Get down on your knees, granny. There are cocks that need servicing, guys that need relief. All the women have to play their part. So get down on your knees.
Get down on your knees, granny. There are cocks that need servicing, guys that need relief. All the women have to play their part. So get down on your knees.
Yyyyeeeesssssssss!!!!!
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I told her matter-of-factly over breakfast one morning that I was going to organise another encounter for her. That it was someone who'd admired her for a long time and that she would need to provide him with whatever services he required. I didn't need to remind her of her promise - she just nodded meekly, as her face flushed pink.
But I decided to make things a bit more interesting. I set up a meeting between the two of them - and me - to happen in advance of the sex. A hotel room was booked and we all met there. I got her to make a really effort to look good - and to dress in a way that showed off her greatest assets: my friend's eyes almost popped out when he walked in a saw her. I said I thought we all ought to 'get to know each other' so their followed half an hour of fantastically awkward conversation, given that they both knew what the agreement was.
She was partly excited, partly embarassed and shy. And of course she was sitting there looking incredible ... It was pretty obvious he had a hard-on, but so - come to that - did I.
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I moved quickly to capitalise on the success of that project. It was important to keep the momentum going, create a sense of direction. I knew she’d been excited by it. “We’re going to carry on, but take it to the next level”, I told her. “What does that mean” She replied, nervously, “oh my God … what is … the next level?”
The next level involved me renting an apartment in a local seaside resort. Close to home but just far enough away for us not to know anyone, and for no-one to know us. I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say the word got around that the sexy woman with big tits was giving free hand jobs. You rang this mobile number and were given a time. Twenty minute slots. She did four guys on the first night, then nine, then twelve. At the end of that week, on our final day, she jerked off twenty-three guys.
The men of that town just went mad for her. As she was seeing to the last one I had to go out to deal with the line of disappointed guys. I told them - it was true - that her arm was aching and she just had to have a rest. But I gave them all a photo and told them all to keep in touch. There would, I assured them, be more ‘events’ and they would all have a chance to participate.
And I hinted that these events might feature an expanded menu.
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It was something she had always refused to do.
But he was just too strong for her.
Is that Connie McCoy? She's fantastic! I'd love an entire thread devoted to her.
https://www.facialforum.net/attachme...2&d=1684562434
There's just something about an experienced woman on her knees with a cock in her mouth...![]()
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Finally the day came. She was nervous all day but I could tell she was excited. I gave her a final talk, reminding her she had made a promise to do whatever I commanded, and my command was that she had sex with this man. More than that, it should be the best sex he had ever had,sex he would never forget. Could she do that? She said she'd try.
She asked what she should wear. I thought a moment, then told her a bathrobe. Wear a loose bathrobe when you meet him at the door so there's no doubt what the deal is.
The deal is he's going to get you - all of you. And for free. I want him to know that from the moment he arrives.
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I was on a roll now. Couldn't stop. Literally as soon as we got home I got in touch with another of her local 'fan club' and said did he still want to have sex with my wife? Precisely half an hour later he was at our door.
I invited him in, introduced him to my confused wife- who knew nothing about it - then announced: "He's here to have sex with you. Go and get yourself ready. And this guy gets the whole works. Not just a handjob. Put on a good show, because I'm coming in to watch".
She was initially a bit freaked out by my presence, putting her hands over her eyes as if to say she wished she was somewhere else. But then his hands were on her body and instinct took over. Watching her on the tv monitors was good, but being in the room was even better. I didn't speak a word to her while they were doing it, but I did talk to him. We talked about her body, about her performance and technique. All while she was getting on with the job. I asked him if she was doing it right? Was he getting what he needed? I told him to take control, that she would obey his commands. Didn't speak to her, did it all through him. He and I were equals after all, whereas she was ... my property. I never used to think of her like that, but ... wasn't it true? I owned her. She did everything I wanted, when I wanted, the way I wanted. She was my property.
But what a show. She was horny as hell after a week of seeing to all those strangers' cocks but not getting anything in return! She let him ride her, she rode him and all with a wild, desperate energy. Wow!
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A date and time was fixed for the encounter between the two. I was elated. She had had sex with the boy but it had emerged out of something that 'just happened' between them. A gave it the green light ... but didn't really see myself as the person that had set it up.
This was different. She had agreed to have sex with someone I had chosen, and it was clear that she regarded her sex life as under my control. Everything was set, and I was incredibly excited about the new era we were entering.
We all stood up, and the two of them shook hands. I loved the contrast between that polite formality and what they would soon be doing to each other! But then I had a thought. "Hey", I said to him "would you like a little taste of what's on offer? Just to whet your appetite? Go on then - you can feel her tits. It's ok - go ahead. Just to get you in the mood for next week".
And one thing was for sure at the end of that. He was in the mood, all right. He was definitely in the mood.
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