as promised…A Slut is Born

continued…

You nervously await the buzz at the door…half wanting to bail the other half weak with the prospect of being fondled, stroked, your crotch just aches, you almost buckle over, your stomach twists and turns, the perspiration on your brow glistening….

The anticipation of a dangerous love rears its ugly head, but who cars at this point, you are desperate for this kind of taboo attention. You are trapped…the phrase “Its better to be alone than wishing you were alone” rings in your ears and you experience a moment of extreme sadness and despair for the marital state you are in.

The sturdy knock to the door shakes you up and reality kicks in.

He is here.

Slowly, quickly you make the few steps to the expansive door of your large beautifully decorated home..I guess money doesn’t keep one warm at night, does it?

And, you have been such a good little lady all of these years..the Slutty side, the raging horny side has lay dormant in the depths of your loins way too long.

Here is your chance…better make the best of it while you can.

He enters, thoughts on his side of the fence are somewhat similar, but he is a guy after all and daily, hourly raging hormones are a natural thing. Here is a willing little filly decked out just the way a sexually driven alpha male fantasizes about…How come women don’t dress like this any more?

He obviously jumps at the opportunity, and she is just down the street for God’s sake. Who would have known?

“Thanks for calling me. I brought you a little something,” he quietly exhales, his hands hovering over his crotch. May as well go for the jugular…she is a ‘Slut’ after all. Wine did not seem appropo this early in the am and she did want me over quickly to relive last night and she did call me after all.

The connection was a little estranged but she snapped out of whatever was previously bothering her at the sight of the hard cock hiding beneath his loose summer shorts..here she is all dolled up like Elizabeth Taylor in ‘Who’s afraid of Virginia Wolf” and he, well, he is unassumingly attired…a sharp, nice contrast.

Guy’s will take ‘it’ whenever, however, whomever, she thinks to herself…good thing ’cause she was shaking in her spiky high heels.

“Feel it,” he beckons her towards him. He kisses her lightly on her painted cheek as she pensively massages his hardened cock.

“It’s sooooo nice,” she purrs.

The loose blouse falls exposing her massive breasts , his cock hardens even more at the sight and of the perfume as it wafts in the air around his nostrils.

To be continued….

Madame Lucie

By sweetjuicylucy at 2010-08-19

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