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OK. Another quick slutty one here. Yes, I’ve been doing several of these lately, but I have a couple other types in the works. If my big-titted submissive MILF stories aren’t your thing, stop reading now.
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Yes, it is improbable, and the plot is unrealistic. Yes, I need an editor. Yes, it’s stupid. This is a stroke story. If that’s what you want to comment on, then stop watching porn to see how the plumber actually fixes the sink. This is fiction, people. Reality ends where the truly warped area of my mind begins.
“Please! Please! Anything you want. I’m begging you. I’ll lick your pussies. I’ll lick your ass. I’ll let you fuck my ass, then lick the dildos clean for you. Anything at all. Just, please let me cum!” Yeah, I said that.
Pathetic, isn’t it? The truth was that I would have done anything to cum at that point. The real pathetic part of it was that I am totally straight! I never even had the slightest desire to get down with another woman. That thought actually sickened me a little. Don’t judge me. You spend the last six hours naked and being kept at the very edge of orgasm, then tell me that you wouldn’t be begging too.
I was strung up with my hands tied stretched out above me to a tree limb, and my ankles were strapped to stakes in the ground spread apart. Well, I wasn’t actually completely naked. I was wearing my 5-inch stiletto CFM pumps, nipple and clit rings, a butt plug, and a thin gold chain around my waist that continued down between my ass cheeks and back up through my pussy lips to connect to the waist chain in the front. There was also a thin gold chain connected between my nipple rings. I was also wearing a lot of red stripes all over my body from the whipping I had received six hours ago.
OK. So, I should probably back up a bit here. Sure, I made some bad decisions that led to it, but it wasn’t anything that I sought out to do. I really had no clue that I would piss off all my female neighbors that bad. It wasn’t like I set out to cause any problems. I mean, I wasn’t purposely flashing their husbands. Seriously, It’s my house and my backyard. Granted, I really didn’t care too much if anyone saw me, but I wasn’t deliberately trying to flaunt myself to anyone. I was just being myself and being comfortable on my own property. How the hell is that my fault?
OK. s. I’m a 40-year-old woman with shoulder length red hair, green eyes, pretty face, and shapely body. I keep fit by spending an hour or two in the gym several days a week. Svelte, unfortunately, is not in my DNA. Nature blessed sugar daddy me with a rather large bust (40DD) and generous hips. Hours on the Stairmaster and stationary bike keeps me fit. I no longer use a treadmill or run. The last time I did that, it caused a riot in the gym because my ginormous titties were bouncing all over the place as I was running. Instead, about a gazillion crunches and lunges have my waist trim and flat while my ass causes multiple car crashes when I walk down the street in tight leggings. Not that it really had a whole lot to do with anything, but I am 5’6″ tall. Some people just want to know things like that.
