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4471Della had finally had enough. She no longer lived but merely existed. In her late forties she was far from past her sell by date but she could hardly s uppress the panic and despair she felt at the thought that this was it this is as good as life got.
Shed married young to a then handsome man called Peter and for a while theyd been happy together loves young dream. Years passed th ey had children the children grew up and moved away and with it went the love and desire from their relationship. It seemed as if over night her husband had lost all virility turning into an old man before her eyes. She was no spring chicken herself but she had always made the effort tried to look good. But for what? Peter certainly wasnt interested anymore. They didnt even sleep in th e same room these days let alone make love. It wasn t for want of trying on De lla s part. She d paid for several dirty weekends away for them both (Peter ha d either cried off blaming work commitments or had fallen asleep after too man y drinks in the hotel bar) had spent hundreds on sexy lingerie and outfits to tease him out of his hermit s cave only to be brushed off and called an attent ion seeker. When she had suggested they see a therapist together he had flown into a rage and not spoken to her for days after. All these disastrous attempt s at rekindling some sort of passion had left Della feeling severely deflated. She felt insanely hurt at first then the hurt gave way to resentment. She fel t unloved unwanted like a child who competes for attention only to be ignored or rebuffed.
Della felt like she was withering away she may as well have turn ed celibate Here she was in her sexual prime with no loving or attentive partn er with whom to share her passion. Instead she spent hours locked in the bathr oom fucking herself like crazy with one of her growing collection of sex toys. Even this did not subdue her needs if anything it stirred her up even more. T here was another underlying fear she felt; overwhelming urges that threatened to boil over and spill out from her. Dark urges utterly debauched and dirty on es that she could never share with Peter. He would blanch every time she so mu ch as tried to kiss him on the lips or grab his hand. He would freak out compl etely if she were to even hint at the perverse thoughts and desires she harbou red.
So she went about her day to day drab existence trying to block it all ou t until one day she caught sight of herself in the mirror and she knew it had to change.
It was one lonely afternoon sat at the kitchen table leafing throu gh the local paper that she happened upon a discreet article in the small ads. She d thought about calling an Escort agency but knew there was no way she co uld afford or justify the expense. Seeing the advert jerked her to attention. She had heard rumours many years ago about a backstreet bar that was little mo re than a knocking shop where loose people went to pick up. As she read the ad vert she realised that her heartbeat had sped up at the very thought of going to such a place...a place where the darkest of her sexual needs could be met w ith no strings attached.
The club was a seedy dive on the outskirts of the cit y a place she hoped she would never bump into anyone she knew. Nerves churned her stomach making her want to heave but taking a deep breath she walked purpo sefully from where her taxi had dropped her and towards the clubs entrance; a dark dank doorway. The stench of sweat and stale cigarette smoke hit her as s he braved a dark corridor hearing loud music up ahead. Now or never. She told herself. She was here to find men. Not just 1 man but a group if she was lucky .
Standing rather conspicuously by the crumby bar it wasnt long before a tall heavy-set man approached her moving in on her like a predator sniffing her as he did so. Della flinched not sure if out of fear or excitement as his beer s aturated breath slapped her in the face. Despite her disgust she could not dis guise the familiar pulse emanating from between her thighs. He wasted no time asking what it was she was looking for in such a club. She tells him in hushed tones and he looks at her for the briefest of moments before giving a nod ins tructing her to go and wait outside at the back of the club. As he sloped off back into the shadows she turned swiftly on her heel doing as she was told.
S he found her way outside and gratefully stepped into the night air only to be met with another unpleasant odor of piss. Still she edged past upturned beer c rates and debris and found a dark wet corner to wait in. The whole time she wa s battling with her urges and her conscience but before she had chance to back out she heard footsteps approaching her. Out of the shadows came dark figure after dark figure at least eight men in all. They circled her fencing her in l ike a caged animal. Without a word each man unzipped his flies and pulled out a cock until she was confronted with a wall of dicks all of varying lengths an d fatness. A few of them were slapped against her face pushed into her hair an d she could smell their unmistakable musky odours all around her.
Dont just look at them suck them bitch. Came the brusque order followed by another sting ing slap across her cheek. Hesitantly she ventured forward craning her neck bu t before she knew it a heavy hand grabbed her hair savagely jerking her mouth onto one of the many cocks. The man began to fuck her face hard forcing his me mber right into the back of her throat making her gag and heave on it. Strings of saliva oozed down his cock and he laughed mirthlessly as he fucked her som e more. She was aware of the other men all around her sensing their hands pump ing on their cocks as they watched on. Again her head was pulled and another p rick slammed into her face thicker than the last. It felt like her lips were g oing to tear as the man crammed his entirety inside. The men were grunting and groaning as they watched and waited their turn to face fuck her mercilessly.
Some of the cocks tasted vile unwashed and unkempt making her want to throw u p but the need to have them violate her was too strong and she went through th em all each time feeling her mouth and throat pounded roughly until she though t she would pass out.Yeah thats it you whore take it all. groaned one man Dee p throat me cunt. Spat another. Della had no choice. All this time she felt he r pussy spilling endless amounts of creamy juice out and over her thighs. Her clit was beyond hard and pleaded for her to touch it. Her hair was wet with sw eat and spit and pre-cum her makeup smeared all over her face.
Then the men ea sed off and stood in their circle Della on her knees in front of them on the h ard stone floor. She couldnt clearly see their faces in the dark but she coul d see them wanking their cocks faster now hear their breathing becoming thick and fast. She could hold back no longer and sank all her fingers deep inside h er sopping wet cunt crying out with pain and pleasure as she did so fucking he rself hard watching the men intently and waiting for their cum.
It wasnt lon g before one by one the men began to shoot great streams of hot cum all over h er. Grunting above her they wanked and shook their spunk so it rained down soa king her hair dribbling down her face and front over her clothes. Feeling the copious jets of milky cum all over her was too much for Della and the force at which she orgasmed caused her to lose her balance and fall back. The men laug hed at the stupid whore laying on the floor rolling around in filth and jizz b efore zipping themselves back up and without any further conversation they lef t her there returning to their beers.
Although totally defiled Della was utter ly sated. Picking herself shakily up from the dirty concrete she did what she could to compose herself and hurriedly left the sleazy hole. She was grateful to catch a cab without having to wait at the curb now self conscious at her be draggled appearance. Finally she arrived back home. Quietly unlocking the back door she slipped inside taking care not to make any noise as she did so. Cree ping up the stairs and into the bathroom she quickly showered removing all tra ce of her cum-hungry slut alter ego. Then she tiptoed across the landing to he r room pausing at the door to the spare room where her husband lay in bed snor ing loudly and completely none-the-wiser.Live Jasmin Adult Sex Cams - Sex stor ies of naked girls and guys making you horny? Try chatting live while watching some of the hot sexy cam girls guys and trannies online at Live Jasmine Cams.
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