‘Would you fuck me, Carl?’ Her eyes gleamed with what I can only assume was a sudden burst of sexual arousal. The lonely, wistful look had gone, r...placed completely by a feral, desperate expression of desire. ‘Aunt Hazel,’ I gasped, shocked by her use of profanity. Swearing wasn’t my aunt’s usual style. ‘Oh, God,’ Hazel interrupted, ‘I want a man to love me. I want a man between my legs, one with a lovely hard dick that splits me open and fills me up. I want to feel a lovely cock inside me, a. After another dozen such failures, the repetitive task became easier and she flicked through the images at an increasingly rapid rate. Two thirds of the way through the task, she stopped abruptly and stared intently at the face on the screen. The likeness was uncanny. She retrieved more information.The man's name was Karl Savage and he'd lived in the area for less than a year. He had a wife and two children. She brought up a picture of the man's wife and froze in shock. Whilst the hair. Ah...you’re...ah!...going to...unh!..swallow it! AHHHHHHH!”As he continued thrusting, Diana felt, and then tasted, his semen as it spurted onto her tongue and against the back of her throat; it was hot, salty and somewhat bitter. She didn’t care. Oh god, he was shooting his cum into her mouth! And she was swallowing it! She fought her own orgasm just long enough to make sure she got every drop, then threw her head back, her mouth wide and gasping, as the convulsions shook her from her hips. And she controls my orgasm. I can do nothing except obey her. It’s what I want. And what she loves.I wash her hair and body in the shower. Then I lie naked on the bed, watching her. She doesn’t look at me. It’s like I don’t exist anymore. She dries her hair and then chooses a short, red backless dress with a plunging neckline in which she looks stunning. There's no way she can wear a bra with it and anyway, doesn’t want to. No man will be able to resist her, and she knows it.She pulls on her.