John & Michelle — Part 1
It was Saturday afternoon. John and Michelle were shopping together to combine two trips. She needed new work clothes, and John needed essentials for a business trip. They went into one of their favourite coffee shops for a coffee and a bite to eat. Sitting next to them was a couple, probably in their early fifties. The lady was pretty hot for her age and wore one of those lovely chiffon blouses that always give a woman a sexy, classic look.
Pleasantries were exchanged, and then each couple returned to their respective conversations. Then, John glanced across again and did a subtle double-take. He had realised that the lady on the other table was not wearing a bra, and he could see her breasts and her nipples, which were big and hard because the air con was on, and it was chilly in the coffee shop. John’s mind started racing as his cock twitched. “Oh, my God,” he thought. “I think this is the first time I have ever seen the breasts of a woman I do not know in public.”
He started feeling really horny and started thinking numerous impure thoughts, primarily about Michelle and this woman together, with him providing the required masculine services needed of him. His cock started to get hard, pressing against his jeans. He was starting to feel really horny at this point, and he made another surreptitious glance, knowing that every time he looked over, he could see her tit flesh. Her tits weren’t that big, but that didn’t matter. He felt like a horny teenager again. He then started thinking about Michelle’s ample D-sized breasts in a chiffon blouse, her nipples grazing the fabric as they got hard.
Michelle touched his arm. “Are you with me?” she said. “You seem in a world of your own”.
“I am,” he replied, glancing at Michelle’s delightful cleavage under her new dress. “I’ll explain later,” he said with a knowing wink.
As they returned to the car, John explained to Michelle exactly why he was daydreaming in the coffee shop. Michelle laughed her dirty laugh and said, “Shit. You should have told me. I would have checked her out!”
Michelle made a mental note to invest in a chiffon blouse at some point to make sure she could get John’s attention. “Wearing it without a bra could be fun”, she thought. “I bet it gets my nipples stiff for him.”
John and Michelle had been living together for about eighteen months, and they had a great sex life, often indulging in each other fantasies to make sure that they satisfied each other. John was an art and music manager for a creative agency, and Michelle was an artist. John had met her when he helped organise an exhibition of her artwork through the agency.
Sunday night came along, and they were dressed in their ‘posh’ stuff for a gathering at an art gallery in town. Michelle had sneakily bought a chiffon blouse at the local charity shop that morning. It had a lovely sixties vibe, and she was VERY pleased with her impromptu purchase. She loved the blouse, and she just knew that it would be a catalyst for fucking John that night, based on his schoolboy voyeurism in the coffee shop. She loved being the one to initiate sex with John. Sure, he often started things off, but she loved making the first move. It got her wet just thinking about it.
John could not take his eyes off Michelle’s ample tits in her chiffon blouse all evening. She had worn an almost transparent bra underneath, and her nipples were more than prominent. Numerous men had checked them out, and she knew exactly what she was doing. She sidled up to John and whispered, “How do my tits look, you dirty bastard? You’ve been ogling me all night”.
John replied, “They look divine. You’re getting a long hard fuck when we get home.”
Michelle kissed him gently on the cheek, whispering to him, “I should fucking hope so. I want your hard cock inside me while you think about the coffee shop lady, you dirty perv!”
This kind of sexual banter was their usual way of teasing each other. She knew it got him hard in public, and at that moment, her panties were already slightly damp, too.
As John and Michelle arrived home, they paused in the doorway. The porch light was on, and Michelle whispered, “Let’s give Mrs. Brody something to gossip about.” Mrs. Brody was the local curtain twitcher who loved to gossip.
She grabbed John’s crotch and began to knead his balls gently. John gasped a little but took her lead, leaning in to kiss her deep and hard. Her eager tongue darted into his mouth, and he responded, biting her bottom lip. Michelle groaned softly. She loved being bitten, and John knew that slight weakness, exploiting it. He pushed her against the front door, his hand sliding up her thigh under her loose summer skirt. He took his time, enjoying her warm, velvety thigh flesh above her stocking tops as she moaned into his mouth.
She pulled away from the deep kiss, whispering hoarsely, “I haven’t got any panties on. I took them off in the ladies’ room.”
“Well, aren’t you the naughty little slut?” John whispered softly in her ear, his hot breath making her gasp. It didn’t just make her gasp, either. Her recently waxed pussy and exposed lips were wet and ready, too.
John grazed her swollen clit gently with a fingertip. Michelle grabbed him and pulled him into her, moaning softly, “Mmmmm, that’s it. Now finger fuck me. I want Mrs. Brody to get jealous.”
John wasted not a second longer. Sliding two fingers into Michelle’s hot and ripe pussy, he made sure they went all the way in, deep, up to the knuckle. He started sliding them in and out, slowly and steadily.
“Oh, baby, that’s so good…” Michelle moaned a little too loudly. She began to grind down on John’s expert fingers, her juices soaking his hand, “… just a bit more, make me cum on your hand… please, please, don’t stop.”
John upped the pace a little, using the palm of his hand and his thumb to gently massage her swollen, sensitive clit. Michelle began to shake and shudder in a soft, slow orgasm. She didn’t shout out but let out a long, satisfied sigh.
John removed his fingers, and Michelle grabbed his hand. She greedily licked his fingers clean of all her pussy juice, looking deep into his eyes, and kissed him passionately, tonguing him hard so that he could taste her juices in her mouth.
“You dirty bastard,” she whispered. “You always know how to make me cum with your hands and fingers. Now get me inside. That was just your starter. I have a main course and dessert ready for you.”
“How delicious,” he quipped back. “I am damn hungry too!” He winked at her as he fumbled for the door key, and they both fell into the hallway.
Michelle still had her fitted jacket on over her chiffon blouse, and keeping eye contact with John, she slowly peeled it off, knowing he could see her stiff nipples pushing hard against her sheer bra and the chiffon fabric.
John became much more wanton now that they were indoors. He dragged her into the lounge and ripped the blouse off, buttons falling to the floor and immediately pulled up Michelle’s sheer bra, biting her nipples firmly but gently, with just enough pressure to make Michelle moan. Again, his hand went up her skirt, immediately finding that her eager cunt was still warm, willing, and wet. Kissing deeply, tongues pushing against each other, John started to tease her clit with his already wet fingers, pulling Michelle down over the sofa, bending her forward, enjoying a quick feel of her ample tits as she leant forward.
John lifted her skirt up over her waist and spread Michelle’s legs open in a perfect pornstar A-shape pose. Michelle’s Jimmy Choo heels assisted the visual, along with a perfect view of her glistening pussy lips and swollen clit. John also eyed her cute tiny butthole. He wanted to savour that, knowing how crazy Michelle got when his hard cock was deep in her arse and his balls were slapping against her cunt. Combined with her shapely legs in flesh-coloured holdup stockings, John knew he could not resist her. He needed to fuck her. Right now.
Earlier that morning, Michelle had deliberately planned everything up to this point in her devious sexual mind. She knew that heels, stockings, and no panties would get John’s cock hard and bring out his darker side. She wanted to be fucked senseless, and better than that, she wanted to be fucked senseless in both holes. Feeling John’s rigid shaft up her tight arse always made her cum like a demon, John always joked.
Michelle stayed motionless over the back of the sofa, getting wetter at the thought of John ogling her hot, moist lips and how driven he would be to fuck her cunt and tight arsehole until she orgasmed so hard, it would suck the hot, sticky load out of his balls, draining him completely. Little did she know that John had other plans for the main course that night.
John undid his belt and jeans and pushed them down quickly, his boxer trunks coming down with them. He kicked off his suede loafers and expertly removed his socks. Standing directly behind Michelle, and without any further hesitation, he slid his rock-hard cock straight into Michelle’s wet, dripping pussy. Michelle cried out in sheer delight, “Oh fuck… that’s it… right there. Fuck it, take it… go on, you bastard… fuck me!”
John wasted no time, grabbing her curvaceous hips and thrusting hard immediately, his balls slapping against her swollen little clit, making her moan loudly and grind back against his hips. They built up a steady, slow rhythm, and the lounge was filled with moans and gasps of passion, punctuated by the slapping of John’s hips against Michelle’s lush derriere, each cheek jiggling softly with each thrust. John loved taking Michelle from behind. His little thing was to watch his hard cock, all shiny with the juice from her wet cunt, slide in and out. He loved it even more when it was sliding in and out of her tight arse, hearing her scream his name in sheer, filthy lust.
John kept pounding against her warm, soft arse, making Michelle’s pussy wetter and hotter, spanking her smooth butt cheeks firmly, making her even hornier. Michelle began to moan deeper and louder as John fucked her harder, pulling at her hips to get deeper into her willing, now dripping pussy.
John paused and leant forward, his hard cock resting in her used cunt, whispering in a deep, urgent voice, “I am going to fuck that tight little arse of yours now, slut. Tell me that you want it”
“Oh, baby. Fuck my tight little arsehole. Fuck it, destroy it, make me cum. I want my tight little hole to cum on your cock… please, please, please… take it, fuck me…” she hoarsely whispered, so wrapped up in her lust, she could hardly talk.
John pulled out his rock-hard shaft, now slick with her pussy juice, glistening in the half-light of the lounge. He slowly and deliberately dragged it up and down her arse crack, teasing, making her demand it even more.
“Hold on tight,” he said as he knelt down between her stocking-clad thighs. Leaning forward, John started to give Michelle give a firm rimming around her arsehole, pushing the tip of his tongue hard against the opening, making it moist, wet, and ready.
Michelle could feel how orgasmic she was becoming, shuddering with delight at John’s expertise. She cried out, “That’s it… get it wet. I want it wet and ready for that luscious cock of yours. I want your hard cock up my arse… don’t stop…”
John stood up and licked two fingers, getting them wet and slick for the next step in the decadent process. He slid them slowly into Michelle’s tight arsehole, expanding the passage to make entry for his stiff dick much easier. Michelle cried out, “You dirty fucking bastard, that’s it! Get those fingers up there… make me cum!”
Michelle started to shudder and buck into a resounding, loud climax, swearing and cussing about how dirty John was, shouting, “I want it! I want that cock up my tight little arse… fuck me, baby, fuck my arse…”
John gently slid out his fingers to a gasp from Michelle. Her tight arsehole was now gaping, ready for cock. John spat on her arse-crack, watching the thick spittle dribble down to the hole as he guided his stiff shaft into her arse, making Michelle scream incoherently. John started by pushing it into her slowly, building up the speed gently, making Michelle go into multiple orgasms; each thrust making her cum over and over.
John could feel his balls tightening, knowing that he would need to cum. Michelle’s tight arse always took him past a point of no return. Sliding his cock out slowly and gently, he turned Michelle around to face him. Her made-up face was now destroyed. Mascara ran down her face, foundation spoilt, and her lipstick was the only thing left intact. That was soon to change.
John gently took her face in his hands and pushed her down slowly, forcing Michelle to her knees. His balls were full, and his stiff cock needed a good, old-fashioned, arse-to-mouth clean. Michelle looked up as if she was worshipping in church and gently licked the exposed tip of John’s shaft, making him shiver slightly with pleasure.
“Right, slut. I want my cock serviced by you. I want to cum all over those delicious D-cup tits of yours, but YOU are going to do the work, you filthy bitch…” John ordered. Michelle smiled mischievously and started to tease John’s ball sack with one hand and work his shaft with the other, licking the tip of his cock regularly with her expert, eager tongue. Michelle’s eyes gaze up at John’s face, and he smiles devilishly.
“Mmmmm, that’s it, my little slut. Take it all the way down to my balls”, he whispered. Michelle obliged willingly, expertly taking in his whole length, gagging slightly, with knowing eyes. She knew that John was on the verge of orgasm. She quickly started to lick and suck his balls, sliding her tongue up and down his hard cock, making John groan so loudly he wondered if the neighbours were enjoying the show.
Dragging her knees and laddering her stockings, she pushed John back against the wall, and he held her head gently, face-fucking Michelle’s eager mouth, sliding her mouth up and down the length of his shaft. Michelle started to moan as she started to play with her wet, swollen clit, and her used pussy lips. The vibration of the moans on his cock gave John a frisson of lust and desire, moaning, “That’s it, slut. Let me fuck that beautiful mouth until I want to cum… don’t let me stop…”
Keeping her eyes fixed on John’s, Michelle pulled a naughty trick of hers. She reached around behind John’s balls and started to tease his perineum, that little space between his balls and his arsehole, tickling with just one manicured fingernail.
Michelle now knew that she had John under her control. She was now the devious slut with the upper hand. Still teasing John’s perineum, she positioned her ample tits just under John’s now pulsing dick.
John lost all control and grabbed his rigid shaft, wanking it solidly, shooting his load all over Michelle’s ample breasts and cleavage, hot cum shining and dripping in between them, down to her curvy belly. John groaned so loudly that Michelle exclaimed, “Sssshhhh… the neighbours might call the cops!”
John, with deflating cock in his hand, looked down and watched Michelle rub his hot juices into her soft tit-flesh as she smiled that knowing smile, knowing that she could make him cum whenever she wanted him to with her naughty little fingernail trick…
“Mmmmm, sir. Your hot, sticky cum is deliciously warm,” she commented, looking deep into John’s eyes. “I do hope you are ready for your dessert…”
As John’s eyes widened, Michelle grinned at him wickedly.
LEG — 12th July 2024
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