“Find someone else to satisfy your needs.”
When her husband complains about her constant sexual demands, MILF Lauren Gordon is shocked and hurt – and determined to act on his instructions.
Lauren has never strayed outside the bounds of her marriage, but now that she has permission, she unleashes her voracious libido on her gorgeous girlfriend next door, the UPS delivery man, and anyone else who strikes her fancy.
Her husband called her a slut in order to shame her. Lauren wears the title with pride. When he comes home to find her gang banging her son’s buddies from the college wrestling team, he realizes he’s made a huge mistake. He wants his slutty wife back. But once you’ve freed the genie, you can’t put it back in the bottle.
If you love wild adventures of wanton women, you’ll love The Slut Strikes Back.
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Lauren must have seen Carlos dozens of times over the past three years. Why had she never noticed his vibrant masculinity? Today she couldn’t take her eyes off him. His burly strength took her breath away. Underneath her robe, her nipples knotted and her juices flowed. Should she take the safe route, slipping back into the house and revving up her vibrator? Or should she go for what she really wanted?
Anyone is fair game.
After all, if he wasn’t interested in what she had to offer, he could always refuse.
He’d finished his work and was gathering his equipment. “Carlos!” she called. Pushing her chair away from the table, she loosened the belt on her robe so that it hung half open. “Before you leave, I’ve got something for you.”
“Yes, Señora?” He set down his tools and strode over to her shady spot on the patio, wearing a slightly puzzled expression.
Now that he was closer, she caught a whiff of his musky sweat. The animal scent cranked her arousal even higher. Her pussy clenched as she imagined the size of the cock that might be hidden in those tight jeans.
“Just wanted to check whether we owe you anything,” she said, glancing at his blunt, brown fingers. She saw no sign of a wedding ring, though even if she had, that probably wouldn’t have stopped her.
“No, we’re all square. Señor Brant paid me last time I was here.” His eyes flicked to the generous expanse of skin bared by her open robe, then skittered away.
“Oh, okay. Glad to hear it. You’re so good at your job – we want to be sure you’re happy.” Lauren leaned forward, so that her garment gaped further. Carlos could hardly avoid looking at her generous tits and dark nipples.
“Oh – I’m very happy – what are you doing, Señora?” The Latin hunk’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as Lauren pulled down his zipper in one swift, confident motion. Despite his expression of shock, she found he was already half-hard. He did not resist as she extricated his cock – at least as long and thick as she’d imagined – and stroked it as she might some skittish animal.
“As I said. Making sure you’re happy.” His rod was as toast-brown as the rest of him, smooth and firm, with a droplet or two of pre-cum clinging to the tip. She swirled her tongue over the taut bulb, gathering that delicious moisture. His low moan sang through her, amplifying her need. Without further preamble, she engulfed him, managing a good two-thirds of his tempting rod.
She couldn’t tell whether his cry signaled protest or gratitude. His flesh swelled rapidly as she sucked, suggesting the latter. He was delicious, salty and hot. She ran her tongue up and down the silky skin, savoring the hardness underneath. This was going to feel so, so good buried in her cunt!
Tilting her head and relaxing her throat, she took him all the way to the root. With her nose buried in his kinky pubic hair, she found his scent was much stronger, almost making her swoon. She swallowed around the knob, working her muscles to stimulate him. Then she pulled back, her mouth a tight O around his shaft, and gazed up at him to gauge his reactions.
His eyes were screwed shut. His nostrils flared and his lips parted, his breath coming in little gasps. He threaded his fingers into her hair, but he didn’t grab her head or force his cock down into her mouth, seeming content to let her take the lead.
Delighted with his acquiescence, she deep-throated him again. As she suckled him, he started to thrust, in a slow, steady rhythm that gave her plenty of opportunity to appreciate his length and girth. Experimentally, she raked her teeth lightly across his taut skin. His pelvis jerked and tension rippled along his rod. Sensing he was close to coming, she released him from her mouth. Fully erect, his magnificent cock bobbed in front of her.
Lauren gave it an affectionate squeeze before shrugging off her robe and rising to her feet. “I’d dearly love to taste your cum,” she said, “but right now I want you inside me.” She hiked herself up onto the table and spread her legs, exposing the slick folds of her pussy. “That is, if you want that, too…”
His eyes met hers for one smoldering moment. Then he stepped between her thighs, lined up his cock with her slit, and in one powerful stroke drove it home.
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
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