To Quote Hemingway - Sex Stories

To Quote Hemingway

... lift a finger, let alone inflate that tiny pathetic wiggly thing between your legs.” Both women erupted in peels of giggles and laughter. The blonde’s laughter was higher-pitched while Patty’s had a rich deep timbre. Both women smiled. Then as if they had secret communication they both turned simultaneously to look at Rob. Their eyes feasted on his muscular body like he was the main course at a three Michelin star restaurant. Dave Potter looked down in shame. His watering eyes drilled the floor like a Black and Decker power drill. Not all the money in the world could redeem the older man’s pathetic locked cock. In the boardroom he might be a master of the universe. Here at home he was just a cuckold shackled and cock-locked by his trophy wife. Robbie for his part smiled with a certain youthful pride. His young ego swelled at Patty’s description of him. The young man that so recently was considered almost unemployable was getting used to his new job. Who even knew that being a “pet” could be a career option? The young athlete’s reverie was interrupted by a jerk on his collar. Patty led her young stud back towards the massive bed. Robbie’s nine-inch cock was still hard from Anja’s sucking and the less recent fucking. As the college student shuffled towards the bed he kicked away an empty Petrus bottle and a sequined set of cat ears that Anja had been wearing a few hours ago. At the edge of the bed Patricia turned. Her eyes connected with Rob’s. The young man could feel the ...

... intensity of her sexual passion. If Mrs Potter’s desire were physical heat it would have singed his hair. Anja mewed like a blonde cat in heat and ran her hand through Robbie’s hair. Pulling short on his collar Patty drew Rob’s lips to hers. The kiss was sensual. Her body pressed into his. Rob’s skin began to tingle and blood rushed to his cock. “Show my pathetic husband how to fuck a woman. Do it now.” Robbie reached down and cupped Patricia’s delectable taut ass in his huge hands. His tongue invaded her mouth. Rob felt vibrations on his lips as the older woman groaned with desire. As their kiss rose in passion he felt Anja’s hands exploring his ass. Breaking the kiss Robbie dropped to his knees. His eyes and mouth were level with the tiny triangle of hair between Patty’s hips. “God you are sexy Mrs Potter.” She giggled. “Call me Patty. You’re my lover. Let the caged cock-locked husband call me Mrs Potter. It makes me feel old.” Rob chuckled and moved his face forward. As his lips approached Patty’s moist little flower his nose detected the rich fruity odour of her sex. The earthy sex scent inflamed Robbie’s cock to a new level of hardness. He groaned. Robbie gripped Patty’s rounded firm ass. His mouth begins to plunder her sex. Parting her pink folds Robbie’s tongue finds Patricia’s swelling clitoris. As Rob’s tongue thrusts in Patty falls back onto the bed. The wanton wife spreads her legs wide. Robbie soon finds her wet pussy lips again. His tongue drives in. She moans. His ...