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score_9, masterpiece:1.4, ripped clothing sex, ripped clothing, hetero, sex, He had met him as usual at his apartment and he had welcomed her in. This time, he had offered her red wine and a lunchtime sandwich which she had eaten gratefully. She had been very hungry. That first glass of wine, turned into a second and then a third. She was pleasantly relaxed and a little drunk as he sat next to her and kissed her. Her inhibitions seemed jaded and she had sluttishly responded to his kisses and allowed him to push her down on to the settee. He hovered over her, slowly undoing her blouse and unhooking her bra. He expertly seduced her, stroking and kissing her body, her neck and torso and then her mouth. He whispered, "You are a beautiful woman. You drive me wild with desire. I want you. I need you" His breath softly caressed her ear, followed by his tongue turning her on. She was lost in his world of soft caresses and aching need. He inched her skirt up and found she was wearing pantyhose. She felt embarrassed and wondered if he would approve. It seemed he did for he cupped her sex and moaned into her mouth. His hand ground into her over her clothing and ignited her sex into a throbbing mass. He teased her and felt the dampness of her desire seep through her panties and tights and onto his hand. He chuckled when he felt her natural instinct was to grind wantonly on to his palm, pressing her clitoris on to the heel of his hand. He leaned in to her ear again. His body by her side now, half on her, half on the settee. His leg trapped the nearest one to him. His shoulder trapped one of her arms. His active hand pushed the other leg wider, letting it hang on the floor and returned to torture her swollen sex. He masturbated her slowly, moving his hand up and down. She moved with him delightfully and he knew she was his for the taking. He wanted her complete surrender though, he wanted her to voice her need, acknowledge her lust for him. He wanted no repercussions for fucking her. He blew softly in her ear and murmured in his sexy accent, "Tell me what you want, I want you to tell me in graphic detail." His tongue made his words more enticing by dragging it slowly and wetly around her inner ear. She tried to fight it, she knew it was against her strict upbringing but she also knew it excited her more. She found her head leaning towards him and pleasant shivers down her neck responding to him. "Tell me," he demanded softly. "I want you!" she relented breathing hard. "Not good enough," he persevered. "Say it." "I want you to eat me, I want you to fuck me," she blushed at the unfamiliar dirty words that formed on her lips. His hand ground harder on her sex. She moaned. "Where?" he pushed for more, still tonguing her ear. "My pussy, I want you to eat my pussy," she succumbed. "What else is it called?" He was enjoying the fact this wanton woman was using words that were barely in her vocabulary. He wanted more from her. He wanted to shake her inhibitions to hell and back. She struggled to think of another word as his hand and tongue relentlessly teased her. "What else is it called?" He had said, pushing her to her limits. The moment the word had suddenly exploded in triumph in her brain, it had been expelled from her lips, "Cunt, I want you to eat my cunt. I want you to fuck my cunt" He kissed her thoroughly. "Good Girl, Good Slut!" He commended her and immediately ripped a hole in her pantyhose so he could reach her "cunt" as a reward. He pushed her panties to the side and plunged two fingers in to her straight away. He felt her drip in excitement at his teasing. He pushed right into her body and began to finger fuck her in a steady, commanding rhythm. She moaned in rapture and lifted her hips to take him deep as he pushed into her. He played with her, enjoying her writhing hip next to his crotch. She was teasing the hardness in his bulging pants without even realising it. Then he tipped her up. She was face up, with legs bent over as though in a partially complete backward roll. He tugged her skirt so it gathered out the way at her waist. He bottom and sex were facing up, presented to him to do as he wished. He tore the hole bigger, in her nylons covering her sex so it exposed her anus too. He held her panties to the side and "ate her cunt" just like she had asked him to. Her pussy was trimmed with blonde tight curls. He liked it. A new fresh pussy always excited him. A new fresh married pussy added to the forbidden mix and he briefly wondered the last time her husband had paid her such attention. He loved she had nylons on for him to tear. He kissed her sex deeply, rubbed his lips in her sweet nectar and nuzzled his nose against her sensitive bud. His tongue explored her thoroughly. She whimpered but was trapped in the position she was in. He tasted her uniqueness and detected the fresh scent of the shower she had had that morning. Then he parted her sex so he could see her pink inner flesh and dragged his tongue inside. He rimmed the entrances to her pussy and anus, taking his time and kneading her buttocks. He could see from his position she was watching him, before blushing and closing her eyes. Her small mewls and whimpers betrayed her desire. He knew she wasn't far from orgasm as she panted for him. His lips moved to suckle her clitoris and he plunged his fingers inside both her openings. He wanted that surrender but not yet. He slowed his teasing and sat her up. Then pulled her to her knees. She was a lovely sight, kneeling before him, breasts hanging free from her blouse and bra. He pushed the blouse off her shoulders to her elbows and pushed her bra up so he could see them. "Lift your skirt up to your waist. I want to see you exposed to me," he ordered softly. She did so, tucking it up carefully. She blushed again and knew she must look like a wanton slut she had seen once in a magazine belonging to her brother, many years before when she helped her mother tidy the house. She had quickly hidden it again under the mattress. She looked up to find he had taken his erection from his suit trousers. He had undone them and had stroked himself whilst she had adjusted her skirt. He took hold of her hair and guided her head to him. "Say what you want," he murmured in her ear. "Fuck my cunt," she answered not caring about anything now, except the wicked man in her arms. He smiled and led her to a table, over which on a wall behind, hung a big mirror. He turned her round so she could see their reflection and held her tightly against him. They both watched as his hands kneaded her breasts and massaged her pussy. The reflection was wicked, and showed the desire in her flushed body and open stance. Her mouth was open and eyes wide. She was panting and squirming against him. "You are a beautiful, sexy little vixen," he nuzzled into her ear. Then he bent her over, pulled her panties aside and drove his cock up to the hilt into her pussy. The force of the movement caused her to automatically put her hands out on the table.