I’ve always been a horny housewife with an insatiable appetite for sex. You know that movie 9 1/2 Weeks? The one where Mickey Rourke plays a total stud who fucks Kim Basinger’s character into a mindless slut? I can’t even count how many times I’ve watched that film late at night, frigging my needy cunt and imagining I’m Kim. Mmm, the way Mickey grabs her and takes her anytime, anywhere…it makes me so fucking wet.

So you can imagine my heart nearly stopped when I was out collecting charity clothes and came face to face with the spitting image of young Mickey! Chas was his name and holy shit, he looked like he just stepped out of my wildest fantasies. I had to know if he fucked like Mickey too.

I rang his doorbell, my cunt already quimmy in my panties cause that’s my natural state. Chas answered in nothing but a towel hung low on his hips. Fuck. His eyes raked over my body and I felt stripped bare, my nipples hardening under my thin blouse.

“I know this might seem forward, but, I couldn’t help but notice how much you look like Mickey Rourke,” I blurted out. “I’d do anything to be with a man like him, even just once.”

Chas smirked and stepped aside. “Care to come in and find out?” Oh god yes! I practically skipped into his house, my pussy dripping down my thighs.

He closed the door and leaned against it, that towel doing nothing to hide his thick bulge. “Let’s see then. Strip for me.”

My hands shook as I started to unbutton my blouse. “Wait right there,” he commanded. “Take them off on the coffee table.”

I perched my ass on the edge, legs spread, and slowly dragged my clothes off. Jesus he was sexy, staring at me like I was a juicy steak. When I was naked, he ordered me to stand and dance. I swayed my hips, swishing my hair, putting on a show.

“Enough. Crawl to me. Beg for my cock with your eyes like a good whore.” I sank to my hands and knees and crawled to him, gazing up at him wantonly. Chas grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled me to his crotch. “Get to work, slut.”

I nuzzled his abs, mouthing at the damp towel. He yanked it off and slapped his massive dick on my cheek. “Suck it, momma.” I parted my lips and took him in deep, moaning at the heavy weight on my tongue.

What followed was two hours of the most incredible, raw, animalistic sex of my life. Chas used me like the cumrag I am, pounding my pussy six ways to Sunday. He bent me over the couch, spread my ass on the stairs, fucked my face. I was reduced to a babbling mess, completely addicted to his cock.

Finally, he shoved me to my knees and stroked off above me. Thick ropes of jizz splashed over my upturned face and I opened my mouth to catch it, guzzling down every drop. I came untouched like a bitch in heat.

An hour later, I sat in Chas’ bed, seeing stars, his cum still dripping from my cunt. He lit a cigarette and passed it to me with a wink. “Forget to ask about the clothes, huh?” I giggled, utterly fucked stupid. I wiggled my toes and shrugged. The only charity I cared about was the cock he’d just given me!

Hot wet kisses! – Cassisdy

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