“He liked to help out. Bit like you with what you’ve done so far but with, shall we say, a few touches that were much more humiliating.” Julie ...an her fingers over the tip of his cock. They were quite sticky with wetness from his precum by now. “What were they?” “Things like guiding my cock into his wife if I was going on top or hold it still for her if she was getting on top.” Julie looked up at him and smiled. “He also liked to make sure that Jeff was nice and hard for his wife.” . I could feel my pussy getting wet with every circle. He moved to the other breast and bit it. I moaned. He licked up my neck and shoved his dick towards my body.By this time I wanted it so bad I could feel my pussy throbbing. I pushed him back against the door, turned around and took my pants down my legs, bending over so he could see the view. He must have liked what he saw because he grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him.His dick slid into my tight pussy. It took a couple of thrusts to get. I can write all these erotic stories of us and truthfully, I know that’s all they will ever be. Stories. Dreams. There is no future here. That is my cold reality. We can get a hotel and lose ourselves in the clouds for an hour or two. But then we must leave, falling suicidal to the hard ground.Ground rules for being a mistress sometimes include things like remembering not to leave marks. Trying not to touch you so as not to leave my scent on you. Never wear lipstick. Air freshener in your car. She gasped and spasmed and then she was howling as she thrashed and bucked and twisted. It was like riding a real demon that pushed me away and then yanked me back into her. Her pussy was constantly clenching while I fucked her firmly. She continued to struggle and cling to me as she cocked her legs, “fffuuucccckkkkk!”Several minutes and her eyes rolled up and I buried my cock. I held her under me as I gushed and spewed strong spurts of sperm. She jerked and her pussy kept grasping and.