MILF Slut: Sequel Four - Sex Stories

MILF Slut: Sequel Four

Sandy's evening at the Party Boat was not over. She was still full of lustful energy and felt as if she was only in the first inning of a nine inning game. After several minutes, Sandy decided to go out onto the deck for another look at the stars and full moon while Terry napped. It was a warm and comfortable summer night with only a suggestion of a breeze when a man came up behind her and said, "Hi Queenie." Like Sandy, except for his thong and nipple clamps, he was nude. He had the start of a beer belly even though he was still young and was sporting an erection that Sandy could not ignore. "Hello," she said politely. "Looks like you are having a good time?" she said, gazing at the firm appendage between his legs. "It's okay. I wanted to do anal but Louisa doesn't do anal. She wanted to be with Guy anyway. She's there with him and Sylvia," he said with a slight slur. "It's okay. Now I'm here with you Queenie. Do you do anal, beautiful?" "I suppose so, but it depends on my mood." "What's your mood now?" the man asked. "Romantic. The full moon really gets a girl in the mood." "So, let me do you here," he said rather forcefully. "No way. I'm not doing anything out here," Sandy said leaving no room for compromise. "Okay, let's have a drink in my cabin." "Alright but just a drink." He grabbed her nipple chain and led Sandy to a cabin a few doors down from number three. The man still hadn't introduced himself when they stepped inside the room. He poured himself a glass of Jack ...

... Daniels. "Ya want some?" he asked gruffly. She said she didn't drink whiskey. "Okay, you don't drink whiskey, but you do anal and that's just fine with me. Bend over on the bed, slut," he said brusquely and gave her a shove. Sandy had never been treated that way but his rough manner turned her on in a way she had never experienced. She bent over on the bed as he had commanded, then turned back to him and said, "I don't do this without a condom." He was rubbing his dick to get himself harder in anticipation of plowing into her ass, but he stopped for a minute to reach on the bedside table to grab a small foil package and a jar of Vaseline. "Here ya go whore. If you want it, put it on." Sandy took care to roll it on his stiff prick so as not to tear the latex. He gave her the jar of jelly and she obliged by smearing a large glob over his hard member. "Get over by the bed, tramp," he demanded. In a strange way, being humiliated just made her feel sexy and she felt her juices flowing again. Sandy inexplicably enjoyed the suggestion that she was nothing but a fuck doll. She bent over the bed waiting for his assault. The man's first motion was to rip down her thong then split her ass cheeks with his cock entering her ass without the slightest hesitation. He banged into her for a couple of dozen savage strokes and was finished. "Okay, get the hell out of here, bitch." "You're an ass whatever your name is," she said slamming the door when she left with cum oozing out of her rear and ...