I'm wearing my polka dot dress, stockings, suspenders, boots. Tidying the house and general day to day stuff. I hear a knock at the door, so go to answer it. The man at the door is broad shouldered, maybe 6ft, jeans, long coat to his knees, looking down (as you do), I see his meaty cock already out and proud, leaking precum and hidden by his coat. He pushes passed me and walks in. Closing the door, I turn and face him. He grabs me by the neck and pulls me in close, he kisses me, pushing his tongue down my throat. My hands encircle his cock and begin stroking as he kisses me. He pushes me against the wall. He turns me round, nuzzling the back of my neck, pressing his body against me. I can feel his thick cock through my dress he's so hard. He lifts my skirt, reaching under the petticoats with both hands one, finding my cock starts to stroke firmly , the other, my balls which he squeezes and fondles. His own cock is now resting between my asscheeks. He begins sliding it up and down between them, his precum lubing me up. His body tight against me. My cock hard in his hand, his eagerly searching for my tight hole.

He stops, spins me round, and pushes me to my knees. His engorged cock, dripping precum in front of me. My tongue flicks out, tasting him. I run my tongue under his glans, underneath, down his shaft. He holds my head in both hands, stopping me, forcing my head back just a little, pushes his cockhead against my lips. I open my mouth eagerly. He slides in, deep enough to make me choke, and starts fucking my mouth. My spit coats his cock, running down my chin and his balls. I play with his spitsoaked balls. He pulls out, his cock glistening and dripping, my jaw sore. He drags me over to the stairs by my hair. Forcing me to lean on them, pushing my legs apart with his knees. Lifting my skirt over my back and baring my arse. He braces with one hand on my hip, the other guiding his cock to my hole. He pushes in, just the head, I gasp. He puts his other hand on my hip, and thrusts balls deep in one fluid stroke, forcing a moan from me. He fucks me with hard, deep strokes. Building to his climax, he grunts as he cums, his hot spunk filling me. He keeps fucking me as his cock softens, his cum running out of me and down my stockings. Breathing heavily I turn, and sit on the step. I take my own cock in hand, and watching him. Wank myself off. It doesn't take long before I shoot ropes of cum over my stockinged legs and hand. I lick my hand clean. Stand up and kiss him deeply so he can taste my spunk on my tongue. Pulling away I ask, "would you like coffee with that cream?"