He Has A Plan

Denise tried not to look disappointed as she stepped inside. Mr. L worked days and his wife worked second shift at the hospital. Usually, there was no babysitting involved, unless it was 'baby' sitting on Mr. Lougheed's cock. Denise resigned herself to reading Billy a story and returning to the living room where she would watch porn on her phone and finger herself off, waiting for her clients to come home.

As Mrs. L put on the finishing touches, Mr. L cornered Denise. "I have a plan. I will need your help getting Betty in bed when we get home. Not wanting an anniversary fuck, she will undoubtedly get herself drunk. Then you and I can have fun." He winked, as he peered down Denise's blouse.

To seal the deal, Denise shoved her hand down her panties, withdrew a moist finger and let Mr. L lick it clean.

The couple left. Denise went upstairs to put Billy to bed, reading him a bedtime story and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

Around eleven, she heard the garage door close and went to see if any help was needed. Sure enough, Betty was three sheets to the wind and it took a while to get her in bed. When they were finished Mr L. came down to the den and sat back on the lounge, his pants unzipped and his semi-hard cock in full view. Because of his corpulent size, he preferred being ridden as Denise well knew. She began by doing a languid striptease. When she got down to her bra and panties, she gave him a lap dance, feeling him harden as she ground against his ever increasing size. He may be a fat, bald slob, she thought, but he has a magnificently long cock.

She stood up, unfastened her bra, freeing her lush tits and wobbling them in his face. He tried to grab them with his teeth, but failed, at least for now. Denise escaped and removed her lace boyshorts, revealing her neatly trimmed blonde bush and a prominent clit just made for sucking. Denise proceeded to undress Mr. L and push him flat onto the lounge chair. "Do you want to eat me first, or fuck me first?" she said, her knees straddling his face.

He breathed deeply, taking in her generous scent. His eyes glazed over with lust. "Sit on my face. I didn't get desert tonight."

Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, feeling his nose as it brushed against her clit. "Are you gonna kiss your wife goodnight with me on your lips?" she asked wantonly. His cock twitched as his tongue burrowed into the cleft of her cunt. As he slurped and sucked his hands gravitated toward her generous breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he feasted on her pussy. She could feel the orgasm building deep within and just before she was about to cum, she dismounted. "I wanna cum on your cock. I wanna feel you explode in my tight teenage pussy. Don't you want that?"

"Fuck yeah!" he grunted as Denise impaled herself on his thick, long meat. Her orgasm rippled through her body, her cunt clasping and unclasping his cock, silently urging him to fill her, to breed her, his cum splashing against the walls of her womb.

Denise gathered up her clothes and a wad of bills, feeling his cum as it soaked through her panties, stopping only long enough to get a finger full of his cum and suck it clean. "Until next time, Mr. L."