Serviced By The House Guest, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Serviced By The House Guest, Part 1

Mary felt the wave of her fifth mini orgasm radiating through her body, she had been edging for several hours in a marathon masturbation session, building up to the crescendo that was always mind-blowing, where she would convulse violently for ages on the bed in sheer bliss. Reaching for her large dildo she was eager for the explosion of joy to engulf her body.

With legs parted wide Mary looked down at her bald flesh mound as she lined the tip of the dildo at her slit, she gasped and moaned as it parted her soaking lips knowing how good it was going to feel buried deep. She enjoyed forcing the dildo in and out with deep slow strokes until she was about to orgasm then she’d ram it fully home and leave it deep inside as she came. Slowly the penis-shaped head slipped in two inches. Mary let out a deep sigh as her clit throbbed and twitched eager for more.

Ding Dong!

Just then the front doorbell rang causing Mary to freeze, she wondered who on earth it could be, she rarely had visitors, wasn’t expecting any parcels and her daughter Sarah wasn’t due home from University until tomorrow. She’d received a text message that morning saying Sarah had a flat tyre which couldn’t be fixed until tomorrow.

“Bollocks,” Mary huffed out loud feeling annoyed with the interruption, she had half a mind to ignore whomever it was.

Ding Dong… Ding Dong!

The bell chimed again, Mary left the dildo on the bed reaching for her dressing gown, a short black silky one that just about ...

... covered her ass cheeks. He husband had bought it for her one Christmas, she wore it often around the house, it made her feel glamorous and sexy, not like the plain overweight middle-aged woman she saw in the mirror. Mary opened the front door and poked her head through a small gap trying to conceal her body from the stranger.

“Yes, can I help you,” she said breathlessly with her flushed face.

“Is Sarah in? I am Rob, I was expecting more traffic but sailed down so am a little early, hope you don’t mind,” Mary seemed a little confused which showed on her face as her eyebrows squashed together as she noticed the suitcase.

“Sarah won’t be here until tomorrow, she got a flat tyre and can’t get it fixed until then,” she explained embarrassed to open the door any wider in her highly aroused state as juices trickled down her inner thigh, she could even smell her own musky scent.

“Oh,” Rob seemed surprised by the news and fished the phone from his pocket. “Ah! She sent me a text but I was driving so didn’t see it, damn,” Rob looked disappointed.

“Look why don’t you come in, it’s been a long drive, you can stay in the guest room tonight if you would like, saves you a lot of driving and faffing around,” Mary was a kind soul but also curious about his relationship to Sarah.

Rob was close in age to Mary, not what you’d call handsome, though he did have a rugged charm about him. Not the usual type Sarah went for. Mary was like a cat on a hot tin roof, whilst she was keen to ...