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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Lots of people have written and asked if anything else happened after I told about my affair with the young Indian guy. Well, lots of things happened and this is one of them.
We had a lot of fun together and after we'd got to know each other and I was sure I could trust him I told him I wanted to act out one of my fantasies. It was one I thought about a lot and it always got me really hot but I'd never had the chance to really do it and I knew my husband wouldn't approve. Anyway it would be so much hotter if I did it with a secret lover. So we decided we were going to do it and I told him what to do, where to be, even how I wanted him to talk to me.
One night I was in bed when my mobile bleeped and there was a text from him that said, 'I want an English whore to have now'. I texted back to say 'At your service, sir'. He texted, 'Be there in an hour'.
I got up. I put on a pair of very brief red lacy panties, a matching bra, and red stockings with a suspender belt. I put a thick coat on over it all and took a pair of red high-heeled shoes and a handbag. I brushed my hair and put some eye make-up and red lipstick on. I went out of the house, got in the car, and drove a little way to an area of empty houses that were waiting to be demolished. It was about 2.00 in the morning and no-one was around. I changed into the high heels and waited.
Soon I saw someone coming. When I was sure it was him I got out of the car and started to walk towards him. I was already shaking. My fantasy was to be a prostitute and have a man use me for sex. When we were face to face, I said, "You ordered a girl, sir?" "Yes," he said, "one who'll do what she's told." I said, "I'll do anything you order me to, sir." I could see he already had an erection and I couldn't wait to have him use it on me.
He took me by the arm and led me to a little side alley. There was a street lamp not far away so we were half in light and half in shadow. The streets round there were very dirty and it looked like a place where someone would go for quick sex.
"Open your coat," he ordered. I did as I was told, and he looked at me all over. My nipples were showing through the bra and my panties were already wet. "Take it off. Kneel down in front of me." He was standing with his back to the wall. I slipped my coat off and knelt on it. "Open my jeans and take my prick out." I'd done this many times before but my hands were shaking with excitement. I undid his belt, unfastened the jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down over his hips. Oh my god, he wasn't wearing any pants... I can't tell you how that made me feel... just the rough denim on his brown skin, and the way his cock sprang out, long and hard and dark. I took it in my hands and began to stroke it. He put his hands on my head and forced it down until his cock rubbed over my face. "Put it in your mouth, whore. I'm gonna fuck your mouth."
I pulled his foreskin right back to show the gleaming head of his penis and then I opened my mouth and began to eat it. He tasted of a young man's sex and salt. My mouth was watering. He started to move his hips as if he were fucking me and pushed himself further and further in. He wound his fingers in my hair so he was in complete control of me. I couldn't do anything except what he wanted. I could feel the night air on my skin, I was almost naked, dressed like a common prostitute, kneeling on a dirty pavement sucking a man's cock, a man who wasn't my husband. It was one of the most thrilling moments of my life. I wondered if anyone would come by and see us. I took almost the whole length of him in and it was at the back of my throat. He pulled on my hair to move my head the way he wanted and he was talking to me, saying things like, "You're a whore, a slut, you're my white bitch". I couldn't say anything but i moaned to let him know how hot he was making me. I was desperate for him to penetrate me but he just went on and on in my mouth and soon I could feel him getting close to his climax. His body went stiffer, he moved faster and faster, he shouted bad words at me, and then all of a sudden it was all spurting out of him into my mouth, more and more and more of it, so much I couldn't hold it all. He leaned back against the wall gasping, and ordered me to stand up. "Open your mouth, girl," he said. "Show me." I opened my mouth. I'd already swallowed some of it but there was plenty left and it all started to run down my chin. I looked down. He was still hard. He hadn't finished with me yet. "Now I'm going to have you properly," he said. "You can have me any way you want me, sir," I told him. He made me stand with my legs wide apart, bend over, and put my hands against the wall. He unfastened my bra and I let it fall to the pavement so that my breasts hung down, and he just pulled my panties to one side. i could feel myself so hot and swollen and I was desperate for him. "Do you want it, slut?" he asked me "Do you want it right inside?" "Oh please, please, please," I moaned, "Please do it, do it all to me." And at last I got what I was so desperate for - his cock touched the lips of my sex, rubbed over them a few times, and then plunged into me so suddenly that I cried out. In that position he could get really deep and it filled me right up. He put his arms round me and held my breasts in both his hands and then started to fuck me hard, in and out, and every time he went in I felt his hips and the hair above his cock pressed into my bum. He really worked it in and out, and round and round, and squeezed my breasts and nipples, and it felt like heaven to me. I was aware of my panties pulled tight and the stockings, and how my heels helped me to stick my bum out for him. He was talking to me again - "This is what you like, isn't it? You hot English bitch, you whore." "Oh god yes," I told him, "Do it, do it harder, fuck me harder..." And he did it harder, and faster, until he moaned and jerked and I knew he was cumming inside me.
After he pulled out I felt it running down my legs, but he turned me around and pulled me to him and started to kiss me deeply and passionately. I ripped open his shirt and pressed my breasts against his skin and we kissed madly like that for a while. But of course he hadn't satisfied me yet. "Please, sir," I said, "Please fuck me again."
Teenagers are amazing. My husband would have been dead after all that but my lovely Indian boy just pushed me back against the wall, facing him this time, and pushed his hips in between my thighs. I opened them for him and then his cock, still hard (wow!!!) was penetrating me again and he was moving it slowly, gently, sensually inside me, and rubbing his hair against my clit, just the way I'd taught him to. The dark night, the cool air over my skin, the stockings up to my thighs, the rough brick against my bare back, and this gorgeous dark-skinned 18 year old man between my legs... I'd never had sex like it. It didn't take long for me to start to cum, but it seemed to go on and on, melting and melting all through me, while he whispered to me, "My darling whore, my sweet lovely sex bitch, my English tart, my bit of white pussy..." and on and on and I was crying and biting his shoulder and digging my nails into his bare back and my body felt like it was having one electric shock after another. Just as I thought I was about to fall to the ground I felt him shudder again and his cock go into little spasms and I knew he'd put some more into me.
After, I leaned back on the wall for support, gasping, and he stood looking at me. My panties were back in place but they were never going to hold all that cum in and some of it was leaking out and running down my thighs onto the stockings. "You're a beautiful whore," he told me. "If your husband could see you..." "Only for you, darling," I told him. "For you, any time."
He made me kneel again to pull his jeans back up and I kissed and licked his cock clean while I was down there. It tasted of me. He picked up my coat and helped me into it. I didn't bother putting the bra back on - I just stuffed it in a pocket. I drove him back to near where he lived and let him out of the car where no-one would see us. "Again, soon, please," I told him. Then I went home and slept for hours. When I woke, I was still sticky from him. I texted him to tell him.
jaye_b78@hotmail.co.uk
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