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Anything You WantDateline: November 2012; Bobcaygeon, ON. Disclaimer: You must be over fifty to read this material. This story contains descriptions of graphic sex between consenting older adults. If you’re looking for the twenty-something stuff, this is probably not for you. Otherwise, enjoy! 😉 E. This story is dedicated to my stunningly beautiful wife, who turns me on like no other woman ever has. We schedule ‘date nights’ at least once a month – more often when we can – and usually have some sort of theme for the afternoon/evening. I should also tell you that we are both in our late fifties. And my lovely Lynda is every bit as sexy to me now as she has ever been. She stands just under six feet tall, with heart-stopping dancer’s legs, long dark hair, flowing gently over full, natural breasts that many, including myself, have been caught staring at. Elegant, confident, and majestic are the adjectives which most closely describe the love of my life. When we first met, I confided my preference for ‘dark and mysterious’ over ‘blonde and bubbly’. I definitely got my wish. Every once in a while, in our secret romantic world, she can and does shock and surprise me just like her web/ Blog : Mybig7.de /Like on this particular night I’m going to tell you about. Well, it really started mid-afternoon. You see, once you get older, you tend to start – and finish – things a little earlier. While I commenced dinner preparations, Lynda disappeared upstairs to dress appropriately for the occasion. And she was up there for an awfully long time.I made two extra large margaritas on the rocks. Lynda has few weaknesses, but my margaritas are one of them. There is the equivalent of four ounces of liquor in each one. And they go down real smooth. I use a the best quality sipping tequila, Cointreau, salt, raw sugar, and freshly squeezed organic key limes, shaken well with lots of ice. My sexy date finally appeared from the powder room, and literally knocked my socks off. If she wanted to look like the most expensive hooker I could never possibly afford, she nailed it. Tight black dress, high heels, fishnet stockings and that candy-apple red lipstick that shouts “fuck me”. As I continued to dice, chop and whisk, we sipped and flirted. Well, I sipped, as I was the chef, and busy assembling one of our favourite date-night treats – a meal in itself – ‘Cocquille St. Jacques’. But Lynda, unoccupied with such busy-ness in the kitchen, sipped hers much faster. Perhaps ‘gulped’ would be a better choice of words. It was difficult for us to keep our hands off each other as I tried to concentrate on my tasks in the kitchen. The tequila flowed, and she became more amorous; approaching me from behind, running her hands over the protrusion in my thong, which – apart from my apron – was all I was wearing. It was my typical date night attire, and made for easy access whenever the impulse arose, on our appointed nights of unbridled passion. We were both feeling particularly concupiscent on this night, which – believe it or not – is still possible when you’re fifty-something. We talked openly in very explicit terms about the things that aroused us, not only in each other, but within our small circle of friends. Whenever I dared turn my eyes from the stove for an instant and glanced over at her, and whenever she wasn’t sipping on her drink (or mine), Lynda was teasing me by touching herself, openly demonstrating her feelings of sexual arousal as if I wasn’t even there. There was no question about it – she was one horny bitch. Her words, in fact. By the time I had finished dinner preparations and had the oval round baking dishes out of the oven and steaming temptingly on the table, she was well into the lower half of her second margarita, and now demonstrating the predictable effects. (I was lagging sadly behind and was barely halfway through my first). We lit the candles, but dispensed with any ideas of opening the wine. At this point, we calculated that adding fruit of the vine to the mix would not be in our best interests. Besides, the ‘margies’ were working wonders. It did not take long for us to consume the meal, in spite of us having to break away from it every few bites to kiss or fondle each other. Scallops in cream sauce is very filling, and if there’s any such thing as a ‘sexy dish’, this, being one of the finest specimens of French cooking, is it. We put any ideas of clean-up right out of our lust-filled heads and moved to our living-room, taking a seat opposite each other on our over-sized L-shaped couch to carry on our steamy discussion. A Muddy Waters themed internet blues radio station was playing on our home theatre system, lending an earthy flavour to the already sexually charged atmosphere. We both love the blues. I commented that she looked very much the part of an expensive hooker. “What would you have me do, if I were your call-girl for the evening?” “Well, I suppose I would have to think about that for a moment,” my thoughts trailed off; her question challenging me to take serious consideration of the matter. If this person in front of me was not Lynda, but instead was a high-priced hooker, what would I ask her to do, indeed? “I suppose if I were paying you, I would want to know what your limits were up front. There are probably things I would ask a hooker for, that I would never have the balls to ask you to do for me,” I answered forthrightly. We had shared an incredible depth of intimacy, and enjoyed a variety of experiences in our ten years together – including both FMF and MMF threesomes – more than most couples dare contemplate, let alone live out. Yet still, there was still something she could never bring herself to do for me. Being ultra-feminine, she could never get into taking me with a strap-on; in spite of my purchasing two or three different kinds to for us to try out. “Well, here’s your chance. Tonight, I am your whore. Ask me anything.” She paused for a moment before adding, “Pretend that you’ve paid my top fee – for which I forego any and all of my limits.” After another short pause, she looked me in the eye, and spoke her next words as bluntly as anything she has ever told me …”Anything you want. It’s yours for the asking.” We stared into each others’ eyes for a few moments, I looking for hints of her conviction, her dedication and veracity to fulfill what was essentially an ‘anything-goes’ sexual smorgasbord with her and all of her charms on the menu. Her words – ones she’d never spoken to me so straight forward and unequivocally – echoed repeatedly in my head. ‘Anything you want’. “Seriously??” My thoughts echoed back… I sensed from the wicked grin on her face anchored by her confident demeanour (in spite of the alcohol) that this was indeed a genuine offer. She meant what she said. “I know there have been a few things you have wanted me to do for you, and for whatever reasons, I have held back from you. Tonight I am not holding back.” Needing no further convincing, I got right down to business. “Do a striptease for me. I want to see what’s under that black dress. But do it slowly. I want to take my time and enjoy this.” She did take her time, and ever-so slowly, worked herself out of that sleek dress as she continued to touch herself suggestively. Now she was down to bra and panties, garters, and those fucking fish-net stockings. Everything was black, and as I gulped my second margarita down, I noticed that the intimate apparel appeared unfamiliar to me; she must have gone out and bought it all just for this occasion. I had never seen Lynda act quite as unabashedly slutty as she was, here and now, for my eyes only. Looking like that, she could have been performing for a full house at a ‘gentleman’s club’ and the thought of that made me even more aroused. But tonight, this club was a very private one, and I was the sole audience and beneficiary to whatever might henceforth transpire.She came over to where I was sitting, bent down – revealing her breathtaking cleavage – and started licking my bulge through the fabric of my thong. “That is one beautiful cock you have there, Mr. Burke. I am getting very wet for you and can’t wait to see what you’re going to do with me tonight. Would you like me to suck you off?” “All in good time,” I answered, wanting to prolong the ecstasy of my agony. “Finish kırşehir escort your striptease for me first, while I play with myself.” Lynda placed her lips over the end of my conspicuous bulge and sucked the pre-cum that had oozed from my piss slit right through the silky briefs, leaving a rather large wet spot in place of the small one that was there before. I saw no reason to keep it on, so as she resumed her erotic show for me, I ripped it off and began stroking myself. I watched as she slowly stripped away her panties and bra, leaving on just the garters and stockings. “Spread your legs open for me. Show me your pussy.” My initial requests of my whore were relatively tepid, but I had no plans of keeping them that way. She did as ordered, and started rubbing herself. I could see her fingers glisten with her juices as spread her lips for me. But that is not all I saw. There appeared to be something foreign laying against and blocking my view of her anal opening. There was no mistaking it – it was one of our butt plugs! And a large one at that. I moved in for a closer look. “Well, well now. What do we have here? Someone’s been into the cookie jar I see…” On the one or two occasions we had previously fooled around with these devious devices, it was I who initiated, and performed the delicate insertion, but only after much cajoling. I smiled widely, knowing this was going to be one interesting night. “I hoped you would approve.” “Highly, would be an understatement,” I replied, trying to hide the fact that I was almost shaking with anticipation. “Thank you sir. Do you like it when I rub my cunt for you?” I don’t think she had ever used that word, ‘cunt’, in front of me before. At least not while she was playing with one. “Oh yes . . I do. Now, stick your fingers inside. Spread that hungry cunt of yours wide open and fuck yourself with those long, elegant fingers. Do that for me, would you, please?” I realized that I had never actually seen her do that to herself. I had seen her rub her clit and labia, but never finger-fuck herself. The only thing I ever saw go in there other than the odd dildo was cock – mine or on rare occasions one of our special friends. But now, I was watching her penetrate herself with those sexy long fingers. And she was really getting into it.Her fingers, all wet with her own juices. Fuck. “Now, my pretty little slut, suck your pussy juice off those fingers for me. Get them good and wet, and shove them back in there.” Lynda rarely did anything like that any more – at least not in front of me, anyway. It seemed that as she’d aged her taste for the raw and dirty stuff had petered out. It was as though she no longer liked the taste of herself – whether it was on my face after going down on her, or on my hard cock after penetrating her. I was testing her limits with that request, no doubt about it. But she eagerly followed my instructions, and licked off those fingers, and even better, seemed to be enjoying her part in our little role-play as much as I was. By this time I had stroked myself to the edge of climax, and I have to tell you, my erection was as hard as the granite slabs under the Temple of Baalbek watching my Lynda put on her little show for me. “Oh FUCK. My hands smell like COCK. They smell like cock!” Lynda blurted out in disbelief, laughing uncontrollably; then licking her fingers and hands off while watching me watch her do it. I couldn’t help but to laugh along with her. “Well, that is because you were playing with my hard cock and fondling my balls in the kitchen earlier,” I chortled. “Don’t you remember?” Is this all some crazy dream, I thought giddily to myself? I got up off the couch and approached her, holding my cock out for her right at eye level. “Oh fuck .. I was? Wow. You must be making these margarita’s strong. But they’re going down so good tonight, I may need another,” she answered, taking yet another gulp. “Now rub some of your cunt juice on my shaft and mix it all up with this,” I said, pointing at the bead of pre-cum oozing out of my piss-slit. “Remember how much you love the smell of cock? Play with it, while you fuck yourself with your fingers. Keep your hands and fingers wet, like a good whore does.” She went wild on me, fingering herself, licking and spitting into her hands, and jacking my cock off at the same time. I could not believe that this was my wife I was watching do this to me. This was a woman possessed. Totally in character with a paid prostitute giving her all to her very best customer. “I want you to make yourself cum, while you lick my balls. A naughty slut worships the smell of balls. Show me how a cock whore can make herself cum just from the smell of a man’s balls. Then I just might make you another margarita.” It was all I could do to keep still while she thrashed about beneath me. It did not take long for her to comply with the task thus given. I straddled her face, moving my balls over her mouth and nose, and could feel the rush of air as she breathed in and out, taking in my manly scent as her nose tickled me from my ass, over my taint and along my entire ball sac. Over she went, as I lowered myself directly over her face to muffle her cries of ecstasy. I thought she was going to tear a hole in her gaping wet gash; she was shoving her fingers in and out with such force they were making obscenely loud sloshing sounds. As her first orgasm subsided, I suggested she use her now very wet hands to play with her tits. “Get those fucking nipples nice and hard for me.” As if they weren’t hard enough already … She obeyed, squeezing first her full, natural breasts, then licking her fingers and rubbing all around the nipples. She had such large, delicious nipples and areoles; I just had to bend down and suck them while her femininely flavoured fingers played there. “Mmmm, tasty. Now, get your hands and face smelling like my cock again, before I snack on YOU.” She took my balls in one hand and my cock in the other, guiding it into her mouth, and rubbed it all over her face. I was more than ready for the main event, my devious mind thinking about how best to sequence my plan of attack; but thought it best to refresh our drinks first. I briefly excused myself to the kitchen, and when I returned I brought her third margarita (and my second), along with a tall glass of ice water, thinking someone might be a tad sorry if they didn’t rehydrate to offset all of this alcohol. My girl looked so insanely sexy laying there in those stockings, holding her legs open for me and boldly playing with herself with that pouty look on her face. I handed her the drinks, then reached into the toy box and pulled out the Fun Factory Share dildo. It was one of those insertable ‘strapless’ strap-on dicks, a large purple one she had up until now refused to even try. We’d of course had the conversation many times in the past. She always suspected I might like to try a real cock inside me, just like she did. But I had also explained that I wanted it to be her, not anyone else, pushing it into me, whether it was a real cock or not. Her energy – her passion – there was no one else on the planet I wanted to trust to make love to me like that, while I was so vulnerable, more than the woman I loved most, Lynda. So, even more than I wanted a real cock, I wanted her, doing me, loving me, just like I made love to her. I know there are other men who know that want like I do, who understand what I am saying. And who love their woman like I do. I set it down beside her, then leaned back on the other end of the couch, spreading my legs, and started stroking my cock suggestively. Lynda looked at it, and then back at me, almost dismissively; raising her eyebrows but saying nothing. I resumed our dirty dialogue, taking up a side-road subject but still skirting close to my intended destination. “I bet a high class whore like you turns a few tricks a day.” “A few,” came the reply, as she downed a large gulp of water, chuckled to herself, and sampled her fresh margarita. I was amazed at how well she handled her liquor on this night of love and debauchery. “How many guys have already fucked that pussy and filled it with their cum today, that I’m probably going to eat out of you tonight?” I asked, daring to imagine – let alone suggest – such a torrid kırşehir escort bayan scenario. “Oh fuck . . five? Six? I don’t know; I lost count. I do love to get fucked, you know!” Lynda played along. She licked her fingers again, and rubbed herself, then came over to where I was laying and offered them to me to lick off. I sucked them into my mouth as she used her other hand on herself. Apparently, in her exhilarated state she had spontaneously become ambidextrous. Her hands did smell a lot like cock, and of pussy too. My favourite combination. Looking at her, so out of character yet so believable in the role she had assumed for me, my cock ached for release. “Care for a taste?” she teased, her weeping cunt gaping wide from her frantic manipulations, flagrantly hovering right over my open mouth. I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me, sampling her wares with great gusto. She did indeed taste divine and rich with the sharp scent of womanly want I had grown to love. And, she was SO wet. I ran my tongue from her taint up between the folds of her labia, stopping just short of her clit, where the tips of her three fingers were lingering, and intermittently vibrating back and forth; she was keeping herself on the edge as I licked and teased below. She seemed larger than life this night, and there was more there than I could possibly hope to cover with my lips and tongue and range of motion in my current position. “I bet you love to get fucked with that butt plug stuck up your ass, don’t you.” “Of course I do. I like having all my holes filled. I just want to be your slut, baby. You can do whatever you like with me,” she laughed, clearly blitzed now. “Well I am going to fuck you with this cock, then shove it down your throat and make you swallow it. What do you think of that?” “So you want to fuck my cunt, and then my throat! Is that all you want to do with your very expensive hooker tonight?” She taunted. “Then I am going to fuck your ass!” I said, and smacked her hard across the buttocks. “But not until you have earned it.” I knew she must have planned for me to take her there on this night. But not before – I hoped – she took mine! “So, you are going to do anything I want then, aren’t you,” I asked, reluctantly pulling my face back from her quivering cunt. She leaned down to kiss me, then answered my question. “Anything.” “I want you to do something you’ve never done before. I want you to fuck my asshole with that dildo. I am nice and clean – inside and out – for you. No cooties, I promise. Have I paid enough for that?” Unbeknownst to her, I had made a little side-trip while making her last margarita in the kitchen, and taken care of that little detail. If she was going to do this, I didn’t want to turn her off on her very first try. I flipped over on my hands and knees, and pleaded my case to her. If it wasn’t going to happen now, it probably never would. “Do it baby! Make love to me, please?” She looked at my ass sort of quizzically, as though it were one of five or six items of clothing hanging on a rack in a boutique that she had to choose only one from. Pick me! Pick me! I turned my gaze away from her and buried my face into the cushion of the couch, and waited to feel something – or nothing. Thank goodness, I did not have to wait long for the former to manifest. The touch of her hands on my buttocks, on either side of my cleansed butt-hole, felt electric. That was followed by the warmth of her breath. She was close to me now, examining me as she had never done before. My cock raged in anticipation, as first her fingers, then her magic tongue, traced a line from my balls up to my sensitive rosebud. It tickled my hair and made me quiver and jump, but I endeavoured to hold my position in eager anticipation of what was to come. God . . she had never done that before – I had given her a good rimming many times, and had enjoyed that very intimate activity immensely. But it was something that until now, she could never bring herself to do. Was she going to cross that line with me . . tonight? Cautiously, she probed, her gradual approach understandable, given her prior reluctance; however, with every passing second I craved her dirty love with growing urgency. I could not resist begging her, urging her on, to give me what I so deeply desired; and became quite vocal and assertive in my urging. “Oh fuck, baby. PLEASE. Lick me there. I want to feel your mouth on me so fucking bad..” That shameless plea for her unprecedented oral servitude seemed to tilt the balance in my favour, and she literally dove onto, and into the crack of my ass. I felt her whole face on me now, and her tongue plunging into me. Round and round she went, making us both all slippery with her saliva, licking up and down and all over while moaning “Mmmm” and making those same lewd slurping noises she makes when she sucks my cock. I must have uttered every four-letter word in Webster’s Third, this glorious feeling of having my darling wife deliver such filthy pleasure upon my body as I had never felt from her before. I drank it up, literally trying to suck her tongue into my body and kiss her back as though my ass were an extension of not only my ears – feeling the vibrations of her humming – but my mouth, opening up to receive hers. I aggressively pushed myself out and into her face, attempting to open myself up even more to her scrutiny; reaching back with my hand to caress her head and greedily pull her toward my hot hole. “Deeper, deeper!” I begged, as she continued to go where she had never gone before; squeezing my balls and probing my asshole – fucking it – with her loving tongue. Then, after several magnificent minutes of pure heaven I hoped would never end, she stopped; and reached for that purple insertable cock that I have for so long craved her to get acquainted with. “I’ll just bet you want to get fucked with this, don’t you.” Her words were music of heaven itself to my ears. What could better follow up a good ass-licking than a rollicking ass-fucking from my sweetheart, I thought to myself. I flipped over onto my back, hiked up my legs, and thanked my lucky stars. “Thought you’d never ask,” I smartly remarked. Ever so erotically, she inserted the large bulbous end of that thing up into her vagina; it seemed to swallow it up just like that. Reaching for the lube, she poured some into the palm of her hand just like she had done it before a hundred times, and stroked that long purple dick as though it were of her own flesh and blood. Through my squinting eyes, I could have easily mistaken her for one of those drop-dead gorgeous ‘she-males’ you see on the internet and the virtual world (but alas nowhere in my real life). Lynda maneuvered herself in front of me, in the missionary position, and smeared her lubed hands over my opening, then placed the oversized head of that purple cock right at ground zero. I knew once that got past my outer sphincter, the rest would be a breeze. I recall looking up into her glazed eyes, thinking, she never did anything like this to me before. Was I dreaming? No, I wasn’t … This was better than any dream I’d ever had. I held my legs up and she grasped my balls firmly, pulling them out of the way, and pushed against me, all the while maintaining eye contact to gauge my reaction. I pushed back, opening myself up, and in seconds, she was in. Slowly, she sank all the way into me; and I swear I could have taken even more. We remained like that for a minute or two, and just french kissed as I became accustomed to the large object now stretching my ass and bonded with my lady as never before. I signalled my readiness by rocking my hips, and she responded in kind, beginning a gentle stroke, in and out, in and out, gradually picking up the pace. She instinctively knew what to do, as though she had lived in a man’s body at some point in time, going back to the distant past. “Fuck me harder baby. Fuck my ass good.” “Does my baby like it up the ass like I do?” “Fuck YEAH!” The exaggerated head of this particular dildo exquisitely rubs against the prostate when applied at the right angle, and we had squirmed ourselves together in perfect alignment to provide maximum stimulation there, without overdoing it. It dawned on me that she was probably going to make me cum if she kept escort kırşehir it up. “Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, YES!” I cried, as she continued pounding my ass. The clear pre-cum that had been oozing from my cock had now turned whitish, and was pooling on my belly. She was literally milking me with that fake dick. Lynda looked down, and instinctively knowing how close I was, grabbed my shaft and began jacking me off while continuing her thrusts into my depths. That really did it. I completely lost it, and shot ropes of sweet cream across my belly, up onto my face and neck, and all over her loving hand. She stopped her thrusting, scooped up my warm semen with her fingers and offered some to me. We took turns licking and sucking her fingers dry. On many of our lovemaking sessions, this private little ritual has become one of my personal favourites; the intimacy of the act – sharing the seed – usually gets me up again in no time and ready for round two. The purple cock slipped from both of our fuck-holes, and fell unceremoniously to the floor. I grabbed Lynda’s head, and begged her to suck me to hardness so that I could return the favour and fuck her. Although I had just spent my seed, I was still in a hell of a state, and did not want the evening to end without reclaiming my role as the alpha male. (Besides, Viagra works wonders for men my age; and a quick recovery is virtually guaranteed.) I have to admit, I was a bit rough on the poor lass, and forced my cock rather insistently down her throat, coming very close to making her gag a couple of times. But she bravely stayed the course, and went right back down on me until I’d had my fill, and I was hard enough once again to ponder successful intercourse with her. I manhandled her over onto her back, on the long side of the couch, and began a well deserved round of cunnilingus – adding to her already profound wetness – before mounting her. I wanted to fuck her more than life itself. I loved the feel of that ‘something else’ inside her – the plug still resident in her lovely ass – and felt it rub along the underside of my shaft as I fucked in and out of her saliva-soaked pussy. It was as furious a fuck as we’d ever done before; I held her down by the hair and growled obscenities into her ear as I had my way with her. “You’re my fucking whore, aren’t you!” “YES!” “My horny fucking bitch. You sure can take a big cock.” “Give it to me baby! Fuck me with it!” “Where?” “Fuck my hot cunt .. fuck my mouth .. fuck my ass too. Take me however you want. Just fuck me baby!” I pulled out of her sopping muff and ordered her to roll over onto her hands and knees and suck my cock before I fucked her asshole. “You bastard,” she said, looking up at me. “Are you going to fuck me up the ass?” “God damn right I am! Right after you clean your juices off my dick and get me good and hard again.” I fucked her mouth with reckless abandon, caring little now for her endurance nor for her need for oxygen. I just grabbed her head and began thrusting, testing her gag reflex, and conjuring forth what seemed like gallons of thick, stringy cock-suck-spit from deep within her throat. As I plunged in and out, my devoted whore coughed and spewed the froth in great gobs back out over me and down my balls onto my legs below. I scooped up handfuls of it and rubbed it all over her face, then massaged more of it around back onto her ass, finding that the butt plug was still firmly ensconced there. That would have to come out. I wondered if, in this state, she even remembered that it was there. I gave her butt cheeks a good slap or two, then grasped the flange that laid firm against her outer flesh and pulled. Her muscles involuntarily held the devilish device firmly in place, and resisted my initial attempts to extract it. I ascertained that more force would be necessary. I then placed three fingers and my thumb at the cardinal points and pulled in earnest. The large diameter probe wiggled past her outer sphincter, prompting a loud moan from her as it stretched her out again; eventually it gave way to my efforts and popped out, leaving a gaping hole into which I knew I must lay claim, and without delay. I pulled back from my call-girls’s mouth, reached for the lube, and slathered it onto my shaft, determined to give this woman an ass-fucking she would not soon forget. I bent down to kiss her and taste her dirty cock-soiled mouth; I had never seen her in such a sight in all my days. Her face was just one big sticky, frothy mess, and the sight, smell and taste of it only fed my seething hunger for her. Our kisses were ravenous, and I took great pleasure in lapping up most of the cock-suck-spit that hadn’t already dripped off her face before taking up position behind her. “I’m such a naughty fucking bitch..” she growled, her eyes half closed, as I spread her cheeks and ran my veiny rod up and back across her obscenely stretched hole. Taking that as my signal, I reeled back and smacked both cheeks of her ass, knowing how much that also turns her on. “Yes you most certainly are. Take it, baby, open your ass for me and take your medicine,” I commanded, as I worked myself into her, continuing her punishment whenever I thought she least expected it. She moaned and groaned and stuck her ass way up in the air, pushing against me while I probed her first with my tongue, then with my engorged cock; stretching her to her limit, working that dick deeper and deeper into her bowels. The butt plug had done yeoman’s work in spreading her wide, dilating her chute for my use and abuse. “Just . . another . . hole . . for you to . . FUCK!” Slowly I worked up to my rhythm, sliding in and out, stretching her further, hoping that she would beg me to fuck her harder. I pulled her by the tits upright, and kissed her again; she was still drooling, as though lost in ecstatic trance. Never before had she let me kiss her like that and for such a prolonged time, after I’d had my face literally half burrowed up her ass. “You feel so good baby. I want to fuck your ass so bad.” “Do it baby – I love your cock in my ass. Fuck me HARD! Breed me with your big dick!” Fully impaled on me, I grabbed her neck with a choke-hold and pulled her head back, while squeezing her left nipple with the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. Lynda cried out as I buried my face in the back of her neck and continued to fuck her like that, rougher than I had ever even considered in all of our previous encounters. But her arms reached back in a reverse embrace, and pulled me into her, anticipating my thrusts, as though to convey her consent to my roughneck behaviour, as uncharacteristic of me as it was. I soon, however, became aware that I might be approaching the point of choking her; my grip on her neck was so tight, her face was turning red and her breathing sounded more like gargling. At that point, I released her and she slumped down, in total surrender to my will, as it were. I felt her asshole open and swallow me, as though she had conceded to whatever I intended to do to her next. Her body had totally relaxed. She was mine to plunder, to conquer, to take mastery over. There would be no resistance, regardless of what I wanted from her on this night. I sensed her total and complete submission to me; much as I had submitted to her, as she penetrated my bowels earlier. I got completely carried away, and could hold my orgasm back no longer. “Oh FUCK .. I’m going to cum baby .. I’m going to fill your ass now baby, hold on!” At this point, with my throbbing member buried as deep as humanly possible in her ass, we both came simultaneously, in a fury of moans, cries and expletives. I could feel her spasm uncontrollably, as I pumped my second load of semen as far into her depths as it would go. Lynda shouted out with each thrust, her hand lewdly rubbing herself, until the deed was done. As the climax of our sodomy gently subsided into denouement and my cock gradually lost its rigidity inside her forbidden tunnel, we whispered our naughty thoughts to each other. “You are the best fuck in the world, my love. I should pay a king’s ransom to lay with you.” “And I love your cock in my ass, or wherever you want to put it, baby. I can feel your seed deep inside me, swimming around. My whole body is just tingling. But I think your expensive hooker’s time is up. This old whore is totally fucked out and may not be walking so good tomorrow. I hope you got your money’s worth.” “That and more, my love. That and so much more.” ~ ~ ~ Here’s to you, my Beloved. There is no other like you and never shall there be.

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