1. Curse of the gypsy woman - Part four


    Date: 7/6/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Lesbian Sex, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Introduction: This is the continuing saga of Melissa, a woman, a preacher's wife, who by the power of a gypsy's curse is redescovering her sexuality. It will be to your benefit to read the previous three chapters if you haven't allready. It had been a frustrating weekend, and the worst thing by far was church on Sunday and the subsequent meeting of the Committee of Moral Education. Luckily she'd had the idea to wear a sanitary napkin before going. She'd had enough experience of her own horniness by now to know that her pussy would run wet with juices by the mere thought of sex, and this way she might be able to prevent a dark wet spot from forming on her skirts. She'd also worn two extra layers of underskirts and an extra set of panties, hoping she wouldn't look fat in the outfit. But anything would be better than looking like she had peed herself. Her thoughts had of course been drifting in all kinds of directions as she sat on the hard benches, watching the service, and she had discovered that by rubbing her thighs together and working the muscles in her abdomen, she would be able to receive pleasure without anyone noticing. She'd known however that having an orgasm would be out of the question. So the frustration had been killing her when the services were over, and her relief had been almost overwhelming as she'd locked herself in the toilet and rubbed herself to mind blowing, but silent ecstasy behind the closed doors. The sanitary napkin had been soaked and she'd had ...
    to change it before washing her hands thoroughly and step out to meet the world again. Then she'd begun to dread the following two hours. Meetings in the Committee of Moral Education could really drag on sometimes, but she had to try to make this one a short one. “How did your confrontation with the gypsy woman go the other day,” Francine Woodworth had asked after they were done with the scheduled agenda. Francine was a small, dark haired woman, married to one of the most successful businessmen in the little town. Moving here from France just three years ago, her English was almost perfect, just a slight accent that was more charming than annoying. “I'm afraid it didn't go very well. She didn't seem to understand what the problem was,” Melissa had answered, feeling herself blush a little. “Would you maybe if I tried?” the tender woman had asked. And so it had been decided and the meeting could finally be closed. On her way back to the house, Melissa had to stop two times to finger herself. Once in a gas station bathroom and once in McDonald’s. By the time she arrived home, her husband had already started packing for his trip. The thought of him leaving and being away for almost a whole week had her all worked up again. But she knew she had to keep her lusts at bay, to take deep breaths and try to act as normal as she possibly could. She had even managed to act as if she didn't look forward to being alone for so long even though her heart (and pussy) had been jumping with joy. ...
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