Mrs. Twat-junk
by wrulf
Copyright© 2022 by wrulf
Fantasy Sex Story: She's an English tart.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Slut Wife Anal Sex Oral Sex .
One June, Friday evening, the white, 30-y/o Arnold and his blonde, 28-y/o wife, Sonia, were browsing at The Tattletale Shoppe in London where an illustrated novel, A Slut’s Diary, was for sale.
She opened it to a picture in which a brunette was having sex with 12 white men, The Dirty Dozen.
‘Oh, my god!’ she gasped.
‘Twelve dicks, aye?’ Arnold smiled.
‘Yes, and I could handle 12 more,’ Sonia answered as 2 white chaps appeared next to her.
‘Hello. I’m Melvin and this is Caleb,’ the taller one said.
‘I’m Arnold; this is my wife, Sonia,’ the husband replied.
‘She’s lovely,’ Melvin said.
‘Indeed. She’s a right splendid lass,’ Caleb remarked.
‘Splendid, maybe, although she’s worthless for anything but sucking and a fucking,’ Arnold smirked.
‘You have to appreciate sexist attitudes, don’t you, slag?’ Melvin said.
‘Yes,’ replied the tart who was wearing red bra cradling her large tits and a red dress above a garter belt securing sheer stockings to her legs.
‘As American boys would say, you’re a skank, aren’t you?’ Caleb sneered,
‘Yes, and a whore!’
‘I’d marry a whore. How about you, Melvin?’ Caleb asked.
Yeah,’ the latter said, followed by Arnold leading him, Caleb and Sonia to the couple’s flat across the street.
They’d scarcely gone into the parlor before Melvin slapped her pretty face.
‘Be careful while you abuse her,’ Arnold said as he, Melvin and Caleb unzipped their trousers.
Next, Arnold pushed her to knees and Caleb steered his 12-inched pecker into her mouth.
‘Suck my cock!’ he snarled.
However, Melvin surprised her when he slid his 10-inched penis in beside Caleb’s,
‘We’re stuffing your empty head!’ he chuckled.
‘Trolls lack brains!’ Arnold jeered while humiliation brought Sonia to a climax.
But it was long until Caleb and Melvin drained their balls into her mouth, withdrew from it and stepped back.
‘This is an unusual form of intercourse,’ Arnold said, then knelt and placed his 11-inched rod between Sonia’s boobs.
He wrapped them around it and started grinding it up and down.
‘Give those bags some skin lotion!’ Caleb admonished.
A few minutes later, Arnold’s jizz coated her tits.
I’m polishing the junk!’ he grinned.
‘Hear that, Mrs. Twat-Junk?’ Caleb questioned her.
‘Yes,’ she said as Arnold bent her over the couch before he, Melvin and Caleb buggered her.
‘Are you satisfied, bitch?’ Melvin inquired.
‘I’m never satisfied,’ Sonia responded.
‘Then, take yourself to Buckingham Palace and let 12 guards bang you!’ Arnold concluded the evening, and...
‘ ... if only!’ she thought.
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