1. The Devil's Pact Side-Story: Tiffany Wants a Nooner


    Date: 10/13/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Cum Swallowing, Group Sex, Straight Sex, Teen, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Teen, Wife / MILF, Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com

    horniness was forgotten as I fantasized about watching my son or daughter actually grow up. Then the lust came crashing back and I squirmed, pressing my thighs together. I needed to cum so bad! I thought about running a bath, pouring a glass of wine, and having a nice, leisurely masturbation. I even walked upstairs and stared at the bathtub. I just didn't want to masturbate. I wanted to get fucked. By Sean. Only one problem—he was at work. Then a thought occurred to me; I could go see him just like that one time many years ago. I smiled fondly, remembering when we were first married, before Shannon was born. I had the day off, and I surprised Sean at work during his lunch period. We had a nooner right there in his classroom. It was wildly exciting. You could hear the students outside the door, walking through the hallways as I was bent over his desk with my skirt hiked up and my panties bunched around my ankles, getting pounded by Sean. We both came so hard that afternoon. We never had another nooner; it was just too risky. Sean was just starting out his career, and neither of us wanted him to lose his job. But now things were different. Mark and Mary had changed things. I glanced at my watch; if I left right now, I could make it in time for his lunch, and I could scratch the itch in my panties with a nice nooner with my hubby. 28 and 29 were my bodyguards for the day. Mary insisted that everyone have a guard just in case. Both were beautiful, young women, and I admired ...
    their slutty cop outfits that showed off their gorgeous, long legs and nearly exposed most of their tits. I didn't feel like driving, so I just climbed into the passenger seat of 29's squad car while 28 climbed into the back. 29 sped the entire way to Parkland, sirens blaring; there were some nice perks to having your very own police bodyguards. We got off the freeway at Steele Street, drove about a mile-and-a-half and reached Washington High School. Students barely gave me any looks as I marched through the halls escorted by two sluttily-dressed cops. They must be used to seeing the bodyguards since a pair each escorted Sean, Missy, and Damien at school. Dawn and Mrs. Corra didn't have guards yet; there just weren't enough of them to protect the sex slaves. Sean's classroom was on the first floor, and two bodyguards stood at attention, flanking the door. “Sorry, ma'am, no-one's allowed in,” 41 said as we approached. I arched an eyebrow at the voluptuous woman. “I'm his wife.” She flushed. “He said no-one is allowed in.” “What, is he fucking a student?” I asked jokingly, then I saw their embarrassed expressions. “Seriously?” “Uhh, yes, ma'am.” “Out of the way,” I ordered. “Or do I need to talk to my daughter.” 41 hesitated, glancing at her partner, who shrugged. “Okay, ma'am.” I pushed open the door, and I heard the slap of flesh and the giggly moan of a young woman. “Umm, I like it when you do that, Mr. Sullivan.” “Well, Miss Jones, how about when I do this?” I wasn't sure what ...
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