1. Dirty Little Secrets 3: Inviting Him In


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    beast of a machine finish the job. The job of driving more inhibitions out of me. Because when I open my eyes, I see that Mark is still hard. Of course. The sweet boy only ejaculates if he hears the refrain, “Cum for me! Cum for me!” I know what I want now. My legs are like spaghetti, but I manage to wobble across to the laptop and look into the camera. “I hope you enjoyed the show,” I giggle. “And that you came really hard.” Then I blow the camera a kiss and kill the recording. At last! In a flash I’m on my knees in front of Mark. “Stand up!” I gasp. Some remaining vestige of propriety must remain, because instead of doing what I just imagined myself begging to do, I cradle my breasts instead. Mark’s looking down at me as if he can’t believe his eyes. I just look into those eyes and beg, “Will you cum for me? Will you please, please cum for me?” I squeeze and fondle my breasts, my eyes now locked onto the big, hard erection that he manipulates manfully. “Cum for me!” I breathe. “Cum all over my breasts! Cum on my big, ripe knockers!” That’s all it takes. “Oh Catherine!” Mark breathes. “Here I cum! I’m cumming!” “Yes! Yes!” I gasp back. “I want your sticky seed all over my breasts!” In the event, the first spurt goes up under my chin and onto my neck. I drag the sperm down towards my breasts as more sperm shoots out of Mark, now splashing onto my rack. I can’t believe that he has so much in him, given how he ejaculates every day watching me. I massage the stuff into my ...
    bulging knockers as a last few drops hit the back of one hand. I cradle my breasts and push up, giving each stiff nipple a lash with my tongue, developing an instant craving at the slightest hint of the taste of Mark’s salty sperm. “Catherine,” you’re amazing, Mark breathes, his hand coming away from his cock. I look up at him and smile. “Thank you…” I stop myself just before I say his name, not wanting him to know I’ve checked up on him. Thankfully he takes this as an invitation to say, “Mark. My name’s Mark.” “Mark,” I say. It’s the first time I’ve said his name out loud, but it feels very right. I look down at my breasts again, which are shiny and slippery with oil and Mark’s huge load. As I look at it, it feels right. Later it feels like an escalation. I may not have had Mark’s cock inside me, but having a stranger’s semen all over your bosom must count as cheating, if you’re a married woman, mustn’t it? And since I’ve now crossed that line, there’s nothing to stop more from happening, is there? Especially since I more or less promised Mark something of the kind before he left. “I can’t see you for over a week,” I tell him. He looks a little disappointed, but he’s used to this bi-weekly ritual by now and says, “I understand.” Feeling bad for him, I say, “Since we’re now on first name terms, I’m sure we’ll become much better acquainted in the future.” There’s a glimmer in his eye, and a sinking feeling in my stomach. I am quite sure that I am now, unofficially at least, a ...
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