In my pigsty of a kitchen, surrounded by empty beer cans and cigarette butts, the phone rang again. My heart pounded like a drum. Weeks of silence broken by that raspy voice. ‘I want you, you old slut.’ His words dripped filth into my ear. My pussy clenched. No one had talked to me like that. Ever. My dead husband just grunted and pumped. This stranger? He owned me. Described my hairy cunt, my saggy tits, how he’d ram every hole. I sat on the sagging couch, legs spreading. My hand slipped under my stained skirt. Fingers found my soaked folds. Wet slaps echoed as he jerked his thick cock. ‘Rub that old clit, whore.’ I did. Heart racing, sweat beading on my wrinkled skin. Nipples hardened like rocks. I yanked my bra down, pinched those fat udders. Culotte at my ankles. Breathing ragged. Pulse thundering in my ears. He growled, ‘Wait for me, you filthy bitch.’ Click. Rage hit. My orgasm shattered. Left hanging, pussy throbbing empty. I kicked off the panties, chugged warm beer. Naked ass on the chair. Fury boiled into fever. Craved cock. Real cock. Doorbell buzzed. Limped to the door, foot aching. Opened. Vivien. The 22-year-old courier from work. Skinny, shy eyes. But that voice… I knew. He pushed in. Stared at my tits spilling out. My cheeks burned. His gaze devoured. Tent in his pants. We locked eyes. Tension crackled. Air thick with sweat and lust. ‘Pastis?’ I slurred. He nodded. Poured doubles. We chatted bullshit. Factory gossip. My thigh brushed his. Heat surged. Pussy leaked down my legs. He spotted my panties on the floor. Cock twitched. I smirked. ‘You were chattier on the phone.’ He blushed crimson. ‘I was so fucking wet listening to you.’ Legs wide, skirt up. Bushy cunt exposed. Dripping. Swollen lips begging. His face dove in. Heart exploded. The world went red.
Tongue lashed my clit. Rough. Hungry. Hands gripped my fat thighs. Bruised my good foot shoving it aside. I clawed his hair. ‘Eat that old pussy, you little perv.’ Slurps filled the room. Juices smeared his chin. My hips bucked. Tits flopped wild. Heart slammed ribs. Sweat poured. He sucked my folds. Bit my labia. Fingers plunged deep. Three. Four. Stretched my neglected hole. Gushed on his face. Pulled him up. Ripped his pants. Cock sprang. Thick. Veiny. Young meat. Grabbed it. Veins pulsed hot. Shoved in my mouth. Gagged. Saliva drooled. Fucked my throat. Balls slapped chin. ‘Suck it, granny whore.’ Stood. Bent me over the table. Beer cans crashed. Ass up. Spat on my asshole. Cockhead prodded. No mercy. Slammed in. Pussy ripped open. Burned. Filled. Every inch owned me. Thrusts brutal. Skin slapped skin. Wet smacks. Grunts animal. ‘Fuck me harder!’ I screamed. Heart racing to burst. Sweat stung eyes. Nipples scraped wood. He pounded. Balls deep. G-spot hammered. Climax built. Tsunami. Grabbed my hair. Yanked. ‘Cum on my dick, slut.’ Exploded. Walls milked him. Squirted. Piss and cum. He roared. Flooded me. Hot ropes. Overflowed. Dripped thighs. Collapsed. Bodies glued. Panting. Pulse synced.