As Jennifer was bending over to look at the selection of dresses she picked out, Nancy noticed someone checking her out. He was at least 25, but clearly no older than 30. He wore that scruffy look that's so popular now and had a full head of dark hair that seemed to just go wherever it wanted. On most people, that look would be unappealing. But, there was something about his striking green eyes that made him sexy. Nancy waived it off as nothing and went about her day. Nothing is going to spoil this special day for her and Jennifer.
Jennifer looked amazing as she emerged from the dressing room. Her lavender dress draped perfectly on her sexy young figure. This wasn't a dress that worked with a bra and Jennifer's amble assets were striking. Again, Nancy was transported to her own formal, remembering the fate of her dress, relegated to the corner of the limousine floor as she and Tim, or was it Tom, it doesn't matter. Whatever his name, her face flushed as she recalled feeling him insider her as she rode him in the backseat. Embarrassed, Nancy turned, pretending to get something out of her purse. As she did, she noticed him. That same man was eyeing her daughter, taking full notice of the cut of her dress, as well as every other inch of her. At first, Nancy was furious. But, then she looked at him and was surprised to feel herself becoming aroused. This shook Nancy, but she couldn't deny it. She was captivated by this guy, his piercing eyes, his t-shirt that was tight, but not obnoxiously so, just the right amount to show the definition in his arms and his broad shoulders. What's that? Ah, he's married, Nancy realizes as she see's his hand come up to sweep his untamed hair from his face.
Jennifer proceeded to try on one dress after another. And, with each one, Nancy noticed the mystery man watching. He was subtle. He walked around, pretending to be shopping. But, the slight bulge in his pants gave him away. Nancy was fixated on the man and wondering when someone last looked at her like that. Certainly not her husband. Hell, she could sit on his lap naked and not get that kind of response. But, she wasn't jealous of her daughter at all. Rather, she was transported to being 17, being the envy of male attention. She was recalling being 15 and how Mr. Alexander was ever so willing to give her some extra help on her sophomore English assignment. Yes, that was the year that Nancy learned more than just sentence structure and grammar; that was the year she realized how powerful a woman with a C-cum breasts and sky blue eyes can be.
As Nancy daydreamed and watched her prey, she suddenly wished she'd picked out a different skirt. Having last worn panties in 2008, her light gray tight skirt was setting up a potentially embarrassing situation. It showed every drop of moisture and she was becoming uncontrollable aroused by her young admirer, who was now heading toward the escalator toward the men's section.
"The hell with it. I'm still young and I could use some fun," Nancy thought. "Try these all on again sweetie; I'll be right back." And, with that Nancy followed her quarry to the men's section. When she arrived there, she found him looking at some t-shirts. "Figures" is all Nancy chuckled to herself. She sidled up next to the unsuspecting guy, grabbed his hand, whispered in his ear, "I saw you checking out my daughter; come with me." Perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of curiosity, or maybe it was just shock, but the guy followed Nancy as she walked up to the man and asked him to show her and her son to a fitting room. He obliged and Nancy opened the door, thanked the man, then closed the door behind her, pushing her prey down onto the seat in the changing room. "Since you like to look, what do you think of this," and Nancy lifted her skirt, exposing her shaved pussy. The guy just stared, silently. Nancy put her leg up on the back of the seat, grabbed his head, and literally pushed his face into her wetness. "Do you like?" She taunted him. Then, she pulled away, pulling her shirt up over her head and undoing her bra, letting it slip to the floor. The cool rush of air hitting her large pink nipples aroused her, making her realize what she was doing. Never in her life has Nancy been so brazen and it was empowering. With this new surge of energy, she bent down, ordering the guy to touch her, to taste her. His stubble felt different. Her husband is always so clean shaven. Feeling this new sensation on her breasts fueled the embers of passion that have been long dormant. And, with that, she bend down and undid the stranger's pants, cupping her hands over the belt buckle to silence her actions. The, she unzipped his pants. She allowed her fingers to trace the outline of his thick member through his boxer briefs. She made a mental note of how sexy boxer briefs were and continued to tease him. "Do you like?" But, before he could answer, Nance took hold of him, and grabbed his now fully erect cock through his shorts. He let out a loud moan. Nancy reached up and put her hand over his mouth. "Shut up; do you want to get us kicked out of here?"
"Stand up and take off your pants. . . Now!" Nancy told him. She stood back, the stalked becoming the stalker, sizing him up from top to bottom. She had to admit, he had a beautiful cock. It was partly shaved, a perfect size. Not too big or thick, but definitely noticeable. And, it was straight, with a perfect round head. She noticed the slightest little bit of pre-cum escaping from the tip. Nancy looked at him and her mouth literally watered, she could almost taste that pre-cum - that salty sweet taste. Nancy has always loved the taste of a man but her husband thinks it's gross and would prefer to cum on her body, which is sexy but Nancy misses the taste of a man. She pushes the man against the wall. "Does your wife take care of that beautiful cock of yours?" Unsure what was happening, the guy just stood there. Nancy had him right where she wanted him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to show you what happens to a guy who leers at my daughter." And, with that threat in the air, she grabbed his cock hard, went to her knees and took him into her mouth, licking and sucking him as she slid up and down his length. Then, she squeezed his balls, hard but not too hard, just enough to make him yelp a little. "Do you like that?" she asked as her hands now gently caresses his member.
"Yes, I love it" he said. "Shut up" came Nancy's response. "Don't talk to me; just stand there like a good little fuck toy." And, with than she shoved his hard cock inside her mouth. Grabbing his shaft hard, Nancy went up and down that cock like she was filling a craving that had gone far beyond what she could stand. "Fuck my face you pathetic little man" she ordered, grabbing his ass and pulling him as deep as she could take him, gagging just a little. Fuck! Nancy was enjoying this, creating conflict for her. This started out as a fun thing, just a way to put this man in his place. But, now, with his cock in her mouth, Nancy was incredibly aroused. It's been years since she tasted another man, felt the butterflies, the sheer exhilaration of being uninhibited and allowing her sensuality to flow so freely. And, she was in control. When was the last time that happened. Her husband controlled everything: Where they lived, where they vacationed, when they fucked, how the fucked. With new determination, Nancy's mouth latched onto the stranger's cock and she sucked him with a carnal thirst. The man moaned and his legs started to tremble. "Don't you dare cum you fucking perv; you're not here for your pleasure, you're here for mine." And, she grabbed his cock hard, pulling it until he yelped. "Do you understand me?" The man feebly nodded his understanding and Nancy got back to work on HER cock. With her newfound entitlement, Nancy got an idea.
Nancy stood up, kissed the man. "Do you like the way your cock tastes on my lips?" Then, she grabbed him, spun him around, and bend him over. She'd always wanted to do this but feared her husband's judgement. She licked her fingers and shoved one inside his ass. She knew she should have take her time, but she'd waited too long for this moment. He gasped and wiggled, taken by surprise, or maybe it was fear. "Relax" Nancy whispered in his ear. "I won't hurt you; I promise." With that the man relaxed and Nancy probed his ass, her finger now past the knuckle. She felt him relax, maybe even enjoying her violation. She sped up a little and hear a low moan from the man. Her pussy burned with each little moan of his. She decided to be even more bold. As she withdrew her finger, she bent down, grabbed his ass and pulled it apart. Before the man could react, Nancy's tongue was exploring him. She pulled his ass apart more as her face entered him. Her pussy was not dripping, literally. That grey skirt was definitely going to expose her excitement.
After a few minutes of enjoying his ass, Nancy rose and spun him back to face her. "Kiss me" she ordered and the man complied. This time, she gave into the kiss, deep, passionate kissing. Her face melting into him, their tongues flirting and dancing. Nancy felt her body betray her as she pressed her flesh against his, heat radiating and exploding throughout her body. Suddenly, Nancy broke free, pushed him to the side, bent over the seat, "Fuck me right now" she insisted. Nancy closed her eyes, unable to believe what was happening. She had to feel him, craved him like never before. It had been so long since she desired to be fucked, FUCKED, not made love to, not intimate . . . raw desirous fucking. Nancy was lost in her thoughts when she felt the tip of his beautiful cock slide up and down her lips, then that little pressure against them as he started the enter her. She leaned back, hungrily welcoming his thickness inside her. He was gentle, slowly allowing her to feel him, to accept his size, to be filled at her pace. She moaned a little, then turned back to face him. Fuck, he was sexy. This green eyes caught her as new craving hit her. "Fuck me; take me and fuck me hard and fast. And, don't you dare cum you fucking perv. I'll let you know when you can cum - IF I let you cum." "Grab my hips and fuck me now." She felt his soft hands grab her waist as his hard cock began to pound her. She could hear the sound of her wetness slapping against him with each deep penetrating stroke. After a few minutes, he pulled out. "What the fuck are you doing? Did I say you could pull out?" Nancy barked at him. "I was about to cum," the man weakly admitted. She reached behind, grabbed his cock and told him, "Put this fucking cock back inside me and you'd better not cum you fucking male whore." Then, she just turned back around, knowing he'd comply. His cock slid back inside her and began pumping her savagely.
It had been so long since Nancy was really fucked, she found herself eagerly awaiting each thrust of his manhood. He filled her perfectly, hitting spots that she didn't know existed. Her wetness was coating him and she could feel how he slid in and out so rhythmically. If she allowed, she could cum right there, right on this stranger's cock. Something held her back. It wasn't guilt, it was purely selfish - she didn't want this feeling to ever end. Nancy wanted to just remain right where she was, on the edge or ecstasy. Her entire body was alive. She felt the air brush against her hard pink nipples, sending shudders through her body. She felt her ass hitting him, making her back arch and shooting energy up her spine. She felt her pussy tingle and throb. Even her head felt light and tingly. For the first time in years, Nancy was experiencing an all-body sensual explosion. She closed her eyes and just accepted his beautiful cock harder and harder. Then, he grabbed her hair and shoved his cock even deeper. Nancy's body betrayed her and she felt a surge of wetness and her body began to spasm. She was starting to cum and decided to give into his manhood. She pressed back one, two, three, four more strokes and her body literally exploded in the most intense orgasm of her life. She moaned as her body shook, as her legs wobbled and gave out, as her pussy drenched his hard cock. She gave in and enjoyed wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Then, she pulled off him. She grabbed him and spun him and sat him back on the seat. She again lifted her leg and grabbed his head, "Taste my cum." The stranger eagerly ate her pussy. She reveled in the power she had. She pushed his head back, straddled him, and slid down his erect cock. "Look at me" she ordered. She slowly rid this man, up and down, staring into his deep green eyes. He began to play with her nipples, something she likes. But, she swatted his hand away. "This is my show" she thought to herself. The grabbed his head and kissed him, picking up her pace on her fuck toy. She leaned back, arching her back, fully exposing her tits. He didn't dare take them. "Good boy" she thought as she straightened up and told him, "look at me; don't take your eyes off mine." And, with that order, she began to ride his cock hard and fast, pressing down hard with each stroke. "Don't you fucking cum" she reminded him. "You are here for my pleasure." Something about this power excited her. This, plus his sexy eyes, made Nancy want to lose control again. Rather than fighting it this time, she leaned in, "Don't you dare take your eyes off me. Now, you fuck me and make me cum on your big dick right now!" He grabbed her hips and started to pump her as she slammed down on him. She felt the first embers as her clit began to tingle. Nancy loved this position because she could control just how much her clit got stimulated. That little burning feeling let her know it was right there for her to take. She slowed just a little, "Do you want me to cum all over your big dick you perv?" He didn't answer. Nancy smacked his face, not hard, but playfully. "I asked you a question: Do you want to feel me cum all over your big dick?!" He looked right into her eyes, "Yes, cum for me" and with that Nancy rode him hard and exploded again all over his perfect cock. She had spasm after spasm and moaned, finally climaxing and collapsing onto his shoulder. "Fuck, that felt good" she said.
Then, she got off his cock, got on her knees and sucked her cum off his cock. She looked up at him, his green eyes still locked on her. She stood up, again sliding down his cock. She put her arms around his neck, looked him in the eyes, "Do you want to cum fuck toy?" she asked. "Yes" the man pleaded. Not yet, and she started to slide up and down him again. She knew it was cruel, but this time, she was squeezing and grinding on him. She felt his cock jump inside her. "Not yet, I said" She could feel the man shaking, trying everything he could to not cum. "Good boy; you hold that cum for me." The, she told him, "suck on my tits." He hesitated and she grabbed his hair, "I said suck my tits right now" If I have to ask again, you may not be allowed to cum at all." he started to suck her tits. This time, Nancy grabbed his head, pulling him into her and just enjoyed it. She wasn't going to cum again. This was just for her pleasure. She squeezed and rode his perfect cock, felt his stubble and breath on her tits and he sucked and nibbled on her nipples. The, she pulled his head off, looked him into his sultry green eyes once more. "Do you want to cum?" "Please" the man begged. She rode him a little faster and harder. Looking right into his eyes, she taunted him, "Not yet . . . .not yet . . .not yet" She felt him wiggle, heard him moan. He was right there, on the edge. Nancy didn't know how much more the poor guy could take. "Not yet . . . not yet . . ." Then, she looked him in the eyes, slammed down onto his cock hard, and said "Now, cum for me right now you fucking man slut" He grabbed her hips and screamed as he finally released his load inside her. She could feel his cock pulsing and his cum shooting inside her then dripping out all over his cock. Feeling this made Nancy feel incredible. She just made a stranger cum inside her wet pussy, just made him lose total control. No, correction, made him fall under HER control. The thrill raced through her as she allowed him to settle down, his body shaking.
Then, Nancy got off him, dressed, and walked out the door, leaving the man sitting there, his cock half hard, half soft. Both their cum coating and dripping down him. As she left, she looked over her shoulder, "Tell your wife, that's how to fuck a man." With that, Nancy came downstairs to find Jennifer looking for her. "Where did you go" she asked. "I just snuck upstairs to take care of something form you father" Nancy replied. "Which dress did you pick out? Oh, the lavender. That was my favorite too." As Jennifer and Nancy paid at the cash register and were about to leave, Nancy saw her stranger coming down the escalator. She looked right at him, winked, and walked off. "This really was an amazing day" Nancy thought, a little extra bounce in her step as she took her daughter by the arm and walked off to the car.
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