Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Annika spread her legs more, her eyes were locked into the camera, her mouth was slackly open and her heavy breathing became more like panting.

“Oh God, oh God,” she gasped.

“Professor, I have bought a little friend, and I hope you’re gonna like it too.”

She reached down to the floor and brought a huge, dildo into the picture again. It truly was an impressive toy, close to 5 inches thick and a good 10 inches long. There was no way she was big enough to take that, I thought, although the thought of her tiny body being impaled on that made me wild.

Since her huge toy-cock was black I instantly remember watching her suck my black friend, Big Ed’s huge cock last summer. Annika, the everyday-ordinary-house-wife, was nothing like that at all, no, she was a nymphomaniac, and she wanted sex, and cock, and preferably in plural, all the time. Her husband, George turned out to be a watcher, he liked watching his wife get fucked by other men, while he jerked off.

“My God, that’s huge,” I said as I watched Annika start to suck the huge toy-cock.

“And black, Like Big-Ed’s.”

“Mmmmhmm, so yummy, Professor… so big, so…. hard… and thick.. mmm, fuck, I’m so horny.”

I met Annika years ago, when she, her husband, and their 16-year-old daughter, Ingrid, moved into a house down the street, and over the years our paths crossed many times, she always wore boring, very a-sexual clothing and I really never thought of her in a sexual manner. Ingrid on the other hand had blossomed into an extremely sexy young woman, and she was the complete opposite of her boring mom, she dressed as sexy as she could on campus, but I saw her in bars over the years, from she was 16 until now, being 19.

“I need you, Professor Steve, my cunt and ass needs you… I want all three of you… Again, this time, I’m preparing myself for all three of your cocks. Big Ed here will help me prepare.”

Annika stuck her tongue out and licked the huge head of the enormous black toy-cock, her eyes grew wide as the first 5 inches of the black toy entered her slutty white mouth. Sweet innocent little Annika, a boring suburban housewife by day and a cock-craving nymphomaniac by night.

Here she was bobbing her head back and forth as she started sucking in earnest on my screen.

Ever so often she pulled the long black hose out of her face and spat on it. She was soon sucking that fat black toy-cock like her life depended on it. By now, Annika had gotten used to sucking big cooks and was actually able to take all 11 inches in and out of her married, white mouth, and down her unfaithful gullet.

But the story about Annika is another story, too long to tell here, but look for Annika, Ingrid’s mom and read her dirty truth.

God, Swedish MILF’s can be so dirty and horny.

PHONE SEX

June moved closer to the mirror and examined her reflection, noting her long waist-length blond hair, her bright emerald green eyes, and her pouty rose-red lips. She looked down at the rest of her body, looking at her breasts, firm and high, looking large on her frame but not too large. She took in her small flat waist with the small diamond belly button ring, the front of her thong, which was already wet, and her long, long legs. She suddenly realized looking at herself, that she was a woman, not a girl, but a woman, a very sexy woman.

I was sitting in my office. The day had ended and I was just about to leave when my phone chimed and a picture of bare tits lit up the screen. Less than ten seconds later, before I could even process what was happening, a pussy showed up too.

“What the fuck?”

I knew it was June, because, first of all, I had her number saved, and I was by now very familiar with her body, and her pink plaid sheets were unmistakable. As was the stark white nail polish I’d seen her applying that very day. Polish that adorned the tips of the fingers touching the lips of her bald pussy.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Fuck, I’m horny, where are you?” followed by a series of sexy short videos.

June lets her hand graze over her belly, teasing her belly button as her hand moved back up to her breasts. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, noticing the way her chest jutted out, and then bounced back into place when the bra fell to the floor.

Then it ended and a new one popped up. Her fingers moved to her breasts again, tracing over her hard pink nipples. She let out a small moan of her own, squeezing her nipples harder. She felt another rush of liquid wet the front of her panties. One of her hands slowly inched over her stomach, down toward her wet thong.

“Do you want me to take them off, lover boy?” She texted.

“Yes,” I replied, wondering if she had the right number. This was extremely unorthodox and way beyond innocent pictures of her dressed, but I wasn’t gonna tell her.

I think that it wasn’t really a question, since at the very same second that I sent my reply, the next video popped up.

June danced seductively and played with the hem of her red, almost see-through thong underwear. She sensually slid them down her legs and stepped out of them. Her pussy was completely shaven and she slid a finger along her slit, rubbing her clit for just a second.

Then the video ended.

Fuck, she has a very pretty and seductive pussy. It was wet. It looked small and tight. I was so hard, thinking about everything I wanted to do to it. And her tits, oh my God. I wanted to suck on each one.

All of a sudden, my phone rang. It was June.

“Yeah?” I answered sounding hoarse. My throat was tight and all of a sudden, very, very dry.

“Oh my God, Steve! Please, please tell me you haven’t seen my photos or video.”

“June…”

“Oh, my God! This can’t be happening. I’m such an idiot. Please forget whatever you saw, Steve.”

No fucking way that was going to happen. “Who were you texting?”

“Why?”

“I want to know.”

“Stop it. I haven’t done anything with him. And he hasn’t even seen the pictures because I’m a moron and I sent them to my own sister’s boyfriend.” She groaned.

I could practically see her, naked, blushing a bright red with embarrassment. Sex was probably the last thing on her mind now. Unfortunately, it was all I could think about.

“They’re really sexy.”

“What?”

I don’t know what I was thinking or doing or who this stranger was talking for me, but hearing her voice while the pictures and videos stayed burned in my head and were making me insane.

I was unable to control myself.

“My cock is hard.” A quiet gasp came through the connection, but nothing else.

“I’m sitting at my office and my cock is hard.”

“What? Why?”

“I can’t unsee you now. I want you now.” The admission felt surprisingly good. I sighed and used my hand to squeeze some sense into the cock bulging my shorts.

“Shut up, Steve. Don’t be a jerk. I’m embarrassed enough.”

I glanced outside and watched some girls walking towards their car, all dressed in skirts, before pulling my cock out and starting to work my semi-hard shaft.

“Yeah, but if I was all alone with you in the house, June…”

“No, Steve. Don’t say things like that.”

I chuckled. “Why not?”

“We shouldn’t even be talking about this. It’s so wrong.”

“Because I don’t lie to you, so if I say you’re sexy, you know I mean it. Because I know you better than anyone, so no pretending.

I had stroked my cock all hard now. She didn’t say she didn’t want the same thing.

“Are you wet?”

“God, Steve, don’t…”

“Just admit it, sending those pictures and videos must’ve made you all wet, so, are you wet?”

“Steve…”

“Yes, or no.”

“Yes, Steve, I am are you happy now?”

“I want to touch you, June. I want to kiss you. I want to suck on your amazing tits. I want to taste your pussy.”

“Steve, stop it. Carol is downstairs… Please stop it, My sister… and Mom and Dad are in the next room.”

“You started it.”

“I did no such thing,”

“Yes, you did, those pictures and video started the whole thing.”

“But they were for Ja…”

“Ahhh, Jason, huh.”

“Steve we.. you can’t, my sister…”

“I promise, I’ll be quiet while I’m coming in your pussy.”

“Oh, my God, Steve! You’re my sister’s boyfriend, please stop it!”

“You’re right, but I’m willing to bet you have at least one hand on one of your tits or between your thighs. You’re laying in your bed naked, thinking of my hard cock, thinking about how it would feel.”

“Steve,” she whispered.

“We can’t.”

“Then let me hear you come.”

“What? No!”

“Are you touching your pussy, June?”

“No.”

I smiled. “Liar.”

“Steve, please.” But I could hear in her voice that she was getting horny.

“Touch yourself, June. I won’t tell anybody. Make yourself come. You were going to anyway, right? Was Jason gonna call you? Send you a picture of his own cock? Come to the sound of your quiet little voice saying his name?”

June didn’t answer me, but she didn’t hang up on me either. I knew, though I couldn’t prove it, that I was turning her on. I was out of my mind with arousal. I couldn’t remember wanting anything as badly as I wanted a simple confirmation that she was thinking about us fucking.