House Keeper with Benefits
of
Max Turner
genre
straight
Mrs Bull, my housekeeper and I had enjoyed several encounters during her twice weekly visits to my home. It seems Mr Bull was not looking after her physical needs. She was in her late fifties, rather plump and enjoyed gossiping to me about others in the village. One day, in the kitchen, she was telling me how when she was taking the family dog for his evening walk and she had come upon her neighbour’s car parked in a woodland clearing. As she got closer, she was able to see he was in there with a woman who was not his wife. Mrs Bull went on to describe in some detail what the two in the car got up to. I was taken aback by her graphic description of their antics and also noticed she was quite flushed clearly enjoying the salacious gossip. After she’d finished her tale, I was walking behind her to go through to the lounge. On a whim I leaned down and whispered in her ear “You’re very naughty to watch your neighbour enjoying himself.” And at the same time, I patted her ample rump. To my surprise she leant back onto my hand and giggled like a thirteen-year-old school girl.
Not one to pass up on such an obvious invitation I wrapped my arms around her comely waist and pulled her back onto my rapidly hardening cock. Giggling she gasped “What are you doing sir? Now you’re the one being very naughty.” Dipping one of my hands down I lifted the front of her skirt and with the other I plunged down to cup her crotch, all the time nuzzling her neck. Her knickers were damp with secretions from her pussy. I slipped my hand through a leg hole and deep into her soft bush of pubic hair. “Oh sir, oh sir, what are you doing?” she gasped without putting up any resistance to my plundering.
“I’m going to bend you over the table Mrs Bull and then you will take your knickers down to give me access to this lovely wet pussy so I can fuck you rigid.”
“Oh sir, you know I’m married. I shouldn’t be doing this!”
“When was the last time your husband gave you a good seeing to?” I asked as we shuffled towards the kitchen table. All the while my fingers were exploring her plump, wet pussy.
“It has been a while now I must admit.” She said quietly.
“And how do you find relief. How do you scratch that special itch, Mrs Bull?”
She chose not to answer that particular question.
We were just in front of the table now and as I applied gently pressure to her back she willingly leant forward onto the surface.
“Mrs Bull, you need to lower your knickers for me.”
“Oh sir, I shouldn’t be doing this” she whispered whilst at the same time reaching under her loose skirt and pulling the knickers down to her knees and then letting them fall to the ground.
I stood back and lifted her skirt. Her full round backside was on display. A lovely sight to my eyes and joy of joys she was wearing stockings. There were wisps of dark pubic hair fanning out from the rosebud of her arse and below, the luscious full lips of her cunt were clear to see. Each lip engorged by her state of arousal and protruding out of the mass of her pubic hair. They glistened in the light, moist with her secretions. I ran a finger lightly between the lips. She was very wet and clenched her buttocks when my finger tip reached her anus.
Mrs Bull moaned quietly. “Please sir, do me now. I need you to do me now,”
I unzipped my trousers pulled out my cock and slid easily into Mrs Bull’s cunt. It was gloriously warm, moist and accommodating. She grunted in pleasure as I slid in and out again with every thrust. Running a hand around her waist and down to her pussy I found her clit. It was fat and protruding just like a little boy’s cock. I held it between two fingers and lightly squeezed. She pushed herself down into my hand.
“Pinch harder sir. Please.”
Never one to refuse a lady I pinched, really hard. Mrs Bull grunted “Again.” I did and she grunted before quivering all over as she orgasmed. My cock and balls were coated in her secretions and my thrusts were accompanied by lewd squelches. Taking my hand from her clit I brought it back around to her rosebud arsehole. It was soaked in her secretions and so when I put my thumb her second hole it plopped in with almost no resistance. She became even more animated squeezing and relaxing her anus, all the while giving those little grunts of pleasure.
“So, you like your back-door serviced. Eh Mrs Bull?”
“Yes sir, it’s a long time since anyone paid any attention to my arse.”
“How long Mrs Bull?”
“Since I was just 18, sir.”
“One of your first boyfriends, I suppose?”
“No sir it was my father and brother. Mother said they were not to take my virginity as I had to be pure for when I married.”
I was completely by surprised both at her candour and ease at talking of such matters.
I pushed on with my questions, whilst thrusting firmly into her warm, wet pussy. “Did your mother not object to you father having sex with you?”
“Oh no sir. When father was in bed with me my brother was usually in bed with her.”
All of this time we were rutting like a couple of demented teenagers. I was getting close to my orgasm so eased up my pace and reached again for her clit. Pinching and flicking it brought Mrs Bull to another couple of violent and very wet orgasms. In addition to her pussy juices each orgasm caused her to release squirts of piss that ran down her thighs. Having given her pleasure, I picked up my tempo and rammed my cock deep into her wet sloppy cunt before emptying my balls. I kept my cock buried deep in her.
“Mrs Bull, that was a very enjoyable fuck. Thank you.”
“Are we finished sir? It’s such a long time since Mr Bull has given me pleasure, I could carry on.”
Still with my cock deep in her pussy I said “We are indeed finished Mrs. Bull I have a meeting to attend. When I take my cock out, I want you to immediately pull your knickers up.”
“But sir, that will mean your spunk will leak out when I’m shopping in the village and I have to go to the Post Office and there’s always a queue and people might see it running down my stockings!”
“That should give you an extra thrill, my cuddly slut. Are you ready to pull those knickers up?”
Meekly she said “Yes sir.”
I withdrew my cock from her lovely wet, warm pussy. She did as instructed, and pulled her rather large knickers up.
I slipped my cock back into my trousers, patted her generous backside and said "I look forward to the next time, Mrs Bull."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir." She replied as I left the kitchen.
Not one to pass up on such an obvious invitation I wrapped my arms around her comely waist and pulled her back onto my rapidly hardening cock. Giggling she gasped “What are you doing sir? Now you’re the one being very naughty.” Dipping one of my hands down I lifted the front of her skirt and with the other I plunged down to cup her crotch, all the time nuzzling her neck. Her knickers were damp with secretions from her pussy. I slipped my hand through a leg hole and deep into her soft bush of pubic hair. “Oh sir, oh sir, what are you doing?” she gasped without putting up any resistance to my plundering.
“I’m going to bend you over the table Mrs Bull and then you will take your knickers down to give me access to this lovely wet pussy so I can fuck you rigid.”
“Oh sir, you know I’m married. I shouldn’t be doing this!”
“When was the last time your husband gave you a good seeing to?” I asked as we shuffled towards the kitchen table. All the while my fingers were exploring her plump, wet pussy.
“It has been a while now I must admit.” She said quietly.
“And how do you find relief. How do you scratch that special itch, Mrs Bull?”
She chose not to answer that particular question.
We were just in front of the table now and as I applied gently pressure to her back she willingly leant forward onto the surface.
“Mrs Bull, you need to lower your knickers for me.”
“Oh sir, I shouldn’t be doing this” she whispered whilst at the same time reaching under her loose skirt and pulling the knickers down to her knees and then letting them fall to the ground.
I stood back and lifted her skirt. Her full round backside was on display. A lovely sight to my eyes and joy of joys she was wearing stockings. There were wisps of dark pubic hair fanning out from the rosebud of her arse and below, the luscious full lips of her cunt were clear to see. Each lip engorged by her state of arousal and protruding out of the mass of her pubic hair. They glistened in the light, moist with her secretions. I ran a finger lightly between the lips. She was very wet and clenched her buttocks when my finger tip reached her anus.
Mrs Bull moaned quietly. “Please sir, do me now. I need you to do me now,”
I unzipped my trousers pulled out my cock and slid easily into Mrs Bull’s cunt. It was gloriously warm, moist and accommodating. She grunted in pleasure as I slid in and out again with every thrust. Running a hand around her waist and down to her pussy I found her clit. It was fat and protruding just like a little boy’s cock. I held it between two fingers and lightly squeezed. She pushed herself down into my hand.
“Pinch harder sir. Please.”
Never one to refuse a lady I pinched, really hard. Mrs Bull grunted “Again.” I did and she grunted before quivering all over as she orgasmed. My cock and balls were coated in her secretions and my thrusts were accompanied by lewd squelches. Taking my hand from her clit I brought it back around to her rosebud arsehole. It was soaked in her secretions and so when I put my thumb her second hole it plopped in with almost no resistance. She became even more animated squeezing and relaxing her anus, all the while giving those little grunts of pleasure.
“So, you like your back-door serviced. Eh Mrs Bull?”
“Yes sir, it’s a long time since anyone paid any attention to my arse.”
“How long Mrs Bull?”
“Since I was just 18, sir.”
“One of your first boyfriends, I suppose?”
“No sir it was my father and brother. Mother said they were not to take my virginity as I had to be pure for when I married.”
I was completely by surprised both at her candour and ease at talking of such matters.
I pushed on with my questions, whilst thrusting firmly into her warm, wet pussy. “Did your mother not object to you father having sex with you?”
“Oh no sir. When father was in bed with me my brother was usually in bed with her.”
All of this time we were rutting like a couple of demented teenagers. I was getting close to my orgasm so eased up my pace and reached again for her clit. Pinching and flicking it brought Mrs Bull to another couple of violent and very wet orgasms. In addition to her pussy juices each orgasm caused her to release squirts of piss that ran down her thighs. Having given her pleasure, I picked up my tempo and rammed my cock deep into her wet sloppy cunt before emptying my balls. I kept my cock buried deep in her.
“Mrs Bull, that was a very enjoyable fuck. Thank you.”
“Are we finished sir? It’s such a long time since Mr Bull has given me pleasure, I could carry on.”
Still with my cock deep in her pussy I said “We are indeed finished Mrs. Bull I have a meeting to attend. When I take my cock out, I want you to immediately pull your knickers up.”
“But sir, that will mean your spunk will leak out when I’m shopping in the village and I have to go to the Post Office and there’s always a queue and people might see it running down my stockings!”
“That should give you an extra thrill, my cuddly slut. Are you ready to pull those knickers up?”
Meekly she said “Yes sir.”
I withdrew my cock from her lovely wet, warm pussy. She did as instructed, and pulled her rather large knickers up.
I slipped my cock back into my trousers, patted her generous backside and said "I look forward to the next time, Mrs Bull."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir." She replied as I left the kitchen.
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