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eye of a couple of men walking towards her, one nearly bumping into a lamp post!

The nearer she got I noticed her nipples sticking out like puppies noses.

I stood up and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, telling her how sexy I thought she looked, which was giving me a stiffy, which made her blush.

As we drank our coffees, I teased her about the previous night and how much it had turned me on. She confessed it had been the same for her … more so perhaps as she was sitting here today. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, eventually settling on her ankles and … there it was … a wrinkle in the nylon.

As a connoisseur of such things, I knew a wrinkle like that meant only one thing, she was wearing stockings!

Jenna confessed to not being able to sleep herself, for thinking about what she’d done … which was completely out of character, but had ‘phoned in sick’ hoping I really was at a loose end today.

After finishing our coffees I stroked her left hand, barely touching her wedding ring and engagement rings, but enough to make her pull her hand away.

“Are you really sure about this?” I smiled.

Jenna pondered for a few seconds then nodded and bashfully smiled.

“Let’s go upstairs then.”

In the lift I leaned in, grabbed her leather covered arse with both hands, feeling for suspender straps … and found them, then forcefully kissed her … to which she responded enthusiastically, twirling her tongue around mine.

“You said you liked ‘women in leather’” she mischievously muttered, “so I brought this out of the back of the wardrobe … I haven’t worn it in years.”

I squeezed and caressed her buttocks until the lift ‘pinged’.

Inside the flat I offered a choice of drinks that were politely refused.

“Down to business then?” I grinned.

She nodded and her cheeks reddened.

I took her hand, kissed her again then led her to my bedroom, where I’d already tilted the blinds to allow light in but not prying eyes.

Jenna looked incredibly nervous as her eyes flicked around the room, settling on the large mirrors that she’d been fascinated by on Friday night and giving a discrete grin.

“You liked looking in the mirrors, didn’t you?” I teased as I stroked her arse once more, “seeing yourself sucking my dick was a bit like watching your own porn movie, wasn’t it? Just like last night?”

“A bit … I guess.” Red giggled and her nipples came into view again … which was obviously a good sign.

I lay back on the bed resting against the pillows and headboard, with one leg dangling down the side and began stroking my semi-erect cock.

“Are you gonna give me a strip show?” I leered.

Red rolled her eyes then chuckled before slowly and sexily pulling her sweater over her head revealing her monster tits encased in a very sexy sheer black bra, as she dropped it on the floor, she deliberately shook her tits and laughed.

Next, she unbuttoned her skirt and pulled the rear zip down. It was still very tight, so it took some really sexy wiggling to get it off leaving her in a matching transparent black nylon thong and suspender belt with black stockings.

When finished she was grinning and did a ‘ta da’ burlesque type motion, with her arms waving in the air as she rolled her hips.

My cock was now about 90% erect, already harder than most women had managed to get it in the last couple of years … there was something really special and erotic about this yummy mummy redhead.

By this time, I’d taken my t-shirt off, but left my shorts on … “If you want it ... come and get it.” I snuffled. “Get on all fours and crawl to me.”

Jenna climbed onto the king sized bed and remained on all fours as instructed, with her encased tits dangling and wobbling as she crawled towards me.

Her eyes were twinkling and she was licking her lips as she snuggled her face against my crotch, rubbing and kissing my cock through the jersey material, then pulled my shorts down with one hand.

“Wow!” she chuckled as my cock sprang into life, “it’s as big as I remembered”. Then wrapped her lily white fingers around my ebony shaft; totally forgetting that her wedding and engagement rings were fully on show … which was another of my ‘turn ons.’

“Mmmmm.” She purred as her fingers flittered across the sensitive veins making me gasp.

“Can I lick it?” She nervously asked … as if I would say no!

“Sure … make it better than Friday. Though.”

“I will,” she purred, “it’s all I’ve been thinking about all night.”

Her blowjob on Friday night was amazing for someone who claimed not to have sucked her husband’s cock in a couple of years but she had to be kept in her place.

Red then began lasciviously licking my shaft, not taking her eyes off mine.

“What? You haven’t given any thought to getting fucked again?”

“Well,” she mused, “That as well.” Then buried two or three inches of prime meat into her mouth making her gurgle while slowly wanking the shaft.

“Good girl.” I chuckled, stroking her copper coloured hair, “that’s a good start.”

Jenna’s head was soon bobbing on my 9 inch cock, taking in three or four inches at a time and swirling her tongue around the tip while stroking and scratching my ball sack with her long manicured nails.

“Do you really not suck your husband’s dick?” I taunted her. Still with a mouth full of black cock, she shook her head.

“Man … he’s really missing out; you’re one mighty fucking fine cocksucker.”

She was soon totally engrossed in sucking my dick while watching herself in the six feet tall mirror in the corner near the headboard, so she didn’t notice me pick up my phone and covertly film her with my black dick in her pretty married mouth, for a couple of minutes.

Next, I took my dick out and while rubbing it over her face whispered, “Remember last night? I told you I wanted a titty wank? Well, now’s the time.”

“Sure.” She smiled and nodded then rocked back until she was sitting on her calf’s, before unhooking her bra and throwing it on the floor.

“Oooh …. Them’s some fucking fine titties you have there.” I grinned and noticed the thin scars on the underside as she cupped and squeezed them. “Don’t tell me you’ve never given him a titty-wank with those beauties before either.”

Jenna grinned and shook her head, “he’s never asked.”

“I bet you gave them out before you got married though?” I joked.

Still cupping her tits, she pouted then sighed, “once … twice I suppose … two boys I met on holiday in Spain a few years ago.” Then grinned at her confession.

“Did they both fuck you?” I was intrigued now.

“No … just one of them.” Jenna smiled naughtily, the other one had already … cum on my boobs.”

“What was the fuck like?”

“It was over very quickly … too quickly I suppose.” The redhead twitched her nose, “We’d been flirting and it was my last night. If I’m honest, I was gagging for it with the elder one. We were kissing on the beach, and he was playing with my … tits, then pushed me onto my back and pulled my panties off and started … fingering me while we were kissing. His brother had pulled my t-shirt off and was very happy playing with my tits at the same time … me too. Out of nowhere he knelt beside and pushed my bra up and pressed his cock between them just as his brother put his cock into my … pussy.”

“I just lay there I suppose and it was all over very quickly. The young one got very excited and sprayed his stuff on my boobs …. Then the eldest one grunted and pulled out wanking onto the sand.

It was all over very quickly but I loved it … but the best bit was probably watching their stuff come out.” Jenna giggled at the memory. “I still like that now.”

“Dirty Jenna.” I chuckled. “Does your husband know?”

She pouted and shook her head.

“Was that your first fuck?”

She beamed and nodded.

“Lick your nipples.” I barked, and with a cheeky smile she lifted the left orb and licked the rubbery nipple then managed to pull it into her mouth where she suckled it for me, then the right one … both times looking at herself in the mirror.

“It’s titty-wank time.”

“MMMmmm, yes please.” Red chuckled, as she leaned forward for me to slide my cock between her dangling tits, then pushing them together before rubbing them up and down with a mischievous grin.

God Almighty did it feel good.

“Spit on it … give it some lube.”

The Yummy Mummy looked confused.

“Dribble some spit onto it … it makes it a smoother wank.”

Jenna got the point and tipped her pretty head forward, masticated for a few seconds then let a string of spittle pass from her ruby red lipstick covered lips and land onto the valley between her tits.

She loosened the pressure allowing some spit to run between them, then let another drool follow.

Flicking her eyes between me and the mirror she began a second titty-wank.

“Did you know the boy was going to cum on your tits?”

“No, not really.” She panted as I took over holding her tits and wanking faster. “I’d … you know…” she made a fist and shook it to imitate masturbating them. “A couple of times and with them the day before … so you know … it shouldn’t have been a surprise.”

“Did you like it though?”

“A bit … I felt all grown up.”

“Do you feel grown up playing with my big black cock?”

“Ooh yes.” She giggled, putting more pressure onto her tits and shaking them faster.

I could do this all day, especially after taking a blue pill as soon as we’d agreed to meet. I’ve always had great control during foreplay … but felt I might blow a nut as soon as my dick went into her tight cunt.

After a few minutes Jenna sat back on her calf’s and fluffed her hair. I curled my finger urging her forward. The look on her face suggested she thought I was going to fuck her, but that was still a while off.

I lifted her tits and ran a fingertip down a scar. “When did you get these done?”

“Two years ago … a thirtieth birthday present.”

“Your husband’s idea?”

Red looked thoughtful, “Sort of …. They were a bit lopsided, so we decided to ‘fix’ them. They’d swollen up during my pregnancy, when he couldn’t keep his hands off them, so he decided to ‘fix them’ which made them bigger too.”

She cupped them as if examining them. “I thought they were too big, and, well … we sort of fell out over them.

It was too soon after having the baby, and he wanted me to … show them off, but I couldn’t so hid them, under baggy tops.

He wasn’t happy, and went on and on about it,” then she giggled, “When he rings on a Saturday he’d ask about my Friday night, had any men talked to me, did anyone try to get off with me? Shit like that.” She rolled her eyes. “Then I saw you notice them a few weeks ago … and I thought Sod it! 😉”

I must have looked very pleased with myself because she slapped my arm.

Because I’d been too focussed on her tits, I was ignoring her stocking clad legs and tiny thong.

“Oh!” I gulped as I stroked the nylon covering her thighs. Then ran a finger up and down her transparent panties, before hooking it in the top and pulling it down, exposing a freshly shaved pubic area. “That didn’t look like that last night.” I grinned.

“I know … I thought I’d treat you, so shaved it this morning.” She grinned and put her little finger in the corner of her mouth making her look deliciously innocent.

“Stand up … and take them off, give me a proper look.” I ordered the young housewife.

Still wearing her heals Jenna tentatively stood up on the bed, rocking from side to side to stay balanced.

“What are you doing?” She gasped as I picked up my phone again and began filming.”

“Just making memories.” I laughed.

“I don’t know … I, I, I’m not sure I want that.”

“Honey it’s not about what you want … it’s about what I want, now get on with taking your panties off.”

Jenna looked defeated and took a big deep breath as she eased them over her gorgeous arse, nearly tumbling twice.

I held her by the knees, placing the phone on my chest as she eased her panties down her legs, shaking like a tightrope walker, but she managed to finally get them over her shoes and dropped them on my face.

“Mmmmmm … they smell nice.” I moaned while stroking her legs. “Come forward so I can see that pretty cunt of yours.”

Jenna carefully teetered forward, making her tits wobble, until she was standing right over my head with her hands pressed against the wall, but glancing sideways to look in the nearest mirror, with my phone back in my hand and facing upwards I ordered her to ‘pull her flaps apart.’

She sighed, then balancing with her forehead against the wall, tentatively held her puffy labia and pulled them as wide as they would go, showing how wet and pink her orifice was and I was capturing it in glorious Technicolor.

“Finger yourself, like last night.” I followed up.

“You dirty bastard.” She snickered then slowly slid her left middle finger into her pussy, letting out a sigh as it went all the way in, and began twisting it around.

“Good girl,” I teased, “now lower yourself and sit on my face.”

“Oooh!” she squeaked, “I’ve never done that before.”

“It seems there’s a lot of things you’ve never done before … but will have by the time I send you home.”

It took a little bit of manoeuvring for her to get comfortable, but when she was finally squatting on my face, I began licking her hot cunt from clit to ‘dirt box’ which were both very sensitive …and both of which made her squeal with delight. After a few minutes she began breathing heavily and grinding her cunt against my tongue and nose in her haste to cum.

My phone was resting against a lamp and hopefully recording it all for posterity.

I hadn’t been with a woman wearing stockings for a couple of years, so enjoyed myself alternating between stroking the nylons and her suspender straps and tightly grabbing her delightful arse, occasionally spanking her making her yelp “Yes … yes… I’m a bad girl!” all the while feeding on her juicy cunt.

In that position I couldn’t finger her, but while cupping her arse realised I could slide a finger between her cheeks and crack until I found my goal …. At first tickling her tight rosebud, which made her gasp, then pressing the tip in.

“Oh God!” Red gasped throwing her head back and shaking her hair gasped, “What are you doing to me?”

I continued licking her, desperately avoiding her clit which seemed to be throbbing, while fingering her arse up to my first knuckle.

“Oh God … Oh my God!” She began panting and grunting as her orgasm neared, so I pressed my finger inside her arse another inch or so and pressing it from side to side slightly stretching her tight ring, making her squeak and tipping her over the edge.

“Ah … Ah … aaaaahhh ….. oooo….ooo… OOOHHH …. YES … YES… YES!” She screamed forcing her lower body onto my face, rubbing her wet cunt across my mouth and nose, breathing like a marathon runner.

“Oh my God,” she panted as she raised herself off me, “that was so naughty.”

“Which?” I goaded, “Sitting on my face or getting your arse fingered?”

“Both.” She giggled in between gasps. “Both.”

“Did you enjoy that?”

“What do you think?” she grinned as she curled off me and sat on the bed, caressing her bald pussy.

“How do you fancy a 69?” I asked before pulling her too me so I could suck on her rubbery tits and nipples.

“Yes … yes.” She panted and scuttled down the bed, so her face was next to my cock which she quickly wrapped her fingers around, her diamond engagement ring sparkling in the half-light.

I took hold of her ankle and pulled it over my chest; Red shuffled into position and began frantically licking and sucking my cock like a wild woman.

Her knees were slightly bent making her arse raised and her bald cunt was at eye level. I grabbed my phone again and began filming myself stretching her flaps then fingering her hot wet hole. Jenna was soon rocking in time while trying to stuff as much black cock into her mouth as possible.

I know it’s a cliché but there really is something special and erotic watching my finger (or cock) entering a white woman’s (especially a married white woman) pink pussy.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained so with my phone in one hand I twisted the other so I could get another finger into the pretty MILF’s tight arsehole, making her head jerk back because it went in two knuckles deep and I have big fingers!

“Shit!” she gasped.

“You’d better not!” I joked.

“Hasn’t hubby never fingered your arse before?”

“No … never.” She wheezed before going back to sucking my cock.

“Not even tried?”

“No, never.” She repeated and began pushing back onto my fingers.

“When’s he come home?”

“Saturday…. Saturday afternoon.” She panted, pushing herself onto her elbows and tossing her head back as my fingers did their work.

“Saturday? Why not Friday?” I was surprised as everyone I’d ever known who’d worked offshore had got choppered off on Friday afternoon and couldn’t wait to get home … usually by train.

“Yes… he gets onto the mainland too late for a train home, so stays over to ‘chill out’ with some mates.”

‘Mates?’ I thought …. ‘Whores more likely!’

Which was sad as he had a gorgeous wife, with massive tits that he’d bought and paid for, who seemed to love wild sex back at home playing with herself.

“What’ll he say when he finds your cunt and arsehole all stretched?”

Jenna began panting as my fingering got deeper and rougher as she backed onto them while wanking my cock.

“I doubt he’ll notice … he’ll be ‘too tired’ for sex next week.”

“That’ll be all the wanking he’ll be doing in his cabin. There’ll be nothing left”

Confused Jenna shook her head and looked over her shoulder, “What do you mean? I don’t think he does that.”

I laughed out loud, “Don’t be naïve … he’s got a shit load of time on his hands, so he’s got nothing else to do but watch porn!”

“Oh my God!” Jenna whimpered, suddenly discovering her husband’s secret life.

“Get back to sucking my dick, get it nice and hard.”

I’d hardly finished the sentence, and her head was bobbing up and down on my knob again as she worked the shaft with both tiny white hands, which I filmed with my arm stretched out, using my other to spank her arse, occasionally dipping a finger or two into one of her holes, or stroked her nylon covered legs, which she loved.

Satisfied my cock was as hard as it was going to get, I tapped her arse “time for the main show!”

I manoeuvred her around and told her to ‘get on board,’ Jenna beamed at the prospect, stretching one leg over mine then shuffling forward with a determined look on her face, grabbing my cock and rubbing my knob along her slit, eventually stopping when she found her front hole.

She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip in anticipation before slowly pressing down and an inch or two of my cock slid in easier than on Friday night … all of the foreplay had obviously paid off.

With my hands holding her steady around her hips, slowly, slowly she pushed down taking 6 or 7 inches in, then puffing her cheeks out and looking agitated she stopped. “That’s all,” she wheezed, “that’s all I can take.”

Her cunt was wet and juicy but still felt fabulously tight squeezing my cock.

“We’ll see, now get bouncing!”

Slowly at first as she acclimatised to my length and girth, Jenna eventually picked up the pace and looked quite manic as she fucked herself on my big cock; and much to my pleasure her tits were bouncing like two beach balls.

“Oh fuck!” she eventually gasped, “is it all in?”

“It has been for a couple of minutes … I knew you’d take it all.”

“Oh fuck … it still feels fucking massive; it’s filling me up … it’s really full.” She panted while gliding up and down, apparently savouring ever single inch of black cock inside her married cunt.

“It feels fucking awesome fucking this way.” She whispered.

I’d noticed she never swore at any other time but seemed to be really getting off saying ‘fuck’ during sex.

“Do you talk like that to your husband?”

She sensually shook her head, “he wants me too … but it never seems right with him.”

“But you can swear like a sailor with me? I’m not sure how to take that?” I teased.

“It feels natural when I’m with you … this really does feel like fucking!”

“So, what is it you like about it?”

She smiled while slowly raising her cunt up my cock, then slamming back down on it.

“I don’t know … it just feels so … sexy… different from what I’m used to I suppose.”

“Why’s that?”

“You know.” She coyly smiled then fully impaled began grinding her hips, letting out a sigh.

“Tell me.”

She chuckled, continued grinding, then whispered… “Your … your big black… cock. There, I’ve said it … your big fucking black cock … I love it in my and I fucking love sucking and fucking it!”

Just as she finished the sentence, I cupped my hands under her swinging tits to take her weight, then began ferociously thrusting into her making her scream then groan.

“Oh fuck!” she panted, “That’s so fucking good …. Yes… yes…. Oh fuck YES!”

After everything we’d done in the last hour or so I knew it wasn’t going to take me long at this pace,

“Tell me again … what do you like?” I just needed an extra bit of something to get me over the hill.

“Oh Shawn … your lovely big black cock, I fucking love it … I fucking love watching myself sucking on it …. That’s it baby, fuck me harder … fill me up with your big black cock!”

That was it … “Aaaaahhh …. Ooohh….. Aaaaaagghh ….. YES!” I grunted as I felt the first spurt shoot out and hit her cervix, then with a second thrust anther spurt helped fill her young married cunt, then a third.

I’d lost all power in my arms so eased her onto my chest as I slowly emptied the rest of my balls with a series of slow sensual thrusts.

“Fucking Hell!” Red grinned, “that was fucking awesome! How did you last so long?”

“Practice.” I wheezed as I fought for oxygen, “practice.”

We lay entangled for a minute or so, until she eased off me and just as she went to put her arm around me, I grabbed my phone, sat up and rolled in the opposite direction, “Open wide!” I ordered aiming the camera at her bald cunt which was already oozing my cum, “push it out.”

“Jesus Christ! Really?” she sighed as she raised her knees and using muscle memory squeezed some more cum out and I caught the imagery on my phone.

“Clean my cock.” I gasped forcefully.

“But … but it’s … covered with, okay.”

Without any real quarrel, Jenna leaned forward and ran her tongue along my shaft, stopping to lick up the occasional lump of spunk, then with one hand cupping my balls and the other gripping the base began hungrily licking and sucking any remnants out of my piss hole.

Exhausted I clambered up the bed and lay behind her, running my tongue around and along her rose tattoo, kissing her neck and ear lobes as she wriggled until her arse was pressing against my flaccid cock.

“What you said … do you think he might really watch porn when he’s away?”

I looked at the back of her head, not believing how naïve she must be.

“If he doesn’t, he will be the only one.” I whispered, “probably cuckhold films where the husband watches his wife getting fucked … by big black men.”

She reached a hand around and playfully slapped my arm.

“Seriously, it’s a big thing with white boys … especially those with little dicks … how Big’s his dick?”

Jenna lay still for a few seconds, then huskily whispered “About this.” Then spread her hand from thumb to little finger, about four inches or so.

“No wonder your cunt was so tight,” I laughed, “no wonder you’ve been craving a big black cock.”

“I never said I ‘craved’ it.” She replied.

“But you did … didn’t you? I know it took something to walk up to me in The Crab … but somebody had told you how big my cock was, didn’t they?”

With a little giggle she huskily whispered, “maybe.”

My hand was now caressing her tits as I felt the blood flowing back into my cock.

“Have you ever cheated before?”

“God NO!” She sharply replied, as if it was against everything she stood for, yet here she was lying next to a black man she’d barely known a week, in her stockings and suspenders with a cunt and mouth full of his jizz.

Talk about hypocrisy.

I continued kissing her neck, and she parted her thighs to accommodate my thickening cock to rub along her greasy slit.

“He kept trying to get me to ‘dress sexy’ when he was home and went out with friends … but,” she shrugged her shoulders. “When we spoke if he was on the rigs, he pestered me about going out with Tanya and her friends …. ‘Have a good time’ and stuff like that. It took a while, but I sort of got what he was on about.”

“What was that?” I whispered while squeezing her arse then running my hand down the nylon on her thigh.

“Then last Christmas I did go out with Tanya and It was a lot more fun than I expected. She invited me out the next Friday too … then it’s become a regular ‘thing’ I suppose. I love it, some of them are very naughty … talking to men and … I’m not stupid, sometimes some would slip out of a pub followed by a man, and some wouldn’t get the taxi home.”

“Just like you last Friday?”

“I guess.”

“What does he think about you going out ‘with the girls’ ?”

“He loves it I suppose, when he phones home on Saturdays he always asks about what I’d got up to … what did I wear, had any men spoke to me, did anybody ‘touch’ me?” She sighed.

“He never said it … but … I think he wanted me to ‘talk to men’ … weird huh?”

“Not as weird as you think … I reckon he’s the type to hide in the wardrobe with his dick in his hand.”

“Then in February I think I sort of mentioned a man had rubbed against me going to the bar. He sounded very excited.”

“I bet he was tugging away like a hormonal teenager!”

“Really?”

“Probably… he won’t be the first and he won’t be the last to want to see his pretty wife taking another man’s cock.”

“Have you … ever?”

“Hidden in a wardrobe? Fuck no!” I laughed, “but I’ve been on the other side a couple of times.”

“Really?” She sounded shocked.

“Yeh … one guy knew I was fucking his wife, and he asked her to ask me if he could watch …. It was a bit creepy, but they both got off on it … was it that different from you looking in the mirrors.”

“You know I do that?” Red sounded shocked.

“I’ve watched you, it’s what they’re there for … I love watching myself fucking women in them, it’s a bit like being in a porn film.”

Jenna giggled and gently began rubbing herself against my cock.

“When he’s home check the history on his laptop and see I’m right. I promise you he’ll be cranking them out to cuckhold married women having sex with black men,”

I laughed as I kissed her neck again and played with her nipples, “Should I send him some of the photos I’ve taken?”

“Shit! No! Don’t you dare!” Red yelled, turning her head and seeing my grinning face. “You bastard.” She grimaced, “anyway, what are you going to do with them?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I taunted her.

“Yes I would … you won’t show them to anyone will you?”

“Me? Show them to anyone? What do you take me for?”

“I don’t know you that well, do I?

“Don’t worry, they are just for me … when I get lonely just like your husband does.” I lied, as I intended showing them to a couple of mates and maybe even putting a couple on line.

“You could … you could …” she stammered and whispered, “send some to me.”

“You dirty minx!” I cackled, “will do.”

“Will your dildo be big enough to handle looking at stuff like that?”

“It’s not a dildo … it’s a rabbit.” She corrected me.

“When you watch yourself sucking my cock, you’ll need a big black dildo to get off!” I tormented her. “Maybe I’ll buy you one, for when I’m not on call.”

Then laughed as she quietly giggled, “what would your husband say if he found a black ten incher in your knicker drawer?”

“My God … I dread to think.”

Jenna rolled away from me, saying she needed to pee, so got off the bed and swanned across the room to the en-suite. Boy, did she look just as sexy from behind as in front.

With her out of the room I took a tube of gel from my bedside cabinet then had a quick look at one of the videos …. It was all as clear as day, and the housewife looked like she was loving every minute … and every inch.

My cock was rock hard when she sauntered back into the bedroom. She stopped to adjust a suspender and pull up her stockings, which I was sure was as much for my entertainment as it was practical reasons.

“Get on your hands and knees.” I coldly told the redheaded MILF, “I’m going to make you scream again … would you like that.” Then as she stood beside me, followed it with a really hard slap on her arse cheek.

“Ay ..ay .. ay … that bloody hurt.” She winced as the cheek turned red.

“Hurry up and do as you were told then, or there’ll be more like that.” To prove my point, I spanked her arse really hard a second time.

Without another word but massaging the cheek she scrambled onto all fours facing away from me – but with a clear view of her reflection in two mirrors.

“Spread your cheeks.” I snorted and she did, lying face down but her beautiful arse now in the air with her pulling the cheeks apart exposing her arsehole and bald cunt.

“Good girl.” I scoffed, running a finger across her puckered arsehole down to her still prominent clit, which I flicked, making her jump. “Hey!” she squeaked. So, I flicked it again.

With my phone in my hand I filmed her devouring my cock, while watching her reflection, then recorded me licking her cunt and arsehole, then my fingers sliding in and out of her dripping pussy and tight starfish, which made her make cute panting noises.

I put my phone down and buried my face between her legs, slurping on her cunt and delicately licking her arsehole, pressing my tip as hard as possible against the elasticity of the creases.

After a minute or two she edged up onto her elbows and pressed her massive tits around my cock and showily wanked my cock with them.

For the second time in an hour or so my cock was aching like anything.

“Get back on your knees.” I gasped, pushing her off me.

Jenna immediately did as she was told, still facing the mirrors, and shaking her arse for me.

I got up onto my knees and stroked my knob along her slippery slit. Panting with anticipation Jenna fumbled between her legs and took hold of my cock, guiding it to her cunt. Once there I jabbed forward, filling it in one powerful thrust!

“Yowza … FUCK!” She gasped, “fucking hell man!”

As she tried to come to terms with my powerful thrusting Jenna kept swearing … which was as much of a turn on as watching her contorted face in the mirror.

“Jesus … that hurts.” She sobbed.

As she dipped her head, I leaned across to the drawers and grabbed the tube of lube, squirting a dollop onto her crack, then massaged it onto and into her dirt box.

“What’s that? What are you doing?” Jenna growled, looking over her shoulder.

I didn’t answer as I squirted a second dollop on her crack.

“What the … Shawn! What the … no.. no.. NO!” She screamed as it dawned on her what was going to happen when I pulled my cock out of her pussy and began pressing against her chocolate starfish. “No … no …. It’s too big … it’s too fucking big!”

It was too late for her as my lubed up cock easily forced its way into her virgin hole.

“Fuck… fuck…FUCK!” Jenna screamed as about three inches of cock entered her tight but oily hole.

“Enjoy … enjoy!” I laughed as I pulled back then slowly forced even more cock into her arsehole, making her cry out, “No Shawn … it’s too big!”

“Just relax … it’s in now … just relax and you’ll love it in a minute or so.”

“Fuck off!” Jenna growled, as I got into a rhythm and filling her arse with most of my cock, seamlessly fucking it like it was her cunt.

Even I was surprised at how smooth the anal fuck was, even though the discomfort made Jenna shake her head from side to side while muttering oaths and swear words.

She squeaked like a mouse on helium when I moved to pick up my phone, twisting my cock inside her backside.

I pressed record and alternated filming my cock pounding her arsehole and her reflection on the mirrors.

I laughed out loud when she inadvertently began pushing her hips backwards to meet my thrusts, “That’s it … take it … take it.”

“You bastard!” she howled, “I didn’t say you could do this.”

“But you didn’t say I couldn’t, and you’re fucking enjoying it though.”

“That’s beside the point.” She snarled.

I banged away for a few minutes before pulling out and sliding it back into her pussy which was even wetter and made my married lover gasp and push back onto my cock with enthusiasm.

With my cock buried as deep as it would go, I reached underneath and fondled her dangling tits, like a horny schoolboy, jabbing away like a terrier on steroids.

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” Jenna panted, “that’s so good … fuck me hard honey.”

I did just that, grasping the suspender belt on her hips I banged away as if I was trying to get my cock to come out of her mouth.

All the while my eyes were on her arsehole which was still gaping and saying, “fuck me too!”

So, I did! In one fluid movement I slid my cock out of her cunt and straight back into her arse, making her squeal, “Oh fuck Shawn … you’re too big for there!”

“I don’t think so.” I grunted while pounding her once tight anus, “I’m going in balls deep.”

“BASTARD!” She hissed, but made no attempt to uncouple us, even sliding her hand underneath so she could fondle my swinging balls.

I carried on anally fucking her while filming her stretched, gaping ring as my balls began to tingle and ache, then pulling out and pushing her onto her back quickly shuffling down the bed, phone in hand frantically wanking myself over her face.

Jenna looked surprised, then smiled when she realised what was going to happen.

“Have you ever had a pearl necklace?” I gasped, my hand a blur.

“No … never.” She grinned, mouth widening.

“Never?” She shook her head, smile still in place.

“Ugh …. Ugh …. Aaaaaagghh.” I groaned as my cum began dripping from my cock, lots of it, landing on her chin and cheek, then when I moved forward, dripping into her mouth.

Jenna’s eyes were sparkling as she caught my cum on her tongue before letting it slide down her throat. I took a deep breath and with an even harder grip on my shaft squeezed the last out onto her cheeks.

“Stay like that I panted and reached for my phone so I could take photos of my creamy spunk on the young Yummy Mummy’s face … she even stuck her tongue out for the last photo.

I collapsed in a heap half on top of Jenna and half beside her. We lay basking in the afterglow for quite a few minutes, gently kissing and cuddling.

This was the moment when I could either chase her out, promising to call and both of us knowing that wouldn’t happen; or offer her coffee and lunch and make plans for our next coupling … which I did, for the following night.

TBC

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