Here I share with you my collection of erotic stories in my keeps. Also can be found at
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The contents is 100℅ not from me, just added some local flavours to enhance the story..
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Did I know it was wrong? Of course I did.
But I justified to myself like this…
‘Would I like someone fucking my wife?’
‘No way!’
But right now I am not married. And I was just fucking. She was just another client. She was the one with a partner so it was her who was cheating not me.
Ella was 28, A soft soul to mostly and She lived the highlife her city banker husband provided.
They ate out most nights and the highlight of Ella’s day was getting ready to go out a shopping trip or workout. Sometime she hung with the social set. That’s where she got my details from.
My name is Richard. I’m 44, fit and handy with my tools, if you know what I mean.
In theory I work as a handyman but really I have never fixed a thing except a customer’s yearning for a good fucking. I’m a woman’s entertainment. Where she can get what she needs and walk away clean. Well mostly.
I have met ‘the set’ as I call them, often. It seems that I am a rite of passage. Many times I have seen them together at lunch or dinner. Then I get call a booking me for a few hours of enjoyment.
Each one is different. Some want conversation; some bury my face in their pussy. Mostly they all have needs their husbands either can’t or just won’t scratch. And that’s where I come in.
Ella was beautiful. As I said, a soft soul to most. Except me. To me she was as nasty as the ladies from Sodom and Gomorrah. She took all I could give and always begged for more.
On this occasion she called and arranged for me to be at her place at 11am. Most have me there between 11 and 2.30pm after their partners leave and before school pick up.
I walked to the door with my tool belt around my hips. I rang the doorbell and Ella answered wearing a black flowing short dress. I knew what she needed me to fix.
As I walked in she closed the big door behind me.
Her place was beautiful – a marble staircase swooped around lined with original paintings and family photographs and leading up to heaven. To the left through an archway was a huge home cinema. Comforts included massive leather sofas, a large entertainment unit stacked with games, massive stereo with surround-sound and a flat screen TV that took up half a wall.
All of this at her disposal… and Ella was still unhappy.
Her husband put her on a pedestal and made soft, tender love to her nightly. But none of it was what she craved and needed. She loves her man with all her heart and would never leave him or want to hurt him in any way. She just needs, craves, to be taken and enjoyed, thrashed and used like a good woman should be.
As soon as I walked in I grabbed her and pushed her into the door, as it slammed shut. Lifting her up off the floor I shoved my hand up her dress and ripped away her tiny G-string. Ella partly resisted so I dropped her, grabbed her dress and ripped it off over her head tossing it to the floor.
Naked she was incredible - I was going to enjoy this.
Her nipples were as hard as rocks stook staring at me, begging to be touched. I unzipped my shorts and un-buckled my tool belt letting both drop down to my ankles.
‘Suck it bitch.’ I demanded.
She fell to her knees and grabbed my cock in her hands pulling it and shoving it in her full-lipped mouth. She sucked on it as if it would be the last cock she would ever suck with an enjoyment I have not experienced before or ever since.
My cock looked amazing disappearing into her chocolate coloured skin. She rubber my now hard cock all over her face and sucked it back into her mouth again.
‘What about my balls? Don’t leave them lonely. I shaved them just for you.’
In truth I keep them that way. She didn’t need to know. Her hungry mouth left my cock and went straight under my groin as I parted my legs wide. She sucked my balls into her mouth, her spare hand still pulling my cock. I was amazed at how eager she was.
I picked her up and carried her to the leather sofa and threw her on it.
‘On your knees.’ I demanded.
She looked unsure so I grabbed her, turned her around, hung her arms over the edge and pulled her hips back exposing her ready for me. Her pussy glistened and as a flower does each morning opening ready to receive the sunlight. She was ready to receive my cock. I rubbed her hole.
‘Do you like this you dirty whore? Like your cunt being played with you fucking bitch?’
‘Yes stick them in. Abuse it please!’ she said with a voice full of wanton lust. ‘Finger that dirty cunt hole.’
I shoved three fingers straight inside, finger fucking her doggie style. She moaned and I relentlessly scraped and pounded her inner walls with my finger until her cunt swelled, clenched and squeezed tight and her pleasure tipped her over until she came. And cum hard she did.
‘More! More! Fuck it, shove it in! Fuuuccckkk my cunt!’
Her dirty talk made me want to rip her even more apart so I shoved another finger inside her. My four fingers worked in and out rubbing her G-spot until the moisture dripping out of her hole collected on the lounge. She came again trying to hold it in to no avail.
‘You are so fucking dirty. Use that cunt use it good.’ she wailed as her body trembled. Her knees went weak as her orgasm subsided.
‘You said you have toys where are they?’ I asked.
‘In my room away from prying eyes.’ she said.
‘Well let’s get them.’ I said. She started to stand and walk off. I stopped her.
‘Well did you cum and make a mess? She looked down at the lounge.
‘Yes I did.’ Ella said her eyes cast down.
‘Well clean it up.’
She looked around for a cloth.
‘No lick it up. You made it you clean it.’
She walked back to the lounge and kneeled, her tongue lapped at the sweet nectar she had provided. Her arse poked in the air as she cleaned up her mess. When she finished she turned,
‘Thank you.’ she said with a smile.
That’s a good girl now my fingers.’
She opened her mouth wide I stuck two in at a time feeling the whole of her mouth, my fingers running along the inner cheeks and tongue. She sucked them hard her eyes lost in lust. Until one by one they were cleaned,
‘Let’s get those toys.’ I said.
She stood and turned dressed only in her high heels and headed up the stairs. After a couple of steps I slid my hand back into her crutch sliding straight into her already wet love patch. I fingered her until she came between their photo and a waterlily painting. She moaned hard as her body trembled.
‘Well up you go. Don’t stop crawl up the stairs’ I said. She did with every third step my fingers disappearing back inside her. She came three more times before we got to the top landing.
I rolled her over so she was lying on the cream shag pile spread wide. Her small, firm breasts looked fabulous, her nipples still yearning for action. She looked a treat that no man could ever resist, so I didn't. My cock was still hard and I needed some ebony to quell my desire.
I threw my shirt off and crawled over to her kissing and sucking her mouth, neck and chest. I spent time on her nipples rolling them in my mouth as my arm rested between her legs, which allowed her to rock and rub her cunt hole and clit against it.
My other hand rubbed her other nipple keeping it ready and hard waiting for its turn to be enjoyed. I bit a little harder and Ella moaned
‘Yes that’s it - harder. Bite it.’
The harder I bit, the more fiercely she rubbed her pussy on my arm. I moved from nipple to nipple my cock pointing at the thing I desired most. Ella.
My fingers now worked her nipples. She moaned loud.
‘Yes do it!’
The rougher I was the more she loved it.
‘More! More! More! Give me more!’
I started to suck her nipples again as my hand smacked her pussy. Soft at first then heating up with the motion of her moans.
‘Yes smack me! Smack that dirty hole. Smack it!’