The Aussie MILF and the English backpacker ....the next day

The Aussie MILF and the English backpacker ....the next day The Aussie MILF and the English backpacker ....the next day

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Pete has a surprise visitor .... not what he expected

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Pete has a surprise visitor .... not what he expected

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Submitted: October 04, 2013

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As Pete lay in his bed, his cock flaccid, his stomach still sticky from the remnants of his cum, missed by Morgan’s tongue, he wondered if Morgan would return or if last night was all that they would share – but whatever happened, Pete had changed – no longer a virgin he liked what he’d done ….and wanted more … irrespective of who with …. This Aussie MILF had stirred him up – and he was going to make the most of his new found sexuality.

He suspected that his future in Australia was, whilst not permanent, going to be filled with plenty of fucking.

A light knock sounded and grabbing a towel, he discreetly wrapped it around him. Opening the door he looked out, the bartender stood there – “Did she find you OK sir? “  he enquired lasciviously, “I bet you fucked each other silly. Does her husband know? Because if he doesn’t I could always tell him” Pete dragged him into the room and looked at him – “What do you mean …you’ll tell him? Do you know Morgan? Do you know her husband? ……you fucking bastard …. Do you know what that would do to her?” The bartender smiled  “I don’t know her but I know of the husband …he’s fucking my sister who is his secretary … this is just the ammunition she needs to get him to divorce Morgan and marry her.”

Pete stepped back and stared “You really are a bastard aren’t you? “ “I am what I a mate” was the reply, “I suggest you discuss it with Morgan and don’t take too long about it …. This time tomorrow I’ll be ringing my sister. It’s up to you.” The bartender shut the door behind him, leaving Pete shaking and stunned.

Sitting on the bed Pete thought about his situation – he didn’t know how to contact Morgan – what should he do? He thought about asking the bartender where his sister worked but knew that that would result in ridicule, Pete showered and left his room – maybe he would be able to think of a solution while he walked.

Pete walked all day …returning after a meal in a café to his room … time was running out ..what should he do?

A knock came at his door, wondering whether the bastard was going to move the goal posts he swung the door open – to reveal Morgan. Pulling her into the room and not letting her do anything, he sat her down and told her what had happened. For the second time in 24hrs the room resounded to the sound of Morgan’s tears, Pete held her and proposed his idea as to what they should do. Morgan agreed and told Pete to pack an overnight bag, she would do the same and pick him up in an hour.

On the dot Pete was outside, Morgan pulled up in her car and told him to climb in. Within 10 minutes they were pulling up outside another hotel, only this one was a much higher standard. Telling Pete to wait in the hotel lobby, Morgan went to the desk, after a long chat with the concierge, she returned with a key and a big smile. “Come on” she said “ I want to fuck you”. Dragging Pete into a lift they headed for the room. No sooner had the door closed behind them than Morgan was kissing Pete – in between the kisses she said “Don’t worry – this will work”. They kissed their way across the room until they reached the bed. Morgan’s hands had busily been unfastening the buttons on Pete’s shirt and were now teasing his nipples. For his part Pete had pulled Morgan’s blouse from her trousers and was fondling her breasts through the material of her bra.

With each of them topless, Morgan knelt down and started to release Pete’s belt, then her nimble fingers reached for the button and zip of his jeans, eagerly tugging them around his ankles, Morgan released his hard cock from his boxers, her fingers wrapped themselves around his girth before her mouth went to his helmet. Pete groaned as Morgan frantically sucked him. Her hand gently wanked him whilst her head bobbed in time to her movements, taking Pete’s hard cock deeper into her mouth until her hand was pumping against her lips.

Pete stroked Morgan’s hair before grasping her head and pushing his cock to the back of her throat, cumming hard as he did so. Gagging, Morgan forced herself to continue to suck and to swallow the hot juicy salty fluids which invaded her mouth. Pete groaned as Morgan sucked his bollocks dry, before she knelt back and looked up at him, cum escaping from the corner of her mouth, smiling she swallowed the last dregs before saying “Right ….this is what we do next. We dress and go for a meal in the restaurant.” Pete smiled …. Everything was working out well.


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