Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... landlady in stockings, suspenders and a negligee, kneeling for me as I fucked her. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen! Then there was her sexual awakening, her realisation that there was a world of pleasure out there waiting to be explored. And her willingness to explore it. Had she really only ever fucked in two positions? And would she really allow me in her arse?

At this last thought I felt my climax start to tingle through my cock and balls and I thrust harder and Penelope gasped and grunted and held on to the bedstead with red-tipped fingers, her knuckles white.

'I'm coming,' I gasped out as Penelope reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy with one hand. My vision clouded as waves of pleasure crashed down on me and my cock pulsed and spurted sperm into my landlady's cunt.

I slowed down and stopped, breathing heavily and holding on to her hips. Penelope was still rubbing herself and I could hear the squelching noises of her fingers. I stroked her bum cheeks and let a stray finger explore her crack, touching her anus, pushing the tip gently in. Penelope grunted louder and then gave four or five ragged gasps as her orgasm racked her middle-aged body.

'Was that good?' I asked her as she lay in my arms.

'You know it was. You're just fishing for compliments.'

I laughed and kissed the top of her head. 'Masturbating while I took you from behind was very sexy,' I told her. 'I'd like you to do that again.'

She looked up at me and smiled ...

... shyly. 'It's the only way I can orgasm during intercourse,' she admitted.

The next few days were some of the most pleasant of my life. Ok, I had to go to work during the day, but most evenings when I came home Penelope and I would go to her bed and make gentle love. Later, after dinner and a couple of hours of television, we would go to bed again. It was glorious. Penelope was deliciously submissive, unaware of the sexual aura that surrounded her, in my eyes. Whatever I ordered her to do, she would do it, meekly and without argument. She masturbated for me one evening while I kissed her and stroked her breasts. Another evening she showed me the dildo she used on herself and I ordered her to demonstrate for me. She was very shy about that but eventually she parted her legs and pushed the latex phallus into herself, fingering her clit with her fingertip until she reached a writhing, groaning climax, her back arched, her leg muscles taut.

On Friday morning she told me that she'd been shopping the previous day and had bought some new stockings.

'Make sure you're wearing them when I get back this afternoon,' I told her. 'It's Friday, so I'll be back by four. Oh, and you'd better see if you've got some Vaseline,' I added as a parting shot as I kissed her goodbye in the kitchen. She didn't say anything but her mouth opened in a silent 'O'. I had decided that I was going to take her anal cherry that afternoon, with no further discussion. Of course I would be gentle; I couldn't ...