1. Bouncing Bunny


    Date: 9/23/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    it; that lit the blue touch paper. A sudden and immediate fiery rage took hold of me and I stood up quickly and, as I turned, I slapped him extremely hard. My fingers tingled and my hand print came up on his face. He stumbled and looked at me with his hand on his face. Shocked, he said, “What the hell was that for? Are you mad?” I was full of rage. I said, “You bastard, I saw you… with her.” Still with a shocked look, he blustered, “What are you talking about? You are mad!” I grabbed a coat and said, “I’m off! Think about what you’ve done. And if you’ve not got a real good excuse, I’m telling your dad, he’ll fuckin’ sort you out. Don’t bother following me home. I don’t want to see you.” He grabbed my arm and said, “Wait, what the hell are you doing? I don’t understand where all this has come from.” I dug my nails into his wrist and he let go. I said, “Piss off and don’t come home.” I grabbed my handbag, ran down to the front desk and asked them to call me a taxi. *** I cried in the taxi most of the way home. I got home in the early hours, must have been one or so. The house was in darkness. I went in and I left the key in the lock on the inside, so it could not be opened. I didn’t want my husband coming in. Bastard! I noticed a dim light from Salt’s room. My bedroom was across the hall from his and, as I approached, I heard noises coming through his open door. He didn't expect anyone to be coming home, of course. Salt, on occasions, had brought home a woman guest but never ...
    to his bedroom. It was always for dinner or just drinks but never had I remembered him take anyone up to his bedroom. But I knew Salt was a man, a widower, with needs. As I got closer the sounds became clearer. It was of a woman, definitely a woman being more than stimulated. The sounds were of a woman who had thrown all inhibitions out of the window and was having a real good time, being well fucked by the sounds of it. I crept closer and peered round the door frame. Well, Salt had kept that quite. The woman was flat on her back, her arms were widespread and she clung onto the sheets on either side of the bed, making fists. Her legs were around Salt’s lower back. She was a white woman, seemed young like me, with short red hair. And there was Salt, on top of her, his arms by her shoulders. His legs were stretched out and he was on his toes, his feet about two foot apart. But what I gasped at was the thing he was fucking that woman with. Holy crap! Was that even a human part? It was like he had strapped an extra arm between his legs and was fisting her. No wonder her cries were loud, no wonder her hands were making grasping at the sheets and no wonder her face looked like she was in utter pain while I stood watching. And my pussy got so wet, it soaked my panties and I felt a warm trickle down my inner thighs. Salt rose high above her, his hips well clear of hers by six or seven inches and even then his cock was still in her. He ploughed into her. Their hips did not quite meet ...
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