Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h - Sex Stories

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... moaned.

Before he could make an attempt, I started unfastening my jeans and pulled them part way down. He nibbled and sucked on a nipple while I kicked my jeans aside and began working on removing his shirt. We were in awkward positions but still managed to eventually get each other down to undies. The bulge in his boxers held lots of promise.

When he slipped a hand inside my panties he gasped. “My God, Dee, you’re soaked.”

I murmured, “I told you I wanted you. Did you think I was faking?”

“No, I don’t think you fake anything.” His fingers probed further, searching for the source of my sexual fountain.

Oh YES, he found it!

Stroking me with his fingers and massaging my clit were needless foreplay. While he played with me, I worked his boxers down and freed his cock. His manhood was supremely correlated with the rest of his physique. Tall, muscled, hard yet smooth, I played my hand over its length. I thought this will fill me well, and then his touch, our heat and my anticipation got the better of me and I moaned loudly.

“Here, now, do me…don’t play anymore…now, now,” I warbled.

He kicked his boxers from around his ankles and sat on the sofa. He then pulled me atop him so I was on his lap and our lips came together, my tits nestled warmly against his muscled and well-defined pecs. He wasn’t in a hurry but I was. I grabbed his erection and impaled myself on it. I expected ‘oomph’ yet I was still surprised to have it escape my lips aloud.

“Oooomph,” ...

... I yelped, as his cock filled me to its hilt and punched at the opening to my womb.

“Dee, baby. You don’t waste time, do you?”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I muttered. He wasn’t fucking me exactly—I was fucking him. I danced on his flesh-pole, up and down, up, and down, while he sat there and held onto me. My nipples hardened and ached as they rubbed against him. I felt the first stirrings of climax.

He didn’t let me speed down that exit ramp just yet, as he said, “Baby, let me do some of the work.” He managed to stand, still holding me, his cock still buried within me.

He carried me to his bedroom like that and gently lowered me to his bed. I opened my legs wide for him and he climbed on top and immediately thrust back into my wet and willing vagina. He was now in control and he exercised that control to perfection. He alternated between long and short thrusts, first riding low and then high to get at my g-spot. My hips rocked and thrust in hungry harmony with his. My mind was a kaleidoscope; colors intensifying as I closed in on the Big One. I knew he was fast approaching his climax but I wasn’t worried about being left behind.

“Oh…oh…oh…yes…yes…oh…yes…YES…OH…YES!” I sang as my vagina muscled clamped down on his beautiful cock in mid-thrust in the most exhilarating of contractions. Every tissue of my body pulsed in wave after wave of wonderful agony, beginning at my core and radiating outward like the warm rays of the sun. Then the tension released and I gasped, ...