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Thomas squeezed the lube onto Karen’s anus and pushed his erection into her. She was ready and relaxed and he entered her tight passage slowly but easily. She let out a faint yelp, anal sex was wrong in her mind and that was why she loved it. Thomas achieved full depth and it felt terribly, wonderfully wrong. Naked on a public balcony overlooking the street with a teenage cock in her rectum, heavenly. Thomas pushed and pulled back, pushed and pulled back,

“Fuck me hard Thomas, please yourself,” she pushed back at him, “use me,” Karen remembered the joy of anal sex in the orangery, the liberation of no choice, handcuffed and blindfolded, given to a stranger as a thing. She closed her eyes. Thomas took her words to heart and having spent twenty minutes slowly making love to her he flipped and started to bang the older woman. His hard, fat cock smashed into her anus and she had to grab the balustrade, he pounded her sphincter with his solid manhood with no regard for her pleasure, knowing that exactly that was her pleasure. He used Karen like a cheap whore, a dockyard hooker, a slut. He spanked her,
“You fucking slut,” he shouted,
“YES,” came back, he spanked her again and pushed her against the balustrade which hurt and heightened her pleasure at being used,
“You filthy cock sucking slut,”
“YES,”
“I’m gonna fucking bang your arse until you’re full of cum then you’ll clean me up,”

“YES Thomas,” half of Chelsea could probably hear her, she knew it and she didn’t care. He banged her mercilessly and, having fucked Vicky only an hour before he was going to last. On and on he smashed his manhood into her, her knee gave way and he simply caught her with one arm and pushed more firmly onto the stonework,
“Fucking stand up and take it,” he reached around and two stiff fingers found her clit. The pain was real, being forced against the balustrade hurt and having no give, like a bed, the pounding strokes were viciously lovely. Her arse was sore and she was lost, undone, helpless and on the edge of climax. She came just before he did. Her whole body tensed as the orgasm smashed from her clitoris into her cunt and her whole lower body. This Time as her knee gave way Thomas let her fall, she twisted half upright, back against the balustrade and he fired a river of cum into her face.

Panting, they froze there. She against the balustrade balanced on one foot, one knee, him standing over her with the symbol of male power, spurting cum in his hand. Their eyes locked. His shots had stopped but thick globs of sticky cum were oozing from his tip, he played on,

“Clean me,” she stared at him wild-eyed and breathing hard but the fantasy had her, she was his plaything, a harem girl to be used by Persian Princes. She assembled herself from the twisted shape she’d achieved and knelt before him. He dropped his still hard cock and with her hands on his thighs she brought her mouth to have him.

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