FabSwingers.com forum: How I became a GILF

By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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Andrea possessed a startling beauty that belied her age. Her blonde hair, still possessing the youthful softness of a girl, cascaded down her back, framing a face that was already developing the sharp angles of a woman. But it was her body, still blossoming into its full potential, that truly captivated attention. Her figure, surprisingly curvaceous for her years, hinted at the woman she was rapidly becoming – a contrast that both intrigued and unsettled those around her. The restrictive clothing imposed by her upper-class upbringing only served to emphasize her burgeoning femininity, a silent rebellion brewing beneath the surface. It was in the privacy of her own room, late at night, that Andrea discovered a different kind of freedom. The touch of her own hand on her skin, initially hesitant and exploratory, quickly became a source of intense pleasure and self-discovery. This intimate exploration was a revelation, a secret world of sensation that defied the rigid expectations of her family and the constraints of her social circle. It was a rebellion against the suffocating control of her upbringing, a reclamation of her own body and desires. The pleasure she found in self-touch was more than just physical; it was an awakening, a realization of her own power and autonomy. It was a silent affirmation of her burgeoning sexuality, a secret language spoken only to herself, a defiant whisper in the face of societal expectations. This newfound freedom, discovered in the quiet intimacy of her own touch, would shape her future and her relentless pursuit of pleasure.

One afternoon, while her parents were out, Andrea idly explored her father's laptop. A forbidden curiosity, a yearning for something beyond the confines of her privileged yet stifling life, led her to click on a file she shouldn't have opened. The screen flickered to life, displaying a video that would irrevocably alter her understanding of desire. The image that unfolded before her was a revelation, a forbidden glimpse into a world of adult intimacy. An older man, his face etched with experience and power, was intimately involved with a younger girl. The scene was not explicit, but the power dynamic, the unspoken understanding between them, resonated deeply within Andrea.

The starched cotton of her school uniform did little to contain the damp heat blooming between her legs. Beneath the prim skirt and blouse, her panties were slick and heavy, a secret, thrilling rebellion against the rigid expectations of her day. The wetness was a physical manifestation of her forbidden desires, a stark contrast to the controlled exterior she presented to the world.

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By *ilkey69Man
2 weeks ago

Barnsley

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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The videos on her father's laptop grew more explicit, each scene fueling a more urgent, intense exploration of her own body. Her hand moved faster, harder, mirroring the actions on the screen, the friction building to an overwhelming crescendo. The heat, the pressure, the building anticipation culminated in a powerful, shuddering release, a moment of both terror and exhilarating liberation.

The shuddering release was unlike anything Andrea had ever experienced. In that moment, surrounded by the sterile environment of her father's office, still dressed in her school uniform, she knew with absolute certainty: her purpose was to please men. It was a terrifying, exhilarating revelation, born from a mixture of innocent curiosity and forbidden pleasure.

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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Her family's sprawling estate, despite its imposing size, was a mere five-minute walk from the King and Duck pub; a convenient proximity for her clandestine nocturnal activities.

As Andrea's body blossomed, she became acutely aware of older men's gazes lingering on her; a mixture of unease and a thrilling, forbidden excitement pulsed through her at their attention.

Fantasies of older men, their strength and experience, were never far from Andrea's mind. A desperate yearning to please one, to surrender to their power, consumed her; the desire pulsed beneath the surface of her everyday life, a constant, simmering need.

It didn't take long for Andrea to realize the green across from the King and Duck, bustling with men leaving the pub at closing time, was the perfect hunting ground. Her youthful innocence, juxtaposed with a subtle, knowing boldness in her eyes and the way she moved, drew them in like moths to a flame.

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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During history class one day , Andrea's mind drifted from the dry recitation of dates and battles to vivid images of older men. The heat of her arousal was unmistakable; she was thoroughly soaked, the dampness a stark contrast to the mundane reality of the classroom.

The damp, heavy weight of her soaked panties throughout the school day served as a potent reminder of her desires. That night, the decision solidified: this weekend, she was sneaking out to the green across from the King and Duck.

The final bell couldn't ring soon enough. Andrea's thoughts, now far removed from history lessons, were consumed by increasingly explicit plans for her escape, her fantasies taking on a darker, more urgent edge.

The question of what to wear consumed her. A school uniform was too innocent, too easily identifiable. Finally, she settled on a long, dark coat that would conceal her uniform, a cloak of anonymity for her clandestine adventure.

The walk home from school was agonizing. The damp weight of her soaked panties was a constant, burning reminder of her desires. With each step, the certainty solidified: tonight would be her first time with an older man, and the desperate need, the raw, burning want, was almost unbearable.

Bursting through the front door, Andrea raced upstairs, slamming her bedroom door shut. She threw herself onto the bed, eyes squeezed tight, and rubbed herself furiously, the pressure building until she exploded in a wave of intense release.

The shuddering release left her breathless, limbs trembling. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin. Lying there, spent but exhilarated, the anticipation for the night ahead was almost more intense than the orgasm itself. She knew the risks, the potential dangers, but the thrill of the forbidden, the promise of older male attention, outweighed any fear. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. Tonight, she would finally claim what she craved.

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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A gruff voice sliced through her post-orgasm haze. "Andrea! Get downstairs, I need you to meet someone." Her father's words jolted her awake. The new gardener. A sudden, unexpected twist in her carefully laid plans. A wave of both disappointment and a strange, perverse excitement washed over her. This could be...interesting.

Frantically, she smoothed down her uniform, attempting to tame her unruly hair. A quick glance in the mirror revealed a flushed face and dilated pupils betraying her recent activities. Downstairs, her father beamed, gesturing towards a man who stood patiently by the door. James. Early forties, but undeniably fit, with deep-set eyes that held a knowing glint. The introduction was barely complete before a jolt of arousal shot through Andrea; this was far more exciting than she had anticipated.

"James will be moving into the apartment across the green, near the pub," her father explained, his tone businesslike. "He starts work Monday. His family's in Ireland, so he'll be here alone for three months. Your mother's away with your aunt for the night, so you'll be housesitting. We'll be at the pub, but you'll need to stay here." The words hung in the air, a stark contrast to Andrea's burgeoning desires, a frustrating obstacle in her carefully laid plans. The proximity of James, however, ignited a new spark of intrigue.

The memory of James's gaze lingered, a brand imprinted on her mind. This would be her first time, her first cock. The thought both thrilled and terrified her; a heady cocktail of excitement and apprehension that left her breathless. The forbidden nature of it all, the risk, the potential consequences—they only intensified the pull.

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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Her father left at eight, promising to be back by ten. "Okay, Daddy," she replied, her voice betraying none of the excitement simmering beneath the surface. The moment the door closed, Andrea began her preparations. Tonight, she would be a slut, and she knew exactly what that entailed. Images from her father's laptop flickered in her mind—images of young girls, their bodies gleaming, their expressions a mixture of innocence and abandon. She would surpass them, exceed their experiences. Upstairs, she ran a bath, the steam promising a cleansing ritual before the night's events. The razor, gliding over her skin, removing the last vestiges of her innocence, sent shivers of anticipation through her. Stepping from the bath, she examined herself in the mirror. Irresistible. She knew it.

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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Her pussy looked perfect, a sight that sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Her clitoris was on fire , a sensitive bud aching for attention. The anticipation was almost unbearable; she couldn't possibly go out this horny. Facing the full-length mirror, she got her hairbrush. With a determined sigh, she began to fuck herself, the hard bristles rubbing against her sensitive flesh. Each thrust was a prayer, a desperate plea for release, her mind conjuring James's image, his face, his touch. The hairbrush became a stand-in, a crude imitation of the real thing, but the pleasure was intense, a prelude to the delights she anticipated later.

She came hard, a shuddering release that left her body trembling, spent and utterly satisfied. The floor beneath her was slick and sticky, a testament to the intensity of her pleasure. A glance at her watch sent a jolt of adrenaline through her – 9:30. Her father could be home any minute.

Earlier, she'd meticulously ironed her uniform – the crisp green skirt and shirt, the pristine white blouse, and the starched white knee socks. They lay neatly on the bed beside her full-length coat. Still naked, she grabbed her bathrobe and made her way to the couch, composing herself. At precisely ten o'clock, the front door opened. Her father was home.

"Did you have a good night?" she asked, her voice carefully casual.

"I did," he replied, "James is a gentleman, just a bit lonely without his family."

"I understand," Andrea murmured, her heart pounding a rhythm of anticipation.

"Is he still at the pub?" she asked, feigning innocent curiosity.

"Oh yes," her father chuckled, "And he should be there for another hour at least. He has great stamina. Anyway, I'm off to bed, sweetie. See you in the morning." The door to his room closed, leaving Andrea alone with her plans, a thrilling smile spreading across her face.

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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Ten minutes later, after confirming her father was asleep, Andrea darted upstairs, the thrill of her plan fueling her movements. She pulled on her uniform, her gaze lingering on her white underwear. Should she wear it? The thought was barely entertained before she discarded it; it wouldn't stay on for long. One last look in the mirror—admiring the youthful curves of her body—and a plan formed. University next year… a whole year to be the local slut. The excitement was intoxicating. She pulled on her coat, the fabric hiding her now-damp uniform, and quietly descended the stairs, her heart thrumming with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

The cold night air hit her face, a shock that momentarily distracted her from the churning nerves in her stomach. With each step toward the green, her vagina grew wetter, slick with anticipation and a growing dread. What if he refused her? What if he said no? Doubt, like a persistent , threatened to kill the burgeoning excitement, but the thought—the undeniable, irresistible thought—of experiencing her first cock tonight, always pulled her back. It was the anchor in the storm of her racing thoughts.

She stood beneath the branches of a large oak tree in the park, watching as the pub emptied. But there was no sign of James. Had she missed him? Should she go home? Despair threatened to overwhelm her, but she persevered, waiting. Just as she was about to give up, she heard it – that unmistakable Irish brogue. Relief washed over her in a tidal wave; this was it, her moment. She moved from the shadows of the tree, heading towards the footpath she knew James would take home. She walked slowly, casually, and then, she looked up. He was coming toward her, his figure framed by the streetlights. A minute, maybe less, separated them. As he drew closer, his eyes finally focused on her. "Andrea? Is that you?" he asked, his voice a mixture of surprise and something else... something that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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"Oh, it is you," James said, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Sorry, I just didn't expect to see you out so late. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just out for a walk," Andrea replied, her voice carefully casual, hiding the turmoil within. "My father came home and went straight to bed. My mom's away, and being an only child can be boring. I felt full of energy, so I decided on a walk before bedtime. How was your night?"

"Oh, it was fun," James responded. "Your father's a gentleman."

"I'm not so sure about that," Andrea countered, a sly smile playing on her lips. "To other people, maybe. But sometimes I wish he was more of a daddy than a father… someone who would treat me like a princess, and take care of my needs." She let the words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning, her eyes fixed on James, daring him to understand the true nature of her request.

Andrea saw the surprise flicker across James's face at her "daddy" comment, but she also saw the spark of something else—excitement, perhaps? A thrill shot through her.

"Oh, is that right?" he said, his voice a little hesitant.

"Yeah," Andrea continued, her voice soft but confident. "Growing up isn't easy, and being a lonely child… well, it's lonely. I miss conversation."

"Well," James said, a thoughtful expression on his face, "you should call round for a cup of tea sometime."

"Why can't I call now?" Andrea asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The question hung in the air, a bold invitation, a clear signal that her innocent facade had been shed.

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

Limerick

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," James said, his voice laced with caution. "Your father would be mad."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Andrea replied, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "And we all have secrets." She paused, letting the implication hang heavy in the air between them. The unspoken words, the hidden desires, hung thicker than the night air.

James, emboldened by the alcohol and the allure of the situation, finally agreed. "A cup of tea would be nice," he said, a smile spreading across his face. He then extended the invitation, "Come back to my place."

The walk back was short, the anticipation building with each step. James unlocked his apartment door, offering a small apology. "Sorry, it's so bare," he said, gesturing to the sparsely furnished space. "Haven't had time to unpack." He indicated the couch. "Sit down. I'll bring us both a cup of tea."

"Yes, sir," Andrea purred, a playful wink accompanying her smile as she settled onto the couch. She could hear James moving around in the kitchen, the clinking of mugs a comforting sound. Ten minutes later, he reappeared, carrying two steaming mugs of tea. He handed one to Andrea, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "Aren't you warm in that jacket?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"I am," Andrea replied, her voice low and husky. "But I don't really have much on underneath it." She paused, letting the words hang in the air, her eyes meeting his. James' eyes widened, his excitement palpable. "Would you like me to take it off, sir?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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"Oh, I'm not so sure," James stammered, his nervousness evident in his voice.

"Why not?" Andrea pressed, her voice a seductive murmur. "I have one year left of school, and then I'm off to university. My family are in Ireland, and I know that for me to learn... I need to be with older men. Our little secret."

James could barely speak, his mind reeling. Seizing the moment, Andrea smoothly took the initiative. With a graceful movement, she let her jacket fall to the floor, revealing her school uniform: the crisp white blouse, the short pleated skirt, the black bra strap peeking from beneath, and those impossibly sexy white knee socks. "Are you saying no to this virgin, James?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of boldness and playful innocence.

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By *oppy12Man
2 weeks ago

Swindon

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By *untooMan
2 weeks ago

manchester

This is fabulous writing

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

Limerick

James was undeniably aroused; the bulge in his trousers was unmistakable. Andrea, noticing, pressed her advantage. "I've been watching my father's porn," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "And I want to be treated like those girls. I want to learn everything. Will you teach me, Daddy James?"

Andrea was surprised by her own boldness, the words tumbling out with a confidence she hadn't known she possessed. But the moment the words left her lips, James reacted. He grabbed her, pulling her close in a passionate kiss that left her breathless. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, his voice husky with desire, pulling back slightly. "Because once we travel this road, we won't turn back."

"I want it," she affirmed, her voice trembling slightly but resolute. "And I want it in every way possible. All of me, filled."

She moved closer, her face inches from his. The scent of her perfume, the heat radiating from her body, intensified the moment. "Get that Irish meat out," she commanded, her voice low and urgent, "and treat me like the young slut I am."

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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"I want it," she affirmed, her voice trembling slightly but resolute. "And I want it in every way possible. All of me, filled."

Their kiss lasted more than a minute, a fervent exploration of tongues and mouths. Then, with a sudden surge of strength, James scooped Andrea into his arms, gently but firmly throwing her onto the couch. "Spread your legs wide," he commanded, his voice a low growl, a stark contrast to the shy, unsure man from moments before. "And start rubbing yourself for me." The shy James was gone, replaced by a man radiating confidence and power. "Do it now, you little slut."

Andrea obeyed, her fingers finding their rhythm. "Oh, no panties," he breathed, a hint of predatory satisfaction in his voice. "You whore." Slowly, deliberately, he began to undress, the work-worn muscles of his body revealed beneath his shirt. His hands, rough from labor, moved surely and efficiently as he shed his clothes. His pants fell to the floor, revealing a seven-inch cock that was breathtaking to Andrea.

"Now," he said, his voice thick with desire, "don't move. Daddy's going to taste you all over."

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By *untooMan
2 weeks ago

manchester

The tension you are creating is brilliant

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By *oppy12Man
2 weeks ago

Swindon

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

Limerick

James could barely contain himself. It was as if all his wildest fantasies had come true at once. Here was this beautiful, petite blonde teenager, legs spread wide in her school uniform, practically begging him to take her. She looked so incredibly desirable, and he surrendered to the overwhelming urge. He began slowly, teasing his tongue along her inner thighs, his fingers expertly circling her clitoris. Her moans grew louder, her body arching in response to his touch. His tongue moved with practiced skill, teasing, tormenting, driving her ever closer to the edge. Her arousal was palpable, her body slick with anticipation.

"I love it, Daddy," she cried, her voice moaning with pleasure. "I love it so much! Now please, start with your fingers and fill me. Please, Daddy, I beg you." The intensity of her plea only fueled his desire.

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By *ussyeater692Man
2 weeks ago

Wrexham

Excellent story

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

Limerick

Expertly and slowly, James parted her lips with a finger. "Fuck, you're soaking," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes, Daddy, I know," she gasped, "I just needed it so bad." He didn't need a second invitation. Slowly, expertly, he began to insert a finger, his touch deliberate and controlled. "Holy fuck," he breathed, "how tight are you?" It was a struggle at first, but with the help of his tongue, expertly swirling around her clitoris, she began to relax, her moans growing louder, her body slicker.

"Another finger," she screamed, and he obliged, adding a second finger to the rhythm. "Harder," she urged, "stronger, faster!" Her pleas were urgent, desperate. "Keep going, keep going, Daddy!"

"Holy fuck," he groaned, feeling her juices slicking his hand. "Don't fucking stop. Use my teenage box. Make me come. Make me come now!"

"Aaaaaahhhh!" she shouted, the sound so intense it surely carried to the neighbors. "Your slut is coming, Daddy! I'm coming hard! Don't stop!" Her toes curled, and she came again and again, a torrent of release. "Holy fuck, Daddy," she whispered, spent but exhilarated. "You own me now."

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

Limerick

"Is that so?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes," she replied, her breath still catching in her throat. "Ask me anything, and I'll do it."

James looked down at his still-hard cock, then back up at Andrea. "Why the fuck did you cum, and I didn't?" he asked, a mixture of frustration and amusement in his tone.

"Sorry, Daddy," she said, gathering herself. "I've never sucked cock before, but I think I know how to from my father's videos."

"On your knees, then, slut," James commanded.

She obeyed instantly. "Now, pull back my foreskin," he instructed, "and slowly start to lick my cock."

She did as he said, her tongue tentatively exploring his flesh. "That's it, baby girl," he encouraged, "good girl. Now, slowly take a little more." He chuckled. "Oh, you studied your father's videos hard. You're a natural at this."

"Now, massage my balls," he directed, his voice low and husky with arousal. "Good girl. Open your mouth wider, take more inside." His words were laced with praise and barely suppressed need. "Fuck, you're a professional at this, baby girl. Now work my cock like you've seen in those videos. Daddy wants it rough."

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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She attacked him with a fervor that surprised even herself. James couldn't believe how naturally skilled she was. "Have you sucked cock before?" he grunted, the question more a statement than a query, as his cock remained fully engulfed in her mouth.

"No," she managed to gasp out, though the words were muffled.

"All of it, you slut," he commanded, "take it all." She struggled, her throat aching, but she persevered, until she felt the full length of him pressing against the back of her throat. The sensation was intense, painful even, but she found a strange pleasure in the discomfort, her eyes watering with the effort and the overwhelming sensation.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now I think it's time you tried my Irish meat for size... inside you."

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

Limerick

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. He scooped her into his arms. "Let's go to the bed," he said, "I've some Vaseline there, and I think we'll need it."

He carried her upstairs, his young slut, her body a thrilling weight in his arms. Andrea loved the feeling of being carried, the vulnerability and the intimacy. She was excited, nervous, and overwhelmingly horny.

He opened the bedroom door. "Lie on the bed like a good slut," he commanded, reaching for a small bag on the nightstand. His cock was rock-hard, throbbing against his trousers. He pulled out the Vaseline. "Should I wear a condom, baby?" he asked.

"No, Daddy," she whispered, "I want you raw. I want to feel you, skin on skin."

"On your back," he commanded, his voice low and urgent.

She lay there, watching as he carefully spread the Vaseline over his cock. "Don't worry," he murmured, crawling onto the bed towards her, "I'll be gentle." He kissed her hard, his lips possessive and demanding. "Now, baby," he whispered against her mouth, "Daddy may hurt you to start, but trust me, you'll enjoy it more and more as we get used to it."

"Okay, Daddy," she breathed, "I'm ready."

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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He slowly reached down, his fingers finding their way to her already soaking wet pussy. "Let's loosen you out," he murmured, his touch gentle but firm. Suddenly, two fingers were inside her, stretching her, exploring her. "Fucking hell," she thought, astonished. "Why had nobody ever told me it was this good?"

He fingered her, slowly at first, then with a rhythm that matched her rising arousal. She felt a torrent of juices flooding her, unable to contain herself. "Please, Daddy," she pleaded, her voice thick with need, "please fuck my virgin hole."

He didn't need a second invitation. Slowly, deliberately, he began to slide his cock inside her. "Oh my god," she gasped, the sensation both painful and exquisitely pleasurable. "What a feeling! God, he's really stretching me."

The pain was intense, but it was intertwined with a pleasure so profound it overwhelmed her. "It's hurting," she cried out, "but I need it. I want it! More, Daddy, more!" Her fingers dug into his back, her body arching against his. "Ease that Irish cock inside me," she begged, "I want it all. Oh yes, Daddy, more and more and more!"

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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With that, James began to fuck her harder, the Vaseline and her own juices lubricating their movements. God, she loved this; he could feel it in the way her body moved against his, the way she arched her back, the way she cried out. "You're Daddy's slut now," he growled, his voice low and possessive.

"Oh yes, I am," she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure and submission.

"You will do as I say, when I say, do you understand?" he said, his eyes boring into hers. They remained in the missionary position, his rhythm relentless. "When Daddy wants pussy, he gets it. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their coupling.

"And when I want to share you with my friends," he continued, pounding her harder and harder, "you won't say no."

"Fuck no, Daddy," she moaned, "I'll do as you say."

He pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. "Get on all fours," he commanded. "I want you from behind."

She obeyed instantly. He felt the familiar tightness of her virgin hole as he pushed inside her again. "That's it," he grunted, "take Daddy's cock." He continued, his pace relentless, his words a mix of commands and pronouncements. "And by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be the country's biggest slut. And by the time you reach my age and have grandkids, you'll be the most sought-after GILF on all the land!"

"Fuck, Daddy, fuck me harder!" she screamed, her body convulsing. She could feel him tense up.

"I'm going to cum," he announced, his voice tight with pleasure. "And it's staying inside you."

With a loud grunt, he emptied his hot, sticky cum deep inside her virgin pussy. She loved it; he loved it. They lay there for a few minutes, spent and entangled, in a blissful mess of sweat and cum.

After what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, Andrea said, "I better go home before my father wakes up."

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By *ushin boundariesCouple
2 weeks ago

halstead

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

Limerick

As Andrea got dressed, preparing to walk home, she asked James, "Were you serious about sharing me?"

"Yes, baby girl," he replied, a glint in his eye. "I told you. My plan is to make you a super slut. You know this is what you want, and I'm sure the local pub has many men who would love your tight teenage pussy."

The words sent a shiver down Andrea's spine – a sexy shiver. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, "I'm sure they would."

She kissed him goodbye. "I'll see you Monday," she said, her voice barely a breath.

As she walked home, she could still feel his cum on her legs – a sticky reminder of his possession. He had truly filled her up. She was tired, sore, but strangely happy. She couldn't believe what had happened, the intensity of it, the surrender. She smiled to herself as she snuck into the house, creeping upstairs to her bed. Drifting off to sleep, all she could think about was being shared, her holes being filled again and again. She slept soundly that night, feeling strangely exhilarated and strangely content. She knew, deep down, that she was ready for James and his games.

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By *irishladMan
2 weeks ago

Malahide

Getting to the good part !

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

Limerick

She woke the following morning, a faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. She knew she'd been bold last night, wildly out of character. At school, she was the shy girl, always in the background. Being two years behind due to illness hadn't helped; making friends had always been a struggle. Soon to be twenty and still in school – she hated that part – but she supposed it had given her time to mature, to make the right decisions. And right now, the only thing she wanted was for the new gardener to train her – and share her.

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By *ushin boundariesCouple
2 weeks ago

halstead

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By *an79Man
2 weeks ago

Nottingham

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

Limerick

Andrea woke and took a shower, washing away the lingering scent and residue of the previous night's encounter. She spent the day in a kind of daze, replaying the events in her mind. Did that really happen? She found it difficult to talk to her father, knowing she craved her other daddy more. The weekend flew by, and before she knew it, she was back at school, surrounded by her immature classmates. God, how she hated being a late starter. But then a thought struck her: I'm also a late starter in sexual terms, too. She couldn't believe how many of her peers had waited until nineteen to even touch a cock for the first time.

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By *untooMan
2 weeks ago

manchester

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By *ustjimmykerry OP Man
2 weeks ago

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The rest of the weekend flew by, and before Andrea knew it, it was Monday again, and time for school.

The school day crawled by, her concentration nonexistent. She couldn't wait for the bell to signal the end of the day. Today was James's first day working in the garden, and she couldn't wait to see him again.

The bell rang, and Andrea sighed with relief, practically skipping home. As she approached the gate, she heard the familiar whirring of hedge clippers. Opening the gate, she heard a voice – a voice she recognized instantly. "Over here, Andrea!" James called, his voice urgent. "Your parents have popped out. We only have twenty minutes."

She rushed over. "Bend over," James commanded, and without a kiss or even a proper greeting, he bent Andrea over by the garden shed. "I can't be gentle," he grunted, "I don't have time." And then he proceeded to fuck her, his slut, for twenty long minutes, filling her a second time with his cum. "Go get cleaned up," he said when he was finished. "And make sure you can sneak out Saturday. I've a plan for us."

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2 weeks ago

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"It's my birthday on Saturday," Andrea called back as she headed inside. "Make sure the surprise is extra special!"

"What age will you be?" James shouted after her.

"Twenty!" she yelled back.

"Good," he thought to himself.

Andrea went inside and upstairs. "That was so good," she murmured, heading for the shower. But it wasn't enough. As soon as the warm water hit her body, she knew she needed more. She hadn't cum yet and really needed to. She closed her eyes, imagining what his birthday surprise might entail – how many men he might have lined up. Slowly, she moved the shower head down to her pussy, visualizing exactly what her birthday present would be. It wasn't long before she was gushing, the pleasure as intense and unrestrained as the shower itself.

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2 weeks ago

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The rest of the week felt like an eternity. Each day stretched out, her classes seeming longer and longer. James hadn't been around the house much, and Andrea started to worry that Saturday's surprise might not happen. Her parents were organizing a big birthday party for her, inviting all the neighbors. They'd told her to invite some friends from school, but honestly, Andrea didn't really have any. She couldn't bear to hang around with the other girls, not at school, and certainly not at home.

When Friday finally arrived, she felt the finishing line was in sight, but Fridays have a way of dragging on. Finally, the school bell rang, and she was free for the weekend. She rushed home, hoping to see James in the garden, but he wasn't there. Disappointed, she entered the house.

"Andrea, darling, I'm in the kitchen with James," her mother called. "We want the garden to be perfect for the guests tomorrow. Also, I invited him along. His brother is visiting from Ireland and will be there, too. I hope you don't mind."

Jake smiled at her, and instantly, Andrea felt her pussy getting wet. The dirty fucker. He was going to share her with his brother.

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2 weeks ago

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She slept soundly that night, a deep, dreamless sleep. She’d prepared herself mentally and physically – even a quick session of self-pleasure, fueled by thoughts of the day ahead, had helped her drift off. The next morning, the pale May sun shone through her window. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" her parents called. "It's your birthday! We have your favorite breakfast ready."

Andrea made her way downstairs, greeted by her parents' delighted smiles and overflowing love. On the table sat a steaming cup of coffee, a plate of pancakes generously smothered in Nutella, and a birthday card. A single candle flickered atop the pancakes. Her father beckoned her closer. "Come here, princess," he said, his voice filled with pride. "We are so proud of you. Now come, blow the candle and make a wish." Andrea did as she was told, blowing out the candle and silently praying her parents would never discover the true nature of her wish.

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2 weeks ago

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They sat, chatting and laughing, and Andrea ate her breakfast. After about forty minutes, there was a knock at the door. "I hope I'm not too early," a familiar voice announced. It was James, his Irish accent making Andrea instantly wet. "I've brought help with me," he continued. "Here's my brother, David." A strikingly handsome younger man appeared, extending a hand. "I'm David, pleased to meet you all," he said, giving Andrea a sly wink.

"I hope we haven't interrupted," James said politely.

"Not at all," Jane replied. "Andrew and I were just getting ready to leave to pick up food for the party. Have a cup of coffee first, and then we'll show you what needs to be done outside."

They all enjoyed coffee together, and after about twenty minutes, Andrew led the two brothers out to the garden to assess the preparations. Jane readied herself for the party, and Andrea went upstairs to change, her mind never far from the two brothers waiting below.

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2 weeks ago

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Lying in her bed, Andrea heard her father chatting with the brothers, then a gentle knock on her door. It was her mother. "Goodbye, princess," she said softly. "We'll be back soon."

"Okay, Mum," Andrea replied, hearing the car pull away moments later. By now, her pussy was throbbing with anticipation. Could she go downstairs? No, she thought, no way. So she lay on her bed, her hand slipping inside her panties. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, incredibly wet and hot. "Fucking hell," she thought, "I want them so bad." She rubbed herself harder and harder, her mind consumed by a torrent of filthy thoughts, imagining what she wanted the brothers to do to her. "Fuck me!" she cried out, her fingers working frantically. "Fuck me now!"

Just then, she opened her eyes and looked up. "With pleasure," James replied, his voice a low murmur. "Hurry up, though. Your parents are due home any minute. You've met David at breakfast. Now, for your first birthday surprise of the day…"

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2 weeks ago

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"Holy fuck," Andrea breathed, her eyes wide. "What if my parents come in?"

"That's why we need to hurry," James said, and with that, both brothers pulled down their pants, revealing two hard cocks before the birthday girl. "Get your mouth on them," James commanded.

"Yes, Daddy," Andrea responded, and she eagerly licked both cocks. James pulled her onto all fours and thrust his rock-hard cock deep inside her. "Fuck me!" she cried out as she simultaneously bobbed on James and expertly sucked David's cock. James’s thrusts grew harder and faster; Andrea was in a haze, the feeling both incredibly wrong and incredibly right. She was getting pounded hard, really hard. David gasped as she expertly sucked him, and just as Andrea felt James's powerful orgasm flood deep inside her, David followed suit, jets of spunk filling her mouth.

"I told you," James said, a smug grin spreading across his face. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

"Yes," David agreed. "You were right."

Andrea blushed, a fiery heat spreading across her cheeks. "Dirty fuckers," she hissed, "now get out quick before they get back!"

As the words left her mouth, she heard the familiar sound of the front door closing. "Sweetie, we're home!" her mother's voice rang out, followed by, "Look what we have for you!"

The door swung open, revealing the horrifying sight to her father. There was his little princess, two now-softened cocks beside her, her mouth smeared with cum, and her pussy leaking with more. Andrea froze. James and David froze. They were caught red-handed. What could they possibly do?

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2 weeks ago

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Thirty-five years later, Andrea woke on her birthday, the memory of that fateful day still vivid. Even after all this time, the guilt gnawed at her. The shame of her parents catching her, their daughter, being "spit-roasted" by two strangers, was a constant, heavy weight. She hated herself for it, yet, paradoxically, she’d replayed the fantasy countless times over the years, though never daring to relive it in reality.

A few months after the incident, she’d left for university, the rift with her parents lasting years. Eventually, they reconciled, a process she felt was helped by her settling down with Steve, her now-husband. Steve, from a wealthy family, was a doctor. Three years into their marriage, Andrea had become pregnant with Megan, now twenty-two, followed four years later by Andrew. She’d lived a mundane, perfect-housewife life. Her husband was wonderful, if a little boring. The sex had long since stopped, but Andrea knew, deep down, that she still longed for more, that the inner slut remained.

Getting out of bed, she studied her reflection. Fifty five , she thought, but still not bad. Her breasts were a little saggier, her body more curvaceous, but she knew she was still in good shape. She chuckled, thinking about how her twentieth birthday had changed everything. She dressed, the house now empty – both children at university, her husband at work since six a.m.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the doorbell rang. Who could it be? She opened the door to find two policemen standing on her doorstep. A jolt of fear shot through her. What had she done? Why were they here?

"Miss… perhaps we could come inside?" one officer asked.

"Why?" Andrea asked, her voice trembling slightly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid it's bad news," the officer replied, and Andrea, her heart pounding, invited them in.

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2 weeks ago

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The two police officers sat down. "Is Stephen Palmer your husband?" one asked.

"He is," Andrea replied, her voice barely a whisper.

"I'm afraid he was involved in an accident this morning," the officer continued, his tone somber. "A truck… I’m so sorry, ma’am, but he was pronounced dead at the scene."

Andrea didn't know what to say. "How… how can this be?" she finally managed to stammer out.

"We are so sorry," the officer said gently. "Can we do anything for you?"

"No," she replied, her voice flat, "but I must ring my children."

The officers left, leaving Andrea alone in the stunned silence. She felt nothing – no sadness, no happiness, just an overwhelming emptiness. She pulled herself together and called her children.

Megan and Andrew rushed home, distraught and heartbroken. The initial days were filled with grief, but as time passed, a strange shift occurred within Andrea. She felt… a second coming. She loved Steve, she knew that, but life had become stale, predictable. How can you be so selfish? she berated herself. Yet, the more time passed, the more she felt a sense of liberation, a freedom to explore the person she truly was. This, she realized, was her time to shine.

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2 weeks ago

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As the night wore on, Andrea chatted with friends and family. She should have felt devastated, but she didn't. Why not? she wondered. As the crowd thinned, she headed for the bathroom. Turning into the hallway, she bumped into Jake.

"I'm so sorry for your loss," he said, pulling her into a hug.

"Thank you, Jake," she replied. He smelled so good, felt so good. "It's tragic," she said, "but we'll be strong."

"Would you like another drink?" he asked.

"Oh, no, I'm fine," she said, then added with a smile, "Honestly, it's no problem. I'll have a brandy."

"I'll have one ready for when you return," he said with a smile and a wink.

Did he just wink at me? she thought. Cheeky fucker. But for the first time in a very long time, that wink had sparked something – excitement.

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2 weeks ago

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2 weeks ago

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Andrea washed her hands, studying her reflection. She wasn't the firm, toned twenty-year-old she once was; the years had been kind, filling her out into a woman. A few brandies had warmed her from the inside out. Leaving the restroom, she entered the now-quieter pub, searching for Luke. Friends and family were saying their goodbyes, the crowd thinning. Finally, she spotted him in a corner. "Over here, Miss Palmer! I have your brandy."

Andrea smiled, joining him. "Sorry I took so long," she said, "but people kept stopping me. I know they mean well, but I just want to drink a brandy or two and forget everything," she sighed. "Oh, sorry, Luke," she added, "I'm rambling. Ignore me."

"No problem, Miss Palmer. You're fine," he replied. "Where did Megan go?"

"She said she went home with Dermot, and Andrew's staying with his friend John." A slight hurt edged her voice; they hadn't said goodbye. She looked at her brandy, then, with a defiant "fuck it," downed it in one gulp. "Sorry, Luke. I needed that."

"How are you getting home, Miss Palmer?" he asked.

"I'll get a taxi," she said.

"No way," Luke said. "I can drive you. I haven't been drinking."

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2 weeks ago

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2 weeks ago

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Andrea's smile was a small, fragile thing, a fleeting warmth in the wake of the somber funeral. "Thank you, Luke. That would be wonderful," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The car ride was quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of the engine and the occasional sigh escaping her lips. Luke drove carefully, his eyes occasionally glancing over at her. The familiar streets blurred past as they neared her home.

"So, is this car all the lucky ladies get to drive in?" Andrea teased, a playful lilt in her voice that felt surprisingly light considering the circumstances. Luke chuckled, a warm, genuine sound. "I don't have any lucky ladies," he replied, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. They pulled up to her house, the headlights illuminating the familiar porch. "I'll walk you in, Miss Palmer," he offered, "It's dark, and I can use the light on my phone to help you." His words, combined with the inherent chivalry of the gesture, sent a surprising tingle of warmth through Andrea. A genuine smile bloomed on her face. "Oh, why thank you, Luke," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "You really are a gentleman."

He helped her out of the car, his hand gently supporting her elbow as she stumbled slightly; the brandy she'd consumed earlier was beginning to take effect. With Luke by her side, they walked to the door. As she reached for the handle, Luke turned to leave. "Surely you aren't going to leave now?" Andrea protested, a hint of playful desperation in her voice. "I could really use some company tonight, seeing as my kids abandoned me to their own devices."

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2 weeks ago

Blanchardstown

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2 weeks ago

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"Oh, of course not," Luke stammered, a blush rising on his cheeks. "I'll come in," he added, stepping inside. "Make yourself comfortable," Andrea offered, her smile warm and inviting. "I'll get you a drink."

"I need to drive," he protested, but his tone lacked conviction.

Andrea's eyes twinkled. "Oh, you can sleep in the spare room," she said with a playful wink. "Now go sit down on the couch, and I'll get us a drink."

Luke did as he was told, settling onto the couch with a sigh of contentment. Andrea excused herself, heading to the kitchen to prepare their drinks. A wave of self-doubt washed over her. Was she really flirting with a man half her age? What was she thinking? The answer, she realized, was that she wasn’t entirely sure. But whatever the reason, a potent heat bloomed low in her belly, leaving her panties damp and clinging uncomfortably.

It had been far too long since she'd felt the satisfying weight and warmth of a man inside her, and a familiar longing stirred within her. She knew she still looked good; she felt it in the way Luke's eyes lingered on her, in the way he'd hesitated before entering her home. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her, intensifying the dampness between her legs.

She was going to get fucked tonight, and the knowledge settled over her like a warm blanket. She knew, with a certainty that surprised even her, that he wanted it as much as she did. A wave of self-assuredness washed over her, a potent cocktail of desire and boldness. Where was this newfound confidence coming from? She wasn't sure, but she wasn't about to question it.

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2 weeks ago

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Andrea made her way back to the sitting room, a slow, deliberate movement that was meant to be casual but betrayed a simmering excitement. She sat beside Luke, offering him his brandy with a smile that hinted at something more. "Look at you," she murmured, her voice husky. "All grown up now, and you definitely work out."

"I do," he replied, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as he returned her earlier wink.

Andrea blushed, a delicate pink rising on her cheeks as she ran a hand through her hair. "Luke," she began, her voice dropping to a near whisper, "I'll be honest with you. Right now, I'm soaking wet, and I want to be fucked. Like a proper MILF should be fucked."

Luke nearly spat out his brandy. The shock was palpable, but beneath it, a potent surge of arousal. "Miss Palmer," he began, his voice thick with surprise and a burgeoning desire, "are you sure?"

"Oh yes, I am," she confirmed, her eyes locking with his. "And you know," he added, leaning closer, "you're not going to be a MILF much longer."

"What?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Oh, Megan didn't tell you?" Luke replied, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Megan is with child," Luke said, his voice softening slightly. "She didn't want to tell you with everything that's happened. So, tonight, and for the next seven months, I'm going to enjoy you as a MILF. And then, when the time comes, you're going to be my GILF." He finished with a cheeky grin. "Now, get on your knees."

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2 weeks ago

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Andrea obeyed instantly, dropping to her knees with a grace that belied her eagerness. Luke watched her, a slow smile spreading across his face as he remained seated on the couch. He rose to his feet, taking in her form with undisguised appreciation. "You really do look so good, Miss Palmer," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. With a confident movement, he shed his shirt, revealing a tanned, toned physique that sent a jolt of pure arousal through Andrea. She could feel herself throbbing, the heat building between her legs with each passing second.

"Now come to me," he commanded, his voice low and urgent. He reached down, pulling her to her feet. He captured her lips in a hard, passionate kiss that stole her breath away. The raw intensity of it left Andrea breathless, craving more. Slowly, he pulled back, his eyes filled with a smoldering heat. "Now," he whispered, his voice a seductive rasp, "get those greedy lips down to my nipples and suck them hard."

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2 weeks ago

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Andrea dropped to her knees, eager to please. "Not so fast," Luke said, a playful glint in his eyes. "I don't think it's fair that you still have your clothes on." "Strip," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

She rose to her feet, turning her back to him. "Unzip my dress, please," she requested, a hint of playful surrender in her tone.

"With pleasure," Luke replied, his fingers deftly working the zipper. The dress fell to the floor, revealing her in her bra and panties. Next, he unfastened her bra, his touch lingering just a moment too long. "Turn around," he instructed.

She obeyed, her heart pounding. "Now remove those panties," he said, his voice a seductive whisper.

Andrea couldn't believe it. Here she was, naked in her sitting room with a man half her age. It was utterly scandalous, yet the thrill of it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She knew, with a certainty that surprised even her, that she wanted this. She removed her panties, revealing herself completely.

Luke grabbed her, pulling her into another hard, passionate kiss. Slowly, he pulled away, his hands moving to caress her, massaging her pussy. "Fuck me, Miss Palmer," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "You're drenched. You bold, bold girl." He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring the sweet recesses of her mouth.

"Now," he said, his voice low and urgent, "let's see what that mouth can do with this." "Drop to your knees."

She fell to her knees instantly, her eyes filled with a burning desire that mirrored his own. He dropped his pants, revealing a thick, hard cock that sprang to attention. Andrea couldn't believe how good and hard it looked.

"Now get to work," Luke commanded, a hint of both anticipation and amusement in his tone.

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By *eadMeisterMan
2 weeks ago

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2 weeks ago

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2 weeks ago

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Luke stared, utterly disbelieving. He stood in his friend's living room, stark naked, facing a breathtakingly beautiful woman—a MILF, ready and waiting—and the sheer improbability of it all stole his breath.

"Open wide," he commanded, his voice low and urgent. "And adore every inch of it. Don't be gentle."

A low moan escaped Andrea's lips as she took him deep, the warmth of his flesh a stark contrast to the cool air against her skin. Luke felt a surge of primal pleasure, a wave of heat that washed over him as she expertly moved around him. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

The plush carpet tickled her knees as disbelief battled with a burgeoning heat. Here she was, in the familiar comfort of her sitting room, her mouth full, the elegant surroundings a stark contrast to the raw, intense sensations flooding her senses.

"Deeper," he commanded, the word a guttural growl. "Take every inch of it. You know you want it. You need it."

He tasted amazing—so good it shocked her. The hardness of him in her mouth was intense, but Andrea was loving every second, completely turned on.

She took him all the way, every inch, her mouth working around him with a fierce hunger. She spat on him, pulled on him, the taste—amazing.

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2 weeks ago

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A low growl rumbled in Luke's chest. Andrea's breath hitched; her eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and arousal, met his. He didn't speak, but his gaze held hers captive. His hand, strong and sure, reached out, gently cupping her chin, tilting her face upward. 'That's it,' he finally said, his voice low and commanding. 'My Andrea.' The words were a declaration, not a question. His touch was possessive, leaving no doubt as to who was in control. 'You crave this,' he murmured, a predatory gleam in his eyes. 'And I'm going to give it to you.' The unspoken promise hung heavy in the air, thick with anticipation and the undeniable power dynamic between them.

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2 weeks ago

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"Onto the couch," Luke commanded, his eyes blazing with a sudden, consuming need. "This craving...it's unbearable."

Andrea obeyed instantly, her heart pounding. God, the intensity in his eyes… This wasn't a game. This was primal, urgent. And a wave of longing, a desperate need to be desired, washed over her.

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2 weeks ago

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Andrea positioned herself on the couch, barely daring to breathe under the ferocious intensity of Luke's gaze. He was a predator, all coiled energy and barely suppressed need, dropping to his knees before her on the couch with a ferocity that stole her breath.

Luke licked his lips, a predatory glint in his eyes, and it wasn’t long before his skilled hands coaxed soft moans and groans from Andrea. Each sound ignited a fire between them, a rhythm of desire that pulsed in the air.

He was breathtaking. Andrea was lost, utterly consumed, as his tongue worked its magic, a symphony of sensation that sent shivers down her spine.

"Deeper!" she cried, the word a raw, desperate plea. "Luke, lick every inch, make me yours!" The pleasure was a fire, consuming her from her toes upward, a sensation she hadn't felt since the gardener, a memory now ignited into a blazing inferno. She was close, dangerously close.

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2 weeks ago

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1 week ago

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4 days ago

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Andrea writhed on the couch, a loud cry escaping her lips as Luke's gaze burned into her. His touch was a wildfire, igniting a heat that spread through her with every lick, every stroke. She arched, her body convulsing with pleasure as his skilled hands and mouth worked their magic. Gasps and moans punctuated the air, a raw symphony of desire that pulsed between them. The pleasure was intense, a consuming fire that built to a crescendo, a memory from her past flaring into a blazing inferno. She was close, dangerously close to the edge.

"Harder!" she screamed, the word a desperate plea. "Lick me harder!" The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, a tsunami of sensation that left her breathless and spent. She dug her fingers into his hair, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

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4 days ago

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"Oh, Miss Palmer," Luke murmured, his voice a low rumble, "you've soaked the couch. Look at you, you beautiful woman," he added, a hint of playful mischief in his eyes. "And now, my dear," he continued, his tone shifting to one of possessiveness, "you're all mine. And this, my dear, is just the beginning."

Luke's erection was directly before her. "I know what you really want," he said, his voice low and intense. "Turn around and open your legs." Andrea hesitated, a war raging within her. Shame battled with a desperate, forbidden desire. The scent of him, his nearness, was intoxicating. She felt a tremor run through her as she slowly obeyed, her breath catching in her throat. Luke's eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction as he positioned himself above her. The weight of his body, the heat of his skin against hers, sent a wave of both fear and excitement crashing over her. This was wrong, so terribly wrong, yet… she couldn't stop herself.

Andrea stared at him, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling within her. Here she was, naked on her own couch, with her daughter's friend. The situation felt deeply wrong, yet a strange, intoxicating thrill pulsed through her. A shaky breath escaped her lips. "Yes, Luke," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "do with me as you please."

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