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Keywords: Jessica, 04, Ch.,

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We started chatting and it seemed that he ate their most evenings. As I said, he had only just moved into the area and was currently residing in a bedsit, which had very few amenities for cooking and cleaning. I fancied him from the first. He was tall and slim, with eyes that seemed to look deep inside me. He had a devilish grin, and a way about him that showed that he was well used to attention from ladies. Over the next two or three weeks we frequented the pub on a regular basis, and on most of these occasions Nick was present. I flirted outrageously, but although Nick joked and flirted back, he made no attempt to progress the situation. One night when in bed, Jed and I had started lovemaking. I asked him what he thought of Nick, and when he said that he seemed nice enough, I said that I thought it might be interesting if we took Nick in as a lodger. The implications never escaped Jed and I felt him harden beneath my touch, and when we made love it was with ferocity and passion that we had not experienced since our first adventures.

So that is how Nick became our lodger. All I needed to do now was to make him my lover. Over the next week I lost no time in progressing the situation. I took to wearing revealing tops and short skirts in order to give Nick a flash when the opportunity arose. I know this had an effect on Nick, but still he made no move. Either he wasn't interested or more likely he wanted me to do the running. This annoyed me somewhat, but it only increased my desire for him. He had this insolent way about him. On one occasion when I was obviously bending lower than need be, displaying my breasts down the low cut top, Nick just looked at me and smiled. His smile was knowing and sarcastic, but it heightened my need for him. I knew he wanted to use me, but the thought of what he would do to me or what he would make me do to him sent a thousand butterflies into my stomach. I decided that this needed positive action.

It was Monday of Nick's second week with us. I had told Jed that to night was going to be the night, as Nick never went out on a Monday evening. I had bathed and called Jed to help me prepare. It is strange how I found this part so erotic, having my husband help me prepare for my lover to be. I lay there as Jed shaved me smooth between my legs, lovingly dusting talcum, before taking each foot in turn, trimming and filing my toenails and applying varnish. He worked like a master painter, using small strokes and blowing them dry, one at a time. His patients was endless and on finishing my feet, began working on my hands. I watched him as he made the finishing touches. His eyes were dark with lust, and the bulge in his trousers showed his desire. I ran my newly painted nails down his groin, enjoying the hardness under their touch. Feeling him flinch as I applied pressure.

"Not yet. Finish getting me ready, and then you get your reward."

He smiled, nodding silently before helping me with my hair and makeup. I looked in the mirror. Jed put the finishing touches to my lipstick, before standing back admiring me. I stood naked examining myself. My pussy looked like a young girls, all shaven and smooth. My skin was pale with a fine dust of talcum covering it. This seemed to accentuate my nipples. They look large and dark.

"Well, what do you think."

Jed's eyes looked me up and down. "Beautiful" he replied."

I bade him to me, and sitting on the edge of the bed unzipped his trousers. His cock sprang out. It was solid and red, the end swelling to unknown proportions. I could have let him take me there and then, but I wanted to save myself for later, and besides I was all clean and didn't want to wash again. I reached out, enjoying the sight of my painted hands circling him. I cupped his balls with my other hand, feeling him shudder.

"This wouldn't take long."

I moved my hand up and down the shaft, squeezing his balls at the same time in a timely rhythm. His hips immediately started to match my motion, thrusting into space. He was close so I decided to give him some verbal encouragement.

"Ok sweetheart, cum for me. Cum for Wendy. Just think about what I am going to do."

His hands reached for my breasts, but I moved back.

"No, not for you. They are ready to be sucked by Nick. Imagine him sucking them."

Imagine he did, and a stream of cum shot forth. I rose, gently kissing him, taking care not to smudge my lipstick.

"Ok, off you go. I will see you later."

I stood there naked for a while, admiring myself in the mirror. Forty-two years of age, and not bad, even if I do say so myself. I was still busy looking at myself when I heard the front door go. I had left Nick's dinner in the kitchen and listened to his footsteps as he strode in there. I slipped on a silky negligée, one of those skimpy numbers that are completely useless for anything except screwing in. I took one last look and made my way downstairs. When I got down there, Nick had moved to the living room and was busy eating his dinner. If he was surprised at my attire it didn't show. He just looked at me, give me a knowing smile and carried on eating.

"I thought I would keep you company. Jed's out."

"Ok, he said."

I sat down opposite him, raising one leg, making sure that my negligee rode up.

"How long will he be gone."

"He won't be back until after nine."

"That gives us time then."

With these words he rose, and carried his now empty plate back to the kitchen. It was going to happen. I stood and made my way to the door, meeting Nick on his return. He pushed me back in to the living room.

"Shall we go upstairs," I asked him.

"No, here."

I moved toward him but he roughly pushed me back.

"Take it off."

The sharpness of his tone made me hesitate.

"Now."

His voice was firm and I shivered at the sound of it, slipped my arms out of the straps and let my garment fall to the ground. He stood, looking me up and down. I became self-conscious and held my arm over my breasts. He smiled, a wicked sort of smile, and quickly removed his clothes. His body was magnificent, and my eyes couldn't help but travel down passed his stomach. My god, he was huge. I had never seen anything so monstrous in my life. It looked brutal, and its brutality set fire to my loins as I imagined what this thing was going to do to me. He strode over to me, taking a handful of my hair and tilting my head back. I flinched with the suddenness of it, and wondered if I had made a mistake.

"It's no good acting coy now, this is what you wanted isn't it."

I remained still. His hand grabbed by breast, squeezing hard, pulling at my nipples until tears come into my eyes.

"Now my little one, take a closer look at what I have to offer you."

He pushed me down onto my knees, and still holding my hair forced his cock into my mouth. I thought I would choke, but he paid no heed and thrust it deep. Taking hold of my head in both hands he moved his cock in and out, using my mouth as a pussy. My eyes were closed as I used all my concentration on his monstrous weapon. He goaded me with his vulgar talk, and despite my misgivings felt strangely thrilled at his wanton power. It was too late now. I was at his mercy and would have to perform anything he wanted of me. He suddenly withdrew, pushing me onto the floor, joining me there, and pinning me down with his body. I could smell his sweat, and his hands were rough as he ran them over me. He had total freedom, and I simpered at his roughness, moving my face towards his, trying to gain his appreciation. Everything he did was without any feeling but for his own pleasure, and I wanted to please, wanted him to use me, for me to be the object of his desire, lust and gratification. He kissed me, and my mouth opened allowing him access. His tongue thrust into me and met mine. He lay between my legs, forcing them open with his. I could feel his hardness pressing on my clit and moved trying to impale myself on him.

"I knew this is what you wanted. Let me hear you beg."

"O please, yes, do it to me."

"Do what, let me here you say it, tell me what a dirty girl you are."

"Yes I am, please now, fuck me, fuck me hard."

He slid into me with one easy movement. I was soaking, but even so I felt him stretch me to the extremes. It felt as if he had filled my whole body and an involuntary groan escaped from me with the sheer pleasure of it. He started to move, slowly in and out. Each push driving the breath from my body only to be replaced with an empty feeling as he withdrew. I could hardly move. I was pinned down by his weight. His mouth closed over mine. His breath was fast and hot. He pressed down crushing my lips under his. His pace quickened, thrusting deeper and deeper inside me. He broke away from the kiss, lifting himself up on his arms and ducking his head to suck and chew on my inflamed nipples. I could feel the orgasm rising inside me. This was not a gentle-loving thing, but something that come from sheer animal passion. His hands were on my shoulders, pulling me down upon him. Impaling me with his manhood. He seemed to expand to new levels and his breathing was in short pants as he pounded into me at an ever-increasing pace. He looked me straight in the eyes. His eyes were smiling.

"Is this what you wanted."

It was, oh it was. I was filled with him. He had used me and I loved it.

"Oh yes, yes now. Fill me with your cum."

His face turned into a grimace. Every ounce of concentration was with this moment. I felt him stiffen as he grabbed my hair, smothering me with his mouth so that I could hardly breath, and sending gush after gush of his seed deep within me. I felt my body arch. It was if I had no control over its movements. My legs kicked and my hips bucked as my orgasm exploded within me.

"Oh yes, that's it. Fuck me. I'm a dirty girl, please fuck me."

His thrusts turned into spasmodic movements, as his desire abated. My breathing calmed, and my head lolled back, my eyes closed.

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Keywords: Jessica, 04, Ch.,