Walk Of Shame - Sex Stories

Walk Of Shame

... legs was the ultimate prize and Justin wanted so much to revel in the pleasure behind that red thong. He moved the garment to one side so he could feast his eyes on her lush pussy. It looked so inviting, her pink lips complemented by neatly trimmed pubic hair. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Justin’s hands ran up and down Stella’s legs still stopping her from doing anything but display her pussy.

She reached into his groin, undid his jeans, and pulled out his cock. It was hard and ready for action. Stella moved forward, straddled Justin and sat on his lap.

She manoeuvred herself onto his cock. He pushed inside her as she bounced up and down on his throbbing member.

Justin unzipped her dress and pulled it down to her waist revealing her perky tits. Her nipples were aroused and hard. Justin ran his tongue over them as he pounded into her wet canal.

Stella pulled Justin’s checked shirt from his torso. She moaned out her orgasm as she came hard on his cock.

Slowly she got up and pulled her dress completely off. Her lace thong was wet with cum, she slid it down her legs and flicked it in Justin’s face, he loved the smell of her fuck fluid.

He got up and pulled a naked Stella in close. His hands grabbed her bare ass as they kissed. Stella pulled down Justin’s jeans, his cock still hard, it swung in the air and rubbed against Stella’s moist groin.

Justin walked Stella upstairs to the master bedroom, which obliviously was where he slept with his ...

... wife.

Stella lay back on the bed as Justin got on top of her and put his throbbing cock back in her pussy. He thrust hard and deep, swimming in her heavily filled-up cunt. They kept fucking through the night until Justin was spent and hosed her tits with his semen. It was crazy sex, Justin hadn’t had a night like this for a long time.

The morning sun burst through the window. Stella and Justin slept naked, half-covered by bedsheets. The roar of a truck outside disturbed the silence.

“Fuck, it’s my Patricia, my wife,” Justin shouted.

“Quick, you have to get out of here.”

Patricia wasn’t due home until tomorrow, Justin figured he would have all day to clear up the existence of Stella and not just minutes.

With nothing on, Stella flew downstairs, she picked up her bag, clothes and shoes. She ran naked to the back of the house. She slid on her thong still wet from last night, then jumped in her skirt.

Justin frantically went through the house pulling sheets off the bed, hiding used glasses. He told Stella if she went to ‘Treats’, the café down the road he would get his cousin Jed, who worked there to give her a lift back to the hotel. Stella agreed and ahead out the backdoor, putting on her corset as she went.

She waited and watched as Patricia seemed to be unloading her 4x4 of children and bags before going into the house.

When the coast was clear, Stella ran down barefoot past some trees and onto the road. She dusted off her soles and put her heels on. Some ...