Heather Brown - Wild housewife

"Come on," I crooned, expertly rubbing his swollen crotch. "Tell me how much you want to see my pussy.

He was a tough one, though. I'd have to take his prick out of his pants to prove once and for all that I meant business.

It was a big one, and slick with funky masculine sweat. The instant I touched it, my fingertips became sticky.

"Feel good?" I asked him as I slowly jacked him off.

Like a puppet he nodded his head.

"Believe me, it would feel even better inside my tight pussy," I promised him. "Now are you ready for my cunt?"

"Yes… yes," he gasped.

"Beg me."

"P-please," he stammered. The word came hard for him. "Please show me your cunt."

"That's better," I savored my triumph. Then I let go of his hard-on, undid my skirt, and let it drop to the oil-stained floor.

The only barrier remaining between his eyes and my twat was my thin panties. Through sheer willpower I had made my pussy leak enough so that the fabric was clinging to my cunt. The wet triangle between my thighs was like an engraved invitation to fuck.

"Why don't you take them off?" I purred. "Roll my panties down my legs. I want to feel your rough fingers against my skin."

His fluttering fingers hooked beneath the elastic waistband and began excitedly tugging downward.

In his anxiousness he didn't know his own strength. The flimsy panty-coth immediately began to rip under the strain. By the time he had stripped me, the fabric was torn to shreds.

Once my pussy was out in the open, I began provocatively flexing it. Tipping my pelvis upward, I flared the labia and sent thick juice streaming down my thighs.

"Touch me," I commanded. "Touch me down there."

His thick fingers automatically plunged into my seeping crevice His touch was rough and greasy.

"Pull the lips apart," I instructed. "Make my clit pop out so you can play with it."

He did as he was told. Looking down, I saw the pink button of my clitoris surge into the open with turgid erectness. He began pressing it like a doorbell and I creamed all over his hand to the wrist.

While he was doing this, I began stroking his hard-on again. It was throbbing with desire, hungering to get inside me.

"I'm wet, aren't I?" I led him on. "Just think how it would feel to stick your cock in that goo all the way up to your balls."

Snorting like an enraged bull, he abandoned all restraint and pushed me backward. Fortunately I landed on a pile of oily rags or I might have broken my back on the cement floor.

"Fuck me," I reiterated from behind the V of my spread legs.

He grappled on top of me, handling his prick like one of his wrenches. Expertly he slipped it in.

Once contact was made, I no longer had to play-act. A woman's cunt was made by Nature to accept a stiff cock with no questions asked, and that's all there is to it.

It's a man's world; all right. But what woman would complain with a hard dick in her cunt.

"Oooooh, that's it, tiger," I moaned as the mechanic inched- his prick up my fuck-hole. "Ram me all the way. To the hilt!"

He grunted and shoved. Mmmmmmm, I could feel his thick tool surging to the maximum. In just a few seconds his hairy balls were pulsing against my tender labia. "Now, move," I whispered sensuously in his ear "Roll your ass the way I'm rolling mine."

My butt whipsawed from side to side, catching his prick like a handle so that I had full control over the movement of his hips. Instead of the old in-and-out, we were going side-to-side. The friction was wonderfully maddening.

Once I had him moving, I increased my demands. "Suck my tits," I urged. "I'll bet your tongue is as rough as sandpaper."

His dirty face plunged against my bosom. The five o'clock shadow on his cheeks and chin pricked against my tender tits like a million tiny needles.

However, as I'd expected, most exciting of all was his tongue It began scraping against one nipple and then the other. Already I was coming in my breasts almost as intensely as I had been doing for some time in my pussy.

"Push my tits together and suck both nipples at the same time," I encouraged him. "Stick them in your mouth and wind your tongue around them like a snake." I let out a shriek of pleasure as my request was honored The mechanic's mouth was hot and funky from chewing tobacco and swigging beer all day long, and I appreciated it. A man is a man because a woman wants him that way.

Down below, the cock in my cunt was blissfully tearing me apart. To make the thrill even more intense, I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles at the small of his back. In this posistion it felt as though the head of his prick was probing within my womb.

"Come in me!" I cried without inhibition "Lube my tight pussy with your great, big grease-gun, Mr. Mechanic!"

To make certain I could get my wish, I slipped a hand between us and slid a wiggling finger up the hairy crack of his butt. His asshole was there waiting for me, just asking to be stuck.

With a gooey squish, I was within his shit-pit. Slanting my thrust downward, I attacked the bump of his prostate.

Then I started gouging his swollen gland for all I was worth.

"Come, you bastard!" I urged him on.

"Uh, uh, uh," was his only reply.

He lurched from my stimulation of his most private gland. More importantly, his prick expanded within my twat.

Hooking my finger, I screeched it out of his ass even more vigorously than I had inserted it. I'd pulled the plug on the son of a bitch. There was nothing left for him to do but come.

Suddenly my cunt was flooded with scalding gruel. Then, when my cavity couldn't hold it all, the onslaught backed up and began pouring out of my slit as rapidly as it had gone in. Immediately my quivering thighs were a sticky mess.

He'd stopped coming now, but my orgasm was still straining for more intensity. I probably could have left things as they were and had my car fixed by tomorrow, but if I did I'd never forgive myself.

If the way of the world was for man to dominate woman, goddamn it, any dude who fucked me was going to have to service me until I was totally and absolutely drained. After all, what other advantage is there in being a woman besides getting all the sex you want.

"Try my ass," I urged. "I want you to fuck me in the ass before I walk out of the garage and you get back to work on my car."

Needless to say, he liked the idea. His cock undoubtedly would have wilted under normal circumstances. Not, however, when presented with the opportunity for some corn-holing. If there is one thing a man enjoys more than pronging a woman's cunt, it's letting her have it in the butt. The hole between the female cheeks is the tightest one possessed by the human race, and there's not a man alive who doesn't know it.

"Here, use this for lubrication," I panted, seizing an actual grease-gun that was nearby and handing it to him. "Pack my ass with sludge and then jam your prick in to the balls on the-first try."

Without hesitation, he took the grimy device and jabbed the spout into my rectum. Then he pulled the trigger and instantly inundated my asshole with a pint of slippery grease.

Then the grease-gun was gone, replaced by his hard-on. Warmed up by my cunt, his prick tore into my asshole like a runaway locomotive.

Normally such a phallic surge would have torn my anus to pieces. However, all the grease in there made the hilted insertion seem even more natural than it had in my cunt.

I wrapped my legs around him again. Pulling him toward me until his belly was pressing against my crotch, I sucked the head of his prick to the shitty depths of my colon.

"Come! Come! Come!" I screamed. "Blast my ass with your jizz!"

This time I didn't have to resort to any tricks to ignite the explosion I desperately craved. The horny mechanic was more ready to erupt the second time than he had been the first.