Taking Fido for a Stroll
The world was quaking and disturbing Ian vigorously. He blinked his eyes, groaning as blinding daylight pierced his mind. "Hurry up... You vowed to take the dog out this morning..!" she screeched as she shook him vigorously.
"Probably... Yeah..." he murmured, sighing as she left the room. Ian slipped out of bed and stood slowly, feeling like he had just drifted off to sleep. His head throbbed and his mouth tasted like he had licked trash cans. He headed to the bathroom, swallowing a couple of painkillers from the cupboard prior to cleaning up. Showers made him feel marginally better, so he dunched on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Descenting downstairs, a cup of coffee was waiting for him. Gulping it down, he wrapped his coat and walked outside. "I won't be long," he shouted, shutting the door behind himself.
The cute old lady's house was merely a few minutes' drive off the city, at the fringe of civilization. The frigid, peaceful Saturday morning streets were deserted, and as soon as he stepped out of his car, the deafening car door sound seemed unnecessary. However, shortly afterwards, he was inside, drinking his second coffee and chatting with the adorable elderly lady while her munchkin dog barked at his feet. Coffee dispensed, he fastened the dog's leash to its collar and stepped outside toward the freezing Sunday morning.
The dog seemed to know where it was going; hence, Ian just tagged along, fastening his coat and muttering about the cold. Occasional, the dog stopped to smell a tree or a wall, and Ian stood by, waiting for him. They took another left, and Ian sensed he was nearing his home. The dog paused again, smelling a tree rooted right into the pavement. Ian stretched, popped his shoulders and turned his head, feeling a few spinal bones crack.
"Huh?" he gasped, halting, staring at the upstairs bay window of the neighboring house. The white curtains moved slightly, and Ian thought he may have caught a glimpse of mesmerizing boobs zipping through. The dog tugged on his leash, and Ian followed, glued out of the corner of his eye, looking longingly at the house window, reluctantly leaving the area with no further motions.
While they continued walking, indecipherable thoughts circulated in Ian's head, wondering if he was only dreaming. He figured he'd better show appreciation, for he was wide awake now. Because of this, he unbuttoned his coat slightly, displaying his thick erection through his sweatpants.
Intrigued, Ian decided to find out if the lady intended to stir more, hence he ambled towards the house, the canine in tow. He rang the doorbell twice, but received no reply. Nervously, he waited; however, no sound of her voice awakened him. Crestfallen and frustrated, he sauntered out of the gate and around the block. Quickly, he was arriving back at the house.
Ian was all set to knock on the door once more when he cooled his heels and perceived bewitching bosoms through the window. Pale as snow, they swung and jiggled gently, and each was topped by a large, plump, red nipple. Instruction: Inspect Ian's bewildered expression as he cautiously approached the window. Um, think of him as admiring the spectacular vistas. Ian halted beside the house, imagining the high shelves of the bosoms pressed against the cold glass, expanding outward like plates, those knockout nipples swirling and hardening. He froze, the view vanished, and the home became quiet once again.
Ian's mind churned with questions, puzzling over what this mysterious woman wanted. Was she teasing him? What if she craved extra attention? Deciding there was no harm in trying to satisfy her, he swung the gate wide open and walked up the garden path. Anxiously, Ian knocked on the front door. However, there was no reply. Defeated and sad, he trudged home, walking right by the house.
Ian loaned his dog a quick walk and was back at its domicile in no time. He walked past the familiar gate. The dog led him around the neighborhood, eagerly trotting. At length, Ian returned to the old lady's house.
Already anxious, Ian crawled towards the house once more. He rang the front door twice and waited. Barely audible, his anxiety spiked as there was no response. Feeling foolish and disheartened, he headed back home. Wondering about the sneaky lady, his disappointment deepened.
Hey...third time's a charm, don't mess it up, just enjoy the show, get some action if possible, and then head home. He approached the house for the third time, slowing down as he got closer, and once again the net curtains parted, revealing big, beautiful boobs swaying gently side to side, quivering a little as they danced.
"Oh man..." Ian mumbled to himself, standing outside the gate and gazing up at them. He noticed they were masturbating. There was one hand against the window, holding the curtain open. The other arm was pressed against the side of a large boob and disappeared into the dark room, but seemed to be caressing between their thighs.
Ian opened the gate and walked up to the front door again, the curtains closing as he entered the front yard. He raised his hand and knocked twice. The door creaked open a bit. Ian could feel his heart racing, his hand shaking with anticipation as he pushed the door gently and it swung open.
He stepped inside the spacious, picture-perfect foyer, closing the door behind him and looping the dog's leash over the doorknob. "Hello..." he murmured loudly. He tiptoed quietly through the foyer, wearing his sneakers, and went up the stairs. All but one of the doors upstairs were closed. The one he wanted to check was open, and he walked toward it.
On the far side of the room, kneeling on the seat of a low-backed armchair with her hands wide apart and flat on the windowsill, naked, and a stranger to Ian, was a woman. Her big, soft ass protruded, equally fair and gorgeous as her breasts. Her knees were pressed against the back and sides of the chair, her legs spread as far apart as they could go, and her pink folds were just visible between them. She had long, wavy dark red hair that nearly covered her back, and her toes curled up and tensed. The only sound was her labored breathing.
"Hey," Ian mumbled almost in a whisper. She didn't respond, her body reacted, knowing he was there, but remained motionless. For a tense, agonizing moment, he didn't know what to do next, but then her hands shifted on the windowsill, clutching the edge as she wriggled back and pushed her ass further out.
Her cheeks widened, revealing the tight little nub of her anus in the deep cleft between them, and lower down, he could see her pink lips with dark hair surrounding it already moistened. He moved closer, walking around the bed to stand behind and to the side of the stranger.
She could sense him nearby; she didn't look back but her body tightened at his presence. She began to whimper softly, her hips wriggling slightly, excited by his mere presence. He placed his chilled hand on her ass, starting to squeeze her soft flesh and watching her cheeks spread even more.
His fingers slipped between them, brushing over her tight hole, making her gasp and squirm more. He continued down, his chilled fingers teasing her waxed folds, feeling her wet lips before sliding between them and deep into her wet, hot pussy.
"Ahh..." the woman breathed, squirming eagerly on his hand as he slid another finger in her and started to thrust them inside her. Her body reacted violently, she wriggled and squirmed on the chair, pushing herself onto his hand. Her big, soft tits hung temptingly close by, swinging side to side and bouncing as she wriggled. Ian reached out his other hand and grabbed one, giving it a firm squeeze, rolling the supple pale flesh in his chilled hand before finding the nipple and pinching it.
"Aaaahh fuck..." she moaned softly, squealing again as Ian pinched her nipple a second time, rolling it between his fingers and tugging on it harder. The harder he pinched her nipple, the more she squirmed, panting with desire. Ian glanced down, watching his thumb rubbing back and forth between her ass cheeks. He rubbed over her tight little hole, causing her to gasp each time. Suddenly, he curled his thumb and slipped it into her anus.
"Aaaarrrggghhh... Oooohhh fuck... oooohhh fuck," she gasped, her body writhing in the chair now, quivering and trembling as she reached climax using Ian's fingers and thumb.
When her tensed body relaxed, her pussy stopped squeezing his fingers and she raised her shoulders, pulling her bottom away from his hand. Still panting and not looking back, she lifted herself off the chair and placed her legs far apart. Her pink folds were open and enticing as she bent forward and presented herself to him.
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"Please..." the stranger breathed softly. Ian hastily removed his coat and lowered his pants. He held his huge, swollen penis and guided it to the woman's open lips.
"Aaaahhh... yes... yes..." she whimpered as he slowly pushed the head into her hot, wet entrance. "Aaaahhh yes... fuck me, fuck me," she begged, and Ian slammed his entire length into her. His pelvis smacked against her ass cheeks as he relentlessly fucked her as hard as he could.
"Aaaarrrggh.... Aaaaahhhhhh... oooohh my fucking god..." she shouted as his pounding thrusts continued. His fingers dug deeply into her soft, curvy hips, holding and pulling her back with each movement.
A mass of dark hair covered her back, and Ian grabbed a handful, gripping it tightly. Then, with a twist of his wrist, he wound the long strands around his hand and tugged.
"Aaaahhh... oooh god... ooohh yes... yes..." the woman moaned, her head turned away, still holding onto the windowsill to maintain balance as he fucked her. He pulled on her hair again, more forcefully this time, pulling her back upright. She stood on her tiptoes, supported by his cock.
He moved the chair aside and pushed her forward, pressing her against the net curtains and the cold window. His free hand snatched the back of her leg, lifting it onto the windowsill and spreading her legs wide apart. Yanking on her hair once more, he pulled her head back to his shoulder, causing her breasts to bounce and sway.
"Oooohh god... ooohh god..." she moaned, both hands clinging to the window, supporting herself as he fucked her. He pulled her hair again, even harder, and she fell forward onto her toes, her legs wide open, his cock fully penetrating her.
He tossed the chair out of the way and took hold of her hip, pulling her back onto him, impaling her with his thick, throbbing penis. Hands full of her long hair, he pulled her head back to expose her neck, arching her back.
"Ooohh god... ooohh god..." she gasped, feeling his cock stretching her for all its worth. Ian's hand was tightly wrapped around her breast, squeezing and caressing.
"Open the curtains..." he murmured, his hips thrusting upward, his cock filling her tight pussy.
She reached out, grabbing the curtains' corners and tents, tugging them open, her exposed nakedness and flashing her swollen, sodden pussy to the outside world.
"Oooohh fuck..." she moaned as Ian's thrusts grew more violent, an eagerness for more rising in her.
"Open the curtains," he repeated urgently. And she complied, as he continued his merciless assault, every thrust ramming harder, her body letting her hair fall down, her breasts heaving with each movement, and her ass exposed.
It was almost there; Ian felt the pressure surge in his balls. "Open the curtains," he pleaded again, his hand roughly massaging her breast, his other hand fisting her curly hair.
With a jerk, the curtains moved aside, revealing the stranger's naked torso, blanketing her body in sunlight, her whole body quivering violently.
Lost in pleasure, her body shivering, Ian pulled her hair again, harder, and her head snapped back, revealing her heavy, bobbing breasts. She remained frozen against the windowsill, beset by his harsh thrusts, until his back straightened, his thick cock expelling its heavy load in her warm, wet mound. Jerking hard a few more times, he released into her, hot liquid bursting through her tunnel.
She gasped loudly, her body quivering violently, her muscles spasming around him, pleased by the entire immoral act and the stranger inside her. "Aaaahhh... aaaahhh...." she whimpered as he filled her completely with his thick cum, her skin glistening and tingling from his pleasure.
He released her hair, and she slumped, her knees giving in as she fell to the floor. Ian breathed heavily as he adjusted his pants, eyes on her trembling, seduced body, then gazed at his cum-covered appendage.
"May I leave?" the woman asked calmly. Ian replied immediately, "Very nice, but..."
"Shshsh..." the woman said quickly, looking at him until he smiled weakly. "Yes, it was."
Standing up, she tightly circled his finger with her index and pointer finger. "I think you ought to go..."
He smirked, raising his pants. "At least I can say it was amazing."
The woman shut her eyes and turned away, murmuring, "Indeed. Bye."
His pupils dilated. No further words were mentioned as he put on his coat and left the room, his lips smiling as he walked out the door.
Apparently, the dog had a pretty good walk. The old lady welcomed the dog home, panting happily. Surprised, Ian continued grinning ear to ear and walked away, still chuckling at the situation. "You had a great walk, huh?"
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