A SINFUL TEMPTATION VS IMPETUOSITY:
Since the three of them hadn't gotten home from the orgy until 8AM, her brand new son-in-law, Dan, and her 24 year old daughter, Sonia, decided to take the day off and went straight to bed.
Simone, still fully dressed, was completely splattered, from head to toe, with a thick, wet layer of Arab cum. She could also feel the same sourced cum still oozing out of her thoroughly ravished lower orifices.
Having promised her unsuspecting husband that she would call him this morning, somewhat guiltily, she put a fresh coat of lipstick on her puffy lips, lips that had just spent the night wrapped around thick shafts of Arab cockmeat, while an obnoxious group of middle-eastern Muslim clerics/businessmen, who were clients of her son-in-law's investment firm, fucked her very accommodating oral receptacle, before discharging all of their loads of thick white liquid product into it.
With her full, used lips freshly coated in red, she sat down at the kitchen table, picked up the phone, and called her much cuckolded spouse.
As she felt the creamy white fluids, from the many swallowed ejaculations of Arab spunk, sloshing around in her perfectly curved belly, she cooed to her wealthy hubby of three years, that her daughter's wedding, and the following party, had gone splendidly, and that everyone there had really enjoyed themselves. Blowing a goodbye kiss into the mouthpiece, she advised him that she was going to be staying with Sonia for a couple of more days.
After she hung up the phone, she got up and went to the guest room and collapsed on the bed, fully clothed and sticky wet, too tired to clean herself up.
Twenty four hours later, completely refreshed, Dan and Sonia left for another busy day at the office, especially for the firm's ever popular Client Sexual Relations Manager, Sonia.
Simone had begged off from going with them this morning, explaining that she needed to get some more rest, in order to completely recover from the gang banging the Arabs had given her superbly curved, plush, pampered, and superbly toned, trophy wife body.
The excuse she had used, in order to get out of having to go with them this morning, was actually a little white lie. To her amazement, she woke up this morning feeling completely recovered from the strenuous, every orifice orgy, and found herself left with only a very pleasant tingling sensation all over her body, both inside and out, along with the feeling of being very, very horny.
Totally pleased by her body's astonishingly quick recovery, after a long, hot, much needed shower, she poured herself a large glass of stout red wine, then sat down on the couch, closed her eyes, and began going over in her mind all of the sexually charged activities that had occurred less than two days ago.
Most of the ribald memories were of the orgy, and of the abusive, decadent, big cocked Arabs, and the depraved way they had used her and her daughter's bodies, all night long, non-stop. And how much she had enjoyed, from very close up, getting to watch them shove their oversized cocks into all of her daughter's willing sex receptacles, and then plundering them with calloused impunity. It had been quite a way for Sonia to spend her wedding night, honeymooning with her husband, her mother, and eight very horny Arabs.
During all of the remembering, and the large sips of wine, her mind kept drifting further back to her daughter's pre-orgy wedding ceremony, at the Mexican Consulate. She especially thought about the bold, very naughty actions of the Mexican Official Witness, and the way he'd run his hand up under her skirt, from behind, all during the ceremony, and how he had explored her whole bare crotch with his fingers, and then had shoved two of them up her ass, all of this having been done without a word being spoken, and without her seeing the sly, unknown titilator until she caught a brief glimpse of him as she was walking out the door.
These very vivid memories had begun when she had awoken earlier this morning. As she was lying in bed letting her head clear, she found that the Official Witness's magically erotic, under skirt foreplay, was still hotly churning around in her mind and, since then, she had been getting more and more infatuated with the whole idea of it, as each minute went by.
The memory of those skilled fingers lightly stroking and squeezing her pussy lips, and strumming her super sensitive clit, was so intriguing to her that, although she knew that she shouldn't be, she actually found herself seriously considering going to see him today, and offering him the opportunity to complete the anal sex act fantasy that he'd so boldly initiated with her, the day before yesterday.
She had already been very hot before starting on the wine, and the rehashing of all of the torrid sex remembrances but, the thoughts about the wicked wedding fingering she had silently acquiesced to, now had her sexually intoxicated.
The powerful lure of the bold, between her legs sex act, was the very reason why she had gotten out of going to the office, today. Knowing how very impetuous she could be, if her feelings about this ensnaring, mesmerizingly naughty event continued, and became even stronger, she wanted to have the freedom to act on it, today, in any manner that she felt she needed too.
With lust growing, exponentially, she poured herself another glass of the very potent red wine and continued thinking about the impertinent sexual act the Mexican had subjected her to, sipping the wine and stroking her, always ready for her to commit sin, clit, as she tried to determine what she should do.
Finally, the quantity of wine consumed, and the stimulating buzz it was giving her, combined with her rampaging, oversexed impetuosity, to win out over her good judgment. Throwing caution to the wind, she leaped to her feet and raced up to her daughter's bedroom and got dressed in one of Sonia's most erotic, flaunt-it-all, prick teasing, no bra outfits.
It was a tiny, purple, one piece, stretchy materialed dress that was too tight, too short and too low-cut for her more than voluptuous body. Now looking and feeling as whorish as hell, she called a cab.
On the way out, she grabbed her still half full wine glass and gulped down the remaining, high octane, dark red vino, then went out and met the taxi and had it take her to the Mexican Consulate.
AGREEING ON ANAL CONSUMATION:
Feeling deliciously high on sex and wine, she strutted into the formal old, well worn government building and explained to the suddenly goggle-eyed receptionist, that her daughter had gotten married there two days ago, and she needed to see the Official Witness, whose name she didn't know.
Hardly able to keep her eyes off of the magnificent, barely clothed female body that was standing right in front of her, with its motor obviously running, the receptionist looked the marriage up in their computer system and told her that the witness's name was Pablo Escobar. Simone asked her if she would call Mr. Escobar and have him come out and see her.
Still visually dumbfounded by this bounty of lushly curved female flesh, and with her eyes roving all over the bombshell's exquisite shape the, now very willing to be bi-sexual, receptionist made a call and soon, to Simone's great relief, she recognized the Official Witness walking towards her.
When the approaching Pablo saw who she was, he became very wary and concerned about why she was there. As he got closer, to his nervous relief, he could see that she did not appear to be upset, in any way.
The game he had played with her, at her daughter's wedding, was one of taking a high risk in order to occasionally get a very high reward. And when you played it as boldly as he had done with her, you were never sure what the outcome was going to be.
It was a sex game that he had performed on unsuspecting female members of wedding events, many times, since he had joined the Consulate staff, almost two years ago, right after graduating from a Tijuana high school.
Most times he never saw the finger violated women again, but occasionally one of them, suffering from aftershock, would return and complain to the Consulate officials about his very inappropriate behavior. These chiefs never did anything about their complaints, because he only played the game on hot Anglo babes, and everyone in the building wanted to stick it to beautiful Anglo females, not help them out.
Inexplicably, about once a quarter, one of the attractive, over-sexed, foolish, lured by temptation, Anglo hotties would come back to see him, for the expressed purpose of finishing the sex act he'd initiated with them, right away, and wherever he wanted to do it.
As he stopped in front of this one, he could now tell by the sensuous look on her face, and the vulgarly erotic way she was dressed, that she was not there to cause him any trouble. Based on his past experiences with these pliable, sex hungry, very spoiled Anglo broads, who showed up here like this, his guess, was that, driven to sexual stupidity by her hot clit, this one was here to be had.
He certainly prayed that his guess about her intentions was correct, because this spectacular Anglo honey was the most beautiful and statuesque MILF he had ever seen. Nailing this superfine white Cunt's ass would be the achievement of a lifetime.
As the Official Witness was nearing her, Simone got a chance to look him over, closely, for the first time. She immediately noticed that he was much smaller than she had remembered him to be and that, in her 5 inch purple heels, she not only towered over him, her 125 pound marvel of feminine curves, probably outweighed his skinny, but wiry young body by at least 20 pounds.
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