Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night - Sex Stories

Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night

... Scarlett Leder who is just legendary. It's the very best of late 80s feature porn.

The film started and like most porn, it doesn't waste time in initial story development. A serving girl is servicing one of the handsome guards right in the middle of the castle's halls.

I crept around the corner and then got to my feet not being quiet any longer. I walked behind the sofa and cleared my throat as I sat down on one of the chairs from the dinette. I sat quietly behind her right shoulder, and we watched the first sex scene in its entirety and then as the story started to develop. I heard her gasp when the mysterious Scarlett Leder made her scene entrance. Maggie is bigger framed than Scarlett with bigger tits and ass, but in every other way, the resemblance was uncanny. Funny how I'd never realized it before. Their hair color was the same, similar facial features, and they both had that sultry look down pat.

Onscreen, Scarlett is meeting with a visiting dignitary and very shortly said dignitary is face first in Scarlett's scarlet muff. I heard Maggie's breathing quicken when I stood up behind the couch. I reached over and caressed her face. Her wrist snapped back and popped my forearm. "Hey, knock it off perv! I'll call the usher!" I pulled my hand back and chuckled. "Sheesh, can't a gal enjoy her smut in peace?" she said loudly.

I waited another minute or so standing behind the couch. I watched Maggie's legs begin to open and her hand pressed down on her vulva ...

... through her white skirt. She gasped softly as she cupped her fingers.

I leaned over her and just let my presence intrude on her private moment. At first, she pulled her hand back a few inches, but when I didn't move, she began caressing herself again. After a minute, I slowly slid my hand into the V of her blouse, caressing the top of her breast. "Oh, you are a very bad man," she whispered with a little anger in her voice. I was impressed with her acting. My hand crept downward to cup her nipple. I felt it harden in my palm. "You really shouldn't! Stop it this instant, you masher!"

I nearly lost it right then. I'd heard the term 'masher' used toward gropy men in old movies, but never heard it uttered by anyone not in a black and white film. I guess that was Bobbi's queue. She stepped behind the sofa and gave my arm a whack. "Unhand the lady, you filth," she said in a very deep manly voice. Or as close as she could come to one. When I pulled my arm back, she stepped around the front of the sofa and bowed slightly to her stepmother. She was dressed in a lady's pinstripe pants suit. The jacket had a masculine cut to it, very 1980s. She wore a white men's dress shirt and tie. Her lovely hair was coiled up and stuffed under a black trilby hat. Only the black slingback high heels she wore looked particularly feminine. Her makeup was beautiful and included a pencil-thin mustache she'd drawn on with her eyeliner pencil. Seeing my wife in drag was strangely exciting.

"Pardon me, ...