Dirty Aristocrat

‘OK, OK,’ I placate.

He finished unbuttoning my blouse and slipped his hand up my skirt.

‘Oh, Sir. What are you doing?’

‘I’m just a sucker for a country girl.’

He allowed his hand to travel along the inside of my thigh and reached between my legs. ‘Oh, you dirty, dirty girl. Where are your panties? Look how wet you are. Look at you. You dirty

thing you.’ A sexy smile lights his face. God, I am married to such a hot man!

I spread my thighs further apart and looked at him coyly. ‘I am such a dirty thing. Sitting here with my creamy cunt being really dirty all over the table. All dirty and filthy and ready

to be fucked.’

‘I love it when you talk dirty,’ he muttered, and freeing his big beautiful cock plunged into me so hard and deep I cried out and thought how amazing it was that after all these years he

still managed to make me scream. How the love had just grown and grown.

From downstairs came the sounds of two children, Parker and Isobel, both little devils, whooping with joy. There were also the sounds of two crazy dogs barking madly, and an exasperated

woman shouting at the top of her voice for the little thieves to bring back them muffins right away.

‘I really should go down and stop them,’ I mumbled distractedly. It’s hard to think when such a big cock is deep inside you.

Thank God that dirty aristocrat totally ignored me and didn’t stop.

The End