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Horny Housewives : Being a whore of a Manwhore

I was a shy housewife, but my dirty desires to be fucked hard made a good whore.
Wearing dark sunglasses, a knee high blue colored dress and a handbag in my hand, I stepped out of my car. A couple of young guys, who were standing a few feet away from my car, looked at my deep cleavage. I was thirty-seven years old. I had blonde hair, blue eyes, and I managed to have a quite fit body. My breasts were 34D size, and I loved playing with my boobs every time I masturbated.

I was married, but still I had to fuck myself with my toys and fingers. My husband was good at sex, but he couldn’t be there with me all the time. He preferred his business more than fucking my wet cunt. I also had some secret desires, dirty fantasies, which I never shared with anyone, not even with my husband. Last week, when I talked to my friend about my not so happy sexual life, she gave me some advice and the phone number of a man.

I didn’t want to do it. I was shy, and after the marriage, I never had sex with any man other than my husband. However, now things were out of my control, and I had to do this.

Letting those young guys stare at my cleavage for a few more seconds, I headed towards a house and knocked on its door. After a minute, a young man opened the door. The man was so good looking that I just stood there looking into his eyes. He had dirty blonde hair; he was taller than I was, and as he didn’t have a shirt on, I could stare at his fine abs, too.

“Yes, how can I help you?” he said in a polite tone.

“I’m Mrs. Patrick,” I gave my introduction. “I’m here to see James.”

“Oh, Mrs. Patrick, please come in. I’m James,” he said, introducing himself.

I entered into his house, and he checked out my deep cleavage. I smiled, looking down and feeling proud of my boobs.

“Please, have a seat. I’ll get you something to drink,” he said pointing at the couch in the living room, and then headed to the kitchen.

“No, I will just have a glass of water,” I asked for what I really needed at that moment.

“You sure?” he asked, turning back and looking at me.

“Yes.”

My heart was beating fast, and I was feeling very excited to see James. He came back with a glass of water, and handed it to me. After having some water, I put the glass down on the table and looked at him. I kept quiet, as I didn’t know how to start a conversation with him.

“Sorry, I had just came out of the shower when you knocked on the door. I think you came a little early,” he said.

I felt very embarrassed. What would he be thinking? What kind of a horny whore I was?

“So, do you want to talk about something, share anything or should we just head towards the bedroom?” he asked casually.

“I don’t know,” I replied slowly.

“Yeah you told me, you never did this before, right?” he said with a smile. “It’s okay, everyone has a right to be happy and satisfied." He didn’t give me a long lecture and finished his talk. He moved to sit next to me.

I felt a little uncomfortable, but very excited. He put his hand on my thigh. I looked at him, and he came forward to kiss me. I didn’t move or avoid him; I was determined to do this. However, for the first few seconds, I didn’t respond to his kiss. He was a good kisser. I didn’t realize when his hand moved from my thigh to my breast. I slowly started feeling good and comfortable with him. He slowly pushed me back on the couch and moved down to kiss on my neck and cleavage.

“Mrs. Patrick, you have really beautiful boobs,” he said, as his hand slowly pulled down my dress to reveal my nice tits. He grabbed my one boob and started pressing it. For a minute, I felt very weird to have a stranger do things like this to me, but later on things got comfortable. I started enjoying his hands on my body. I got so aroused that I pushed his head down to my boobs. He understood what I wanted, and he started sucking my tits.

“Hmm…” I moaned, but then tried to control myself.

He looked at me and smiled to see that I had started enjoying this. He kissed on both my boobs one more time and then stood up in front of me. His boner was visible through his pants. I again wondered if I should do this or not. James understood what was going on in my mind, so he helped me out. He grabbed my hands and guided me to unhook his pants.

I felt my pussy getting wet and heart beating faster. I slowly pulled down his pants. He was not wearing any underwear. I guessed that, in a hurry to open the door for me, he didn’t get time to find his underwear. I pulled the pants all the way down to his mid thighs, and his nice hard cock popped out. It was not less than eight inches. My friend was right; James had a python in his pants. He had a nice circumcised cock, and the big head of it looked so delicious.

He didn’t need to guide me anymore. My hands slowly moved to grab his cock and feel it in my hands.

“How old are you?” I asked. I didn’t know why, but I just wanted to know it, as I made a grip on his hard cock. James looked quite young and I wanted to know his exact age.

“Twenty-two,” he said with a smile. His smile clearly meant that he was proud on his cock, which was in my hand right now.

“You have a nice cock,” I said, as I slowly stroked his cock.

“Thanks.”

After stroking his cock for a minute, I took the two inches of his cock in my mouth and started sucking it. I didn’t show him my cock sucking skills instantly. I took my time to get comfortable with it.

“Oh, yes." His moans told me that I was doing good.

After a minute, I stopped sucking his cock and stood up. “I think I’m ready,” I said.

“Okay, good,” he said, and stepped back. He again pulled up his pants and headed to his bedroom.

After pulling up my dress to cover my tits, I got up from the couch. I followed him to his bedroom. My heart was still beating faster, but inside I was feeling hungry for his nice dick. His bedroom was big, had a big nice bed to fuck all night, and had a big mirror right in front of the bed. On a table, there were some pictures of nude women.

“Some women like me to take a picture of them, after I fuck them hard,” he answered the question which was raised in my mind. “So what do you want to do? For a day I’m all yours,” he said. “You want to be my mistress, my teacher, my aunt, my friend’s wife… anything you want. Different women have different fantasies.”

“Your whore,” I said.

“What?” he acted as if he didn’t hear me.

“I want to be your whore. My husband doesn’t give me what I want, so I want you to make me your whore and give me what I want.” I needed a lot of courage to say it loud to him.

“Okay.”

“I want it rough. No mercy,” I added.

“As you wish Mrs. Patrick,” he said politely.

“I mean treat me like a piece of shit, a trash whore. I don’t want your respect,” I said, as I started getting in the mood to be his whore.

“I heard you, you big fucking whore. You want my dick. I’m going to give it to you,” James said as he came to me and grabbed my hair. He acted just liked I wanted him to. “You wanna be my whore, huh? First let me tell you that whores should be naked,” he said and took off my dress with in a few seconds. He got me standing in front of him just in my panties.

I felt ashamed, and excited at the same time.

“You okay, right?” he said getting out of his character as my master.

“Yes,” I replied, “Just fucking take me now,” I said, as I couldn’t hold my desires anymore.

He smiled, and then grabbed my hair again. He made me look up into his eyes and then kissed me. He sucked my lips and then pushed me down on my knees.

“Suck me, you bitch,” he said.

I loved the way he talked to me. I quickly grabbed his pants and pulled them down to his knees. His cock was still hard, and now I just wanted to suck it like a true cock hungry slut. I grabbed it, stroked it and then got it in my mouth. This time I took almost five inches of his cock deeper in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if I could deep throat his big cock or not. My husband’s cock was a little less than seven inches, and I did deep throat it many times.

“Fuck my face,” I said looking up at him.

He first looked at me for a minute as if he wanted to confirm if I really wanted it or not.

He grabbed my hair and pushed his cock deeper in my throat. I opened my mouth wide, and let him choke me on his big cock. Holding my head with both his hands, he fucked my face. He still didn’t get as rough as I wanted, but still it was good. My eyes got wet, my lipstick and make up was ruined, and I looked like a beautiful cheap whore.

While he fucked my mouth near his bed, I noticed my reflection in the mirror. Yes, this is how I wanted to see myself, I thought. He fucked my mouth good. His cock was all wet and sloppy. After he was done fucking my mouth, I grabbed his cock. I spat on it and stroked it.

“Fuck, when I talked to you on the phone and saw you first time, a few minute earlier, you looked so shy like a good housewife. Now, I know what a whore you are,” I was so busy in sucking his cock, that I didn’t reply to his words, but it definitely made me hornier.

While sucking his big dick, my hand moved between my legs to touch my wet pussy. I rubbed my wet cunt through my black panties. I got hornier, and it made me suck his cock more. I held his thick shaft, and licked his balls.

“I love your balls,” I said.

“Yeah, lick them you dirty whore,” I smiled hearing his dirty talk.

“I wanna get fucked now,” I told him, as I continued stroking his cock and rubbed my pussy as well.

“Yeah, get up,” he ordered me.

I stood up, and he took me to the bed. He made me lay down on the bed, and he stood there near the edge of the bed; between my legs. He pulled my panties aside and rubbed my wet cunt. He inserted his finger inside my love hole to feel how wet I was. He licked his finger clean, and then put his cock head into my still very tight pussy.

“Ah, yeah,” I moaned. He looked at me, pulled me a little more to the edge of the bed, and then pushed his cock more inside my pussy. “Oh, fuck!” I screamed, as his big dick hit the end of my pussy.

“Yeah, you like that? Your husband doesn’t have a cock that big, huh?” he said.

“No, that’s why I want you. Make me your whore, please,” I said, as his cock fucked my pussy very well.

He pulled out his cock, spat on my pussy and then pushed his dick all the way inside my dripping wet cunt, again. “Fuck, you are still so tight,” he said.

“Fuck me, hard,” I moaned.

I was having a great time with him. I was very comfortable with him, and decided to meet him at least twice a month. He spread my legs wide and fucked me hard for like ten minutes. He leaned over me to suck on my boobs. He still fucked me slowly, but he was more interesting in sucking my tits now.

“Get up, and bend over,” he said.

I stood up, and bent over the bed. I stuck out my ass to him. I was still wearing my panties. Neither I nor he cared to take my panties off. He spanked me.

“Yes, spank me more,” I said, getting dirty.

He did things, which I liked, even before I could tell him to do them. I guessed he knew what I wanted.

“You have such a beautiful nice ass, and it needs to be spanked hard,” he said, as he spanked me again.

“Please, fuck me more,” I moaned, and rubbed my clit.

“Yeah, you want more?” he said, “Look at me, you little whore, and beg me,” he grabbed my hair and made me look at him.

“Yes, please, fuck me more,” I replied.

He loosed my hair, took off my panties, and grabbed my ass. He again penetrated my pussy with his huge cock. I moaned and pushed my ass back on his cock. A few minutes earlier, I was a shy housewife, and now I could beat any dirty whore in the town.

I dropped my head on the bed and gripped the sheets tightly, as I was close to another orgasm. I moaned louder, and James kept fucking me like a dirty slut. He spanked me more, rubbed his fingers on my asshole and reached around to grab my boobs. He did everything to make me feel good.

He made me cum again, and I squirted all over the floor. I dropped on my knees. It was a very hard orgasm, which I had in a very long time. James stopped for a few seconds. His cock pulled out of my pussy, when I dropped on my knees. He grabbed me by my waist, and made me lay down on the bed with my face down. My breathing was very heavy, but James just wanted to make this the best day of my life.

He parted my ass cheeks and spat on my asshole. “Do you like it in your ass?” he whispered.

“Yes. "That’s all I could reply to him while trying to catch my breath.

I was not a big fan of doing anal. Even with my so lovable husband, I did it like once a month. James was making me feel really good, and I instantly decided to let him fuck my ass. I knew it would be a little painful, but I was sure that I would enjoy it. He inserted his finger in my asshole.

“Fuck, you have a very tight ass, Mrs. Patrick,” he said, and forgot that I was not Mrs. Patrick anymore… I was his whore.

“Yeah, fuck it hard,” I replied.

He quickly got a bottle of lube and came back to me. Even though I was ready for some dry rough penetration, with lube it was gonna be better. He again came to me, spread my legs and asked me to spread my ass cheeks. I did as he ordered, and he poured some lube on my tight asshole.

He rubbed some lube on his cock too, and then pushed his cock in my asshole. It was painful, his big cock head slipped inside my asshole, and he waited for me to get a little relaxed. Slowly and gently, he got almost four to five inches of his cock inside my butthole. He started fucking me and soon it started feeling amazing. He pushed his dick deeper and deeper with each stroke. I couldn’t see how much of his cock was inside my ass, but it was feeling fucking good.

“Fuck me, yes, harder…” My moans got louder.

He never stopped spanking me, and called me a dirty whore with each spanking.

“I’m going to cum,” he warned me.

“Cum inside my asshole,” I told him.

He fucked me hard for like one more minute and then collapsed on my back. He filled my ass with his cum.

“Oh, fuck,” I heard him groaning in my ear.

After a minute, he got off me and pulled his cock out of my pussy. I got off the bed and looked at his semi hard cock, some cum was still dripping from his cock. I got on my knees and grabbed his cock. He let me clean his cock with my tongue.

“I hope you enjoyed it, and liked my service, Mrs. Patrick,” he said.

“I loved it,” I said, as I gave one last lick to his cock.

I got up and grabbed my panties. He went to clean himself, while I put on my dress again. I went to the living room and grabbed my handbag. I took out some cash, and waited for James to come out of the bedroom.

A minute later, he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. I handed him some cash, and he counted it like a good manwhore.

“Good?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“When can I see you again?” I asked.

“I have a few meetings next week so may be after that,” he said. “You have my number, right?”

“Yeah, I will call you,” I said.

“Would you play another fantasy next time?” he said following me to the door.

“No, I think I would like to be your whore again, but next time some handcuffs or something like that would be better,” I said, and realized that I was not a shy housewife anymore. I had become a good whore.

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