The memory made her shiver.More sniffing. The man wrenched Julie's right arm towards his face. Her torso tried to retreat backwards, but the headboard...gave her nowhere to go."Your fingers stink of cunt," the man announced. Julie's stomach dropped."F-from earlier," she offered without conviction. Julie had fingerfucked herself while the man fed her his cock. She wanted him to believe the aroma of her sopping pussy had lingered. She didn’t want him to know the truth."No." The man said. The. The man workssixty or seventy hours a week and then he golfs andplays tennis and has one night out with the boys, as hecalls them, probably fucks his bimbo secretary now andthen, and on Sunday night, if he remembers, he climbsbetween my legs and pounds me for a couple of minuteswith his more than adequate weapon before he flops downand starts snoring. I’ve got some toys, including a battery powered onewith a clit feeler that’s great if a bit cumbersome,but I need a real cock, and I. “Helen could I ask you a favour” “What’s that”, “Could you let the dog out for me tomorrow, as I’m going to be out till late with work” “No problem”, “Thank you” and Tan told her where to find the spare key and where the dog’s food was, shortly Helen left and drove home with a head full of unusual thoughts.When Helen got home she felt exhausted and went upstairs and lay on the bed, she thought of what she had seen earlier, she couldn’t shake the image of the women’s cock…it look so delicious. " That's when I realized he had left to go get his friend who was probably in the theater.I did however get to feel his cock grow to it's full length in my mouth again. I soon stopped caring what anybody thought of me because right now I was happy just being a cock sucking slut. I even reached up with one of my hands and started to lightly tickle his balls. I guess he really liked that because he let out a long low moan. He still kept a good hold on my head and worked into a steady rhythm of.