Cynthia's Life On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Life On The Wild Side

... bodies, her tanned but pale skin is so bland when it is set against hi ebony richness.

"Viv…Viv!” she gasps, rising and slumping down on him, her tits swaying and jerking, “you're so deep inside me!”

“Don’t I just know it!”

Cynthia rocks her body, starting a slow and deliberate motion. She can feel his cock slide, about halfway, out of her pussy before she lets her body slump back down onto him. His length and thickness are scraping her walls, the blood-gorged veins adding to the ripples of pleasure that he feels coursing through her belly.

"You’ll remember this day and job, won’t you?” she grunts as she drives down onto him, his big strong hands gripping her hips and helping her work him.

"Oh woman, Cynthia," he groans, looking down at where she has taken him. The woman is wild and horny, and she brings him on in a frenzy of coupling. "Don't…don’t, or I’ll lose it!”

“I want that…I want to feel it,” she gasps, her body again wracked with the pleasure Viv brings as she keeps pulling her down onto his penis and coaxes her to move on him as they succumb to the final throes of pleasure they have aroused in each other. The tradesman has claimed the mistress of the house. She bends forward and feels his shaft reach the limit in her body as it erupts again, the sound of her ass slowly smacking against his strong thighs filling the room.

“You sure live out what’s on your mind,” he tells her as Cynthia finally eases off him and kneels by his side. He reaches ...

... out to grip one breast, to feel its weight, and sees how hard her nipples are. For a woman of her age, she’s a wonder to look at and has wasted him, his prick aching as never before. “Have there been more times like this?”

“No,” she smiles thinly, and wagging a finger at him, “and you shouldn’t ask.”

“Ask a lady, you mean?” he grins, challenging her to respond. “I’d better get going and finish what I came here to do….”

“Until the rain came and you were distracted?”

“Yeah, it goes something like that.”

The woman was good, no mistake, working him better than many he’d gone with. Her motivation for seducing him into shagging with her eluded him, still, except that she seemed to love black cock.

He slipped out of her hold on him and gathered up his clothes.

Cynthia watched him wash, having taken him to the main bathroom. She simply clothed her naked body in what she usually wore for gardening chores, loose and cool given the warmth, still, of the autumn weather.

“Have you got much left to do?” she asked, finding nothing else to say given the circumstances. Her life really couldn’t go on in this way, she thought, not after taking two lovers who were so outside her comfort zone, as some would have it.

“No, I’m through, got most of my gear into the van before the rain chucked it down.” He fished in a deep patch pocket of his work trousers. He held a slip of folded paper out to her in his large hand. “The final account…no special service included.”

She ...