although it does feel nice. This is all for you, remember? Now, my favorite part. Grip the sheets if you must, I won't stop the abuse at this point. Oh! Your cock just flexed, and I've barely started. Drawing my tongue slowly along the under-ridge of your cock, savoring the musky flavor, the masculine aroma to your skin. I love following the thick veins that travel the expanse of your cock, like I'm doing now. Gently, allowing my saliva to coat your satiny skin, all the way to the plum mushroom of your head. Yes, thread your fingers into mine, you might need the strength. Hold onto me as I suck you into my mouth with no warning, swallowing your long, thick cock onto the back of my tongue. Careful, don't thrust! I don't want to gag on you, I want to relish this dick. I want to draw my thick lips up and down this succulent phallus, my dark brown eyes meeting your bright, sage-green ones. The contrast must be what you're hissing about, correct? Watching the pale, milky skin of your cock slide between my bronze lips...Or perhaps it is the way my lips suddenly tightened around the base of your cock, my cheeks hollowing to create that tight, merciless vacuum. Or the way I ascend on your dick, leaving it gleaming with my saliva. I think, lover, that it's the sudden way I increased my pace, literally fucking your swollen dick with my lips. Your hands are clenching mine, and it hurts a bit, but it's worth it, seeing that helpless look on your face, listening to the curses stream from your sweet mouth, and watching your stomach muscles clench until they might contract through your skin... Stop? But why? You don't want to cum in my mouth? No, I don't think I will stop. But I will go slower, suckling your lovely cock slowly, cupping your balls and rolling them over the warm pads of my fingers. Hold on, I want to try something as I suck you so sensuously. You can't see, but I'm touching myself to the rhythm of your moans. My fingers are slick, coated with my liquid. My hips are moving with my fingers as I strum gently against my clit. From how you've described it to me before, I know that it is pink, almost coral in color. I can feel that it is swollen, angry, pulsing, and I can't help but gasp around your cock... Lover! You must be careful not to thrust! I know that it's hard, with my lips moving along your cock so leisurely, knowing that I'm touching something that you ache to feel...Be patient. I'm going to slip inside myself now, two fingers. Mmm...lover...so fucking good...I want to be fucked. I can think that, as I'm sucking you and finger-fucking myself, right? I'm soaking—dripping—and my cunt is hugging my fingers so tightly, so hungrily, wanting more. Will you give that to me? Yes? I knew you would. Taste me, lover. Taste me as I'm tasting you. Yes, suck my fingers, and taste what you do to me—What? You're about to cum? No, you can't! I'm sorry. I don't mean to squeeze the base of your dick so hard. I did see the wince on your face, but it's not time, not just yet. But I suppose I will stop, then. You know, I can't help but be pleased, as I watch your sex bounce so enticingly, swollen and red. It makes me feel proud that I can do this to you; that I can cause you to react in such a drastic way. Don't give me that look, lover. It's simply payback for how you make me feel. This is but a taste of what you do to me. Let me revel in my satisfaction. No, don't sit up. Remember that trail of kisses I left? I'm going to follow it back up, smoothing my lips over the taut skin of you belly, around your nipples, nosing my way through the light dusting of hair on your chest. And to your lips, where I can press mine to yours again, and slip my tongue so easily into your mouth. No...no, no! Stop! You mustn't! This was supposed to be my—fuck!—my gift to you. Yes, harder! Take me! Make me yours! Ah, shit, I'm gonna cum...so fucking hard...It hurts, lover, it hurts so good! Yes, moan with me—cry with me—fuck me into oblivion! Do you feel as the satin walls of my cunt are tightening around you? Your groans say you do...even as you press into me, tearing into my pussy over and over, I can see your eyes on mine. I can feel your arm around my waist like an iron band, and your other fist wrapped into my hair, holding my face inches from yours. I feel your hot breath sweep across my cheek as you murmur sweet insults at me... My breath, lover...it's getting short...The muscles of my limbs are seizing as I grip the sheets beneath our bodies. My eyes are rolling into the back of my head, and as a raw flame of agony skitters through my cunt, I feel you lift your head to bite down hard on one of my nipples. A hot jolt of electricity bolts through my nerves, and my clit tightens... Fuck. Your voice is in my ear, yelling out my name as if I've forgotten it, all the while my pussy bearing down on you. Your arms are crushing my hips to your body, bruising my skin as your vice-like grip holds me in place. Your dick is flexing inside me as you cum for me, coating my insides with your precious seed. Your body is one, giant, tensed muscle as you groan...and now...now you're relaxing... Are you hurt, lover? Your eyes are still closed, and a slight frown is marring your brow. What? How do I do what? But you do the same thing to me! I told you, tonight I am here for you. I wanted to show you how you made me feel. Well, yes, I wanted you to pant your love for my body, and you did, right? Lover Stop looking at me like that, or we'll end up doing this all over again. Yes, I'll stretch out next to you. You think I'm beautiful? Thank you, truly. What? Oh... I love you, too. Lover Beware Vic felt across the bed and found an empty space, his brain tried to compute the situation, it was dark, it was quiet and it was lonely. He sat up and ran his hands through his hair, yawning he sat forward and stretched his arms above his head then leaned back again. "Bollocks, he mumbled and pulled the duvet aside, swung his legs out of bed and stood. He scratched his balls and pulled his short fat prick a couple of times. He padded into the bathroom, aimed at the toilet and sent a thick stream of coffee and booze smelling piss into the bowl. Finished he flicked the last drips off, flushed and turned around, then wandered back to the bedroom. Pulling on a dressing gown and slippers he headed to the kitchen. Saturday morning 9 am, he lit the gas and placed the kettle on it, lifted it off shook it and sighed. He ran some cold water and filled the kettle returning it to the blazing gas hob. "Bollocks," he rumbled and opened a cupboard to retrieve a cup, empty shelves, he sighed and looked at the sink filled with cups and plates. "Double Bollocks!" he mumbled and walked over to run hot water and wash up his small collection of cups and plates, knives,forks and spoons.Ten minutes later he finished drying the last plate and put it on the pile on the worktop. He took a cup and spoon to the other side of the kitchen and opened the cabinet, pulling out a jar of coffee that had just enough in it to make a very weak drink. He simply turned the jar upside down over the cup and sighed. "It's your own fault you dick head," he mumbled and opened the fridge, to discover that there was no milk. "Oh for God's sake!" he said, "What the fuck are you like." Vic had been a Director of a very respectable printing firm, alongside his wife. However, unknown to her until three months ago, Vic had been very much alongside his secretary usually naked and sweaty. That was when he found that his wife was also 'working late', although to be fair, he thought, she was actually working. The nuclear explosion had been loud, messy and totally destructive. Within hours he was not only out of his job, but the marital home, He lost his car; and his secretary had fled after his wife had reduced her to a quivering wreck. Now three months later he lived alone in a cheap rental flat as he tried to find a way back into the working world. He had a few thousand in his bank account, fifty grand in deposits and a few shares worth possibly ten grand. All things considered, he had found a place to live, and he had a reasonable standard of living. There's always a 'but' and his was that his vindictive bitch of a soon to be ex-wife had made sure he was unemployable, threatening any supplier who might accept Vic onto the payroll that she would cancel the contract with them. She leaked his infidelity to all their friends and business contacts, ensuring that no one would touch him with the proverbial barge pole. He was a pariah in both his private life and the business world, truth told he was fucked for a fuck. Vic smiled and grinned at the thought of Tiffany, his 'ex-sec', a statuesque brunette with legs up to the sky, a flat stomach leading up to the firmest, biggest unsiliconed tits he'd ever had the pleasure of drooling over. She was built for comfort, not for speed. He felt his dick stiffen at the thought of her hairless pussy and cute tight arse. Sitting down he began to stroke his cock feeling it slip through his fingers. The sound of the doorbell disturbed his wank and he grumpily made for the door, unlocking and throwing it open, surprised to see his soon to be ex-wife stood there in jeans and a baggy leather jacket. "Glynn - Fuck do you want?" he said totally confused, she pushed past and strode into his lounge. "We need to talk, this is ridiculous, your heading downhill to hell, look at this shit-hole?" she exclaimed looking round at the chaos all around her. "'s'got to do with you?" he mumbled ambling back into the room, after slamming the front door shut. "Well despite your complete betrayal of our marriage vows and absolute and total destruction of my self esteem, I do still actually care about you. Vic this place is the pits, how can you live like this?" she said, placing her handkerchief on the only comfy chair in the room and sitting down. "Lack of; money, a job, also of self esteem; because it's all I can afford, and oh! because I can't be arsed anymore." he smiled and plonked himself on the arm of the chair alongside her. "You need a shower and shave, you smell like shit, have you had the same sheets on the bed since you moved in?" "Do I need more than 1 set? They didn't say that when I bought them, you'd think they'd have said something." "Oh! like; 'are you a sad git living all alone, well then you have to change the sheets regularly and wash the dirty one's!'" "Probably, wow, you certainly are bitchy this morning." "It's in my nature arsehole, now get in the shower, I'll check your clothes out and get those rancid sheets off your bed." Vic tutted and shambled to his feet, trudged along to the tiny bathroom, shrugged off his dressing gown without undoing the waist cord and kicked his slippers at the door, causing a banging sound, Scrambling into the bath/shower he switched on and timidly stood at the far end until his fingertips told him it was warm enough to step under the spray. He found the shower gel and lathered up using it as shampoo too. As he rinsed the water suddenly went ice cold and he yelped and jumped out of the spray. "For fucks sake, have you turned a hot tap on? he yelled at the door. It opened and Glynnis walked in, saw his state and laughed. "Whooo hooo, big boy your smaller than I remember," she chortled and wiggled her little finger imitating his frozen cock. "Oh Fuck off! Why don't you!" he yelled and held his fingers out to the spray. Finding it passably warm he went back under to finish rinsing off. With the noise of the water and the inbuilt fan, he didn't hear the swish of clothes as Glynnis stripped. Her saggy 44 GG breasts and round ample belly wobbled as she climbed in behind him. She walked forward and placed her hands on his hips. Startled he tried to turn, but she held him firmly, then slipped her hands up and across his back helping to remove the soapy bubbles. Moving her hands lower, she found his hairy arse and began to cup the cheeks in her hands, moving closer and rubbing her belly and breasts over his wet back. Vic couldn't move but felt his cock rising up. Her hands parted his cheeks and pushed at his legs, asking him to part them, he numbly did so feeling her hands pass between then, and pause at his anus to rub the little pucker, then a hand grasped his cock and the other slid gently round his balls. He also became aware that something was licking his anus and it felt good. He moved his legs wider and squatted slightly, feeling Glynnis's wet head come between them and starting to lick the small space between his anus and his balls. One hand meanwhile carried on jacking his cock and the other rolled his balls gently around. Vic felt his legs trembling and his knees aching, suddenly his cock erupted and streams of cum spurted out into the bath, striking the side and were washed back down to the base by the force of the shower spray. "Oh God, Nhh, nuhh, nuhh, nuhh, arrghh" he managed as each spurt flew out. Glynnis's mouth appeared round his cock-head and swished and swirled round it, emptying his cock and cleaning him up. Finishing, she withdrew between his legs and kissed his puckered opening again on passing, standing she touched his arsecheeks briefly before stepping out of the bath. Grabbing the only bath towel she dried herself vigorously and began to pull her clothes on. Dressed, she blew a kiss and opened the bathroom door allowing the cold air in and causing the fans note to dip and recover. "Don't forget to hang the sheets up when they're finished, it appears to be the only set you've got, byee." and she was gone. Vic stood in the shower completely dazed and confused. It had to be a dream, but no the bath towel was totally soaked and lay on the floor. There were wet footprints on the mat, not his size. Turning the shower off he stepped out of the bath and used the small hand towel to try to dry himself. Giving up he air dried on the walk to the bedroom, as he entered he noticed the thin and shabby curtains had been opened, as had the window, he shivered and walked to the bureau taking out clean pants and socks. Pulling on his pants and socks he went to the small wardrobe and took out his only clean shirt. Putting it on he tried to remember where he'd put his trousers. Walking into the lounge he saw the pile of dirty clothes by the chair. Vaguely recalling what had happened last night he rooted through it to find his creased and dirty jeans. Shrugging them on he zipped and buttoned up, then walked back to the kitchen. He found his shaver on the worktop and set about removing the two day growth on his face. In their whole married life Glynnis had never, ever been so sexually aggressive, she had always just lain back, opened her legs and let him get on with it; waiting til he withdrew to turn away from him onto her side, drawing her knees up in the foetal position before sleeping. What the hell had happened to her. How did she learn to do that. He relived the whole scene again and felt his cock stiffen inside his pants. He smiled and enjoyed the replay, then looked in the bread-bin, empty. cereals, no can't no milk. He felt reality hurtle into him at full speed. "Bollocks!" he shouted and sat at the kitchen table. The day had it's ups and downs for sure he thought. Vic shopped and cleaned, enjoying the novelty of seeing his little world tidy and sparkling. The sheets had dried outside on the communal washlines, a nice lady helping him out by lending him some clothes pegs. He had bought some pegs and a small basket to keep them in, returning his borrowed set to the owner as he took his washing in. He remade the bed and and settled down with a nice cup of tea and a piece of fruit cake that he'd bought. Not having bought a television, he turned on the small clock radio he had retrieved from the marital bedroom and listened to the local radio station, a mix of news and chat, with a few musical interludes. Later hungry he opened his fridge and decided on a couple of sausages with eggs and oven cooked chips. Not exactly healthy, but suitable for a Saturday evening. He ate, cleared and cleaned up, leaving the kitchen spotless. He sank back into the chair and listened as the voices and music cooled and the late evening wore on. He sipped at a bottle of beer he'd bought earlier and felt himself relaxing. He must have dozed off, but, as he awoke he became aware of something distinctly unusual, something or someone was sucking his cock. Fuzzily he moved his hands down and encountered a bobbing mass of hair.Looking down he quickly recognised the colour and cut. Glynnis was sucking him off. He lay back and enjoyed the sensation. It stopped and he opened his eyes. Glynnis was stripping off again, her breasts swung into view as she launched her bra across the room. Her leggings and pants followed and her round saggy belly wobbled slightly, it blocked most of her pubis from view, although he could see the thick tangle of hair hanging down between her puffy thighs. Turning, her large arse was presented to him. She backed towards him as he saw the cellulite wobbling and stretching across her rear. She paused put her hand between her flabby thighs, grabbed his jeans and fumbling through his clothing for his now limp cock. With a sigh of satisfaction she discovered it and pulled it out through the cloth. Jacking it gently she steered it towards her. He felt her wiry hairs tickling the crown, then she brushed it along her slit. He felt the warm sticky, slippery juices coating the head. then she pushed it back slightly and settled down on him. A warm, moist, slick, velvet glove slipped round his cock and he felt himself stiffen inside her. She began to rise and fall on his manhood and he felt himself reach a fully erect state.. "Why?" he murmured, even as his hand moved round her waist to grasp her breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his palms. "Shhhh," she whispered, "Just enjoy." then she fell silent and concentrated on enjoying the sensations her body gave her. After fifteen minutes of gentle movement she began to move a little quicker, then she upped the tempo again. Vic responded and pushed himself deeper into her as she came down onto his lap. Eventually the pistoning reached a crescendo and Glynnis began to yelp and whine. Vic hammered at her pussy and grunted towards an orgasm. Finally as she rose he gripped the arms and pushed up with her, She tried to come down but he was too deep inside her, she pushed down harder and he erupted inside her, streams of cum plastering her vaginal walls, which were contracting round his cock. She came so violently he could feel her anus contracting round his groin, he licked his finger and pulled out slightly so he could ram his finger into her anus, feeling his cock through the thin membranes separating them. Glynnis screamed and bucked on his finger and cock, rocking back and forth in orgasm, her juices drowning Vic's cock and the sensation causing her to involuntarily lose bladder control. Her piss streaming over his cock and balls. Vic groaned and pushed his finger and cock deeply into her. She rose shakily and turned, falling to her knees she grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth. Though it was wilting she swirled her tongue round its head and sucked as hard as she could. Vic ran his hands through her hair then shifted to pull her face off his cock. "Too much, I'm drained," he gasped. She groaned and sat back on the carpet, her breasts hanging down on her belly. Her huge, thick triangular forest of black hair masking her pubis and labia, she lay back, so her breasts sagged to either side of her and her belly flattend across her frame. He could see, however, a small glob of his cum,emerging through the hair. On a whim he knelt in front of her grasped her knees forcing them apart. Moving down he buried his forehead on her mound and his face in her pussy. Using his tongue he entered her and began to lick and thrust. His nose on her clit, he bobbed his head rubbing her clit with his nose and used his tongue to scoop out her juices and his cum, pursing his lips round the mixture and sucking it into his mouth. Glynnis pushed her meaty vulva at him, and began to whimper, he slurped and licked on, feeling her clit against his nose. He encountered a delicious musky, pissy smell and realised this was the first time he'd had oral sex with her. "I'm coming, Vic, I'm coming, I can't control myself, Vicccc." She came and Vic felt the ripples in her vagina, as it tried to grip his tongue, then a warm sensation as her bladder relaxed and a little piss dribbled from the exit of her urethra straight into his mouth. He clamped his lips around her pussy, just as a stream of warm piss jetted into his mouth. He swallowed it as it entered and keep going until it stopped. By this time she had started to come down and began to push his face off her. Bringing his face up, he stared madly at her. Straddling her he aimed a kiss at her lips. She held him back by placing her hands against his chest, then gently relaxed until she could lick his face, nose, cheeks and jaw then she allowed him to kiss her. Their tongues came together and mixed their juices as their lips locked on. His cock was hard again, but because of her size and his medium size cock, he only just entered her. She grunted and shifted her hands to his lower back pushing him into her, agreeing to his penetration of her sweet, slippery wet pussy. He pushed down off her slightly to increase his penetration, she sighed into his mouth and he began a slow back and forth motion with his hips. Her knees parted wider, lowering her belly more, pushing slightly he moved into her again. Moving her knees slightly she flattened her feet onto the ground and thrust against him increasing the speed until once again they came, one after the other, their lips still locked together. They parted faces, staring at each other, he lying full length along her supported on his hands and feet. His dick wilted and slipped out of her, her face made a sad 'O' as she felt his limp prick slip out and rest against her arsehole, dripping the last of his sperm against it. She wiggled and giggled, then kissed him again. Finally she pushed him off and he sat with his back against the chair, his cock shrunk back, but still trailing a small stream of cum down his balls and onto the carpet. Glynnis lay back and parted her legs, giving a view of her vulva and arsehole, surrounded by a forest of black hair, cum still visibly dripping out of her down her crack and onto the floor. She smiled and winked at him. "Wow, you are the perfect lover, lover." she winked again, and a fresh glob of cum appeared at her entrance, dribbling down again. She sat up and wriggled, giggling at the sensation of his sperm dribbling out of her. He hauled himself up into the chair, noticing a slight damp patch at the front where she had pee'd on their first coupling, not that he worried about it. He felt his breathing returning to normal. "Bloody hell, you've changed for the better. We've never, ever had sex like that. Actually I've never, ever had sex like that with anyone before, ever. That was fucking amazing. Wow, you are something else." he lay back and smiled. Surprisingly his dick was starting to stiffen again. Glynnis noticed the change and smiled. Passing a hand between her legs she began to push two fingers into her pussy, Vic stared in disbelief as she began to frig herself in front of him. His hand moved to his prick and he began to jerk off. Before long both reached a noisy orgasm. He aimed his cum at her pussy, hitting her hairy pubes and her wrist with several shots, keeping it up until the last trickle ran down his hand. Glynnis came and came then took her fingers out and slurped his cum off her wrist. She ran her hand over her fur and gathered up the rest, jamming her fingers into her mouth and noisily sucking. Vic stared in disbelief, whilst she cleaned her fingers off. Smiling she stood, holding out her hand, dragging him into the shower, where they soaped and washed each other. They shared the bath towel drying each other. Glynnis took his hand again and led him to the darkened bedroom and slipped into bed with him. They dropped off wrapped around each other. He awoke next morning to see her sleeping next to him, on her back, her huge breasts splayed either side of her chest and a smile on her face. Vic slipped out of bed and made two coffees, intending to take them to the bedroom. She walked naked into the kitchen as he stirred in the milk. He felt his dick harden. She smiled and sat at the table, reaching for a coffee cup, her breast squashing against the edge of the table. She drank, "Mmmm good cup of coffee Vic. Aren't you going to sit and drink yours?" she purred, patting the seat next to her. "Glynnis, what is going on, I'm just so bloody confused, what are you after?" he said sitting next to her. She eyed him amusedly and thought something over as her eyes focused outside the flat. Coming back she looked at him, "Have you ever thought about who hired Tiffany?" she asked "You did, you hired everyone at the firm!" he said confused. "And it never struck you as odd that I chose her, a women who couldn't type, had no memory for names or numbers and tits like a porn movie extra?" "No, I assumed you knew what you were doing," he said and sipped his coffee. "Well I did, because I employed her to distract you, because behind your back I was selling the firm." She smiled and sipped her coffee.