5 comments/ 10536 views/ 7 favorites Mr. Clean: Lady and the Chav By: Mag58 Everyone could hear my high-heels clip clop on the wooden floor of the interview room in the Solicitors Office where I work, as I approached the heavily tattooed, bleach-blonde recalcitrant, youth sitting in front of the desk. Wayne Webster was 21 and had been in and out of trouble most of his life. I had been in charge of his case workers for the last five years; but an intervention from one of my more liberal colleagues and the Probation Service meant he had been working in a garage for 7 months and hadn't been in any trouble since being set up in a small flat away from his family home and the gang he'd been an active member of a year ago. Sadly he had recently been in a fight with a car thief, who had ended up in hospital. "I've had another long conversation with Sergeant Webster and he has agreed on a caution this time." I said as sternly as possible, while sitting on the edge of my desk facing him. It wasn't easy, but I was trying to intimidate the charismatic young hoodlum who was now rubbing his hands together nervously, as I peered at him from over the top of my rimless glasses in my best School Ma'am manner. Wayne let out a sigh; "That will be amazing Miss. I'm really turning my life around and...well, I just can't do time again...phew...Thanks, thanks...thanks." Wayne now visibly relaxed and began chatting away at 20 to the dozen as I flicked through his file. The notes confirming he was a typical 'Chav' - a lower working class kid with no aspirations; and had fallen into a life of petty crime; but some people in my team that I respected had deemed him 'savable.' I looked up again and saw him leaning back in his chair with a trademark cheeky smile on his face and back to his far more cocksure attitude. As he twittered on about his 'second chance' and how he loved being in the garage doing 'Man work' and earning good money, alongside his...'other thing' that paid 'cash in hand.' "I am sorry, can you repeat that last bit?" I asked; suddenly nervous that he'd fallen back into his old ways. "Oh shit!" He gasped and grinned as he rolled his baby blue eyes to the Heavens. "Nothing Miss, nothing...I shouldn't have said anything...it's really nothing." "Look a lot of people have put their reputations on the line for you...so tell me what this 'other activity' is." I nagged him, "Or else!" "Well," he thought for a moment as he leaned forward conspiratorially, "It is meant to be a secret, but...I can trust you, can't I Miss?" He winked and gave me a smile that must have broken a hundred teenage hearts. "You haven't got a choice." I reminded him, "Spill the beans." Still smiling, Wayne leant back and rubbed his chin as he searched for the right words. "It might shock you; what I'm doing, but it really is legal; honest Miss." "I will be the judge of what is and isn't legal. Talk." Ten minutes ago the tall skinny chav was terrified he was going to prison; but suddenly his whole being was now engulfed with growing self-confidence. "Well," he paused before cheekily winking at me again, as I sat with my arms crossed over my chest. "I have been making some films a couple of times a week for a guy across the other side of town and he pays me £50, £70 a time." satisfied he had intrigued me, it was his turn to fold his arms and visibly dare me to ask more questions. I smiled benignly and said, "I didn't realise I was talking to a film star." Wayne curled his lip then grinned, "More a Porn Star, if you get my meaning." while waving his hands across his groin as if he was a magicians assistant. Slightly bemused I curled my lip and squinted my eyes. Wayne's cheeky smile lit up the room as he straightened his left leg and tightened the material of his tracksuit bottoms, revealing a mysterious long sausage shaped lump. "Do you want to see it Miss?" He chuckled and before I could respond, the heavily tattooed Lothario had his thumbs in the elastic of the waistband and was pulling them down his thighs. When I realised what he was about to do I squealed, "No! Wayne...NO!" But it was too late because the biggest cock I'd ever laid eyes on sprang to life like a flower in the daylight. "Wayne!" I gasped, but my eyes were transfixed on his 'thing.' "Please...put it away!" He was now cackling and grinning at my embarrassment, and began shaking it by the root. My head was spinning. I couldn't believe my eyes. My young client had just been told I'd pulled some strings that would stop him going to prison and now he thought it appropriate to reward me by waggling his cock at me. "I bet you've never seen one this big have you?" His laughter continued, "Watch!" With a couple of vigorous rubs and shakes I swear it grew another two inches when it stiffened. "That's why they call me Lightening Rod in the films Miss." "For Christ Sake put it away." I demanded; and finally he pulled his nylon pants up but they still left a very visible lump on show. I was shaking with nerves as I dropped his file on the floor and had to drop to my haunches to pick the papers up; only to be joined by Wayne. "I bet you'd like some of that wouldn't you Miss?" The young thug teased me as he handed me the papers. "You should go now." I stammered "You are very lucky I won't tell anyone about this. Now leave." As he opened the door he turned and winked; "you know where to find me." At noon on Saturday I rang the garage where I'd left my 7 year old Audi TT to be serviced that morning. The manager answered and I explained that I couldn't get back to collect it at 1pm as agreed and 'could someone could bring it to my house'? After taking my payment he asked around and told me that 'young Wayne had volunteered' to deliver my car at about 2pm. Adrenaline was rushing through my body and my pulse racing like a space rocket as I muttered something about 'rewarding him accordingly.' My 'plan' had worked; but could I go through with Part 2? Surely not? But I desperately wanted to see Wayne's monster cock again...and had dressed accordingly. I'm 43 with a 15 year old son at boarding school, and I've been divorced for three years after my husband left me for the cliché of a young hottie secretary. I have a 34-28-34 hour glass figure and I keep myself fit by going to yoga, spinning classes and the gym but I've been celibate since Robert left me. I masturbate frequently; usually with a sex toy but I do like the touch of my fingers on my pussy and clit too. When I play with myself I'm not averse to using porn to get me off; the literate type is my favourite but occasionally I will feast on hardcore videos, like the ones Wayne aka Lightening Rod starred in and I'd found on Wednesday night and watched repeatedly each night afterwards, almost wearing my index finger out. As I gulped my second large glass of wine I heard the unmistakeable sound of car wheels on my gravel path. I looked out of the window and saw Wayne climbing out of the drivers seat and neatly pull off the plastic sheet that protected the upholstery from his dirty overalls. I took a deep breath and waited for him to knock on the door; not wanting to look too desperate. Although I could see his outline through the frosted glass I forced myself to walk slowly to the door; and feigned surprise when I recognised Wayne with my car keys. "Come in, come in." I spoke a little bit to loud as I ushered him towards the kitchen. "I am ever so grateful...how much do I owe you?" I stammered as I struggled to open my handbag to get my purse out. "Whatever you think I'm worth." The well-endowed mechanic winked as his eyes flicked all around the kitchen. "Here." I proffered him a £10 note, then a second. Wayne smiled and pocketed the cash without a thank you. "Would you like a beer?" I nervously asked the charismatic charmer. "Are you having one?" he smiled. "It would be rude not to." I giggled as I waved my empty glass in his direction. I poured myself another large measure then went to the fridge and deliberately kept my legs close together as I bent forward at the waist to get a bottle of beer for him. I'd practised several times the previous evening and again this morning, with different skirts so knew this shortish over the knee brown and green pleated one, would rise up and show the tops of my natural Gio Havana seamed stockings to anyone standing behind me; and possibly my knickers if they tried hard enough. My hand was shaking as I took the cap off the bottle and handed it to him. Wayne on the other hand was calmness personified and probably revelling in my discomfort. We then made small talk about the car which didn't have anything wrong with it; but I needed an excuse to see him away from my office. As we chatted the atmosphere was electric as his eyes roamed all over me; making me blush and my nipples stick out through the thin transparent material and my white silk blouse like chapel hat pegs. When he finished his beer I quickly asked if he wanted another. Teasing me, he winked and said 'he should really be going, as he was supposed to be taking one of his kids to MacDonalds.' I must have looked crestfallen as he cackled and said he would 'have a quickie;' then he would have to go. I repeated my display at the fridge; desperately hoping he would grab me and ravish me; but he didn't. After filling my glass again I said I needed a cigarette. I'd already smoked three from the pack I'd bought earlier in the day and these were the first I'd smoked in twenty plus years. So we stepped to the back door which led to my large garden. I opened the pack and offered him one, which he took before picking up my lighter and lit my cigarette for me. It was hardly a Bogart and Bacall moment but started the next set of events. "Did you find my films on the internet?" He challenged me with his disarming smile; "I bet you did, didn't you Miss." I looked away and inhaled a lungful of smoke then wistfully blew it back out. "I may have." I whispered, before taking another long drag. "Look Miss." Wayne carefully chose his words; "I am pretty sure I know why you wanted me here; but with my reputation I...can't make the first move, you might be a prick-teaser or something. I don't know and can't chance it. I've not got a problem shagging married birds but, you...well...if you... want anything, you will have to make that first move. Just in case I'm wrong and you really are just a prick-teaser. You know what I mean?" He took a last drag of his cigarette and flicked the stub onto my manicured lawn, before walking back into the kitchen and resting against the long pine table. Deep in thought I finished my cigarette and also flicked it onto the grass, before walking back to the kitchen sink, where I washed my hands and drained my wine glass. It was now or never, I told myself. With my back to the tall, skinny stud I nervously ran my fingers behind me and fumbled with the button on the waistband of my skirt and then slowly pulled the zip down. With a wiggle of my hips my skirt was soon around my ankles. After taking a deep breath I kicked the skirt to one side. "Is that what you wanted?" I asked through a dry mouth; still not daring to look at him. Seconds later I sensed him behind me; then he slowly placed his grubby hands on my hips as I clung onto the sink. When I did nothing to stop him he ran his fingers up my expensive silk blouse until he was cupping my 34D boobs and nuzzling my neck, which made me go weak in the knees as he leaft dirty greasy marks on the fabric. Wayne was soon crushing my boobs in his massive hands and jiggling them as he nibbled my right earlobe, making me spontaneously press my bum back into his groin. His rough handling made my nipples and pussy tingle for the first time in years. Still nuzzling my neck and alternating between ears with his tongue the young stud slid a hand back down my belly until he could stroke my mons through my lacy French knickers, making me squirm. I'd never even been close to being in a situation like this so just let him do whatever he wanted; which was my fantasy anyway. As his hand snaked inside my pants his other began unbuttoning my blouse; but he got stuck on the third one so just ripped it open which made me gasp as the buttons flew in all directions, pinging like buttons as they hit the tiles. Wayne was now rubbing the ever growing lump in his overalls against my bum and I was reciprocating the best I could, while he scratched and tugged my pubes while pulling my boobs out of their thin nylon holders. Neither of us said a single word as he rolled and teased my nipples between his finger and thumb while running another along my puffy lips and throbbing pussy through my knickers. All I could hear was my heavy breathing and the rustle of nylon as he stroked my six-strap suspenders and stocking tops while a finger tenderly parted my pussy lips. "Take your shirt and bra off." He whispered in a firm manner as he hooked a finger inside my hot pussy. I gasped and fumbled with the buttons on the cuffs as he slid a second finger into my gash. His rough fingering was soon lifting me onto my tip-toes making my mouth flop open. I eventually managed to throw my blouse and bra on the kitchen floor leaving my boobs to wobble out of control as he ferociously finger fucked me, rubbing his palm along my engorged clitty. Still clinging to the basin to steady myself I was aware that I was making gurgling and gasping noises as I neared an orgasm; but seconds before the point of no return he roughly pulled his fingers out and pushed them into my mouth as he cupped my left tit and began weighing it like a pound of potatoes. "Do you like that?" He rasped as he ran his fingers across my tongue and under my nose. "Does your cunt smell nice and sexy?" I couldn't speak so nodded as I voluntarily began sucking his juice coated fingers. "Take your knickers off and show me that sexy arse of yours." Wayne cackled as he stepped away from me. As I slid my knickers down my legs I could hear the sound of the press-studs on his overalls popping open and his trainers being kicked across the room. "Spread your legs and stick your arse in the air for me." The young porn star commanded. I obeyed, realising he would be able to see my most private parts in that position. "Pull your arse cheeks apart so I can get a better look." Again I obediently complied, resting my chest against the sink I put my hands on my cheeks and separated them; just like I'd seen in some dirty videos. "Fucking Hell Miss." I heard him laugh, "your piss flaps are like elephants ears!" I had always been self-conscious about my protruding labia; meaning I'd never been keen on oral sex; but hearing his horrible description actually turned me on even more. "Stick your fingers up your cunt, Miss." Still with my left hand clutching my arse cheek I slid my right between my legs and felt my pussy; which was actually dripping my juice onto the kitchen tiles. As I tentatively slit two fingers into my gash I could hear his clothes landing on the floor. "Deeper." He chuckled, "all the fucking way in." I complied and had to close my eyes as I sighed with delight. "Frig yourself, Miss." He laughed again, "proper fast." I wanted to please him and couldn't stop myself anyway as I probed my hot pussy as fast as the angle would allow, making me pant like a bitch on heat. "Show me how wet your twat is Miss." "What?" I panted, "What do you mean?" "Scoop some cunt juice out so I can see how wet you are." His voice was somewhere between friendly and commanding; and at this stage I was on the verge of losing control; if I hadn't already. I twisted my fingers around my pussy then slowly pulled them out and left them on show between my stretched legs. They were so sticky, the juices still clung to them like a spiders web when I parted my digits. "Okey dokey." Wayne laughed, "now turn around, so I can get a proper look at you." As I did so, I automatically placed an arm across my boobs and a hand in front of my pubes. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the greasy mechanic through something down onto his overalls. "Have you?" I stammered as I saw his mobile phone lying on top, "been taking photos?" "Photos? Me?" He laughed as he clasped his hands next to the dragon spitting fire on his heavily tattooed chest, "it was a fucking video!" then he laughed out loud, as my jaw dropped. "Don't worry Miss; no fucker will recognise you, I didn't get your face on it; just you doing a strip then fingering yourself." I couldn't respond as I was speechless because my eyes were fixed like radars on his 'thing' which looked grotesque jutting out from his skinny hips. Even though he had 'flashed it at me' only a couple of days previously, here he was standing naked in my kitchen and it was huge; way beyond what I'd remembered. "Let the dog see the fucking rabbit." He laughed again as he waggled his monster cock from side to side, "come on Miss; I've shown you mine; now show me yours." "But...but...what will...you do with it?" I stammered before I moved my hands. "Probably have a couple of wanks," he pursed his lips before saying, "then sell it to Davie for the website." "But...but..." I stammered again. "Come on Miss," Wayne rudely stretched his long cock, making the foreskin peel back a little to expose a bright purple knob, "no fucker will recognise you from that angle will they? Anyway if I get £50 it's going on the fucking site anyway. Now show me them fucking tits." Defeated I slowly let my arms drop to my side; allowing him to see my saggy boobs and hairy pubes. "Fucking Hell!" He whistled as he continued stroking his cock, making it grow even thicker. "You are a fucking hot MILF right enough." I certainly wasn't happy that he'd videoed me doing the most private thing a woman can; the idea of him putting it online for anyone to see secretly turned me on; especially if no-one would see my face. "Now get on your knees and wrap your mouth around this." Wayne rasped in a very commanding way. "Can we go in there?" I meekly whimpered after looking at my ceramic floor tiles. "What the fuck?" He looked puzzled; not realising how hard the floor would be on my knees. "Come on then." With that he strode manfully into my living-room and sat on the arm of my leather Chesterfield sofa and held his massive cock in readiness for me following his command to suck it. I hadn't been averse to sucking my husbands in the early years of our marriage; but that faded away over the years. Today was different; I couldn't wait to please the hot young stud in any way he wanted. As I slowly made my way towards him; my heels clip-clopping on the tiles before feeling the soft pile of the carpet underfoot; I knew my boobs were swinging from side to side as Wayne feasted his eyes on my mature body. "Fucking lush," he smiled and winked. "I've fucked a few married birds but not one as old as you Miss." I've sacked people for speaking nowhere near as rudely as this boy; but today I was under his spell and getting really, really turned on by the filthy and domineering way he spoke to me. "Get on your knees and open your mouth." He forcefully told me and I complied; kneeling between his legs, brushing my boobs against his tattooed and virtually hairless legs. The young porn star began slapping me across the cheeks and nose with his big dick, before rubbing it along my lips. "I bet no fucker in that office knows what a dirty cunt you are, do they?" He teased. "Or are you shagging them all?" "No," I panted as I inhaled his noxious sweaty and greasy body odour, "They don't and I'm not." "Ssssshhh Miss," Wayne chuckled as he ran his fingers along the side of my neatly cropped short brown hair, "shut the fuck up and suck my dick like a dirty old slut." He then tapped it against my nose again before pushing a finger into my mouth like a fish hook and pulling my jaw down. Mr. Clean: Lady and the Chav "Without a second thought I ran my tongue over the folds at the tip of his foreskin before opening my mouth as wide as possible and moved my head forward until my mouth was packed full with his sweaty young cock. Just as I'd read about I began sucking his thick cock for all I was worth; backwards and forwards, running my tongue along the protruding veins then sucking it until I felt his foreskin shake; then before I knew it I had wrapped one hand around the fat shaft and was shaking his big balls like a maraca. "Fucking Hell Miss," Wayne groaned when I began pulling the taught skin backwards and forwards like I'd read in numerous stories, while I enthusiastically sucked on the the four inches or so that filled my mouth. "You've fucking done this before haven't you? You dirty old fucker." His hand now grabbed a handful of hair as he forced my head further onto his cock; making me want to gag, but I resisted, but was acutely aware that saliva was oozing out of the corners of my mouth. I was too engrossed in pleasuring him to tell him the truth; and my mouth was now full of delicious cock anyway. I was in such a stupor I hardly realised he has now shaking my boobs and tugging my nipples with his other hand, as if he wanted to pull them off. "OK," The stud eventually panted, "get on here for round two." As I rolled back onto my ankles to catch my breath he grabbed my hair again and dragged me to my feet. "Faster than that, you old fuck." His smile had gone and the voice had a slight sense of menace now, "get on your fucking hands and knees and spread your fucking legs." For a second or two I thought I might die of embarrassment; but when Wayne whispered, "That's so fucking sexy Miss." As I took the required position on the leather sofa, I felt like the hottest woman in the world. "Spread your arse again, Miss." Wayne gruffly told me as ran a hand up my nylon covered leg. Resting my forehead on the sofa arm I complied, pushing my fingers between the cheeks and letting him see my most intimate parts and the effect he was having on me as my juices ran down the inside of my thighs from my bloated pussy. "Jeez Miss; you really are a fucking dirty cow." He laughed as I sensed him positioning himself behind me. "Brace yourself Miss." He laughed, "Lightning is going to strike!" I then felt him fumbling to get his fat knob against my bubbling pussy then suddenly and with no finesse he rammed his monster right up inside my hole, nearly knocking me over and making my eyes nearly pop out. He immediately went into overdrive making it difficult for me to move my arms forward and make myself comfortable. Not that it mattered to him; or me really as I was now making raw guttural animalistic grunts on every powerful thrust. I have a seven inch dildo that has always to satisfy me; but Wayne's monster felt much longer and a hell of a lot thicker; stretching my hole in every which way as it battered against my cervix on each powerful thrust. My head was soon jammed into the corner of the sofa as I gripped the arm for all that I was worth. After two or three minutes of primeval fucking, Wayne eventually slowed down. I was amazed that my 43 year old pussy was accommodating his long cock so easily; but with hindsight I was so sexually turned on my pussy juices must have been as slippery as Vaseline. As he slowly slid his cock backwards and forwards the only sounds I could hear were his deep breaths, my whimpering and the squelch as his cock slid in and out of my willing pussy. The young stud's hands were now alternately stroking my nylons and going underneath me to grope my dangling tits; making them tingle with excitement. To reciprocate I moved my arm underneath my body and eventually cupped his ball sack, making him sigh. This was also a signal for him to resume his ferocious fucking. With my hand milking his balls while I squealed with delight on every forward drive Wayne began grunting and after three amazing thrusts he froze and I felt my pussy fill with jet after jet of his hot cum. "Fuck." He sighed, as his body became limp, "Fucking Hell." He stretched every syllable as he squeezed even more juice into my battered pussy. With no ceremony he pulled his cock out of my hot hole and flopped back onto the sofa as I instinctively curled into the foetal position clasping my thighs together; but it wasn't enough to stop the excess oozing out and onto the leather. As I lay with my eyes closed; wondering if I really had just been fucked ragged by a young tearaway I felt his hand softly caress my 10 denier nylon stockings. "Do you wear these all the time?" He casually enquired. I shook my head. He chuckled; "So you put them on just for me?" I didn't reply. "Davie likes the tarts in the films to wear stockings; but the young ones aren't fussed." he told me, "I think I could get to like them. You're fucking sexy as fuck in them." I smiled as I opened my eyes when I saw him cupping his swollen balls as his fat cock still looked ready for more action. "Come up here and lick my dick clean." Wayne grinned as he made it twitch. Like a smitten teenager I moved around and lay with my head on his lap. His nether regions stunk even worse of grime, sweat and now spunk; but I complied; licking excess lumps of cum off the long smooth shaft until I got to the foreskin. I looked up at his grinning face then pulled the skin back before covering his knob with my mouth and began sucking the last dregs of spunk out of his cock. Here I was at 43 doing the dirtiest thing I could ever have imagined with a boy half my age; but I was in sexual Heaven for the first time in my life. I was soon on my knees allowing Wayne access to my jiggling tits and he took immediate advantage, tugging and slapping them as I took as much sticky cock into my mouth as I could manage while his sticky cum continued to drip out of my tingling and stretched slit. Laughing at my over enthusiastic cock-sucking Wayne grabbed two handfuls of hair and began fucking my face; until my jaw ached. Thinking this was my only opportunity to fuck such a well hung stud, I wriggled free and quickly straddled him. "You are fucking cock hungry, aren't you Miss?" He smirked as I guided his thick stiff cock back to my well fucked pussy. "Go on ride it like a bitch." "Oh my God!" I sighed as I had to bite my bottom lip as inch after deliciously thick inch filled my hot hole. This time I was in control as I slowly raised and lowered my body onto his donkey-cock until I acclimatised to having my whole lower body stretched; then, with Wazza holding onto my hips I really did ride him like a bitch on heat! It had taken him nearly ten minutes to cum earlier and this time I hoped for more; and boy did I get what I wanted. After a few minutes of riding his pole I breathlessly slid forward until I was lying on top of him; grinding my pussy onto his dick. Without a word Wazza firmly grabbed my arse cheeks and began violently thrusting his cock into me again; I met each thrust with a downward push as I found an angle so my clitty could rub against his pubes. It didn't take 30 seconds for me to feel the tingle in my toes and I was soon screaming with a powerful orgasm. Unlike my ex-husband who would have immediately stopped; young Wayne only increased the speed and force of his fucking until I came a second time; something I'd never achieved before. Sweating profusely and out of breath, I had to get him to stop; but as I tried to get to my feet he cackled and pushed me onto my back, where he pinned me down by my shoulders. "How about a titty-fuck with those massive jugs?" It was less a question and more a command. I instinctively pushed my titties together smothering his swinging dick. "Mmmmmmm." He purred as he began sliding his long cock between my mammaries; using my pussy juices as lubricant, until his knob touched my chin. Without a second thought I opened my mouth and poked my tongue out, giving him a target to aim for. He hit the bullseye each time. After a couple of minutes I sensed his breathing getting shallower as his titty-fucking became faster until he started grunting and SPLASH a big spurt of hot spunk landed across my cheek. I excitedly leaned my head forward and the second and third went into my mouth. My ex-husband had begged for years for me to let him cum in my mouth and I'd always refused; yet here I was willingly letting a young tearaway do the exact thing. There wasn't any specific taste but the raw smell was over powering and I found myself sliding a hand down between my legs to ferociously rub my clit as he wiped his sticky cock across my middle-aged face. As I quickly started to cum, much to my exhilaration Wayne forced his cock back into my gaping mouth; which set me on the road to my third orgasm in thirty minutes. Grinning at my outrageous behaviour the tattooed youngster moved backwards and sat against the sofa arm; legs apart and his cock hanging proudly in the centre. Unashamed, and making no attempt to wipe his cum away; I let my arms splay either side of me allowing him to see me heaving boobs and sparkling and stretched pussy. Once I'd got my breathing under control I realised that a suspender had come loose and one of my stockings had a ladder above the knee. As I sat up my boobs naturally dangled as I reattached the suspender. Still sitting I smiled and cupped his ball bag in my hand and gently massaged them. "Fucking Hell!" He cackled, "You want some more?" I smiled and nodded, before squeezing his balls with one hand and tugging at his long, limp dick with the other. His cock immediately sprang to life in my hands; and with the aid of another sloppy blow job was soon hard enough to fuck again; but his phone rang, spoiling the moment. "Shit!" He sighed, "That'll be my ex. I'm supposed to be taking the kids to MacDonalds." With that he pushed my head away and went to find his phone. I heard half a conversation with the girl, and realised my afternoon of passion was over as he gathered up his discarded clothes when he immediately rang someone to collect him 'straight away' from my house. I lay in a daze on the sofa casually stroking my clit as I squeezed my boobs. "Fuck it!" He laughed when he saw what I was doing; "another twenty minutes won't hurt." With a cheeky grin and his hardening dick swinging from side to side he swaggered back from the kitchen. In the blink of an eye he forced his arms under my legs and pushed, bending me double until my knees pressed against my boobs; knocking the air out of me. Like a guided missile his cock found my pussy and slid in balls deep with hardly any effort. "Oh Dear God!" I sighed as his knob bounced off my cervix for the first of the next twenty or so times. Wayne grunted through gritted teeth as he pounded me like a train; making my squeal and squeak with delight. "You can't get enough, can you? You dirty old cunt." Wayne joked as he forced one of my ankles over my shoulder. "I'm going to phone Davie as soon as I get home and get you on film, fucking and sucking cocks like a proper slut. Would you like that?" He hissed as his fucking nearly got out of control and even moved the sofa a few inches. Not really knowing what I was saying I gasped, "Yes, yes, yes!" as he fucked the living daylights out of me. "Huh...huh...HUH!" The tattooed porn star grunted as he soon filled my battered pussy with another load of hot young spunk. "Oh fuck...that's it...fuck." He panted as he slid his cock out with an audible 'plop.' Shaking his head and smirking he picked up my blouse; which was mixed in with his clothes and wiped his sticky dick clean as I lay trembling with excitement and frantically rubbing my engorged clit; cumming as he laced up his trainers. I was still in a fog when I heard a car toot-toot for his attention. As I lay starry-eyed and laughing, legs splayed apart as his cum oozed out of my well fucked pussy Wayne playfully patted his pockets, "You haven't got something for my taxi have you? I'm skint." Forgetting I'd already given him £20 earlier it felt incredibly decadent as I brazenly walked, boobs wobbling and spunk running down my thighs into the kitchen to find my purse and give him another £20. "Thanks Miss," he winked as he pocketed the cash; "Gotta go, but...fuck...I'd love to stay." Then he playfully shook my tits and shook his head; before swaggering out to the waiting car, leaving the door wide open and me standing naked but for my stockings and suspenders in the hall. The friend tooted the car horn loudly when he saw that I made no attempt to cover myself and just before I closed the door; Wayne waved my knickers like a spoil of war as the car sped off with both boys laughing their heads off. Still drunk on alcohol and sex I gathered up the rest of my clothes; examining my soiled blouse before and sniffing it; which sent a sexy shiver through my body, then headed upstairs for long luxurious bath. Later that evening relaxing on the sofa in my pj's, reliving the afternoon's events my phone peeped. I didn't recognise the number but the message read - 'check out Mr Clean website Dirty Teacher. Wayne ;) "Oh shit!" My memories had sort of erased him taking pictures of my dropping my knickers earlier in the day and fingering myself. Only he hadn't been taking pictures; when I logged into the website I saw the latest post; and it was unmistakably me in my kitchen; lifting my skirt then unzipping it and dropping it to the floor, eventually followed by my knickers and then radiantly fingering myself while he gave a running commentary; continually calling me 'Miss', presumably why they had described me as a Hot Housewife and school teacher. I felt sick as I watched it over and over again; thankfully he had been as good as his word and my face wasn't on show. As I watched my own dirty film for the fifth or sixth time I unwittingly found my fingers inside my my PJ's and rubbing my soaking wet slit. What was I turning into? I'd never felt like this; not even as a hormonal teenager. With two fingers deep inside my pussy my phone peeped again; 'Davie is going to call you. Wants to meet you ;) hahaha Wayne'