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Wild For Horses
Date: 3/1/2017, Categories: First Time Taboo Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith
... Burton don't like to touch no used goods," he drawled at her wolfishly. Once again, her bl**d was set running by his vulgarity, though at the same time she felt she ought to be offended. But it just turned her on. "Yes, okay, sugar. I sure will." She hung up excitedly and went to take a shower. She stepped over many bodies. Many men tried to grab her and make her join in their orgy. Finally she got to the bathroom and locked the door and turned on the water. Driving over in the very same car that his son had used earlier in the evening, a cigarette firmly ensconced between his thin lips, Burton Reynolds was thinking: No, it's her ass I want. I want to shove it in her ass. He was thinking how he wanted to prove to this little wench that he was the only man she could ever want. And that if she wanted him, she had better prove it. He didn't want her going out with Jason or any other boys anymore. He wanted her to sit at home and wait for him to bring his cock to her. But of course, these were all very d***ken thoughts. And added to the recipe was the phone call he had earlier from his wife. Loretta was coming home the next day from Miami. Her paper at the convention had been a big success. He told her he couldn't wait for her to come home. But the truth was, something had happened to him while she was away. Suddenly, he felt old as he realized all the responsibilities he had. A wife and k**s, a house and mortgage. He didn't have his freedom anymore. And when he ...
... looked at a sweet young piece of ass like Ramona, he missed his freedom, he sorely missed it. He stomped on the gas pedal and sped through the night. He arrived at her house and heard the sounds of the d***ken party going on inside. He honked the horn twice. Ramona came out on the porch. He opened the door and she hopped in the car. He drove off. In the car, she had tried to snuggle up against him. But there was something so cold, and fierce and violent about him tonight. He didn't even touch her. Finally she had moved away. When she asked him, "Where are we going?" he had said nothing. He took her directly to the motel down the road. He went in to register. Ramona stroked her blonde hair nervously. Now she knew. This sleazy hotel. She was only wearing white short shorts and a pink tube top and her white sandals. She knew that if anybody caught him registering in the motel with her, he would get in a lot of trouble for corrupting the morals of a minor. The idea only excited her even more. She was intoxicated with fear and excitement. That she could drive a mature man to such violent passions, where he would risk everything - his home life and f****y, made her feel important! He came back out to the car with the motel key. They drove to number 17, a tacky white door. He parked and they went inside. Inside he turned on the light. It was nothing more than a naked, glaring light bulb. "Take your clothes off," he told her as he started to unbutton his shirt. "Wait, ...