Horny Housewife Fucked Hard

He wasn’t the best looking bloke I had ever seen but his coyness & delicate shyness turned me on & he was kind of cute in a juvenile way! Ok he had only come to fit the shower probably his first job unsupervised & perhaps his plumbing skills could have been better. But this meek young lad barely out of school was a prize to behold. I mean nicely so. He was polite his mother had clearly taught him good manners. He watched his Ps & Qs & so did I. Though I hoped beneath the nice boy lurked a man.

He was slow too really methodical with is work. Every thing he did was checked & rechecked. Mostly he wasnt aware I was watching him & I did some odd stuff just to catch a glimpse. Sorted laundry in the adjacent room rearranged the airing cupboard cleaned the paintwork all these mindless chores gave me a few minutes to watch him to loose myself to imagine his firmness while all the time I got hotter & wetter. Me at my age – peeping through the door to catch the sight of this delightful young man & my children at school! What a sight he was though & such vivid images just drove me crazy. I was like a crazy horny teenager though I liked the way this subtle voyeurism made me feel.

As he bent down to rummage in his tool box I could see the definition in the muscles in his back & arms. I could tell though that his thighs were firm & likely strong enough to fuck me standing up for the longest of times. What a horny thought that was. I was fed up with unsatisfactory sex. And while I wasn’t averse to seeking out satisfaction elsewhere if the opportunity arose I rarely did. Instead I had learned to rely upon my imagination my touch & my dildo. Okay so I can touch myself to orgasm better than almost anyone but the cold plastic dildo did little to satisfy my need for warm firm cock inside of me.Thats what woke me in the small hours on a regular basis in a total frenzy.

He cleaned up after himself & as I sat on my bed peeping through the door even watching him wash his hands moistened my already soaking pussy. Sitting sideway on my bed looking at him my hands caressed my breasts. He couldn’t see me. As he did his work my imagination reeked havoc & as temptation got the better of me I allowed my hand to pull my pants aside slipping my finger gently along my pulsating lips tracing a gentle line up & allowing my finger to rest easily on my swollen clitoris. I didnt even have to move it the throbbing intensified my finger still on the delicious swelling. I could feel the juice begin to drip down onto my ass.

My finger began to move making gentle vertical small strokes so lightly over my clitoris. Teasing myself feeling the swelling increase – I was becoming more & more excited until I pulled my pants off lay back a little opened my lips & began to stroke myself more frenetically. He worked moving across the bathroom to get his tools. I knew it was only a matter of time before he caught a glimpse. Then it happened. He blushed fumbled with his work & tried to carry on but I knew that by now he would be hard. Watching him trying not to watch me while I worked myself what a trip that was. But he was stubborn & even when I began to whimper he ignored me.

I opened my legs wider exposing the shiny wetness of my pussy my fingers plunged deep inside of me. I called him he mumbled something quietly & carried on. But I could see that his resolve to avoid watching me was beginning to weaken. He took more & more glances each time lingering for a while longer. Time to be assertive I thought! I called out to him & told him to take out his cock. He hesitated but only momentarily. Now you do it I ordered. He stood in the doorway though creeping further towards my room his hard cock in his hand & began to wank. His technique looked good to me. Clearly he had had a lot of practice.

The lad blushed though there was little coy about his hard on. So I fingered my cunt deep while playing with my clitoris & he by this time had edged to my bedroom doorway wanking in long steady strokes. The waves were sweeping over me my cunt was red open wet & ready. My orgasm hovered. Without speaking I stood up from the bed stood with my face to the wardrobe – my hands behind my back back arched legs slightly apart & all the time wondering if he would get what I wanted. It seemed like the longest time & determined not to say a word I held my nerve.

I heard as he moved toward me the anticipation drove me to fever pitch. He knelt down I could feel his breath on my cunt. He didn’t touch the boy was taking a look. Keeping my eyes closed – my hands crossed behind my back my face to the wardrobe – I knew he would deliver.

He took hold of my wrists with one hand his other hand over my month & his hard cock found its way in without help. Funny how such a coy lad turned transformed into an animal. He pounded deep into me. I had nowhere to go no scope to move except into the hard surface I leaned against. He held my hands together a bit too rough his big hands partially covered my nose I gasped for air. He wasnt so considerate then. He thrust with his entire body almost lifting me off the ground. His grunting turned to words.

You fucking dirty bitch……….filthy woman….teasing me like that……what do you expect. My cunt was full of his hardness my body hurt & this beautiful boy fucked & fucked. No respite……….relentless I screamed struggled to free myself – not a chance. That lad fucked me like that for half an hour. As his orgasm gathered pace he grunted pulled his cock out turned me round & pushed me to the floor. The spunk spurted from his cock all over my face so much of it. His face contorted as his warm come dripped over me. With one last look of contempt he pulled his trousers up pushed me back & left. My wrists bruised my face sore my cunt swollen I lay on the floor in a spent heap. The silly boy would never realise that I had gotten exactly what I wanted.

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