Sharing My Landlady's Bed - Sex Stories

Sharing My Landlady's Bed

... imagine hurting my lovely landlady.

The day dragged but it was a mercifully short one and I was away from United Metals by three-thirty and opening the door of theHollyhocks Guest House before four o'clock. It was quiet inside. I went upstairs and threw my laptop on the bed, then I went downstairs and into the kitchen, which was empty. I walked into the passage and tapped at Penelope's door.

'Hello?'

'Come in, Robin,' I heard her say.

Inside it was warm and gloomy, she'd drawn the thick curtains against the fading afternoon light of the January afternoon and the only light was from a reading lamp. Penelope was sitting on the sofa, reading a magazine. She stood as I came in and I saw that she was dressed in her cream-coloured nylon dressing gown. As I looked at her she loosened the cord and slipped the robe from her shoulders. Underneath she was wearing only a black suspender belt and black stockings. I goggled.

'Is this what you wanted?' she whispered.

'Oh God,' was all I could say and then I was reaching for her, pulling her into my arms, kissing her passionately, mouths open, my tongue exploring her mouth, my hands all over her back and her bare buttocks. Then I was pulling her to the bed. 'Find me some old stockings or tights,' I ordered, 'I'm going to tie you to the bed.'

She looked at me for a moment, her mouth half open, and I thought she was going to refuse. In fact, she admitted later, it was the most erotic thing that anyone had ever said to her. ...

... So she went to a chest of drawers and started rummaging through her underwear drawer, coming up with two pairs of flesh-coloured tights.

'Now get on the bed,' I told her. 'And stretch your arms out.'

She obeyed and I tied her wrists to the metal bars of the bedstead, taking care not to bind her too tightly. As I secured her, she watched me silently with her dark eyes in their heavy lids.

I stripped off, throwing my clothes to the floor, my cock an aching pole. Christ, I wanted this woman so much, and here she was, in stocking and suspenders, tied to the bed, wriggling with anticipation, her thick, black bush stark against the paleness of her skin and the white cotton duvet cover.

I lay down next to her and kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth, my hand massaging a breast, pinching the big nipple into stiffness as I worked my mouth against hers. I kissed her cheeks and her neck, her shoulders and her breasts. I sucked her nipples and bit them and she squealed and pulled against her restraints as I worked my way down her body, over her little bulge of a tummy, down to her loins, where I could feel the heat of her pussy and smell the scent of her arousal.

I parted her labia with my thumbs and sank my face to her cunt, pushing my tongue deep inside her, tasting her juices, smelling her musk, lapping up her silky fluid, her hair tickling my nose. I lifted her stockinged legs over onto her chest, holding them down as I feasted on her cunt, licking and sucking ...