The water running down Miranda’s body was almost too hot but that was how the blonde parole officer liked it. Her fair skin quickly changed to red as she massaged a vanilla scented body wash into her sore muscles. Miranda’s body ached but it was a delicious feeling. Each faint bruise and the ache between her legs were a reminder of how Miranda had spent her Sunday.
Nude and completely vulnerable, the parole officer had hung suspended in a secret warehouse the entire day. Though not entirely by her own choice, Miranda had relished being used by six members of Austin’s tight law enforcement community. Trent, a Round Rock police officer was to blame. Shortly after Miranda had arrived in the state capital, Trent had texted her. He knew her secret and he had made one thing clear, Miranda was his to use. It should have been a problem but it wasn’t. Miranda was a coin carrying member of Sex Addicts Anonymous and the truth was, the young parole officer didn’t want Trent to stop demanding sexual favors. In fact she craved more.
The sound of her phone ringing startled Miranda from her thoughts. Glancing towards the sound, Miranda groaned inwardly. It was probably her sponsor. Since Trent had bent Miranda over the hood of his black and white police cruiser, she had been avoiding Misty. The redheaded woman was also a member of Sex Addicts Anonymous. Misty was very nice but Miranda no longer desired recovery. She just wanted to fuck and be left alone. Miranda had happily told guilt “Good-bye.”
The chirp of her phone stopped as Miranda washed the last of the body wash away. Pulling back her blue striped shower curtain, she grabbed a white towel and stepped out of the tub. Her mood was good. Still drowsy from the day’s activities, Miranda slowly dried her slender body. A slight abrasion on her left knee bore witness. Miranda had spent a lot of time recently sucking cock. The thought of all those men playing with her body made Miranda smile as she slipped into a short black robe. It was fuzzy and soft and felt good against the parole officer’s sensitive skin. Wrapping her still dripping hair in a towel she left the small bathroom attached to her bedroom. Right now, all the blonde wanted was to doze before reality TV.
The doorbell sounded and was followed by three sharp raps. Confusion widened Miranda’s slanted green eyes. It was after midnight. Unable to image who could be knocking on her door so late, Miranda headed to the front door. Long red hair was all she could see as she peered through the peephole. “Fuck!” It was Misty, her sponsor.
Miranda froze. She just didn’t need this bullshit.
“Miranda, I know you’re there. I’m worried about you.” The forty year old mother of three sounded sincere and Miranda knew she was. In the program for over twenty years, Misty cared and cared a lot. Before finding Sex Addicts Anonymous the redhead had worked in the sex industry. After losing control at a bachelor party one long ago Friday night, Misty had decided to turn her life around. Within four years Misty was a middle-school teacher, newlywed, and a crusader for the twelve-step program.
Miranda stood a little taller and forced a smile across her face as she turned the deadbolt. Opening the door she looked up to her sponsor and lifted her eyebrows.
“Well, you’re not returning my calls; what was I supposed to do?” Her voice was soft but her words firm as Misty pushed past Miranda into the two story townhouse.
“No worries. I’m fine. I apologize for not returning your calls. Time got away from me … emergencies at work…” Miranda’s voice trailed off as Misty turned to face her. The redhead’s hazel eyes weren’t amused and the parole officer knew she sounded lame. “Please, come in.”
Misty led herself into Miranda’s small living room and took a seat on the brown leather couch. Bookcases lined two walls and were full of books both read and anticipated. A small wooden rocker sat to one side of the couch and a large matching ottoman filled the center. Vintage album covers were framed and dotted the plain white walls.
“Well, do you want to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to ask?” The older woman might live a sedate life but she still exuded sexuality. From the tight C breasts that she had bought in her former life down to her flat abdomen and generous hips, Misty was still in her prime. Now she peered at Miranda with serious hazel eyes.
“I’ve been busy. That’s the truth. I’m going to get a glass a wine. You’re welcome to one too.” Miranda turned without waiting for a reply. She didn’t feel like being cross-examined. She didn’t feel guilty. Entering her galley style kitchen, Miranda grabbed the wine opener magnetically stuck to the fridge and pulled a bottle of Conundrum from the plain white fridge. The blended premium white wine was Miranda’s favorite and she had been saving it for a special occasion. An intervention wasn’t what the parole officer had been imagining when she stretched her budget for the rare treat.
Taking two wine glasses from the wooden drying rack next to the sink, Miranda poured a “healthy” portion for herself and Misty. Plastering a smile on her freshly washed face, Miranda returned to her sponsor.
Misty took the glass extended her way. “Thank-you, now please sit. I’m not here to jump your ass. I was truly worried.”
Sitting next to Misty, Miranda pulled her legs beneath her on the worn leather couch and took a long sip of the chilled wine. “I appreciate that. I really do. But you have nothing to worry about, I’m fine.” Seeing the look of disbelief on the older redhead’s angular face Miranda continued on, “I really am.” She sounded defensive. Miranda knew that and it made her feel even more defensive.
“So are you seeing someone special?” Leaning forward Misty smiled. As she did her blue blouse gaped open. Perfect cleavage with a light dusting of freckles was revealed and Miranda couldn’t help but notice. The middle-school teacher’s breasts were full and threatened to spill from the gray tank that barely held them in. “Are you listening?”
Startled, Miranda realized she had been staring. It was the freckles on her sponsor’s cleavage that had gotten the parole officers attention. Miranda wanted to see more. With a crooked smile on her face, Miranda raised her wine glass and took a long swig. Miranda finished off her glass as Misty sat waiting for a response.
“Sorry … um, there has been something I wanted to talk to you about.” Miranda’s voice was soft and low as she reached both her hands out towards her sponsor. As tired as she was, Miranda could feel herself beginning to ramp up. The signs were always the same, a rapid heartbeat and moisture between Miranda’s pale thighs.
Immediately Misty relaxed. This was why she had driven across town in the middle of the night. She wanted to help Miranda. Be there for her. Smiling sweetly Misty took the other woman’s offered hands and gave them a firm squeeze of assurance. “Go on, you can tell me anything … no judgement here.”
Grasping her sponsor’s hands tightly, Miranda looked up and replied, “I’ve been fucking; I’ve been fucking a lot and it’s been great. No guilt.” The blonde’s voice grew more intense as she spoke and Misty tried to pull her hands back. Miranda didn’t let go as she continued. “Now I want to show you what I’ve learned.” Abruptly, the petite blonde pulled the taller redhead towards her.
As Misty fell forward, Miranda caught her in her arms. Before the sponsor could protest, Miranda grabbed a handful of Misty’s long hair. Pulling Misty’s face up to hers, Miranda spoke. “I want you … there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s natural; Misty, it’s not a disease.”
Misty was shocked. She knew she shouldn’t be. Miranda was a sex addict. Before the older woman could protest, Miranda’s lips descended. Though the hand twisted in Misty’s hair was firm, the parole officer’s kisses were surprisingly soft. Misty felt a small thrill shoot through her and panic descended. The middle-school teacher was a faithful wife. With a show of force, Misty pushed Miranda back. The blonde let go of Misty’s straight hair and smiled.
Standing up, Misty felt anger rising in her. Before the middle-school teacher could speak, Miranda stood. Her voice was soft as she looked up to her sponsor, “I’m not sorry. I want you Misty. There is nothing wrong with pleasure…” Miranda’s voice trailed off as she waited for Misty to respond. The older woman just stood there with her heart racing.
Looking up into Misty’s hazel eyes, Miranda recognized the look of hunger on the beautiful redhead’s face. Anger still radiated off Misty but it was quickly being replaced by desire. It had been years since the bisexual woman had felt another woman’s lips on hers. Miranda’s soft mouth had ignited remembered ecstasy. The combination of anger and lust were too much and Misty grabbed the shorter woman’s head with both hands.
It was all Miranda desired and she moaned softly and bit her lower lip. The sound of submission emboldened Miranda’s sponsor. Misty forgot her husband, Will. She also forgot that the woman she was holding needed her help. There was only one thing the forty year old MILF was focused on−bending this woman to her will. With that thought in mind, Misty began devouring the younger woman’s mouth.
Two pair of lips, both feminine and dark pink met in an explosion of emotion. Misty was furious at the younger woman. The redhead was also quickly becoming overwhelmed by the sexual energy now bristling beneath her lightly tanned skin. Miranda was in heaven. Her sponsor had taken control. It was obvious in the way Misty now held the willing parole officer. Long slender fingers twisted in Miranda’s shoulder length hair painfully as Misty gripped the younger woman’s head. Passion continued rising between the two as Miranda allowed her black robe to fall open.
Pulling back, Misty shifted her gaze. Miranda stood boldly without a trace of shame as she felt her sponsor studying her nudity. Misty’s eyes widened as she took in the condition of Miranda’s pale body. Miranda’s large breasts were slightly bruised and her dark pink nipples appeared still swollen. Fingerprint bruises could be seen forming on her amply curved hips and the abrasion on Miranda’s left knee looked fresh.
“Well, you have been a bad girl, haven’t you?” There was no reproach in the hot redhead’s voice. No, only the sound of lust could be heard as Misty continued staring at the sex marks on Miranda’s lush body.
Looking up to Misty, Miranda smiled wantonly and licked her lower lip. It was all the encouragement Misty needed. The tall, athletically built woman felt something deep and primitive move inside of her. Gone was the responsible wife and mother. What remained was Misty without boundaries.
“Drop your robe.” Said as Misty released the younger woman. Miranda stumbled back with a surprised yelp.
“Yes ma’am.” A surge of pleasure shot through the young blonde as she listened to the need in her own voice. It didn’t make sense. Just minutes previously, Miranda had been exhausted, used up. Now, the familiar urgency had returned. Miranda no longer fought what felt preordained. A glaze of sensuality entered Miranda’s slanted green eyes as she let her favorite robe drop to the floor. Her body tingled all over as she stood exposed to Misty’s domineering stare.
The look on Miranda’s sponsor’s face said everything. Misty wanted the blonde. Misty’s beloved twelve-step program didn’t even cross her mind. Slowly Misty inspected what was being offered without reservation. Miranda’s large, firm breasts stood proudly with engorged nipples. A flush had colored Miranda’s normally pale skin. Emerging pale bruises traversed Miranda and the marks on the blonde’s body only further enflamed Misty.
Miranda felt herself beginning to tremble under her sponsor’s scrutiny. Moisture was leaking onto her thighs and Miranda could barely stand the anticipation. The naturally submissive woman had only recently been “persuaded” into pleasing a female detective and Miranda had been pleasantly surprised. Miranda loved eating pussy. But that hadn’t been the only thing that Miranda had learned. Being dominated by another female was hot. A thrill shot through the horny young woman as she waited to be told what to do.
The blonde’s arousal was obvious and Misty felt herself tightening deep within. Tingling erupted all over the redhead’s body as she lifted one hand slowly. Taking Miranda’s small chin in her hand, Misty lifted the younger woman’s head slightly.
“Remember, you asked for this.” Misty spoke as she ran one slender finger down the side of Miranda’s face. Passion burned in Miranda’s green eyes as she nodded her head.
Still staring at Miranda as if in a daze, Misty stepped out of her low heeled clogs. “Let’s go to your bedroom,” added as the tall redhead continued undressing.
Miranda didn’t hesitate. With a small laugh of delight, the young blonde woman turned and headed down the narrow hallway. Misty slowly walked behind watching Miranda’s ass wiggle. A smile much like that of a contented cat entered the beautiful older woman’s face as she unbuttoned her dark blouse. It had been too long since Misty had taken another woman and she rapidly dropped her remaining clothes behind her.
Miranda hopped up on the blue coverlet that covered her full sized bed. Now on all fours, she looked over her shoulder and began to speak. The sight of Misty in the dimly lit room silenced the parole officer. Miranda hadn’t missed how hot her sponsor was under her conservative garb. But Misty literally radiated all things womanly and she did it with finesse. Long dark red hair hung to the tops of her firm size C breasts. Long dark pink nipples stood proud and announced just how excited the middle-school teacher really was. A perfectly flat abdomen that had to represent hours in a gym lead to the prettiest pussy that Miranda had ever seen. Completely bare, Misty’s perfectly symmetrical lips were the dark rose of her nipples. The scent of Misty’s arousal was both sweet and musky and Miranda inhaled deeply as she smiled up at her sponsor.
Misty stared at the woman on all fours and couldn’t wait anymore. Slapping Miranda’s pale butt cheek sharply, Misty instructed the object of her desire to scoot over. Flipping on the overhead light, the redhead climbed onto the four poster bed.
“Roll over, I want to look at you.” Misty’s words were music to Miranda’s ears and she happily complied. With a sexy smile, the blond lay back on her elbows and spread her legs. Miranda loved to be looked at and wiggling a little she adjusted her curvy hips. Miranda wanted Misty to have the best view possible.
The redhead stared at Miranda’s bruised and battered body. Despite the obvious use of her body, the young parole officer’s pussy glistened with desire. Her bare lips were already slightly parted and Misty immediately noticed.
“You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” The words the middle-school teacher chose were harsh but her tone wasn’t. Misty liked Miranda. The older woman always had. Ever since Miranda had asked Misty to be her sponsor, Misty had felt a kinship with the younger woman. The married woman knew all too well the temptations of the flesh.
The scent of Miranda surrounded Misty and she felt herself move. Straddling the other woman, Misty grabbed both of Miranda’s large size D breasts, Misty squeezed the sore flesh. Miranda’s body responded immediately and she let out a yelp. The feel of a female was sweet in Misty’s slender hands. It had been years since the mother of three had let the beast out. Twisting Miranda’s sensitive pink nipples, Misty felt herself let go completely. Touching, tasting and controlling the curvy blonde was all the redhead could think about. Misty’ most base side was not only at the party, it wanted control.
Misty’s slender legs gripped Miranda with muscles toned by hours of structured exercise. The forty year old MILF had known she was exceptionally beautiful since she was very young and Misty hadn’t let time diminish her at all. She liked looking better than other women and Misty’s husband Will liked it that way too.
Misty knew if her silently coiled husband could see her now, he would approve. More than once, Will had made it clear. He wouldn’t mind if his bisexual wife took a lover. The only condition, of course, was that Will wanted to watch.
Misty though about texting Will but the beast whispered, “It can wait.” With no more hesitation, the married woman began to pull Miranda’s nipples more aggressively. Small whimpers entered the air and Misty felt a clenching deep inside. Moisture ran down her slightly freckled thighs and mingled with Miranda’s own excitement. The combined aroma was intoxicating and Misty began to rub her bare pussy into the younger woman. Grinding her clit into Miranda, Misty lowered her head and nipped at the tender flesh she was playing with.
Moans small and almost cat-like exited Miranda as Misty lavished her ample breasts with attention. Miranda groaned as she watched her sponsor playing with her nipples. Arching her back, the parole officer whimpered louder and grabbed Misty by the back of the head. Pushing up, Miranda pressed her breast further into Misty’s mouth. The tingling deep within the blonde grew and began to demand release.
“Harder … please.” Miranda whimpered in need.
Misty didn’t need any more encouragement. The feel of a woman’s nipple in her mouth after so many years was exhilarating and Misty happily began to bite the engorged flesh. “Almost” too hard was exactly how Miranda liked it and she thanked Misty in a voice both low and throaty.
“Oh God, yes.” Miranda continued wiggling and gasping as Misty kept abusing the younger woman’s pink flesh.
Continuing to grind her engorged labia into Miranda’s pelvis, Misty lifted her head. Her almond shaped hazel eyes were no longer the same. The only way to describe the look on the middle-school teacher’s face was crazed. Lust had taken over and the primitive was on the move.
Red hair cascaded down the nude woman and previously concealed tattoos were on full display. Two half-sleeves of Asian inspired art in hues of red and orange gave Misty an exotic look. The masterpiece that had taken hundreds of hours and even more dollars continued down Misty’s slender back. The woman was exotic to look at and Miranda was enjoying the view.
With feline-like movements, the breathtaking forty year old began to move down Miranda’s wiggling body. Small kisses and nips left a trail of desire down the blonde’s abdomen. Pausing, Misty inhaled Miranda’s aroma. The salty sweet scent made the married woman’s mouth water. With a hand on each side of Miranda’s curved hips, Misty stared at what screamed for attention. Highlighted by a dark blonde landing strip, Miranda’s pussy gaped open. Moisture pooled between the parole officer’s pale thighs and Misty liked her lips unconsciously.
Watching her sponsor, Miranda thought she would scream. Need was twisting deep inside and Miranda lifted her hips and whimpered.
“Patience … I want to look at you. It’s been so long … too long. Your pussy is perfect.”
Pleasure from Misty’s words radiated through the younger woman and she whispered, “Please.”
Misty blew a little air over Miranda’s engorged clit and the blonde groaned. Smiling, Misty blew a little harder. This time Miranda voiced protest. “Misty, stop teasing … please.”
Misty was enjoying Miranda’s discomfort. She was especially enjoying the little pleas for pleasure. That was a game Misty’s husband liked to play. At times, Will would make her beg. As much as Misty enjoyed her dominating husband, right now she was thrilled to be in charge.
“Tell me what you want?”
With a groan, Miranda responded, “I want you to lick me … please.”
“Where … tell me where you want to be licked!” Heat radiating from Misty as she spoke.
“My pussy, please Misty … I need to cum.”
“You do, huh?” Said as Misty leaned down and kissed right above Miranda’s clit. With a laugh, the older woman continued, “How many times have you cum today? You are such a slut, Miranda. A beautiful, hot slut. Aren’t you?”
“Yes … please lick me, please!” Urgency filled Miranda’s voice.
“Tell me what you are,” the middle-school teacher was enjoying herself.
“I’m a slut … a horny slut. I don’t know how many times I’ve cum today. I really don’t! I’m a sluuuttt!!” Just hearing herself say the words made Miranda feel even more crazed with lust. The truth was, the young parole officer loved everything about being a slut and it felt good to admit it.
With a sexy grin, the redhead flicked Miranda’s swollen clit with her tongue. As Miranda thought relief was on the way, she heard her sponsor speak.
“You can wait. It’s my turn.” With the grace of a woman that had danced for a living, Misty moved up the younger woman’s body and placed one knee on each side of Miranda’s head. Before Miranda could complain, the slender MILF crawled onto her forearms. Misty lowered her bare pussy onto Miranda’s face.
Grinding her muscular ass, the tattooed woman spoke, “If you want to cum dirty girl, you better get to work.” A sound guttural in nature entered the small feminine bedroom as Misty felt Miranda’s tongue strike.
Misty’s flavor entered Miranda’s mouth. Making “yummy” sounds, the blonde parole officer ran her tongue between Misty’s perfectly symmetrical lips. Juice smeared all over Miranda’s freshly scrubbed face as she continued making long strokes from clit to anus.
Coiling deep in Misty rose and the science teacher began to rock back and forth. Misty’s pale curved hips stood out in contrast to her decorated back. In the dimly lit room, the redhead looked almost too good to be true. Misty was an improbable fantasy.
Miranda struggled to breathe as she drank from Misty. Soon, Miranda’s sponsor began to seek release. “Oh God, Miranda … lick harder.” Misty’s voice was ragged as she felt her climax building.
Misty ground her throbbing clit against Miranda’s pink tongue. More and more of Misty’s sweet nectar slipped into the parole officer’s mouth as Miranda lapped at Misty’s folds. The taste of pussy was exquisite to Miranda. There was no doubt the younger woman was enjoying her work as she wiggled beneath Misty’s bucking form.
Pleasure was the only thing in Misty’s mind as she arched her slender backed. Small yips and gasps were forced from the older woman as Miranda circled her tongue rapidly against the swollen nub dominating her open mouth.
“Don’t stop … don’t stop!” Misty’s cries became louder and louder. “Oh shit … Miranda!” Misty lifted her head and moaned as she tugged on her own dark pink nipples. Freezing, Misty pushed down harder. A sound primal in nature ripped through the sex scented air as Misty orgasmed.
Slurping sounds joined Misty’s screams as Miranda swallowed the liquid flooding her mouth. Misty gasped as she squirted. Sensations became too intense and the school teacher tried to jump away from the tongue that wouldn’t stop.
Miranda wasn’t finished and grabbed Misty’s muscular thighs firmly. Struggling Misty sought to shake the parole officer’s grip. The blonde refused to let go. Detective Jennifer Lyons had trained Miranda well. Jennifer had driven Miranda mad as the detective had forced one orgasm after another from the trapped parole officer. Now, Miranda was enjoying doing the same to her sponsor.
Misty continued fighting against Miranda’s hold as the parole officer continued suckling Misty’s tender flesh. Soon the struggle ceased as need made itself known again in the redheaded MILF. Now, Misty was whimpering. Jolts of electricity shot through Misty. Her hazel eyes were glazed as Misty again began to approach orgasm.
Faster and faster Miranda licked at her sponsor. Misty’s delicious cum dripped off Miranda’s angular face as Misty began rocking back and forth. Her lightly tanned ass clenched and unclenched as Misty again began to squeeze and fondle her own large breasts. Twisting and turning her sensitive nipples, Misty arched her back and tilted her slender neck back. Misty’s long red hair hung free and wild. Moans of an animal left the school teacher as Misty once more reached relief.
Her climax was even more intense then the first and Misty as she came into Miranda’s waiting mouth. Swallowing the delicious liquid, Miranda kept her hold on her sponsor. Misty didn’t even have a chance to resist before Miranda was driving the hot MILF towards her third orgasm.
With raw shrieks, Misty squirted for a third time. This time Miranda allowed the redhead to escape. Falling onto her back with legs spread wide, Misty continued making small sounds of ecstasy. The forty year old glowed in contentment.
Miranda sat up. Her face was shiny with moisture as she studied Misty. Licking her pink lips, Miranda smiled and whispered, “My turn.”
Misty immediately sat up and hopped from the bed. “Don’t move.”
Miranda watched in surprise as Misty streaked from the room. Frustration began rising in the blonde. Miranda need to cum.
“Here we go … I want you to pose for me.” Misty carefully pointed her cell phone at Miranda’s nude form. “Miranda … I want you to get on your back. Prop yourself against the headboard and spread those legs for me”
Miranda didn’t move. “What are you doing? Why do you want to take photos?”
“I’m sending them to Will, my hubby. He’s going to want to play too.” As Misty heard herself speak, she knew it was the truth. Her tall husband was sexually charged and having two women at once was his number one fantasy.
Holding up her smartphone, Misty stood nude. “Pose for me Miranda.”
Miranda was more than happy to comply. Her body was screaming for relief. Scooting back on to the pillows shoved against the headboard, Miranda leaned back and spread her legs. A smile sexy and slow spread across the parole officer’s face. This was comfortable territory. Miranda loved to perform.
Cupping both of her large breasts in her hands, Miranda pressed the firm mounds together. Leaning her head forward, Miranda began to lick at her own erect nipples. Never taking her eye off of Misty, Miranda continued playing with her own breasts.
Misty was enjoying the show Miranda was putting on for her benefit and continued snapping pictures of the wanton young woman.
Releasing her breasts, Miranda let her red-tipped nails travel down the curves of her body.
“Touch your pussy … show Will what’s waiting for him.” Misty’s voice was hoarse in the dimly lit room. Her hazel eyes were unfocused as she continued taking photos.
Immediately Miranda did as instructed. Her clit was aching with unreleased need and the parole officer wanted to touch herself. Drawing her pale knees back, Miranda spread her legs further. Pale pink lips opened further and moisture glistened between the young woman’s legs. With a moan of pleasure, Miranda took one finger and begin to circle her engorged nub.
“No … I want you to finger yourself. You can wait to cum.” Misty was enjoying Miranda’s continued discomfort.
Miranda slipped one slender finger into her hot folds.
“Another one.” Said as the redheaded MILF continued snapping shots of Miranda.
The parole officer added another finger.
“Another one.” The sight of Miranda fingering herself only made the middle-school teacher more excited. “Another.”
Soon, the young parole officer was pounding herself with four fingers. Misty continued taking photos. After a few more shots of Miranda masturbating, Misty addressed the blonde, “Roll over and stick your ass in the air. Will is an ass man.”
Rolling over on her stomach, Miranda put her face into the blue coverlet and pushed her amply curved ass into the air.
“I bet you love it in the backdoor. Pull your cheeks apart. Show my hubby what’s waiting.”
Miranda didn’t even hesitate. The thought of Misty’s reserved husband claiming her ass was thrilling. Wiggling her bubble butt playfully, Miranda opened herself to be photographed.
“I knew it. You’re an ass slut. Will is in for a rare treat.” Misty smiled. Rear entry wasn’t her favorite and Misty knew Will would be overjoyed when he found out that ass was on the menu. “Stay like that … you look great. I’m texting Will now.” Misty selected five photos. Next to the picture of Miranda pulling herself open with her backdoor revealed, Misty added, “All yours.”
Setting her phone on the wooden nightstand, Misty gave Miranda a swat on the ass. “Go open another bottle of wine; I think it’s going to be a long night.”
The parole officer’s body was still throbbing with need as she did as instructed. Heading down the narrow hallway to her kitchen, Miranda heard Misty’s phone begin to chirp. A smile crossed the blonde’s face as she pulled another bottle of white wine from the fridge. Her sponsor’s husband must be in shock.
Miranda had only seen Will once or twice since she had asked Misty to be her sponsor. Tall, lean and muscular, her sponsor’s husband was hard not to notice. Though quiet by nature, the forty something man bristled with restrained energy. Now, the man Miranda had thought was off-limits had just been invited to use her. The pressure between Miranda’s legs increased as she headed back to her bedroom.
Handing one glass of wine to Misty, Miranda took a long swig of hers. The parole officer’s petite body was flushed with desire. Taking a drink from the glass Miranda had handed her, the redhead smiled with satisfaction. Misty was pleased. Just like the married woman had thought, her husband hadn’t been upset to receive nude photos of the younger blonde. Will was delighted. Especially about the picture inviting him into the young parole officer’s tightest opening.
Misty let her husband play around her back door. The mother of three never really told her hubby, no. But Misty’s husband could tell it wasn’t his wife’s favorite thing to do. So it would be an unexpected treat for Will to get what he craved, control over a woman’s most forbidden spot.
Pleasing Will mattered to Misty. His pleasure truly was hers. Smiling, Misty patted the bed next to her. Miranda’s sponsor couldn’t wait to give the younger woman’s ass to Will. The thought of her husband’s face as he pounded Miranda’s backdoor excited Misty. The middle-school teacher could barely wait for the live sex show to begin.
As the two waited for the sound of the doorbell, Misty continued to tease the younger woman.
“Misty, you’re being cruel!” Though Miranda was laughing the aroused woman wasn’t really joking. The blonde’s sponsor just smiled and continued stroking Miranda’s curves.
“Okay, I’ll stop for now,” Misty took a swig of wine. Smiling, Misty added, “Let’s dress you up for Will. My guess? You have plenty of slutty outfits.”
Misty wasn’t entirely wrong. Miranda had recently been buying sexy lingerie. The parole officer loved the way the revealing outfits made her feel, like a gift, ready to be unwrapped. Hopping from the bed, Miranda hurried to her secondhand wooden dresser. Miranda tugged the bottom drawer open and began pulling one wispy piece of clothing after another out of the deep drawer. Grabbing the pile of outfits designed to incite, Miranda dumped the sexy garments on the bed beside her sponsor.
With a small squeal, Misty began going through Miranda’s new purchases. Pausing as she held up another outfit for inspection, the middle-school teacher declared success. The short pink nightie was made of a stretchy material that promised to hug Miranda’s curves. It was form-fitting and low-cut but that wasn’t what had caught Misty’s attention. The back of the pink nightie had three slits held together with blue bows. Miranda’s ample ass would be framed and highlighted for her sponsor’s husband.
“Come on. Let’s go get pretty for Will. My husband appreciates a female that knows how to prepare herself.” Misty felt the truth of her words. Moisture pooled between the MILF’s muscular thighs as she imagined getting the younger woman “ready.” Placing the pink outfit to the side, Misty headed into the parole officer’s small bathroom.
Without asking, the redhead began pulling makeup from beneath Miranda’s bathroom sink. Selecting a few products she wanted to use, Misty pointed to the closed toilet and motioned for the younger woman to take a seat. “My guess is my husband will speed the whole way here so we better get to work.”
Closing her eyes, Miranda relaxed into her sponsor’s care. With practiced ease the former call girl and mother of three transformed Miranda’s freshly scrubbed appearance. The young blonde woman slowly began to look like a woman who had given herself to debauchery. Miranda’s slanted green eyes were heavily lined and sparkled with glitter. A complexion that was slightly rosy by nature was now flawless and looked doll like. High cheekbones were made even more prominent by carefully applied blush. Finishing with a flourish, Misty painted a muted shade of red on Miranda’s full lips.
“There! You look hot Miranda; check yourself out.”
Standing, Miranda headed into her bedroom and stood nude before the tall full-length mirror propped in the corner. The blonde woman smiled at her reflection.
“You like looking like a sex toy … don’t you? Misty’s slender arm circled Miranda’s waist as she spoke and Miranda giggled in response. “Go get dressed. Will should be here any minute … don’t forget stockings. Will loves stockings. Now I’ve got to get ready.” With that Misty released the younger woman and grabbed a piece of orange fluff off the parole officer’s bed. Turning Misty felt her excitement growing as she returned to the attached bathroom.
Quickly Miranda slipped the elastic material over her head and wiggled the snug material around her curves. Large firm breasts threatened to escape in the low cut outfit but it was Miranda’s backside that screamed for attention. The young woman’s bubble-butt was even more pronounced looking than usual. Pulling on one white stocking at a time, Miranda watched herself in the full-length mirror. The parole officer knew just how slutty she looked as she prepared herself for another woman’s husband.
“Let me see,” Misty stood staring. The redhead had performed a little more magic on herself. A sheer orange teddy barely cleared Misty’s rounded hips. The bodice was black lace and Misty’s firm C’s were squeezed together and also threatened to escape. “Perfect…” Before the middle-school teacher could finish speaking, the doorbell rang. Both women looked towards the sound. “Slip on some heels; go answer the door.”
Misty hung back as Miranda grabbed a pair of clunky white heels and slipped her feet into them. “Go on … don’t make my husband wait.” With that, the older woman slapped the younger woman on the ass and again told Miranda to get moving.
Wobbling a little from the swat Misty had given her, Miranda headed in the direction of her front door. Eyes glowing with desire, the married woman followed behind the blonde. This was going to be fun.
Even in her ridiculously high heels, Miranda had to tip-toe to look through the peephole. The parole officer’s heart was racing as she snuck a look. Tall, slim and athletic, Will stood there leering at her. His pale eyes were trained on Miranda as if the muscular man could feel the scantily-clad woman’s presence behind the solid door.
Will’s fantasy was waiting inside. The thirty minute drive to Miranda’s townhouse had been excruciating. The picture of the blonde parole officer on her knees with her ample hips in the air had kept replaying through the business man’s mind. Miranda’s face had been pressed into the mattress and the petite woman’s hands held her full cheeks apart. Knowing it was his wife that had taken the picture of Miranda’s tightest opening made the picture even hotter for Will. Unable to stand the wait any longer, the happily married man rapped sharply on the door.
With a giggle, Miranda jumped back. Will’s knock sounded wonderfully demanding to Miranda and with a sexy grin on her face, the younger woman opened the door. “Please … come in.”
Casting his eyes around for his wife, Will returned Miranda’s smile and entered the feminine room. Misty stood waiting. “Hey Babe.” Will slipped his tattooed arm around his wife’s narrow waist and pulled Misty roughly towards him. “You never fail to surprise me … but this time…” Shaking his head, Will kissed his grinning wife.
Pulling back, Misty turned to Miranda. “Be a sweetheart and go get my husband a beer and hurry, I don’t think Will’s feeling patient. The large bulge in her husband’s Levis had been more than obvious. “Follow me.”
Will didn’t have to be told twice and followed his wife into Miranda’s living room. Sitting back on the leather sofa, Misty’s husband removed his ball cap and ran a large hand over his cleanly shaven head. The forty something man might live in the suburbs and carpool his children back and forth between school activities but he was no sissy. Raised in East Texas, Will had grown up knowing how to take a punch and radiated masculinity.
“Excited?” Misty took a seat on the large ottoman next to the sofa.
“Oh Babe, you fucking rock my world.” Grabbing Misty by her long hair, Will pulled his wife in for another passionate kiss.
Carrying a simple black tray with three longneck bottles, Miranda joined the married couple. “Here you go.” Smiling a little shyly, the parole officer handed both Will and Misty a Dos Equis beer.
Sitting back, Will placed his left arm on the back of the couch and took a long drink from the frosty bottle. “Miranda, fuck you look hot. Turn around slowly. I want to look at you.”
Miranda felt herself winding up as she felt Will’s gaze. Moisture was pooling between her legs and Miranda’s breasts ached to be touched as she did as instructed.
“Stop!” Miranda was facing the opposite wall as Will studied the three slits that ran down the petite woman’s back. Tingling erupted throughout the parole officer’s body as she listened.
“She’s got a great ass, doesn’t she?” Misty looked at her husband. Will’s angular face wore the face of a predator as he nodded his shaven head. Will was a man that appreciated a woman with more than her share in back. “You get to do anything you want back there. Miranda is no light-weight. Right, Miranda?”
With a small laugh, Miranda jiggled her hips and shook her head no. “May I turn around now?”
“Of course, please.” Will watched Miranda turn.
Standing, Misty stood behind Miranda. Smiling over the shorter woman’s head, Misty wrapped her arms around Miranda’s waist. Pulling the uninhibited woman towards her, Misty again grinned naughtily towards her husband.
The sight of his wife holding a petite scantily dressed blonde in her arms was a dream come true to Will. His wife’s bisexuality had been the focal point of more than one masturbation session. The married man had encouraged his wife to enjoy another woman more than once. But Misty had always turned her husband’s offer down. As a sex addict Misty had feared losing control over her desires.
“Undress her for me.” Will’s voice was lower as he spoke. The tightening in his balls was becoming painful. Miranda didn’t mind that Will wasn’t speaking to her. The blonde knew she was a gift.
Taking the stretchy pink fabric in her hands, Misty slowly pulled the nightie over Miranda’s head and tossed it aside. The middle-school teacher grabbed both of the shorter woman’s large breasts and lifted them. Squeezing the two firm mounds together, Misty leered over Miranda’s shoulder. Will grinned at his wife. “Damn, I’m blessed,” he thought to himself.
Looking at the willing woman in his wife’s arms, the married man felt his need beginning to make demands. The blonde’s pale skin was flushed and bruised. Miranda knew how she looked standing there. Completely nude, except for white stockings and high heels, the parole officer was a vision. Large pink nipples were being played with by another woman as Miranda moaned softly. The blonde’s body was luscious. A slightly rounded belly led to a dark blonde landing strip. The rest of Miranda was completely bare.
Misty made sounds of approval as she watched her husband stand and begin to strip. Miranda’s sounds of approval joined Misty’s as Will pulled his snug Harley Davidson shirt over his head. The parole officer had already known that her sponsor’s husband was athletic but Will’s body exceeded her expectations. Muscles that were lean and appeared chiseled led to a six pack. Like his wife, Will sported tattoos on both arms. Unlike Misty’s tones of red, Will’s body art was a compilation of the nautical in pleasing shades of blue.
Both women watched as the tall well-built man slipped out of first his cowboy boots and then his loose fitting Levis. Sculpted muscles continued. Will looked strong. Hooking both of his thumbs under the band of his navy colored briefs, Will released his straining cock. Eight inches stood proud and rigid. Will’s cock was smooth skinned and the dark pink head was already leaking precum. Looking to his wife, Misty’s husband spoke. “Babe, turn Miranda around.” Will’s voice was low and he spoke about Miranda as if she were an inanimate object. This pushed every one of the parole officer’s buttons. Miranda felt thrilled as she listened to herself discussed as if she were no more important than a sex toy.
“My pleasure, Sweetie. Consider this an early anniversary gift.” The redheaded mother of three licked her lower lip unconsciously as she slowly spun Miranda around. Misty didn’t even bother to make eye contact with the younger woman she was manhandling. “Nice?” Said as the happily married woman squeezed Miranda’s firm cheeks.
Dark bruises on both sides of Miranda’s ample hips stood out in contrast to her fair skin. The hand sized discolored flesh might as well have said, “For fucking-Hold here.” The marks were “hot” and Will approved. “Very nice … thank you, Babe. Now show Daddy what’s hiding between those delicious looking cheeks?”
Misty’s hazel eyes became even brighter with unreleased lust. The redhead loved it when Will went into what she called his “Dirty Daddy” mode. With complete authority, Misty’s husband enjoyed exerting control over his “Baby Girl.”
“Look at what’s all yours Daddy.” Misty sounded a little unsure, the married woman always felt a little silly when she first addressed her husband as Daddy. But it never took long before Misty would feel herself submitting to her husband’s dominance. After that, everything he demanded, Misty gave.
Miranda shook her hips sexily as her sponsor opened her backside for inspection. Leaning into her sponsor’s soft breasts, Miranda burned with desire. The little exhibitionist adored being studied. The scent of Miranda’s arousal entered the living space as the parole officer felt moisture leaking down her thighs.
With a look of expectation, Misty watched her husband. The exotic beauty covered in tattoos wanted to give Miranda to her husband. It bothered Misty that no matter how hard she tried to enjoy anal, its appeal continued to elude her. As far as Misty was concerned, the unnatural act just wasn’t fun. Moaning a little to herself, Misty caressed Miranda’s battered flesh.
“Oh, Baby Girl, you’ve done good…” Will’s words drifted off as he stared at Miranda’s tight wrinkled opening. “I’m not going to be able to wait.”
“You don’t have to Daddy.” This time Misty didn’t feel silly at all. She felt pleased because the one she obeyed was pleased. “Miranda, lean over the ottoman.”
Without thought, the younger woman did as instructed. The brown leather felt cool under her bare skin as Miranda crawled onto the large piece of furniture. With her slim arms extended, Miranda stood bent over with her legs slightly apart. With her ass pushed into the air, it was obvious that Miranda was comfortable in her new position.
Misty moved in front of the ottoman with Miranda facing her. Leaning over the blonde, Misty again opened Miranda’s bubble-butt.
Looking at his wife with adoration, Will moved behind the exposed woman. As the married man lined his mushroom shaped head up against Miranda his expression changed. Unfettered access to a woman’s ass had been Will’s number one fantasy for decades. Not only was that dream about to come true, his wife was encouraging him to fuck another woman. It didn’t get better.
With a small thrust, Will watched the head of his cock disappear with a pop. A guttural sound entered the room as Miranda felt her already sore flesh stretched.
“Thank-you.” Will’s words turned into sounds primitive in nature as he plunged balls deep into Miranda’s rectum. Holding the submissive woman by the hips, Will lined his hands up with Miranda’s fuck-bruises. The thought of cocks filling the blonde’s ass one after another stoked Will’s excitement and he increased his speed.
One rough thrust quickly followed by another made Miranda whimper. Having a cock in her bowels drove Miranda crazy. Not only were the sensation rocking through her body exhilarating, Miranda relished feeling like a dirty little slut, and there was nothing more demeaning than begging to have one’s ass filled.
“You like dick in your ass little girl … answer me, do you like dick in your ass?” Will slapped Miranda’s ass sharply as he continued battering her sore flesh. “Come on, tell Daddy how dirty a girl you really are.”
Miranda didn’t need any more encouragement. “Augh … I love it! I love having my dirty hole pounded. Don’t stop!”
“Lick my pussy.” As Miranda was bouncing back and forth, Misty guided Miranda’s head to her bare pussy. “Awww … there. Lick!”
Misty’s flavor once again became Miranda’s reality as she lapped at her sponsor.
Miranda suckled greedily at Misty’s engorged nub as Will continued pounding her from behind. Every so often, the business man and father of three slapped Miranda’s ass sharply. Her little yelps of pain made Will’s balls clench painfully as he continued assaulting the tender flesh hugging his cock.
Misty held Miranda by her blonde hair firmly as the younger woman licked at her sponsor’s clit furiously. The redhead kept her eyes on her husband. Watching Will’s large cock filling Miranda made Misty feel crazed in a good way. The schoolteacher couldn’t really believe what she was doing. But sharing Miranda with her husband was the hottest experience of Misty’s life.
“Baby, let’s flip her over. I’m getting close.” Misty felt herself nearing the end as she spoke. But the mother of three wasn’t ready. Letting go of Miranda abruptly, Misty stepped back. Miranda looked up at Misty with a face sticky with juice.
It took all the self-control that he had to stop. Sliding his throbbing cock from Miranda, Will again slapped the blonde’s ass. “Hop up, you heard my wife.”
Miranda stood with a little wobble and smiled up at Will. Without thought the father of three stoked Miranda’s upturned face. “You really are adorable.”
“Miranda, take my husband to your bedroom, come on.” Misty’s face was flushed as she spoke. All the married woman wanted was more … more licking, more nibbling and more fucking. Not once had Misty’s cherished twelve-step program entered her mind. The only thing Misty wanted to “turn over” was Miranda.
Miranda’s slanted eyes were a little unfocused as she crooked her finger towards Misty’s husband and began moving towards the master bedroom. Will came up behind Miranda and with a laugh slapped her full ass playfully. With a squeal, Miranda looked over her shoulder and begin moving faster.
Watching Miranda walk in stockings, heels and nothing else made the coiling in Will’s belly tighten even further. Eight rigid inches led the way as Will followed the petite woman into her feminine space. Even though the bedside lamp cast a soft light around the space decorated in blue, Will wanted a better view.
Tall and brimming with masculinity, Will loomed over Miranda as she stood waiting by her full sized bed.
“Sweetie, you feel like having you cock sucked?” Misty stood in the doorway as she spoke. The married woman knew it was a silly question but it felt good to ask. Will just nodded his shaven head, “Yes.” “Miranda, be a sweetie.”
The blonde parole officer tilted her head up to Will as she slowly lowered herself on to the floor. Never taking her green eyes off Will’s angular face, Miranda licked her lower lip. Will didn’t even try to be gentle as he grabbed the back of Miranda’s head and lead her open mouth to his cock.
On her knees now, Miranda greedily licked at the smooth skin as Will guided his rock hard cock into her mouth. Salty precum filled Miranda’s mouth. So did her own musty taste. Miranda knew she should protest; Will had just been in her ass. The truth was that being “dirty” made the young woman hornier than anything else. So Miranda continued hungrily sucking on Will’s impressive cock.
“Fuck … oh fuck … that feels fucking amazing.” Groans joined Will’s words as Miranda’s warm mouth enveloped him. Twisting his hand in Miranda’s blond hair so that she couldn’t move, the tattooed man thrust balls deep.
Gagging and choking, Miranda softened her throat and allowed Will to fuck her face. Thrust … thrust … thrust …thrust … breath, was the pattern that Will had set. Every fourth plunge down the blonde’s throat, Will paused and allowed Miranda to gasp a quick gulp of air.
Misty was enjoying the show. Watching her husband’s beautiful cock assaulting Miranda’s face made Misty burn between her legs.
Will wasn’t sure how long he had battered Miranda’s throat. Misty’s husband did know he was getting close to orgasm so he released the younger woman. The forty something man wanted to hang on as long as possible. With teary eyes, Miranda sat back on her knees choking.
Reaching down Will took Miranda by the hand and pulled the gasping woman to her feet. Taking her slender jaw in his hand, Will studied Miranda’s smeared makeup and tousled hair. “You look even better, now hop up on the bed.”
Miranda climbed onto the disheveled linens. The scent of the two women’s sex till hung in the air as she rolled onto her back.
“Perfect.” Misty joined Miranda on the bed. Leaning over Miranda, Misty kissed the younger woman passionately.
“Babe, sit on her face.” Will climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Miranda’s pale legs. Pushing Miranda’s knees in the air, Will once more guided himself to Miranda’s rectum. With one of Miranda’s knee in each hand, the athletic man pushed his mushroom shaped head against Miranda’s tiny wrinkled opening.
As Misty straddled the younger woman’s face, Miranda arched her back and yelled. Will plunging with all his force was what made Miranda scream. It was Misty’s gaping pussy landing on her mouth that made Miranda stop. Sticking her tongue deep into her sponsor, Miranda relished the sweet slippery juice.
Misty pulled on Miranda’s long pink nipples as she ground against the younger woman. Will on the other hand began rubbing the parole officer’s clit as he continued ravishing Miranda’s incredibly soft ass. The married couple loved having a living breathing toy to play with. Miranda loved the attention.
Miranda was in heaven. She had a big cock filling her ass, a pussy grinding on her face and four hands stroking and teasing her. With cum running down her chin, Miranda felt her need begin to accelerate.
Will started circling Miranda’s clit more aggressively as Misty squeezed and pinched Miranda’s breasts. The scent of their sexes combined and enveloped the three withering bodies. Moans and gasps both loud and quiet joined the pagan dance. Soon the twisting deep inside Miranda became overwhelming as she felt herself approaching climax. Hips bucking, Miranda arched her back. Cum squirted from the parole officer as jolts of electricity ripped through Miranda. Will was soon bathed in Miranda’s release.
Misty soon joined Miranda in her ecstasy. Muscles clenching, the redhead screamed as wave after wave ripped through her. Watching his wife’s face as she climaxed was more than the married man could handle. Will’s face twisted into a snarl and he began thrusting more rapidly. Groaning loudly, Will felt his balls constricting and with a growl of his own, Will filled Miranda’s ass with hot sticky cum. Before Will could even take a breath Misty grabbed her husband’s face.
“I love you…” Misty’s words were cut off as Will pulled his wife into a passionate kiss. Body still throbbing, Will rolled onto his back carrying Misty with him. The couple’s kisses grew in intensity. Their passion was fueled by years of love and for a moment the young parole officer was forgotten.
As Misty continued cuddling the one she trusted most her slender hand reached out in search for Miranda. Gently tugging on Miranda’s arm, Misty encouraged Miranda to join her and Will. Miranda scooted over to the pair and begin planting small kisses on Will’s muscular back.
Will released his wife and rolled over onto his side. Heart still racing, Miranda crawled over and placed her head on Will’s stomach. Misty placed her in head the hollow of her husband’s shoulder and began stroking the he parole officer’s dark blonde hair.
“Mmmmm, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.” Smiling wrapped his arms around both women. Reality had been better than fantasy.
“Will, you know what Miranda did?” Instantly the parole officer became alert. She had no idea what her sponsor was about to say. “She made me cum three times.” Misty chuckled as she delivered the news. “I think she’s earned a reward. What do you think?”
Will’s squeezed the younger woman and laughed. “What did you have in mind, Babe?”
The mother of three smiled. Will didn’t just eat pussy. No, her husband made love to it. Will adored the aroma, the taste and most of all the way it made a woman let go. Hearing screams and filthy talk pour from the lips of a person he was devouring, satisfied Will almost as much as his own orgasms.
“I think you should show our little friend what getting your pussy ‘eaten’ really means.” Misty tweaked one of Miranda’s sore nipples as she spoke. The younger woman batted playfully at the hand that was now teasing her.
Misty sat up and leaned over Miranda. Her hazel eyes shown with affection as she gazed at the woman whose head was still resting on her husband’s six pack. A contented smile on Miranda’s face made her look younger than her twenty-five years.
“Come on, come be a pillow princess. You’ve earned it.”
Miranda tilted her head and looked at Misty and paused. The way Misty was studying Miranda made the younger woman feel a little “trembly” inside. Suddenly feeling a little self-conscious Miranda smiled a little shyly at her sponsor.
“Go on.”
Miranda didn’t need any further encouragement and quickly crawled to the top of the wooden bed. Leaning back on an oversized blue pillow, Miranda spread her slender legs. It didn’t take long before Will was kneeling between them.
“Your pussy is gorgeous. It really is.” Leaning in closer, the father of three inhaled deeply. The scent of the young woman was intoxicating and Will pressed his face against Miranda’s outer labia. Without any hurry, Will allowed himself to relish what was being given. Miranda lifted her full hips slightly in encouragement.
Smiling, Will whispered, “Patience.” The married man had no intention of hurrying. The sweet pussy pressing against his face deserved better. Placing one strong hand on each of Miranda’s pale thighs, Will opened Miranda further.
Wiggling, Miranda continued urging Will on. Slowly, the tattooed man ran his tongue down Miranda’s slit. The blond moaned deeply and then whimpered slightly as he continued licking slowly up and down Miranda’s lips. The taste of the parole officer was both salty and sweet and Will allowed his tongue to explore further. Now the athletic man’s tongue lightly flicked Miranda’s clit each time he licked.
“Please!” Miranda thought she might scream. Will’s casual approach was making her hot.
“Shhhh…” Misty stroked the side of Miranda’s angular face softly as she stared transfixed at her husband. Misty had been the recipient of Will’s expertise many times. But this was the first time the married woman had been able to sit back and watch her husband in action. The look on Will’s handsome face thrilled Misty. Pleasure filled the redhead and turning to Miranda, Misty began kissing the younger womanly tenderly.
Sighing, Miranda opened her mouth further to her sponsor’s soft lips. While Misty continued kissing Miranda, Will’s mouth began to seek more. Light licks became deeper and the athletic man soon was running his tongue from clit to anus. The sensations erupting in Miranda were overwhelming and soon Will was slurping the younger woman’s salty sweet nectar.
Misty pulled back and focused her attention on Miranda’s large firm breasts. While pinching one of the engorged nipples, Misty leaned over and nipped at the other highly sensitive nub. Tingling turned to jolts of pleasure traversing Miranda’s body. The married couple continued relishing Miranda’s body. The slow careful approach of the couple’s strokes, licks and nibbles made the parole officer feel cherished and her body responded in kind.
Soft little moans filled Miranda’s bedroom. Will’s tongue continued lapping lazily at Miranda’s hot slippery opening. The parole officer’s pussy positively gaped open for the married man. Miranda let out a groan as Will thrust his tongue deep inside her. In ecstasy, the younger woman arched her hips and whimpered for more.
Misty’s long red hair fell across Miranda as she continued lavishing attention on the younger woman’s breasts. Miranda slipped her fingers into the thick tresses and pressed Misty to her. Eyes closed, Miranda shuddered as she felt her clit being nuzzled. Making Miranda soar was all that occupied Will’s mind as he continued teasing her most sensitive spot. Round and round his tongue circled the swollen flesh.
Coiling deep inside began as Miranda felt one of the married man’s long fingers slip into her hot wet folds. Soon another one entered Miranda and Will began finger fucking the wanton parole officer. As he thrust his fingers in and out of Miranda, Will got serious with his mouth.
Firmly, the athletic man flicked the underneath of Miranda’s clit. He knew this spot on a woman’s clitoris was exceptionally sensitive and sure to make her scream. Flick … flick … suckle, this rhythm continued uninterrupted as Miranda’s body began to tense. Sensing the younger woman’s impending climax, Misty began twisting Miranda’s nipples roughly.
“Yes … yes … yes. Oh God this feels so…” Miranda’s words were interrupted as Will aggressively sucked on her throbbing clit. Withering in ecstasy, Miranda forgot everything but the pleasure ripping through her. As Miranda screamed her hot cum squirted into Will’s mouth. Noisily, the married man drank the salty sweet nectar.
Before Miranda had even finished her first orgasm, Will’s tongue struck her overly sensitive clit with force. Aggressively, the older man held Miranda in place. As the blond struggled to get away, Will continued licking the pink flesh. Soon Miranda’s struggles ceased as her legs fell wide open. Within seconds Miranda was moaning loudly as her second orgasm filled Will’s waiting mouth. This time, he let her escape.
Misty kissed Miranda affectionately on the head. The younger woman smiled up at her sponsor.
“I told you Will is amazing.” Misty caught her husband’s eyes and smiled.
Snuggling next to Misty, Miranda said, “I hope you will stay?”
Laughing, Misty replied, “You couldn’t make us leave.”
“Nope, I think this party is only getting started.” Will wrapped his arm around his wife. His muscular arm held both the women. Sighing, Will snuggled in and closed his eyes. All three drifted off to sleep with cum and smiles on their faces.
Chirp … chirp … chirp. Miranda’s alarm clock startled all three of the sleeping people. Will sat up first and looked down at the two sleepy women. The smeared eye makeup around Miranda’s green eyes made her appear younger as she smiled shyly at Will. Misty swung her legs around and stood.
“Oh … I got to go.” Looking at her husband and the nude woman lying before her, the middle-school teacher hated being a responsible adult. Without any more time wasted, Misty began searching for her clothes. Soon Will was doing the same.
Miranda sat up in bed and stretched. She had to get to her job as well. Slipping off her bed Miranda headed to her kitchen to make coffee. The nude parole officer was pretty certain she hadn’t set the timer the night before.
“I have to bolt … I’m sorry. I have a conference call.” Will spoke as he followed Miranda down the hall pulling his t-shirt over his head. Grabbing Miranda by her wrist, Will smiled and kissed her on the lips. “You, I want to see again.”
Misty hurried over to the pair and also gave Miranda a brief kiss. “I expect you at our house tonight … don’t you agree, Will?”
“Absolutely!”