The Adventures of Isabelle an Upper Class Slut

[Newstart]

"Oh my God...Carlos.. you devil...!!!”

I’m almost drowning as she cums.
I could feel her building up to it, those little tremors in her belly, the tensing of her thighs as if trying to delay the moment, the way she clenched her ass as I forced my tongue into her asshole.
I knew she was about to cum but boy, did she deliver, like a dam bursting, so much that I was swallowing her nectar as fast as I could and yet it was still running all over may face and onto the bed.

And then then that final lick of her clit, so sensitive now that she lifted away but that only served to push her head further onto my cock so that she’s got all of me and I’m ready.
A couple of thrusts with my hips and I unload, jet after jet, filling her throat and mouth until at last I’m spent.

We lie there, my face buried in her pussy and my cock in her throat, savouring what we’ve just done.
One way and other, it’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman so I knew I had a good load to deliver but by the way Mrs Anderson gushed all over me it must have been even longer for her and I doubt that she gets any from her husband.

I pull her up the bed, her breasts pressed against me, and kiss her.
It’s one of the best things, sharing each other’s cum in a deep kiss and we’ve got plenty to share and I slip my fingers between her cheeks and touch her rosebud so she’ll be in no doubt what I want to do to her later in the week.
The thought of her bent over the back of the small sofa she pushed me onto, her ass on display, ready for me to slip my length into her back door has me firming up again and I’d happily go a second round with her but time is moving on and I’m aware that I have to collect her husband from the Country Club at 6.30.

I look at her and smile.
“Well, if that’s what moving your lingerie dresser does, perhaps we should do it more often. After all, with Mr Anderson away all week on business, there’s enough time for us to arrange all the furniture in the house and I think we’ll have to try the furniture in different places to see what’s best, don’t you?”

 

[angelique127]

I slowly regain my composure coming down after a wonderful high and afterglow ! I cant remember me ever having an orgasm like that before, and I cant help but wonder how many timmes I would creamed all over my chauffuers cock if I had the chance ! Maybe in the very near future...Carlos was saying something about moving the furniture tomorrow or all next week and I slipped back into reality...

" Yes, perhaps ...I think I may give Dolores a few days off that she has been requesting. I don't think I will need her services. " I said returning to my role as the lady of the house and hoping he would get the hint. " If you will excuse me, I must get a shower before dinner. " I didn't bother to mention the dried cum on my face and in my hair that I didn't want my husband to notice ! While I showered I played with my cunt again, unable to help it, thinking about what might happen tomorrow when I was alone with my handsome chauffuer ! Oh to think of all the possibilities ! For the last several years I had not acted upon my fantasies of being dominated by a strong capable man, something Carl couldn't provide.

So many thoughts went through my mind as I dressed for dinner ! Should I wear the collar for him first or should I let him put it around my neck ? Would he demand I dress like a slut and take me to a seedy club in public and show me off ? Or would he invite his friends over one night for dinner ? I didn't care what he did as long as he used me and treated me like little submissive slut that I was...

 

[Newstart]

“Carlos.”

I glance at Mr Anderson in the rear-view mirror. It’s 7.38 am and we’re on our way to the airport.
He leans forward and hands me a slip of paper.

“Carlos, can we stop by this address on the way. I’ve offered to give a colleague of mine a ride to the airport this morning.”
I glance at the paper and tell Siri to take us there. It’s not far off route, a pleasant suburb, and we pull up outside a smart apartment block.
A very attractive lady, in her mid-thirties I’d guess, is waiting on the sidewalk with her suitcase.
I pull over and open the door for her but it’s not until I’m putting her suitcase in the trunk that I recall where I’ve seen her before.

She’s works as a masseuse in the spa at the Country Club.

Well, well, well.
So the cat’s going away to play and that means the mouse at home will almost certainly want to play as well.
I glance in the rear-view mirror as I pull away from the curb and catch Mr Anderson and the lady kissing; not a deep kiss yet not a peck on the cheek but lips on lips and I know for certain that this is not a business trip for Mr Anderson.

At the airport I pull into the curb, unload the trunk and signal a porter.
Mr Anderson takes over.
“Nassau flight please.”
So a week in the Bahamas.

Back at the house I park the limo outside the garage. It needs a wash and polish so I change into shorts and hose it down. Mrs Anderson will still be in bed so I don’t bother with a T shirt. The weather’s good and I like the feel of the sun on my back but when I start to vacuum the interior I’m met by the perfume of the woman who’s with Mr Anderson and I wonder what Mrs Anderson will make of that.
Perhaps she’ll think it appropriate for us to fuck on the back seat of the limo.

A perfect way to get her revenge.

 

[angelique127]

I spent at least an hour getting ready, applying my make up and fixing my hair. The dress I chose to wear was very short and hugged my fine derriere and showing off my shapely legs. I decided to wear a pair of stockings and high heels of course My favorite pearl necklace, { I had a fondness for pearls as well as diamonds } First I planned to take care of a little necessary business and then some playtime with my chauffuer slash butler. He didn't know it yet but I decided to give him a promotion with benefits included.

Carlos is just finishing the car and I notice he is out of uniform, wearing only a pair of shorts, like he was going to spend a day beside the pool. I admired his fine physique, remembering how good he looked in those tight lycra shorts yesterday in my bedroom...if he accepted the new position as my personnal butler for the whole week that would be his required uniform in private. Well maybe a bow tie choker thingy just for fantasy purposes.

" Very well, you may go dressed like that ! " I excused him, glancing at my watch, " Besides I don't think I will need your assistance today for anything except to drive so you won't have to get out of the car. Maybe we can go for a swim when we get back ! " And the windows are tinted !

Carlos grins and opens the door for me. He is rewarded with a glimpse of my panties as I climb in. Immediately I get a distinct whiff of rather cheap perfume, the kind I would never wear ! My immediate reaction is to ask Carlos who else has been in this car but I don't want to put him on the spot. He does work for my husband too. Besides I have already have my suspicions...between his office and that private stag club he spends so much time at, Carl could easily have an affair with someone. Who ever it was, was probably only interested in his money instead of his little five inch penis ! But I was not going to let some gold digger take what was mine but I needed an insurance policy just in case. That was why the bank was my first destination, and then to see attorney.

My drivers hat was on the floor and I passed it to him through the divider. " Here wear that in case we get stopped by the police since you spend too much time looking in the rearview mirror. and not look where you are going. "

Too my surprise he puts it on before adjusting the mirror.

" Bank of America please. "

 

[Newstart]

Sometimes, life is like one of those little snowballs that grow and grow as they roll down the hill and I get the feeling that today is going to be one of those snowball days.
Mrs Anderson finds me just finishing the car and she is the kind of picture that a lonely man takes to bed with him at night.
Dressed to the nines in a very short figure-hugging dress, stockings, heels and a double strand of pearls.
And we’re not talking fresh-water pearls.
These are Mikimoto or better. Nothing but the best for Mrs Anderson.

“Bank of America please and you may go dressed like that!" She says, handing me my cap and looking me up and down.
“And I don't think I will need your assistance today for anything except to drive so you won't have to get out of the car and maybe we can go for a swim when we get back."

I hold the door open for her and there’s a distinct pause as she bends to get in. It must be the perfume, the car reeks of it, and while she’s paused half-way into the car I get a full view of her derriere and panties.
Does she do this deliberately?
I don’t know but remembering where my tongue was yesterday, I really don’t mind and would welcome the opportunity to do a little more exploring in that area.
And then she suggests a swim when we get back.
That’s unheard of, an employee using the pool. I doubt that she’s missing Mr Anderson so perhaps she just wants some company and whatever goes with it.
The snowball is getting bigger by the minute.

I wait in the car at the curb side outside the bank. Normally I’d stand by the car ready to greet Mrs Anderson and open the door for her but today, wearing just shorts and my chauffeur’s cap, Mrs Anderson will have to open the door for herself.
She comes out of the bank looking as if she’s just been told she’s inherited several hundred million dollars and I wonder what she’s been doing in there.
Could it be anything to do with Mr Anderson’s so called business trip this week? Add to that the reek of perfume in the car and perhaps she’s put two and two together and come up with five … five hundred million dollars?

I check the rear-view mirror.
I’ve never seen her smiling like this before. Whatever’s just happened she’s certainly in a good mood and a swim together might be just what’s needed for her to loosen up and give me a clue.

“Will there be anything else Mrs Anderson or is it straight home?”

“No Carlos, just one more stop before home. My attorney

 

[angelique127]

I am satisfied that I have the proof I need from the bank manager on my husbands separate expense account from his fortune 500 company. It wasn't easy to get the information released to me but Carl was blowing excess money from our personal and his private account. I have known for several months that he had a girlfriend or some mistress on the side.when I saw our bank statements. Carl was spending tens of thousands of dollars on his little gold digging whore. While I wasn't exactly jealous, I have had several different affairs of my own, I did resent the amount of money he was spending on her and not me. I didn't want a divorce, it would be too messy and I didn't want to risk my lifestyle but I needed the upper hand in our marriage. Carl needed to find out who was really in control.

It is surprising what a little glimpse of a stocking top can do to certain males or the flash of my panties as I cross my legs while I am sitting in front of them wearing a short skirt. Of course having money helps but a little bit of flattery and flirtation goes a long way ! Just like the old bank manager, my attorney is ready to do things he shouldn't. And the young detective I hired last week, who is now in the Bahamas hopefully getting the evidence and the proof I need.

No things are about to change for the better in the near future. Starting today...

On the way home I consider demanding Carlos pull over somewhere private and get in the back and fuck me. But I have a better idea, why not let him fuck me in the bed I share with my cheating husband. Or in the pool house where I once fucked my future brother in law before the wedding ! But that's a different story...

Arriving home I ask Carlos to come inside and please to take off that silly hat. He follows me up the stairs and I know being a typical alpha male he is checking out my ass. Once we entered my bedroom I waste no more time and let my dress fall from my shoulders to puddle at my feet. I am only wearing my garter belt, panties, stockings and heels... Carlos is only wearing a pair of shorts and a smile !

I move towards him and seductively run my fingernails over his broad shoulders and muscled chest, not forgeting to feel his hard biceps...

" I can't believe how big and strong you are, compared to my pathetic husband ! " Carlos groaned and placed his hands on my hips in response.

" Why I do think I deserve to be punished for my bad behavior this morning...I have been such a bad girl ! I gave that old bank manager a peek up my dress and bent over for my attorney when I purposely dropped my pen...oh and don't forget the pool boy I teased yesterday before I was interuptted or the young shoe salesmen ! " I whispered before kissing him on the lips

 

[Newstart]

This snowball day is turning into an avalanche.
What at first had seemed a very informal day, driving her to her bank and then to her attorney’s office, is now turning into a full-on session with Mrs Anderson asking to be punished for how she behaved in front of her bank manager and then her attorney.
The most I’d been hoping for was a swim, perhaps even skinny dipping with Mrs Anderson, but now here she is standing in front of me in her lingerie and grazing her nails down my chest, kissing me gently on my lips and telling me she deserves to be punished for her behaviour this morning and I shiver involuntarily as her nails graze over my nipples.

I step back from her at look at her sternly.
“Mrs Anderson, I see you’re still having trouble with that garter belt, just as you did when we were in the lingerie store. Turn around and let me help you.”

She does as commanded and I kneel behind her, my face only inches from her delectable ass and I run my fingers up the inside of her calves, past her knees and up the inside of her thighs, slowing as I do until my fingers stop, tantalisingly short of her gusset.
I can smell her arousal, that wonderful scent that I know so well from yesterday when I feasted on her pussy.

“Well I can see what the problem is and it’s easily fixed.” I say, and one by one I unclip the garter from her stockings until they’re all dangling free.
“There’s that’s better isn’t it?” and without waiting for a reply I unclip the garter belt and let that fall to her feet where her dress already lies.
“Now, you tell me you’ve been naughty this morning but of course saying you’ve been naughty is not the same as feeling sorry for being naughty, is it?” and as I’m saying this, I peel her stockings down her legs, making her step out of her shoes until she’s just wearing her bra and panties.

Again I run my fingers up the inside of her thighs, but higher this time until I’m touching her gusset.

“Tch, tch, you’re all wet here. Not only have you been naughty, you’ve been thinking naughty thoughts as well and you know what happens to naughty girls who have naughty thoughts don’t you.”
I stand and lead her to the padded couch where this all started yesterday and sitting down, I put her across my knees and pull her panties down.

“So, have you been a very naughty girl?”

She nods her head.

“And do you deserve to be spanked?”

Again, she nods her head.

“Say it.” I say sharply.
I can feel her take a breath in anticipation of what’s to come.“I’ve been a naughty girl and I deserve to be spanked.”

“Good. That’s better. You must always do what I tell you.”
I rub her ass cheeks for a moment and then smack her hard on her right cheek and she flinches and squirms against my knees.I harden my voice.

“Say it again.”

“I’ve been a naughty girl and I deserve to be spanked."

“Again, louder.”

“I’ve been a naughty girl and I deserve to be spanked.”

I rub her ass cheeks for a moment and smack her again, this time on her left cheek. This time there’s a sharp intake of breath and again she squirms on my knee, rubbing herself against me.
But she’s not ready yet and I move my knee so it’s pressing directly on her clit.
Once more and she’ll cum.

I rub her ass cheeks for a while, moving her against my knee and then again raise my hand and smack her twice this time, harder, once on her left cheek and then on her right.

Smack, smack.

She squirms again, rubbing herself on my knee and then lets out a little moan. Whether that’s from the pain or her orgasm, only she knows. Perhaps it’s both but my knee is very wet.
I run my hand over her bottom and between her legs to her pussy, trailing my fingers over the length of her wet labia.

“You must promise not to show your panties to anyone else but me, and if you want to visit me in my apartment over the garage you mustn’t wear any panties, ok?”

I lean forward and kiss her on her very red and very sore ass cheeks.
“Now, what shall we do with you?”

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[angelique127]

Carlos has me where he wants too, across his lap and in a compromising position ! Not that I didn't ask for it...my chauffuer knows how wet I am ! Does he know how desperate I am to be fucked ? Carlos seems to be in no hurry but I know that he has a big hard on pressing against my stomach.

" You must promise not to show your panties to anyone but me, and if you visit me in my apartment over the garage you mustn't wear any panties, okay ? "

Soon Carlos is soothing my sore ass cheeks..." Now, what she we do with you ? "

Oh yes sir...I am sorry to be such a bad girl and it won't ever happen again...I promise ! " I say as I squirm in his lap, " Please don't use the butte plug and punish me for acting like a such a married whore ! "

The jeweled plug and the black studded collar are sitting on the table where I left them. Carlos can't miss them or ignore the hint... I need to be dominated again by someone who is a strong alpha male, someone other than my pathetic cheating husband...

 

[Newstart]

Mrs Anderson’s protestations about the butt plug and being a married whore only confirm what I've come to realise – that she is a deeply unhappy and unfulfilled woman and she fills those needs with her unnecessarily extravagant shopping and her demeaning of herself.
There’s nothing wrong with having kinks like the collar and the butt plug, as well as all the other accoutrements that are in the top left-hand drawer of her lingerie dresser. The sad thing is, she has no one to share those kinks with … until now.

“Stand up, face the window and don’t move.”
I more or less tip her off my knees and she scrambles to do as she’s told.
I recall seeing some scarves and lube in the top left-hand drawer of her lingerie dresser so I fetch those.

“Don’t move,” I say as I blindfold her with a scarf and fasten the collar round her neck.

“Bend over.”

She’s knows what’s coming and I can see her tensing as I lube the butt plug and press it against her rosebud, easing it into her. She gasps and if I could see her face I’d bet she was grimacing with the pain of being stretched by the plug but a little more pressure and her sphincter relaxes enough for me to insert it fully and then snaps tight around it, holding it in place.

“Now Mrs Anderson, we’re going on a little adventure.” I tug on the leash attached to the collar. “Come along.”

I lead her to the top of the stairs.
“One hand on the banister and one hand on my shoulder.” And down the stairs we go and as we reach the bottom, I turn her round to face the staircase.

“Bend over.” And I release my bursting erection from my shorts and push into her, sliding my whole length into her now dripping pussy.
One, two, three, four, five full strokes and then I withdraw and tug again on the leash. We’re at the front door and as I open it Mrs Anderson instinctively raises her arms to cover her breasts, even though she’s still wearing her bra from when I was spanking her.

“Hands down.” I bark at her and I undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor by her feet.
She must by now be feeling totally vulnerable: naked, blindfold, with a collar and leash for me to lead her, and her ass full of the butt plug.

“There’s only you and me here. Your husband is in the Bahamas on business, you’ve given Dolores the week off and the gardener and pool boy aren’t due back until Friday.”
I pause for a moment to let this all sink in. She’s alone, defenceless and totally vulnerable with only me to rely on and this is how I want her to be from now on so that whatever she needs, she’ll come to me.

Again I tug on the leash and lead her to the pool.
“Bend over and hold onto the sun lounger.”

The jewelled butt plug sparkles in the sunlight as does her wetness and again I push into her but longer and faster this time, fifteen or twenty strokes and I can feel her juices thinning as she readies for orgasm but again I withdraw.

When I’m ready, I want her to be begging me for her release.

And so we proceed: stretched over the hood of the limo, bent over the dining table where she and her husband entertain their society friends, and in her husband’s study, bent over his desk but finally I lead her back up the stairs to her bedroom where I take off the collar and remove the blindfold.

“Now Mrs Anderson, I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

And so we do and with her legs locked round me and her nails raking my back we fuck until we both cum in an explosion of my semen and her juices and at the moment of her orgasm I pull the butt plug from her ass.
I hold her to me, stroking her hair.

“It’s ok, you’ve got me to look after you now and when you’re feeling down, just go to the bottom of the stairs or by the pool or look at the hood of the limo or the dining table, even your husband’s desk, and smile to yourself and think ‘That’s where Carlos had his cock in me’.”


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[angelique127]

I absolutely love the way Carlos took control of me, treating me like a submissive fucktoy instead of like the spoiled entitled lady of the house. And we had a whole week to play this master/slave game ! Just the two of us, unless he invited a friend or two over...I didn't care as long as he fucked me again all over the estate like he just did, bringing me to the edge, time and time again, until he finally gave me my reward in my own bedroom, giving me a wonderful mind blowing orgasm ! Whatever he wanted, Carlos was the master of the household and I was just a willing submissive slut ! If he wanted to keep me in lingerie, or be naked in heels only, dress up in a sexy french maid outfit, it didn't matter, I was eager to play the role.

We lay together on my bed, my manicured fingernail tracing little circles on his chest, " Mmmmm that was simply wonderful, it's been so long since a man made me cum like that ! Carl was never very interested or was too busy with his trampy gold diggers at the club ! I was delighted when he hired you to be our chauffuer and now I know why. I couldn't help but tease you and try to get your attention. "

Carlos smiled and didn't say anything.

" I must confess, I often fantasized about you and wondered how big your cock was ! " I said taking it in my hand and stroking it..." What should we do now, sir, shall we take a dip in the pool before dinner or go for a ride in that sports car of yours to the beach ? Whatever you want to do, you are in charge ! "

Without waiting for an answer, I move down and start cleaning his cock off with my tongue...

 

[Newstart]

It has always been my aim to please the lady I’m with, it pays dividends, and Mrs Anderson proves my point as she moves down and starts cleaning off my cock with her tongue.
I’ve known for a while that her husband played way from home – chauffeurs know everything that their employers get up to - at the town club, at the country club and now in the Bahamas with the masseuse we collected on the way to the airport. I’d always supposed the Mrs Anderson knew or at least suspected what was going on but now she’s confirmed that she knows.
But maybe this is how it is with the very rich. Their marriages are a contract of convenience with a blind eye turned to any extra marital shenanigans.

“We’ll go to the beach. You’ll need some clothes though.” And I playfully smack her butt, not hard like earlier, but to let her know that we’re playing.
“Just your bikini and a shift will be fine.” I say, pulling her up the bed and kissing her. Her mouth tastes of both of us, a sexy reminder of what we’ve been doing.

I grab a couple of towels from the pool house, drop the hood on my car and we’re away, her hair blowing in the wind and she’s smiling.
I like that.

We swim for a while and then lie back on the towels. The beach is almost deserted, the nearest people at least a couple of hundred yards away and I trail my fingers from her hairline across her forehead, down her nose and across her lips, her neck and the valley between her breasts until my fingers are resting just below her navel.
I glance from side to side. There’s no one close enough to see what we’re doing.

“There’s a cocktail called Sex On The Beach. I don’t have the ingredients with me but I do have my mixer ready.” and I wiggle my tongue at her.
“Take your bikini bottoms off, now.”

She does as she’s told and I slide my fingers into her pussy and then put them to my lips, slurping her juices from them.

“Mm, a little more mixing required I think.”
Another glance from side to side and I go down on her, tasting her, running my tongue the length of her slot and into her before moving to her clit. She’s so responsive and I take my time bringing her along slowly, enjoying the taste of her, feeling her muscles tensing and releasing and the little tremors running through her belly until she grabs my head and pulls me onto her as hard as she can while she cums.

We lie there for a while as she comes down and then we both start to laugh at what we’ve just done.
So outrageous and so risky. But there’s something more serious we need to talk about.

“Mrs Anderson, we both know what your husband is doing this week. I don’t know what your personal circumstance are or how you’d be if Carl decided he preferred this other woman to you, but it might be worth building some social capital if things between you and him turn out badly, y’know, some charity work or something like that so’s people would say ‘poor Mrs Anderson’ instead of ‘poor Mr Anderson’. Know what I mean?”
I take a breath because I don’t know how she’s going to react to this.

“Tuesday evenings I take Dolores’ kids to Little League. It’s nothing grand, hot dogs and soda sitting on the bleachers but I can get a photo of you with the kids in the society magazines – ‘Mrs Anderson, wife of prominent businessman Mr Carl Anderson, sponsoring deprived kids at their ball game’. We, you and I, can make a fun evening of it and it’s the kind of social capital that might come in useful. As I say, it’s nothing grand, just jeans and a T. Have a think will you?”

I look at her, trying to gauge her reaction. This is so far from the norm for her that she might just refuse point blank so I try to make it a little more attractive for her.
“And when I say jeans and a T, I mean 501’s and no panties ‘cos I want to be able to unbutton you one button at a time when the ball game is over and see if we can’t mix up a little Sex At Home cocktail. And if you’re a very good girl, I'll let you play with my bat and balls.”

 

[angelique127]

I gaze up at the stars and the full moon, feeling content, free from all my constraints. Except for the sand in my crack everything else is perfect ! Carlos is just what I need in my life at the moment...as far as another charity event I will have to think it over. On the surface it sounds good, Carl would be absolutely mortified if I did something for the disavantaged, he sadly despised their very existance. My husband had no sympathy for the lower class whatsoever ! Blah blah blah...

" Let me think about it...but if you really want to see me in a pair of jeans you will have to take me shopping tomorrow. I don't have any at the present, and as far as panties go I have known to go commando every now and then ! "

Truthfully I am not very worried about my hubby. I have by the balls and by the time my lawyers are finished with him, he will be on his knees begging for forgiveness...I am entitled to have my cake and eat it too.

Not wanting to go home just yet, I suggest that we drive to this dive bar nearby and shoot a game of billards. It's been years since I shot pool and I used to be pretty good at 8-ball when I was younger, in my other life ! Fortunately I have a polka dot sundress in my bag in the car.

Feeling daring, I offer Carlos a deal, if he can beat me on the pool table, I will host his silly charity event for the little league and agree to wear a pair of jeans ! " But what do I get if I win ? "

 

[Newstart]

My car is dwarfed by the pick-ups and 4x4s in the parking lot of the bar that Mrs Anderson has suggested and although the music is loud, a hush comes over the place as she walks in, as first the men and then the women turn to look at her.

If only they knew.

I order a pitcher of beer, rack up the balls and the bar conversation resumes.
“Your call” I say, flipping a quarter onto the green baize. She calls it right and chalks her que.

“So what are we playing for?” she asks.
Again the bar falls silent.

I glance around the expectant faces. I’ve already decided it would be to my advantage to lose so this has got to be good. Although Mrs Anderson likes to be dominated, that will be all the sweeter if she’s on a high from winning our bet.
“If you win, I’ll take you shopping tomorrow but if I win, I’ll still take you shopping tomorrow but I get to help you in the fitting room, ok?”

The bar is filled with whoops and hollers.
“Atta boy, go get her!” and suddenly the pool table is surrounded by onlookers, eager to see who wins.

Mrs Anderson breaks and leaves me a couple of easy pots but I fluff the third so she walks round the table, chalking her cue, looking at me as she does, her tongue flicking over her lips, almost as if she's chalking my cock, and I can see her working out a sequence.
And she’s not the only one figuring out her strategy so that there’s a cluster of men standing where she’ll be reaching right over the table to get her break going.

“Get your eyes back in your head Sonny.” One of the women yells as Sonny stands right behind Mrs Anderson, eyeing up her very shapely butt.
And then she starts and it’s like watching Minnesota Fats but far, far more attractive as she clears the table in one go.

“Looks like you’ll be in the fitting room on your own,” someone yells and there’s a roar of laughter followed by the sound of a slap as one of the women lets her partner know that she’s not amused.

She turns to me.
“Best of three?”

I nod and chalk my cue, getting a good break that doesn’t leave Mrs Anderson much chance so we have a brief safety duel until she leaves me an opening and now it’s my turn to impress the crowd, potting five and then leaving her a very slim chance that she misses, leaving me two easy pots and the 8 ball.
So all even.

One of the men racks the balls and flips a quarter onto the table.
“Call.”

We eye each other and even though we’re in a crowded bar, the sexual tension between us is palpable.
“Ladies first.” I say gesturing to Mrs Anderson to call.

She does and loses. My break and I scatter the balls all over the table.
“Trying to lose mister?” Mrs Anderson asks.

But this time the frame is much closer, neither of us taking on any tricky shots until she has two stripes left and I have three solids.
She pots her stripes but misses the black and in reply, I pot two of mine and miss the third leaving her an easy black to win the match.

We stand for a moment, smiling, looking at each other and I shrug my shoulders as if to say your game to win and she does, slamming the black into a pocket.
The bar erupts with cheers, someone cranks up the jukebox playing Dave Dudley’s The Pool Shark and if there had been room, Mrs Anderson would have been lifted shoulder high.

I pour the last of the beer into our glasses.
“Well it looks like the charity gig is off but I still want to see you in jeans so we’re shopping tomorrow but for now, I have a task for you back home.”

I want to see her with the other kit that's in the top left-hand drawer of her lingerie dresser, especially the impressive glass dildo and then there’s a pair of handcuffs, a ball gag, nipple clamps, gloves, a riding crop and all those body lotions.

This could be an interesting evening and bodes well for the rest of the week.

 

[angelique127]

Oh God I was having so much fun ! At the moment I wasn't the upper class entitled bitch who was trapped in a love less marriage and it felt so good to let my hair down ! Truthfully I liked the way these lower class blue collar men were staring at my body ! I wondered how many of those men were getting a hard on looking at me as I bent over the pool table showing off my cleaveage and my ass in my tight dress. You can look but you better not touch, except for my handsome chauffeur...

Despite Carlos losing two out of three, I can't wait until we get home and play some more...this time in my bedroom ! Just as we finish the last of the pitcher { can you imagine me drinking a draft beer ? } my favorite song comes on the jukebox. It is Don Henley, ' The Last Worthless Evening ' This is the ultimate slow dance song ! I love the lyrics and his voice and the beat of the music, not to mention the video...it just makes me want to dance....

" This is my favorite song...I was hoping you would ask me to dance before we go ! "

Carlos looks down at me and gives me that half smirk, half smile and leads me to the dance floor. I melt into his arms...our bodies move together and I can feel his hard on against my stomach. Carlos grabs ahold of my ass cheeks pulling me closer and making my dress rise upward, exposing my ass for everyone to see if they were watching...if you ever had the pleasure to dance to it, you would know what I mean !

' People inside their houses with the shades pulled down,
God knows we could use some romance in this sleepy bedroom town,
I know you're still afraid to rush into anything,
but there is just so many summers girl and so many springs !

This is the last worthless evening that you have to spend, just give me a chance
to show you how to love again...
this is the last worthless evening that you have to spend,
cause I'll be there until your little heart is on the mend ! '

Isabelle didn't know why she was so sentimental...she just knew she liked being with Carlos. Yes he was a mere chauffuer but he treated her as if she was a princess !

On the way home, with the top pulled down, the wind in her hair, she turned the radio full blast and reached over and unzipped his pants to give him a blowjob while he drove home, going over ninety miles per hour...

 

[Newstart]

Driving at ninety miles an hour is good fun but cumming at ninety miles an hour is even better fun and it takes a lot of concentration to keep the car where it’s meant to be on the road as Mrs Anderson works on my cock until I explode into her mouth and the look of triumph on her face as she sits up and wipes the last drops of my cum from the corner of her mouth is something to behold.

She looks genuinely happy.

There’s a subtle change in Mrs Anderson’s behaviour, as if a veil is being lifted from her eyes and she can see the real world, perhaps for the first time since she married Mr Anderson.
Her suggestion of the bar was surprising. She must have known about it and what kind of bar it was from her life before - before Mr Anderson.
For sure, she certainly wouldn’t visit a bar like that as Mrs Anderson - that would cause a scandal if it became known to her circle of society friends.
And then there was way she won the game of pool.
That wasn’t luck. That was the result of many games played over many an evening in a bar just like that one, and the way she enjoyed the admiring, even lustful glances of the men in the bar as we danced, pressed tight against each other like lovers do, as Don Henley’s melancholy voice surrounded just the two of us.

Of the two Mrs Andersons, this is the one I prefer by a long shot. She’s happy in a natural way, relaxed, spontaneous, no forced smiles, enjoying herself.
In a word, normal.

Yes, we’ve had great sex and yes she likes having her submissive side indulged, but this is different and I’m wondering if, with Mr Anderson away, she feels she doesn’t have to play the role of society wife anymore.
But what happens when he returns, especially since she knows who he’s been with and what he’s been doing? Will she return to being the snappy, bitchy Mrs Anderson or will she stay the happy, carefree Isabelle Renee O'Rourke as she was before she married.
Perhaps she'd be happier if her never came back.
Now that's a biggy.

And here’s another thing.
What do I call her? What’s her name when she’s giving me a blowjob or I’m going down on her on the beach or we’re chugging beers and playing pool?
Mrs Anderson just doesn’t work but, like all the little changes in our relationship, this one is for her to figure out.

If she wants to.

I flick the gates open as we arrive at the house and drive into the waiting garage, closing the door behind us.
The top left-hand drawer of her lingerie dresser can wait for another time.
Tonight I’m going to indulge her in my apartment, the kind of place where normal people live, starting in the shower. Ok, it's not luxurious like her bedroom but it's clean, tidy and has a decent double bed.

“Ok, up the stairs and no questions. We’re going to get a shower – together.”

I start the shower and strip. Mrs Anderson is standing there dazed at how fast this is all happening as I lift her dress over her head leaving her standing naked in front of me.

“Get in the shower.”

She’s standing there before me, so unutterably sexy with the water cascading over her, running in rivulets on her shoulders and over her breasts, blinking as the water splashes on her face and into her eyes, and I get in.

“Turn around.”

I start to massage shampoo into her hair and scalp and I can feel her relaxing as I work the shampoo and then I continue with the shower gel, washing her back and arms.
“Ok if I wash your front?”
I don’t wait for a reply, just let my hands slip under her arms, spreading the lather over her breasts and belly and although very sensuous this isn’t sexual in any way, it’s just being close and intimate.
“Still ok?” I ask again as my hands move over her belly and further, below her bikini line, and all the time my mind is racing, wondering how she’ll react.

She flinches as my hands meet between her legs and then she relaxes again as I crouch down to wash her legs and finally her feet.
I’m done now and stand facing her, helping her rinse the shampoo from her hair.
I’m totally besotted with her, would do anything for her, and I just hope that she might come to feel the same way about me.

But it’s a long shot.

 

[angelique127]

It feels so wonderful to have a man take care of me and wash my hair. Carl would never consider doing that ! I was his trophy wife, expected to look good on his arm for all his family and friends and business associates. Carlos made me feel different, and I could let my hair down and enjoy fucking on the beach, shooting pool in a dive bar, speeding down the road in his sports car, slow dancing... but I had to be careful, I was a married woman having an affair with my chauffuer. I had Carl by the balls and couldn't risk losing my fair share of his fortune because of a divorce.

On the other hand, I totally intended to enjoy tonight and the rest of the week with Carlos...

He dried my body off with a fuffy towel. And next he made me sit down so he could brush my hair. Not only was Carlos my driver but he was acting like my butler, taking care of my personal needs. Once finished he took my hand and pulled back the covers and told me to get into his bed. We were both naked, lying side by side and we started kissing...one thing led to another and soon we were making love. His lips and tongue devoured me, and I spread my legs for him so he could eat my pussy...I swear I came almost instantly ! Afterwards Carlos mounted me and slowly slid his hard cock into my wet pussy ...he fucked my pussy, slowly at first while I whimpered and moaned, taking every last inch ! Oh God Carlos knew how to use his hard cock to his advantage and before long I was gushing all over it ! I never wanted this night to end...

 

[Newstart]

I’m an early bird by nature, up at 5am, a forty-minute run and then breakfast with the local news on Channel 9 so I can catch the weather and traffic, all useful information for my job as the Anderson’s chauffeur.
But today is different, very different.
The bedside clock says 8.43 am and I’m still in bed because Mrs Anderson is asleep beside me, her breath like a zephyr as her chest rises and gently falls, her head nestled in against my shoulder and her eyelids flickering as she dreams.
And even if the world were going to end in the next ten seconds I wouldn’t change a thing.
But the world is going to end – at least this one – on Sunday when I collect Mr Anderson from the airport along with the masseuse from the country club that he’ll have been fucking all week and then we’ll be back to normal, driving Mr Anderson to work, taking Mrs Anderson shopping, watching her spend her husband’s money.
And I fully expect her to revert to her usual snippy, bitchy behaviour, taking me and Dolores for granted.

But we made love last night, not fucking. And I know the difference.
We made love.
Slow, tender, attentive, touching each other, giving ourselves to each other.

But on Sunday I’ll be Carlos the chauffeur again and Mrs Anderson will be waiting for Friday when she can seduce the pool boy who’s probably got more notches on his cock than an old-time gun slinger had on his six gun.
And if she does, that will tell me exactly what kind of woman she is and I will be, as Pink Floyd sang, just another brick in the wall.
So, all in all, come Monday, if things turn out as I think they will, I’ll quit the chauffeuring and accept the management job at the gym.

But it’s Wednesday and we have four days left to ourselves before I’m due to collect Mr Anderson and his lady friend from the airport.

There’s a lake up in the mountains, hidden away amongst the trees. The water will be chilly but it’s crystal clear. I’ll pack a picnic and a rug and we can skinny dip and then make love, slow sensuous love making like we did last night, the taste of her in my mouth, the rush we both get when she cums and then me on my back as she rides me, eyes locked with mine as she uses my cock for her own pleasure and I fill her hot, wet pussy with my cum and maybe, just maybe, Mrs Anderson will let her guard slip enough to ask me to call her something less formal than Mrs Anderson.

We’ll see.

 

[angelique127]

I must be dreaming ! Carlos has asked me to go up to the mountains with him where we can be alone together and swim naked. I must admit that I am not much of a nature girl but I would like nothing better than to be alone with him ! I know he likes a girl in jeans and I plan to buy a pair or two on our way up there, just for him...

But just as we are about to leave on our adventure to the wilderness there is a knock upon the door. I open it and it is the last person in the world that I expect to see ! It is my young nineteen year old stepdaughter, Carla.

" Where is my father ? I have been trying to reach him since yesterday and he does not answer or return my calls ! "

" I'm sorry dear he is away on business. "

Karla rolls her eyes and steps inside, of course she doen't need an invitation. As far as the spoiled bitch is concerned this is her daddies house as much as hers. " Where you going somewhere ? "

" Yes, I was about to go out. " I answer irritated.

" Really ? With who ? "

" I don't think it is any of your business. "

" Does my father know that you are going out with another man ? " Carla asked, giving Carlos the third degree.

" Carlos is our chauffuer and is employed by us. " I explained.

" Oh I see...how come he is not in uniform ? Whatever, would you please have him bring my bags up to the guest room. I will be staying here for the next few days ! "

I was furious, how dare the little spoiled bitch ruin my plans !

 

[Newstart]

“Carlos, can you come up to the house immediately.”
Mrs Anderson’s phone call is abrupt but not bitchy and she sounds irritated.
I’m wearing jeans and a T ready for our trip to the mountains but I guess it won’t matter if I don’t change into my uniform so I walk over to the house and use the side door.

“Mrs Anderson?” I call.
A young woman appears. She looks angry.

“Are you Carlos? I need my bags taking up to my room.”
No explanation, just instructions and no introduction so I don’t know who the hell she is.
“And why aren’t you in uniform?”

Who the fuck is she and who does she think she is? I have to think quickly.
“Mrs Anderson told me I wouldn’t be needed until later this morning but her call sounded urgent so I came straight away … Miss?”

I’d guess she’s late teens, perhaps twenty, so unless she’s Mrs Anderson’s younger sister then she must belong to Mr Anderson, his daughter perhaps and that would make her Mrs Anderson’s stepdaughter.
Now it all fits and explains Mrs Anderson’s irritated tone on the phone because of the unexpected arrival of her stepdaughter which has messed up our plans for a trip to the mountains and some time together.

Fuck.

I carry her bags up to the room she’s using and set them down.
“Will there be anything else … Miss?”

She doesn’t take the hint and still hasn’t introduced herself.
Just then, Mrs Anderson appears. I look her and wink so the young woman doesn’t see.

“Mrs Anderson, I’m afraid there’s a problem with the limo, something technical. I’ve called the mechanics but they won’t be able to get here until tomorrow morning so if you still need to go shopping I could order a cab for you or I’ll be happy to take you in my car but there’s only two seats,” I say, glancing at the young woman.

I’ve already packed our picnic, including a bottle of champagne and was looking forward to spending time alone with Bella – that’s what I’ve started calling her in my mind. Her mother would have called her Isabelle but I bet her father called her Bella – spending time alone with Bella, skinny dipping together in the chilly mountain lake, cuddling her warm on the picnic rug, lying her on her tummy and kissing the backs of her legs until she’s wriggling with the anticipation of where my tongue will be next.

But that now seems like a dream that has evaporated with the arrival of the young woman.

Fuck.

 

[angelique127]

" Very well, you are dismissed Carlos ! " Carla says with a wave of her hand.

I wait until he leaves the room, trying to rein in my temper. The last thing I need is for little miss bitch is make a scene or go telling daddy, spoiling my plans.

" Where is the maid, Dora Dora or whatever her name is ? I need someone to unpack my things ! "

" I gave her the week off. "

" Really ? How convenient...just you and Carlos. Alone. I must say I can't really blame you, he is very attractive. I suppose the cook is on vacation also ! "

" As a matter of fact she is. " I answer. If the little bitch is assuming something she has no proof of ius engaging in infidelity.

" Hmmm...you know I warned Daddy, before he married you that you were nothing but a gold digging slut and only marrying for his money ! When he divorces you, you will be penniless just like you were before. Oh wait a minute, I forgot, not totally broke, strippers do make good tips, especially on the weekends ! " Carla smirked.

Oh God how did she find out ? What else does she know about my past ?

I should know better and bite my tongue, but little spoiled bitch don't know who she is messing with...I have been around the block or two ! " If and when your daddy divorces me, you and your brother can kiss your inheritence goodbye ! " I promise.

" Silly fool, haven't you ever heard of a pre nup. My father is not that foolish to ever marry you without one. "

" That's what you think. Ask your dear daddy. " I smiled...with that being said I left the room.

I go back downstairs and Carlos is waiting there, not looking to happy. I can't blame him..." I'm so sorry, she is the last person I expected to see. " I try to explain...

 

[Newstart]

"Very well, you are dismissed Carlos!"

Well, as a point of employment law, the young brat (I still don’t know her name) can’t fire me as I’m employed by Mr Anderson, as are Dolores, the cook and all the other staff, but that’s a moot point for discussion later, if ever.
But the immediate problem is how to keep the war of words between Bella and her stepdaughter from escalating and the best way to do that is for both of us to leave the house.
With no staff in the house to see to her needs Mr Anderson’s daughter will soon be at a loss as how to survive. She might know how to turn on the shower but beyond that I doubt if she can even make herself a cup of coffee, let alone a meal.
I’m assuming there’s nothing incriminating in the house for the girl to find and the contents of Bella’s lingerie dresser can always be passed off as pandering to Mr Anderson’s kinks.

Bella comes downstairs with a very worried look on her face.
"I'm so sorry, she is the last person I expected to see."

“Don’t worry. These things happen. What we need to do now is make sure that you’re ok. There’s no point in you staying here and having a slanging match with her … or worse. It’ll be best if you’re out for the day, that’ll give her time to cool down."

I go back upstairs where the girl is standing in her bedroom with her bags exactly where I left them.
“Miss Anderson, since you have dispensed with my services I’ll be leaving now but should you need me for anything, here’s my cell phone number,” I say handing her my card.
“I’ll make arrangements for my personal effects to be cleared from my apartment in the next couple of days but I will of course have to speak with your father regarding the early termination of my employment contract.”

I’m sure this is all gobbledygook to her but it sounds impressive enough to leave her standing open mouthed and I do still have the slip of paper that Mr Anderson gave me with the address of the masseuse he took to The Bahamas for a week’s fucking. It’s in my chauffeur’s jacket pocket.
Who knows when that might come in useful.

Downstairs again I give Bella a hug.
“Don’t worry, these things have a way of turning out for the best. Take your Merc and drive to the beach now, don’t wait, and I’ll see you there in thirty minutes or so and we can have our picnic on the beach. The lake can wait for another day. Ok?”

I give her a kiss and leave the house. There’s a couple of things I need to do after I see Bella drive away.
First I securely lock my apartment. There's a lot of very expensive video equipment in there I use for my fitness videos.
Then I disable the limo.
That’s easily done via the NAV/MMI touchscreen and with the access PIN I disable the car. It’ll need rebooting but that’s not a problem. Then, once I’m through the gates in my car I can lock them with the master key so Miss Anderson won’t be able to get out or have any food delivered.

A few hours isolation should calm her down.

 

[angelique127]

I tried to calm down as I drove towards the beach, wanting to go back and rip Carla's hair out. How dare she think that she had the power to fire Carlos. By time I was done with the little spoiled bitch she would be begging me for forgiveness ! It was time someone taught her a lesson about manners. Unfortunately I had rushed out of the house in anger and forgot to bring a change of clothes, so I stopped at this boutique and purchased a bikini and a pair of 501 button fly jeans since my loyal chauffuer liked them so much. Maybe I would surprise him and wear them out to dinner tonight after we went to the beach. I also bought a sexy black corset to go with it, that I thought Carlos might like. Thank God for Carlos, I thought, I don't know what I would have done without him...he was so thoughtful and dependable. Too bad he wasn't filthy rich and I already married. Oh well, I can afford to have a boy toy, if I want ! And what a stud he was...

When I arrived at OUR beach, I didn't see his car parked anywhere so I slipped into my new bikini and re applied my lipstick wanting to look my best for him. I put my hair in a ponytail and found a pair of sunglasses. Two young good looking guys walked by carrying surfboards and whistled at me but I didn't pay them any attention. Last week I would have definately flirted back with them, but that was before I got to know Carlos. Within a few minutes he pulled in next to me in his sports car, that I just loved, it was so fast ! I was amazed at the picnic lunch Carlos had brought, grapes and pineapple and veggies and dip, cheese and bread and several bottles of wine.

" Why, you think of everything ! " I smiled, feeling in a better mood. " I do you like my new bikini ? If your lucky I might just go topless ! "

Hand in hand carrying everything in our arms, we walked down to the beach. There wasn't very many people there and we found a secluded spot next to some rocks. This was where we had made love, or fucked under the moonlight, only last night. It seems a life time ago for some reason. A romantic interlude I will never forget...

" First thing first...would you please be a dear and apply lotion to my body so that I don't burn. " I ask handing Carlos a bottle of scented sun tan lotion. " Since there is no one around except those two surfers out on the waves , you may take off my top so I don't get tan lines ! "

Carlos unties my bikini top and squirts lotion onto his hands and starts massaging my shoulders. His strong hands feel so good and I get chills up and down my spine despite the heat of the sun.

" I don't think I want to go home tonight...it's not that I am afraid of confronting that stepdaughter of mine but how about if we stay downtown at the Ritz Carlton. We could have dinner and order breakfast in bed from room service. I promise that I will make it worth your while ! " I offer taking both of his hands and placing them on my breasts. Almost instantly my nipples get hard and stiff...

 

[Newstart]

I’m sitting on the beach, smoothing suntan lotion onto the breasts of a beautiful woman, feeling her nipples harden and her aureoles pucker as my hands slide over them, tweaking each nipple in turn, feeling her flinch as I squeeze them, and then lower, across the smooth firmness of her belly and I would go further, easing her bikini bottoms aside but suntan lotion and pussies don’t mix too well but we can get to that later in the bath at the Ritz Carlton where she’s suggested we stay tonight.
That’s not without its problems. It’s quite possible she’ll be recognised there but she can say that the house felt empty and she was lonely with her husband away on business and once she has the room card, she can let me in via the elevator in the underground car park.
My cock hardens at the thought and I press against her, pulling her back against me and kissing her neck and ears.

She’s pulled her hair into a ponytail and looks really cute.
I whisper in her ear.
“Thank you for what you said at the house.”
Bella half turns her head, not understanding why I said that.

“You could just as easily have sided with your stepdaughter and accused me of flirting and coming on to you. That would have been the safe thing for you to do, accusing me of taking advantage of the house being empty while Dolores and the cook weren’t there but you didn’t. You stood by me, so thank you.”
And while her head is turned I kiss her.

“Ok,” I say opening the picnic hamper, “Let’s have some champagne and something to eat and then we can swim and afterwards, if I’m still hungry I can think of something that’s not in the hamper that I’d really like to taste.”

We run back up the beach after our swim and collapse on the picnic rug, giggling like a couple of school kids but after I undo Bella’s bikini top and peel down her bikini bottoms we get more serious as I kiss her belly, first by her navel and then twice more moving down and another kiss just above her bikini line. She’s lying back with her arms stretched out above her head, her whole body moving and swaying, knees lifting and parting, inviting me, wanting me and I trace the outline of her labia with my tongue, inhaling the sweet muskiness of her arousal and then further, my tongue between her labia now, slick with wanting, and she holds my head to her as I draw her into my mouth, searching for her bud with my tongue.
I can feel her tense with that first contact and again as I circle around her and then a rush of air from her lungs as she lets go of the breath she’s been holding and I suck her between my lips as my tongue flickers across her tip, slowly, teasing her and then the arching of her back and her thighs gripping me as I slip a finger into her and beckon her orgasm, feeling the swollen roughness of her arousal, so tense, so stretched that she could snap and then suddenly a rush of breath as she lets go, surrendering to her orgasm and filling my mouth with her nectar.

We lie there on the rug, just being close while Bella comes down from her orgasm. I do so love being with this woman despite all the difficulties of our apparent relative positions.
Of course, she only knows me as a chauffeur and I’m happy to leave it at that for the moment.

I prop myself up on one elbow and circle her nipple with my finger.
“So we know your stepdaughter is a pompous, ill-mannered little bitch, but is she also a liar? What was that she shouted about you being a stripper before you married Mr Anderson? Was he a client of yours?”

I lean forward and kiss her nipple.
“I really don’t mind. We all have our pasts, me as well as you.”

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[angelique127]

Carlos asked if Carla was lying about me being a 'stripper' and if Carl knew about my past. It wasn't something that I was very proud of, but on the other hand, it was something I was not ashamed of...

I liked the way he played with my sensitive nipple, making it stiff. " Oh God I love the way you make me feel...so good, just like a woman...but yes, my stepdaughter iwas not lying about me being a 'stripper', although I would rather call myself an exotic dancer or an adult entertainer. " For some reason I felt it was important to explain to Carlos and tell him the truth..." I was born in Savannah Georgia, my mother was a traditional old fashioned southern belle and my daddy was a gentleman and a lawyer from a very wealthy southern family that went back generations. I was a daddies girl, he spoiled me rotten since I was an only child ! I was popular and a cheerleader in high school, I drove around in a Corvette and after I graduated I was suppossed to start Georgia State in the fall...until our whole world fell apart. My daddy was arrested and convicted of felony embezzelment, fraud and tax evasion and sent to prison. We lost everything...our estate and assets, which had been in our family for generations was seized and I was suddenly penniless. "

Carlos leaned over and kissed my other nipple...I moaned and arched my back, enjoying the sun upon my body...

" Why I didn't have many other options and to make a long story short, me and a friend went down to Columbus, near the base at Ft. Benning, and I got a job dancing in a club. The soldiers used to get leave after basic training and I made alot of money from tips, especailly on the weekends. Do you want to know what my signature act was ? "

Carlos smiled, his finger now playing with my clitty... " What was it ? "

" All the soldiers loved it...especially the airborne troops. I had a white sheer parachute I used to twirl around in, under a fan from the stage and lights while I danced, all dressed in white to my favorite Aerosmith song ' Angel '.

" Ohhh yes. " I whimpered when Carlos put his middle finger in my wet pussy...I closed my eyes, remembering how I would seductively slide down the pole and once at the bottom spread my legs and play with my sheer pantied pussy...

" My stage name was Peaches ! "

" Really, I wonder why ? " Carlos whispered, continuing to tease my clit and explore my cunt. I could stay here with him forever !

Just then my phone rang...I ignored it of course not caring who it was. The only person who mattered at the moment was lying right next to me fingerfucking me on blanket...

 

[Newstart]

If life gets better than this then I haven’t heard about it, lying in the sun with a beautiful woman, stroking her clit, knowing that she’s loving it and she's telling me about her past, not just because I asked her, but because she wants to.
She wants me to know all about her.

"My stage name was Peaches!"

“Really, I wonder why?" I whisper as I continue circling her clit with my finger for a while longer and nibbling on her nipples.
I pull my finger from her and put it in her mouth, kissing her as I do so that we share the taste.
“It’s because that’s just how you taste, sweet and peachy and when you cum in my mouth you taste of peaches and cream.”

Bella’s phone rings and I wonder if it’s her stepdaughter but she ignores it and we continue kissing and touching. She is so responsive and whimpers as I massage her G spot with my finger.
I kiss her again, exploring her mouth with my tongue.

“When we get to the hotel I’ll run a bath for us. You can lie between my legs and I’ll wash you everywhere, top to bottom, front to back, my slippery hands all over your breasts and all your delicious nooks and crannies and some places I bet you’ve never been touched before and then we’ll go out for dinner. I know a good rib shack – not the kind of fine dining you’re used to but something down home where ordinary folk like you and me go to eat.

You’re going to wear your 501s and a T, nothing else - no bra, no panties. That’s an order, and by the time we get back to the hotel you’ll be wet and begging me to fuck you … and I will, just like Lionel Richie sang … all night long.”