1. Dirty Little Secrets 4: First Time


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    scarlet woman. But I suppose I am a scarlet woman already.” I don’t know what a scarlet woman is, but I like that she uses such phrases. I don’t know quite what to say, but I feel I must say something. “I like it that you like my big cock,” I say, “And my big, heavy balls.” Catherine looks at me sideways, something devious playing in her eyes. She goes a deeper shade of red, so that she now really is a scarlet woman. “Do you want to give me your big hard cock?” she asks. “Of course,” I say, taking a step forward and making a new grab for her breasts. Catherine steps backwards, confusing me. Then she says, “Not yet. First I have a video to record. After that, you may have your wicked way with me.” Having gotten into something of a stride, this is too much to bear. “But I want you now,” I say. “Oooooh!” Catherine says with smiling eyes. “Tell me more.” I’m on the verge of saying that I want to make love with her again, but stop myself in the nick of time. “I want to, you know, have my wicked way with you, like you said.” “And I want you to,” Catherine says. “But we can’t have your sperm dribbling out of my pussy when I perform for my husband, now, can we?” This is interesting. Until now, she hasn’t said a word to me about her husband, or what her performances are all about. I suppose I’ve kind of got the gist of it before now, but I ask anyway. “Is that what you do with the videos? Send them to your husband?” Catherine looks as if she’s said too much. “You didn’t think I ...
    posted them online, did you?” I’m not sure if I have thought this or not, but while I’m thinking about it, Catherine moves to the armchair where I once saw her pleasure herself with a giant dildo and squirt. I’ve only been half aware of it, but now I see that the camcorder has been placed on a tripod in front of the armchair. She sits down and pulls her legs up, spreading them, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips. “Help me out,” she says. “Have a look at the screen.” I move across to do as she says. “It looks perfect,” I say. “Is everything in focus? What can you see?” By now I’ve reached a point where I realise that there’s no point in mincing words. “Everything’s perfectly in focus,” I say. “All I can see is your pussy, but it looks fabulous.” It does too, moist and wet and glistening. “That’s what I was hoping,” Catherine says, giving me a wink. “Well, time to get the show on the road.” “Wait!” I say. “Why?” I’m already past the camera. I don’t bother to answer the question. My head is between her thighs. I only have theory to go on, but it’s not hard to locate her clit, since it’s highly visible. “You wicked man!” Catherine cries as my tongue slithers over the swollen bump. “Are you trying to make me cum before I’ve even begun performing?” It’s my first taste of pussy. I’ve heard and read things about how some men love the taste and others aren’t too keen, but the only thing that interests me is how it reeks and tastes of unbridled sexual desire. When Catherine lets out ...
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