Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 6: While the Cat i - Sex Stories

Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 6: While the Cat i

... experimenting herself, Suzie had been curious about Pamela and wondered what the mature white woman's pussy might taste like. She and her f****y had moved from China to the United States just a few years before to help her uncle with his restaurant. Living among what they considered barbarians had been a little bit of a shock, but Suzie had quickly adapted to western ways, much to the chagrin of her more traditional parents. "Here we go," Pamela said, returning to the living room with her wallet in hand. "What do I owe you?" "18-50, Mrs Mainwaring," Suzie said, slightly distracted and still looking at Darla, who was returning her stare with one of her own. Pamela took a twenty and two one dollar bills from her wallet and was handing them to Suzie when she noticed where Suzie was looking and turned to see Darla on the sofa. "Oh," she said, "where are my manners. Suzie, this is my friend Darla. Darla, this is Suzie. She is our regular delivery girl from Wu's." Darla got off the sofa giving Suzie a quick glimpse of her bare pussy and walked to where Suzie stood, mesmerized, and stuck out her hand. Suzie took it and applied the polite squeeze she had been taught was appropriate. "Pleased to meet you," Suzie said. "Likewise, I'm sure," Darla replied smiling. "See anything you like?" "Darla!" Pamela said, shocked. "Here you go," Pamela quickly added, handing Suzie the cash. Suzie handed over the bags of food and headed for the door, looking back over her shoulder at Darla who was ...

... grinning at her in a most lascivious way. "Thank you Mrs. Mainwaring," Suzie trilled as she made her escape. She heard the two women laughing as she headed down the walk to her car. Western women are very strange, she thought as she drove away. "I think you were going to invite her to join us Darla," Pamela said, laughing as they went into the kitchen to unpack the bags of food. "I think she would have. You should have let me," Darla said, laughing. "Maybe next time," Pamela said, setting out plates, chopsticks and napkins. "Let's eat. I think at least one of us is hungry." "Good idea. I'm starving. I hate fucking on an empty stomach," Darla said. "So, how did things go after I left that night? Did you tell Sean about our little hotel meeting?" "Yes, I did, and it was nearly a disaster. Sean was NOT happy that I'd gone behind his back to have sex with you. It was the first time in 40 years of marriage that we ever went to bed with unresolved issues. I hardly slept." "So, what happened?" "Well, since I was a bad girl, I told Sean he should punish me." "And?" "Well, first he whipped my ass with a wooden spoon. My bare ass, mind you, and then he fucked me so hard I almost passed out." "Wow," Darla said, her face a little flushed. The discussion had clearly turned her on. "Oh, and that's not all." "Really? There's more? What did he do, chain you up in the basement and take a whip to your tits or something?" "Really, Darla, you must be reading too many bodice rippers," Pamela said, ...