I am Anne, a twenty seven year old housewife with a loving family. Due to the nature of work, my husband is mostly out of the city. He is a travel blogger. So, most of the days in a week, I am left alone at home with the kids. Not that I am complaining since I enjoy the solitude. I like to do the chores without disturbance and I am raising the children my way. However, it gets a bit lonely at nights. I have got carnal needs which are getting difficult to suffice with the vibrator in my drawer and someone made me enjoy the life and made me a silly good girl.
Nonetheless, last night I started to play with myself using my sex toys. I shall admit that my husband was not the one on my mind while I touched myself. Instead I thought about Mr. Russell. I shall introduce you to Mr. Russell with whom I had the best sexual experience in my life. I shall take you back to the days when I was pursuing a diploma in Chemistry from a renowned university in the UK. He was in his mid 40s and a bachelor. Most of the girls in my class had a crush on the juvenile personality but I was aware of his secret admiration for me.
He did try to touch me or brushed his elbows against my breasts and pretended to be sorry about it. I did not mind either since he was too attractive. The final semester was a roller coaster ride and I had to deal with a lot of personal issues which started to have a significant effect on my grades. I somehow had to come up with a plan to help my academic performance. I walked into the classroom after classes were over and decided to consult Mr. Russell. I found him engrossed in some paper work as always.
I purposefully wore my black leather skirt and the white spaghetti top had been pulled way down to reveal a considerable portion of my 34Ds. I have seen Mr. Russell stare at my legs whenever I wore my leather miniskirt and I was pretty sure he wanted to get into it. I spoke to him about my grades and to my disappointment; he kept looking at the papers. However, when I was about to leave the classroom, he wrote an address on a piece of paper along with a number and asked me to reach the address the upcoming Saturday.
I was a bit confused but did as I was told. At the moment, nothing else matter other than my grades. I wore a red dressed that barely covered my thighs and my best lingerie since I had anticipated the outcome. I reached the given address around 6 o’ clock by my watch. I rang the bell and waited patiently, several thoughts clustered in the back of mind. Mr. Russell answered the door in a white shirt and trousers and I must admit that he looked stunning.
He offered me a drink. Soon, one drink led to another and I was drunk enough to make out with him, however I was not sure if I wanted to fuck. But it was too late. I found myself in his bedroom, kissing him passionately, unbuttoning his shirt. Mr. Russell tied my hands, to my surprise and I did not complain since I wanted to go wherever he was taking me. The handcuffs were attached to the bedpost and his spanking me with a whip caught me off guard. I screamed in pleasurable pain that he was making me undergo. He ripped off my dress, and started to tease me with the whip, running it all over my body and tits. He whipped my nipples and my pussy.
I looked into his eyes, when he sealed my mouth with leather and I knew there was no going back. He pinned clamps to my nipples and started to eat me out. He licked my navel and slowly shifted his gaze to my pussy that was dripping already. He turned the vibrator on and held it to my clit. I moaned loud. He ran the vibrator all over my naked body and spanked my ass hard. He smiled at me while I cried in pleasure. I wanted him inside me. I could not take it anymore.
Mixed emotions took a toll on my sexuality while he poured molten wax on my curves and tits. I screamed for mercy but he kept going on. Finally, he unzipped his pants and shoved it in my mouth and kept pushing it deep into my throat. He pulled my hair and made me gag on it. He turned me over with my hands still cuffed and pushed his big cock into my pussy and didn’t stop thrusting, going deeper with every stroke.
I came a multiple times and he did not spare me until I was exhausted and dehydrated. Nonetheless, I did not have to worry about my grades for the semester anymore.